Valley of Blood, on the west side of the Cliff Mountain.

The Guardian Knight slowly raised his head, squinting into the distance from under his hood and hair.

Winter is approaching, and the wind and snow are more intense than in previous days.

The howling wind was still cold and biting even when he changed into a thick winter coat, and the ice crystals mixed with the wind and snow left several scars on his bare cheeks like blades, making his body more and more stiff and numb.

The cold wind was blowing, and the knight of the guard reached out and grabbed the sterling silver pendant on his chest. If it weren't for the Holy Cross, he would have frozen to death somewhere in this ice field two days ago.

He still has some impressions of his pre-death memories - hunger, exhaustion, cramps, even the blood flowing from the wound is cold, and the only difference between himself and the dead at that moment is that there is still the last trace of consciousness.

The moment before the spark went out, he prayed to the Holy Cross himself, and then received a "response".

In an instant, the heart that was gradually slowing down beat violently again, the hot blood poured into the limbs like a rush, and the drowsy consciousness was immediately awakened!

And then... I survived.

Although the Knight of the Guardian had never doubted his faith in the Holy Cross from beginning to end, it was the moment he awakened to his life......

He had never felt so close to God!

The knight of the Guardian instantly "had an epiphany" of the truth - yes, he could not die yet, and he was still carrying the mission given to him by the Holy Cross, no matter what that mission was.

Before he could complete that mission, he had to live until fate came upon him!

The blizzard was still howling, and the guard knight suddenly stopped, his stiff and numb right hand pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

Someone's coming.

The winter north wind swept through the mountains of Cliff Mountain, and the towering mountains blocked the sun, so that the snow and ice dome could not see the slightest bit of sunlight.

The knight of the guard remained motionless, only his gaze slightly shifted to the right.

His eyes swept over the empty wilderness, and the visibility was so bad under the blizzard that he couldn't move normally, but even if he didn't see it, he knew very well who it was.

"How did you find me?" said the Guardian Knight indifferently.

"Some obvious clues, plus... A little bit of luck. ”

The voice sounded from behind, and the stern-faced guard knight turned around, revealing the figure of the black-haired wizard in front of him.

The Guardian Knight's pupils shrank suddenly, and his right hand, which clenched the hilt of his sword, worked harder.

"You know? Even at the last moment, I couldn't guess that His Highness Conod's 'assassin' was you, the knight of the Guard, Farnesis. ”

Loren had a formulaic smile on his face, and he put a lot of effort on the word "assassin": "It's really unexpected!"

"We are not friends, but I respect you, Your Excellency—you have no reproach for your faith in the Holy Cross, and you are faithful to the Church of the Holy Cross; At the very least, it should be a principled person. ”

"So I'm really curious, what exactly did His Highness Connad de Salion promise you so that a pious person like you would be willing to go against the principle of 'justice' and become a thug to kill his own blood relatives for him?!"

The black-haired wizard almost undisguised sarcasm, but he didn't feel any anger in the body of the guard knight, it was cold like a blizzard whistling in his ears, and he didn't feel any emotion.

"So... Why are you here?" said the Guardian Knight, "As far as I know, you're not a loyal man!"

Loren twitched the corners of his mouth, and a slight smile was hooked:

"Uh... Would you believe me if I said I was just here to say hello?"

The Guardian Knight didn't answer him, but pulled out the Mithril longsword with a gap at his waist.

It's good, it's not believing.

With a long exhalation, the black-haired wizard had a formulaic smile on his face, "Before you begin, can you answer my last question?"

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the content of the deal between you and His Highness Conrad, I just want to know how exactly you want to kill Brandon de Salion - you should have seen his dragon Milassis at Eberden, and even the body of the evil god is no match for the beast of the wilderness!"

Loren said calmly, the bright silver had fallen from his waist into the palm of his left hand, and he carefully moved his steps, "I don't doubt your strength, but I don't believe that the blessing of the Holy Cross can give you the power to slay dragons!"

"You guessed it, I don't have that kind of power, no one can. ”

The guard knight lowered his right hand, and the cold blade of the sword approached step by step on the edge of the snow, and said silently: "But even the desolate beast that saved the Sakran Empire is not absolutely invincible. ”

"Dragons bleed and wailed, and dragons with broken wings fell from the sky like birds, with broken bones and broken bones—they were only powerful ants in the face of the world, not a force that could override everything. ”

"Of course, we're even smaller ants. Loren pursed his lips, squinting his eyes and staring intently at the gaped sword.

It was a weapon that could rival or even better than Mithril.

...... Once.

The Guard Knight stopped, raised his sword and pointed at the cliff mountain beside him: "Do you know the origin of His Majesty Brandon I and the Valley of Blood?"

"I've heard a little. ”

"During the Great Northern War, the younger of the two dragons, Overnir, fell and died forever in the Valley of the Blood, never to soar again. ”

The tone of the guard knight was still cold, and there was a bit of heaviness and solemnity: "And where we stand at our feet......

It's Ovnier's bones!"

The black-haired wizard's eyes widened suddenly.

"According to the Church's account, Overnir suffered a heavy defeat in a bloody battle, and his right wing was wounded and he made a rapid landing from the sky, and in order not to smash the army on the ground, His Majesty Brandon I ordered it to fly eastward, only to crash into the cliff mountain. ”

Slowly raising the blade of the sword, the guard knight who spoke in a deep voice continued to move forward, and the two of them had already approached within ten steps!

But it wasn't the impact that really killed Evernier, it was the thunder that came with it, the north. ”

...... of the North Thunder?

The black-haired wizard was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, and the moment he looked at the cliff mountain, he understood.

It's an avalanche!

"Bell ——!"

The moment the sword blade of the guard knight fell, the bright silver of Loren's right hand once again bloomed with gray-blue sword light, and the fierce collision smashed a dazzling spark, which was fleeting in the white wind and snow!

Loren's face shuddered.

The Guardian Knight's sword is faster than before... No, it's that his reaction is so strong that he can barely keep up, and it's already beyond the human level!

In an instant, the black-haired wizard's mind flashed through a myriad of plans - in the face of such an enemy who was no less powerful and far more physically than his own, a quick battle was the best option.

And that unreasonable oath!

The guard knight in the big guard lowered the sword in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it was already within three steps of Loren again, and the cold blade stabbed out like a spear.

Loren curled the corners of his mouth slightly, apparently when the Guardian Knight was still in Crucible.

Previously, due to the limited time of the "Bright Silver", Loren had no choice but to continue to slide and dodge, but now......

The guard knight's pupils shrank suddenly—the gray-blue sword didn't disappear, it stabbed directly along the spine of the sword like thunder to his cheek!

In an instant, he made the same decision as a former knight chief: he took a step forward, and the stabbing action turned into a horizontal slash, and the staggered blades formed a holy cross-like shape in mid-air.

"Bell ——!"

The blade of the "Bright Silver" sword is not the real substance, but the unstable void power that constantly comes from the explosion-a blow from the guard knight directly knocks the two people away!

The distance between the two of them once again extended to three paces away.

"Holy Cross, ......"

The cold-faced guard knight held his sword in both hands and raised the cold blade above his head:

"Permit me to sanction your enemies——!"