The dark ages of the Far North, far from being firmly under the rule of Kaurin-Iherion, were the main themes of the North, and it was only after the fall of the last 'King of the North' that the land took on what it is today.

But that old prophecy was also left behind.

The hatred and killings of yesteryear will return, and now and so on.

The chest slashed its way down the walls with a thin sword carved with silver flowers, and in the process of stabbing down an unknown number of enemies, blood dripping down the blade and merging into the dark and gloomy stone slabs of the steps, staining the icy snow red.

He gasped, only to feel a burst of weakness, and subconsciously pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword covered with pitch-black crow feathers, but hesitated for a moment, and then gently let go.

It was a magic sword.

Red asked him to use the sword as little as possible, and Fang Yu said the same, although the magic sword is not a magic sword in the eyes of the Elector is too alarmist, but the box still chooses to follow the captain's orders.

And every time I use that sword, my physical strength will be violently consumed, and now is not the time to use it.

The blood-eyed mercenaries breached the city wall in the blink of an eye, and their figures appeared on it, and they looked at the young man condescendingly, the bloodthirsty light hidden in the dark purple dark eyes.

Outsiders say that they are a tribe of mountain people, descendants of savages who hid in the mountains and forests in the dark ages, and there are many such people in Guta, but they are rare in Tarun in the north.

But the box looked like puppets of the shadow man, and the dark purple eyes seemed to be dancing with cold flames, like ghosts.

The box spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and raised his sword again, although his arm was already trembling slightly, he still stood straight.

He and the Templars of Marlan were scattered, and by this moment there was no way back, and behind them was the little girl—and her sister, the blind, effeminate girl.

Besides, he never thought that these dirt chickens and dogs in front of him could defeat him, because he was an emotionless killer, he was Modrian-Box.

The blade of the sword pierced the throat of the blood-eyed mercenary like a silver bolt of lightning, and before he could seem to react, his dilated pupils reflected the imminence of death, but he could only make a gurgling sound.

The box drew his magic sword with his backhand, holding a sword in each hand, and stabbed the man's chest with a sword.

Although he doesn't use the magic sword, he can make it drink blood, first, to increase the power of the magic sword, and second, the magic sword seems to have the ability to devour dark souls, which can cut grass and eradicate roots.

The magic sword seemed to have really drunk the blood of the man's wound, the blade was as black as a starry night, and the mercenary's dark purple eyes dimmed.

The mercenaries seemed to notice this and roared, "What did you do to him!? ”

"What kind of evil weapon is that!"

But the box didn't bother to pay attention to these people, he heard the wind behind him, and quickly activated a crystal plug-in, and his figure flashed, causing the giant blade to slash only a phantom.

It was a flashing spell of a warlock, and the mercenaries were taken aback, but the box never told them that he was a mere swordsman, and he tiptoed a little on the ground, and then turned back, a silver blade across the darkness.

The blades struck together with a trembling sound, but the box deftly staggered a step, changing its move midway, and the thin sword pressed against the opponent's blade, and a sword made a sharp cut in the man's throat.

He turned around again and slashed at the opponent's neck with the magic sword in his other hand, the blade of the magic sword was as sharp as a thin feather, and he cut off the man's head without any mud or water.

The blood arrow spewed several feet high, and the blood-stained head rolled down the steps without a haunt.

The headless corpse seemed to fall to its knees, crooked on top of the filthy snow.

As the box struck faster and faster, a mercenary lunged at him, seemingly aware of his trickiness and trying to restrain his movements.

But he only pounced on one.

The box turned sideways, and with a pull of his hand, pulled out the broken bricks from the city wall, causing a small collapse that fell on the men.

He himself passed through the crowd as fast as a changing shadow, unable to tell where the afterimage was and where the real body was.

The box itself didn't seem to be aware that it had unconsciously used the power of 'Crow Feather', and every time someone died under that sword, the power of the magic sword became stronger.

The mercenaries are getting more and more chilled, and their colleagues are dwindling one by one, but the demon-like guy is unscathed - ironically, now it's their turn to fear the devil.

The boy may have been a little tired before, but the more he fought, the more he looked like a ruthless killing machine.

Precise, efficient, and unobtrusive.

That's not people at all.

The casualties finally crossed the bottom line in their hearts, and the mercenaries seemed to have lost the will to resist by accident, and they went from fighting and retreating to dropping their weapons and turning around and running, triggering a small-scale rout in an instant.

But the chest raised its sword and summoned a flock of dark ravens from the void, unmercilessly directing the raven storm towards the fleeing soldiers.

The ravens devoured the flesh and brought a storm of killing, and when the tide of darkness receded, the crate's gaze returned to its original color.

He was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he had used the power of the magic sword, and couldn't help but look down, but suddenly a burst of dizziness hit him.

Before he could stand firm, he was suddenly hit hard in the chest, and a feathered arrow appeared in that place at some point, and blood immediately soaked through his robe.

When he looked up, he realized that a new enemy had appeared on the city wall, and his momentary victory could not change anything on the battlefield.

The mercenaries put down their magic crossbows and approached. The box staggered to the ground with his sword in hand, expressionless as he tried to get back to his feet, but was too weak to move.

He looked up and saw a shadow appear in front of him.

The boy didn't think about it, and reversed the blade of his sword and stabbed him in the throat.

When the blurry white light closed in his field of vision, the box was a little dazed to see that he was in the Resurrection Sanctuary in Milera.

The girl's watery eyes were silently staring at him, although they looked a little hollow, but the subtle movements between her eyebrows already revealed her worried mood.

This is the first resurrection of the chest.

He knew that the time of his resurrection was a quarter of an hour, and he wanted to know what had happened in this quarter of an hour, had the other party attacked the fortress?

Although the girl could not see, she seemed to read his thoughts from his silence, and although the box was always silent, she was also as careful as a hair.

"Mister Red ordered the knights of Mirella, who had been left in reserve, to organize an attack and take the walls back."

"The knights all say that Mr. Rhett has an extraordinary background, and ordinary people would not have such a sophisticated arrangement."

"Mr. Rhett told you to rest, the walls are safe for the time being."

But the box shook his head, silently drew his sword and walked out again, a cold emotion seemed to haunt him—only by killing the enemy, killing everyone, could he protect all this.

But a cold, weak hand took his hand.

"Please...... Always be careful...... And...... and to be aware of your own safety......"

The girl lowered her head timidly, not daring to stop her, and only whispered in the most cowardly and expectant tone.

The box was silent for a moment.

He looked at the godless gaze, and his cold heart seemed to melt a little.

But a familiar voice was coming from the crowd:

“…… Can the killing be repaid only by the killing, and is the old prophecy of hatred of the past being fulfilled today......

The box subconsciously stopped, looked in that direction, and saw the tall figure, with his sword in his hand, standing in the crowd, looking at himself.

He recognized the middle-aged man, the owner of the bakery in Greyowl Town.

But the other party was completely different from that time, the lines of his face were like an axe and a chisel, his eyes were sharp, and his mouth was like a thin line:

"Young man, do you believe in the arrangement of fate?"

The box nodded, and the ruthless killer certainly believed in fate.

The man shook his head slightly:

"But fate is a very bad thing, and when the former king wrote that prophecy with his own blood, how could he have thought about what he had paid?"

His gaze fell on the two swords in the box: "Although that is my ancestor, it does not mean that I will inherit everything from him, the king of the northern realm believes in the predetermined fate, and you also believe, it is difficult to say that it is not a coincidence." ”

But the Chosen One is a very complex being.

They have been shaped by a diverse world that is difficult for the indigenous people of Aitaria to imagine in their personalities and faces.

Just as the middle-aged man at this moment could never have imagined that the fate in his mouth and the fate recognized by the box were not the same thing at all.

“…… It's just a handful of hands at your mercy, some unintentionally, some intentionally - when you sell yourself for the sake of the unquenchable desires in your heart, it will be difficult for you to escape from that cage, even if you are as proud as a monarch, you are only a prisoner of fate.

Do you believe that? It is hatred that leads to killing, and strife will be quelled with blood, and the cursed king, at the moment of death, prophesied that those who betrayed in the past would pay for their own evil. ”

The box shook its head.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth also curled: "No one will believe it, if hatred leads to killing, the cause of the struggle in the past, and bears the fruit of today, then how innocent these people are." What have we done wrong because of our predetermined fate that has plagued us for centuries? ”

The boxes didn't quite understand, and only looked at each other with a puzzled gaze.

But the man didn't care if he understood it or not, and said, "That hatred was blind from the beginning, but it was only a temptation from darkness, and everything that the sword told you was just a false lie.

Killing never quells killing, fighting is a means, not an end, and if you indulge in it, you will only become a second prisoner.

That's exactly why I gave you the sword - it's a magic sword, but its power is just as good as the nemesis of those things, depending on how you use it. ”

The box was thoughtful.

But the expression on his face didn't seem to be much surprised, he didn't care why this sword was in his hand, why the other party was here, and he didn't care about the identity of the other party.

He only cared about what he cared about, which had been the goal of the mission before, and now it was a little more.

It's just that he felt that his mind was clearer, and the magic sword in his hand seemed to be faintly resisting something.

The box looked up, and even if he was sluggish, he could see that the other party was helping him.

Although he accepted it calmly, it didn't mean that he hadn't thought about the reason for all this.

"You are a perfect fit for this sword, you are its chosen next master, and I have never even felt such a shiver from it. I don't know what kind of experience you've had, but this sword does come from a dark world," the middle-aged man replied, "but the forces of darkness can deal with them as well—the Lord seems to be particularly optimistic about you, and that's what he said." I don't know if he still has hope for the North, at least I don't see the odds, it's a time of darkness and I don't see much light. ”

He turned back to the box. "There's only so much I can tell you."

The box thought silently for a moment, and then said, "Captain, he will find a way." ”

It's not like they haven't beaten an opponent who couldn't be defeated.

……

The low-hanging clouds signaled the arrival of another storm.

In the long and harsh winter of the North, there was always one blizzard after another, and the howling cold wind, like the whispers of ice ghosts, swirled with a cold chill and trudged over the wilderness.

And the dark ship was indeed anchored in the shadow of the storm, just as the old prophecy was.

Blackcock was still very young when he first heard the old rumor, and he was sent to live with his aunt's family, according to local parlors, in foster care.

He had two cousins, one of whom worked in the tax office and was away from home for many years, and occasionally told them anecdotes when he returned to the county.

The magic sword of the dying 'king'.

The Kaurin-Ishurian royal family's betrayal of the North, and the descendants of the House of Klevo will not forgive the kingdom for breaking the covenant until their deaths, so they vow that the black dead will return in the year of the coldest winter.

Hence that ancient prophecy came -

In the remote bitter cold, the northern frontier has a tradition that deviates from the kingdom of Kaorin-Ihurian, and it is always rich in ambitious men who, with lie after lie, have shaped the treacherous central court.

But the bedside stories that I heard when I was a child and the nightmare of squeaking and squeaking under the cold wind, as if a pair of pale hands were shaking the latticework outside the window, came back to this moment.

One by one, they seemed to have turned into reality, into the faint purple flames, and were watching them with a pair of burning eyes.

Beneath the clouds, countless ghostly fleets lay in mid-air at the moment.

But Blackberg gripped the side of the ship with his pale hand, and his heart flashed no longer with distrust of the treacherous royal family in that story, but anger.

Perhaps Kaulin-Ishurian betrayed Edwin Klevaux, but the rebellious nobles were not blinded by greed, and the kingdom did not forgive everyone, because some did not deserve forgiveness.

That's what he saw.

The wars waged by the nobles of the North in the past brought long-lasting calamity to the land, but instead of repentance, they attracted dark creatures.

How innocent are the people who live on this land and bear all this?

How innocent are those soldiers who died here?

Blackbird's eyes reflected the golden thunder that could tear through the clouds, and beams staggered by, and every now and then a windboat shattered in the flash and fell beneath the clouds.

And the loss has become a simple number at this moment, and their purpose is to completely attract the firepower of the filmmaker to themselves.

If the rate at which this number rises is less than the efficiency of breaking through the defenses on the ground, then they will be able to win the eventually.

And on the contrary, it is a cold defeat -

Another round of light lit up his face.

Behind the towering wall of clouds, the military's fleet is entering.

There were two fleets in total, shining with silver, and more than thirty capital warships.

They cut in just the right direction, and showed their sides in unison, the muzzles of the black holes condescending towards the array of the Shadow Man fleet.

"We approve of your plan, everyone, our purpose is the same as yours, and then we will cut into the formation of the Shadow Man from the southeast corner."

"Until then, though, we'll provide you with fire cover."

"In addition, I suggest that you lower the altitude first, if you can control the battlefield under the clouds, it will be difficult for the Shadows to get a fire channel to the ground before they completely defeat you."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Shen Muyun's voice came from the communication channel.

The young captain's snow-white gloves held the communication crystal, and he never thought that one day he would fight alongside ordinary Drafters, but it had to be said that the other party's performance was much better than he expected.

At the very least, they can be seen as teammates who can be trusted by each other.

His gaze was firmly fixed on the dark wall of the sky on the other side of the sea of clouds, and the shadow man's fleet had almost merged with the gloomy clouds.

Or rather, half of the wall of clouds is the fleet of shadow people.

Regardless of the quantity, it is just that the volume is several times that of theirs, and it is really a bit outrageous to talk about the difference in strength in terms of the volume of the air and sea, but it is a fact at the moment.

"Understood." In the communication channel, Bai Xue nodded and answered.

To put it bluntly, this tactic is actually very simple, just let them plug the muzzle, and they will not be able to destroy the opponent on the ground until the Shadow Man's fleet destroys them.

It sounds cruel, but it's the only option at the moment.

Just a moment later, another voice came from the communication channel: "Yes, yes, but is it really okay for us to do this?" ”

"Tactics are good tactics, but are we thinking too much about the enemy, they are several times more numerous than us, can't they divide several fleets to support the ground?"

"If we can stop their main force, can we still stop the hunting fleet? Have you ever thought that our strength is not enough to complete all this, even with the fleet of Stargate Port, it is also difficult to complete. ”

That was Kaka's voice.

I have to say, this person seems to like to go against most people.

"Moondust and the Elite's fleet are on their way."

In the communication channel, Luo Hao replied.

Another voice said, "But we haven't contacted the noble fleet in the north yet, I'm afraid it's already under the control of the other party." In addition, the royal family has a fleet in the Cloud Sea, but it is not known when it will arrive. ”

"I'm afraid I can't count on it."

Bai Xue shook her head.

She knew what kind of virtue the nobles were, the royal family's fleet was far less efficient than the military of Xingmen Port, and when they were organized, they would have to cross the sea of clouds.

When they get to this place, it's probably only enough to collect their bodies.

Provided, of course, that they can still keep the corpses.

Everyone was silent for a moment, it would take time for Moondust and Elite's fleet to arrive, and Kaurin-Ishurian's fleet was even more of a shadow.

It seems that the only thing they can rely on now is themselves.

It's just that at this time, Shen Muyun's voice sounded again: "You don't have to worry about this, you just need to do your own thing, and leave the rest to us." ”

"Over to you?"

Everyone was stunned.

Of course, they knew that the fleet of the Xingmen Port military was far from being comparable to those of them who were non-professionals, and that it was part of the real People's Navy.

Whether it is the configuration of the wind ships, as well as the level of armament and sailors, they are all superior to the professional fleets of the major guilds, not to mention them.

It's just that before Kaka's voice fell, it seemed that there was a malfunction in the communication crystal, and suddenly a rustling sound sounded. Then, the rustling voice turned into a slightly teasing, and somewhat distressed voice:

"Mr. Ed, don't come to Yunliu Harbor unharmed?"

……

Let's talk about the recent situation.

Sometimes when I feel that the average quality of my writing has decreased, I will stop and look at what I have recently written, and the mentality of writing.

Sometimes continuous writing can make me fall into a mechanical, repetitive and mechanical way of writing, forgetting what I was writing for.

So sometimes I stop for a day or two to get myself back to the way I was, although sometimes there is a Carvin factor, but I actually feel that I am not satisfied with the writing.

In the past, when I wrote about Amber and Canaan, I often fell into a long period of confusion for this reason, which led to a long interruption.

The new book is mainly to solve this problem, and although there are some interruptions, I will basically quickly adjust my mentality and return to the state of writing.

So I'll break it once in a while, but don't worry I'll take a break for a long time. In addition, after this more troublesome plot is written, I will try to make up for it.

(End of chapter)