Act 220: The Sword Against Fate (Part I)

The shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth.

As if black feathered arrows obscured the sky, and countless undead surged past her on the crimson earth, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the cry of human misery, despair, or anger behind her, Freya tried her best to turn back, but she couldn't move. Then the girl saw a knight wrapped in white phosphorus flames sitting on top of a skeletal war horse walking towards her, and the other man looked at her condescendingly, and the eyes of the burning flames she had to relive every night for the past week.

But the dream was so real that Freya was too nervous to speak, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"You shouldn't have woken up, the fate of Valkyrie's descendants is too heavy," said the knight's hoarse voice, "don't take your own breath for unrealistic beliefs." ”

The knight raised his sword: "Stand back, or you will have no way back" The voice was like a stern warning, and its hand slammed forward, the cold blade piercing her heart.

"Ahh She couldn't help but clutch her chest and gasp softly, this nightmare that had tormented her every day had been haunting her for some time, and Freya didn't know if it was some kind of omen or if the pressure of training had been too much recently.

She felt her heart pound, but the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway outside quickly overpowered the voice. The dim light made Freya realize that she had returned to reality, and the footsteps outside should be the knights who carried the news - since the war in the south began, it seemed that the number of people who transmitted information every day was several times higher, and the large and small forces were temporarily attracted by this sudden war, and even forgot that the kingdom itself was also on the verge of civil war, because everyone knew that the dukes of the north would not drive south through Ampesel until at least the ice and snow melted, In comparison, Denel's war is more like what Overwell jokingly calls 'appetizers before dinner'.

This appetizer was not a great irony to the nobles of Eruin themselves, but the nobles seemed unimpressed, and waited happily to see how many teeth the tiger Denel had left. For most people, the question rests on how many teeth Count Denel has left, and of course, it is not that no one at the Royal Knight Academy believes that Brandor can win. At least Freya would nervously wait for news from the front every day.

The messenger walked through the long hallway and past the courtyard behind the dormitory, where news of the war was first delivered to Princess Griffiin. The half-elf princess coldly read the few lines on the thin parchment in her hand, and then put it down—the news of Pallas's army fighting the 'rebels' had already arrived, but there was no real progress.

"A day or two in hand." Griffiin thought to herself, and she said to the messenger, "Make a few copies and give them to the other adults." ”

"Do you need to bring other adults over?"

"No need, there will be a competitive competition in the winter qin moon later, and a hunting event in the winter twilight, help me prepare, I want to see it for myself."

The messenger bowed out.

……

'Cunning Fox' Macaro couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle after reading the information in his hand. He wanted to put the information on the top of the stack of Wen Jiàn on the desk next to him, but after thinking about it, he stopped and retracted his original action, and walked out of his room with the thin piece of parchment.

With the information in hand, Macaro went straight to the residence of Count Violet, but was stopped by his subordinates and informed that his friend had gone to visit the arena of the athletic tournament.

The Winter Lyre Moon tournaments have a long history in Eruin and in the south of Cruz, with competitions in horsemanship, spearmanship, and swordsmanship, which are mainly used to prove the glory of the knights of various regions, and young people are enthusiastic about such activities, and the people can also satisfy their heroic complexes in such competitions. At the Royal Knight Academy, such events are even more significant, as students often compete fiercely for the crown of holly leaves in order to prove that they are the best knights of the year.

Preparations for the competition began in the early hours of the morning, and by the morning it was already crowded. However, Macaro was a good friend of Baal, and it didn't take long for him to find him in the crowd. The Violet Count, also from Lantoniland, scrupulously wore a purple silver-trimmed coat befitting his identity, with three silver leaves on the cuffs of the coat representing his status, he did not wear a hat, but he held a goblet in his hand, and stood alone at the top of the wooden stand, where the cold wind blew.

When Baal saw his friend walking towards him, he raised his glass and smiled: "Five or seven years of Tordo wine, I know you don't like to drink it." ”

"Actually, I don't like to drink anything." Macaro replied angrily.

"I know, alcohol affects judgment, and I don't judge anyway." The Count of Violet spread his hands.

"Did you get the message from Tonyger?" Macaro didn't want to dwell on him on the issue.

"You mean that joke about how many teeth the old dog has too?" Baal asked lightly.

"I want to ask you how long do you think the 'rebels' will be able to hold out?"

"Don't you think that young man has a chance of winning?" Baal played with his glass: "There are silver elves behind him, and there are dragons. ”

"The Silver Elf is just passing by."

"What about the dragons?"

"The dragons would not have imagined that their rash meddling in human affairs would cause a backlash from the Temple, and no one wanted to provoke a holy war, not even the most lawless Grand Dukes in the kingdom."

"That's true, but the young man himself is no better than those wastes who have been shaded by the family, and with Pallas's character, he may suffer a great loss at his hands."

Makaro sneered: "yes, I think he's ridiculously stupid." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Baal asked deliberately.

"I thought he would break it down and drag Pallas to Tonigel, the consumption of 30,000 troops is an astronomical amount, plus the humans and Madara already distrust each other, after a long time, Pallas will definitely be defeated."

"But that young man has built a line of defense in his place, ready to fight Pallas in a dignified battle, and disappointed our 'Cunning Fox', right? It's true that it's a hassle to keep Denel in check, but I've heard that he runs Tonigel well, perhaps to ensure food production in the coming year, and have you ever thought that if he survives this battle, he will soon be stable and become a real problem for Denel? Count Violet raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

Macaro looked at his friend.

Baal smiled dumbly: "Yes, I also think he can't hold on, but maybe there will be miracles, you know, miracles in this world always appear when people want to." Now we need this miracle, so I prayed with all my heart, maybe Master Martha will give me a miracle in my face. ”

It would be too unreliable to pin your hopes on something as illusory as a miracle, so Macaro also knew that his friend was just joking, as his personality has always been. However, what the two figures standing at the top of Eruin probably did not expect was that their unintentional conversation was overheard by a little girl under the wooden stands who was preparing for the next game.

"Freya, what's wrong with you?" A female college student pushed the dazed girl, who seemed to have just come back to her senses: "Huh? Yes? ”

"Hey, why do you look depressed, do you miss a man?" The girl couldn't help but laugh.

“…… Y-What nonsense are you talking about? Freya's face turned red, and she said that between men and women, those noble girls were much bolder than her. Although everyone was still paying lip service, this girl from the countryside of Buchi was still overwhelmed.

But she cared more about what she had heard before. She couldn't help but ask, "Tisha, who was talking to it just now?" ”

She asked about the girl next to her, her companion in the same dormitory, named Tisa, as she herself said, a girl from a small aristocratic family, who was chosen here because she was gifted in magic.

"It seems to be a nobleman's stand above, and there are some big people over there." The girl replied, "The difference between a small nobleman of our origin and the real great nobles above is like that between a commoner and a nobleman. We can't even go up and talk to them without permission, which is extremely rude. ”

She seemed to have just remembered Freya's origins, and couldn't help but sigh: "Ah, I'm sorry, Freya, you know I didn't mean that." But besides, when you get out of here, you'll be at least half a nobleman. The girl said with some charity.

Freya just smiled at her, but her heart was flustered. She didn't know what the situation was on Brando's side, but now that even those big people who held the fate of the kingdom were not optimistic about him, did it mean that the situation over there was already very critical? Freya was still a native of Eruin, and her fear of authority was not something that could be reversed for a while, and she just wanted to grow a pair of wings and fly to Brando's side to ride through this crisis with the young man, or at worst, die together.

Freya didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, she couldn't help but think of the bits and pieces of her acquaintance with Brando, of course, not all of them were good memories, she couldn't help but think of the time when she was in the Golden Tree, she was kind enough to go to him and Roman, he even murdered her, and often took advantage of her and Roman.

The thought of this made Freya's face flush, but somehow, there was a little sweetness in her heart. It's just that this little sweetness turned into fear and depression in the blink of an eye, and she didn't even hear the voice calling her name outside for a while.

"It's your turn, Freya" The girl on the side finally couldn't look at it: "What's wrong with you, is there something wrong with you?" ”

"No, no......" Freya then remembered that she was here to participate in the competitive competition, she picked up the spear in a little panic, but was immediately given a blank look: "This is a sword competition......" The girl said angrily.

"Ahh

"Forget it, but don't hold on." The girl sighed and looked at her a little worriedly: "Remember to get a good grade, hey, if I wasn't familiar with you, I would have thought that which man you thought of was a nymphomaniac......"

Freya had just walked outside the stands when she almost fell to the ground when she heard this, and of course she wouldn't admit that she was thinking about Brando. However, when it comes to getting a better result, it is not easy to say, her spear skills and riding skills are not at the level of the stream, although the swordsmanship is slightly better, but it is not enough to see among these outstanding young people selected from the whole territory of Eruin.

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