Time is like a ghost tipping through the forest, passing quietly minute by minute.

"Sister, what kind of place is this?"

Yuta's eyes widened in horror, and she found that what she was holding in her hand was not a sharp sword, but a boneless hand, the owner of the hand was looking at her with his head tilted, a pair of green eyes like a clear spring in the forest, black hair and shawl, white clothes and feet, and his bare feet stepped on the fat green moss, like a forest elf.

"Sister?"

"Otis?"

"It's ......"

Nightmarish memories of ten years ago come back to my heart.

"No, Otis, don't stop, run!"

Juta suddenly felt her hands empty, and her sister dissipated like a reflection in the water, replaced by a bright narrow light in the darkness - it was the edge of the blade. The illusion in front of her made her shiver, and she subconsciously raised the white lion sword in her hand, "When-", the two swords met, sparks splashed, and Yuta took a step back in a hurry.

The Knight of Cruz, who was covered in armor on the opposite side, was also slightly stunned, and a puzzled voice came from the urn under the metal armor: "White Lion Sabre...... Eruin? ”

I was distracted.

Yuta broke out in a cold sweat, she never thought that she would make such a fatal mistake in battle, although the repeated battles had already exhausted her body and mind, and it was said that people would see the past again before they died, could this be a sign of checkmate?

She gasped heavily—

Seven or eight sharp swords stabbed over, and when she was in the best condition, she had to go all out in the face of one of them, let alone now.

The forest is burning in the dark......

Knights in white robes and with the emblem of the sun on their chests rose from the darkness, and the hateful slave traders fell to their hands with glittering swords. But there were also panicked slaves who fell under the hooves of their horses—and the knights, without mercy, trampled over the mountain people and the Senyas, and the fire burned with the sound of the wind, and the collapse of buildings, and the roars and cries.

She and her sister, who was also naked, shivered and hid under a dilapidated tent. The tent was filled with the stench of feces and urine, but she really wanted to hide in this small space forever.

Shadows dancing in the darkness receded, and through the tent you could see the light of swords and swords, and blood splattering.

A long sword finally found an opportunity to break through her defenses, and a sword stabbed her in the shoulder, red blood gushed out, and the sharp pain made Yuta feel that the scene in front of her seemed to overlap with the scene from decades ago, seven or eight knights surrounded her, the sword in his hand flashed coldly, and his eyes were vigilant. She was not given any chance to die together.

Then she felt another sword in her lower abdomen, and the strength seemed to drain away, and she fell to her knees, staggering, surrounded by the knights of Cruz, like wolves waiting for an opportunity in the forest.

It's the wolf, that summer night in Pragues, the Stag Forest.

The wolves whined. Crimson eyes were buried in the night, and she protected her sister Otis with one hand. Covered in wounds, the pain seemed to paralyze her nerves, and one eye was covered in blood, but she still stared at the beasts fiercely, more fiercely than any of them.

A long life on the run, as if you are going to die every moment. But every time I miraculously survived, because I couldn't give up, for the sake of my sister.

"Your name is Ovitia, little girl, and you're a mountain dweller, aren't you?"

"This is my grandson. His name is Brando. ”

"No, there are things in you that he will never have, things that no one with a good life can understand—"

"You want to learn swords from me?" The old man smiled: "I'm afraid not, but I can recommend you to a place, and that person may bless you, for my sake." ”

But my sister still died.

Because I'm too incompetent.

Even after so many years, he still couldn't protect her.

Tears welled up in Yuta's eyes, and the tears washed away the blood, running down her cheeks like a stream of blood. She hated those who brought this qiē injustice to this world, hated the nobles who did nothing and promoted evil behind their backs, hated the indifference of everyone, hated this old qiē, but she couldn't do anything about it, Otis's death seemed to be an inevitability, she was powerless to change it, and she was powerless to resist it.

Even though she often cursed through gritted teeth, she didn't know in her heart whether she was cursing her weakness or those who caused it.

A Cruz knight walked up to her, metal armor creaking, and the other raised his sword.

Become a knight.

Already a member of the aristocracy.

But what to fight for?

The changing Qiē of the Lord and the Princess, is it really the world that my sister wants?

Facing the sword that flickered with cold light, Yuta was at a loss for a moment.

……

"Eruin?"

When he heard the name, Sir Marorry was equally creepy: "How could they be here?" Aren't they in Port Fatan? It's more than a hundred miles away from here, could it be that their eyeliner has already been arranged in this place? Did they know something? ”

He asked a barrage of questions.

Obviously, the knights could not answer these questions, or even any of them, and they were equally surprised, they had thought that those were the armies of the nobles of the north, or rather the armies of the Mohama Lords, and this answer was beyond their expectations.

Besides, why are these Eruins so strong? The combat effectiveness of this scout cavalry exceeded their most optimistic estimate of that weak country in the past, and even their knights on the plateau could not resist the White Legion, let alone involve the more elite White Knights.

There were less than ten of them.

Where did this Eruin army come from, and where are they sacred? Countless questions popped up in Marjorie's heart.

"Do you see their emblems clearly, are they really Eruin?"

"Yes, my lord, that's the White Lion Insignia."

"The White Lion Legion?" Marori shook his head in disbelief: "No, although the intelligence says that there are indeed soldiers of the White Lion Legion among the Eruin who stay in Fatan Port, the White Lion Legion is indeed the strongest legion of the Eruins. However, it is far from reaching this level, which must be the maze of those northern Yankees, or simply the Buga people in disguise, unless ......"

A thought suddenly and irrepressibly popped into his mind.

"Unless what, sir?"

"Unless it's another army." Marjoli asked with some sternness, "Are you sure it's the white lion emblem, the white lion emblem of the Eruins?" ”

"I was about to get to that. My lord, that emblem is a little different from the white lion emblem we have learned, with a broken sword on it. ”

"Broken Sword?"

Why is there a broken sword on the White Lion Emblem? Marori was puzzled - where did these damned Eruins come from?

He suddenly felt that something big was wrong.

No matter where the other party is, there must be some intention for the other party to keep himself in this place so desperately. Thinking of the combat effectiveness of the Eruin scout cavalry, he suddenly felt a little frightened in his heart, it was a bit ridiculous that the knight captain of the most elite knight of the White Legion of the first-line army of the dignified Cruz would feel terrified in the face of an Eruin army.

But just think about it and there is more. No, as long as the same number of Eruin troops as his knights arrived, he did not dare to say that he had the confidence of victory.

When did the Eruin get so strong?

Or is the empire in decline?

Sir Marorry suddenly felt a little tearless, as a knight, he was not afraid to die in battle, but he knew what kind of secret he held in his hands at the moment, and this secret must not fall into the hands of the hostile party, whether the other party was a pretending to be a northerner. Or a real Eruin.

He looked back and saw the gloomy wizard with the same face. They each nodded.

"Prepare for a surprise attack, ignore the harassment of the scout cavalry, crush anyone who dares to stand in the way of the marching army, and we must pass this valley before nightfall!"

He drew his sword viciously: "Cruz." If you see the enemy, you will be destroyed! ”

But this time, there was no loud answer.

The scene was eerily lonely.

Even Marorry himself quickly got stuck.

One person and one sword, slowly walked out of the forest, the black trench coat, reflecting the silver moonlight. The blade in his hand, as if chanting softly in the night, trembled slightly, wrapped with a trace of hazy silver light.

The wind was blowing in the forest, and the black wolf was running on the ridge and howling.

……

Herding wolves.

For some reason, this sentence came to Sir Marjorie's mind at this moment.

There was a time when the ancient legends of witches were regarded as bedside stories and no one took them seriously, but one day the legends will become true.

Marori didn't think that this would be his last thought - a dazzling silver light lit up, the speed was so fast, he had seen the Grand Master of the Order of Knights draw out a sword, that was nothing more than that, the silver line spread out from the place where the sword light erupted, this is the power of the element, he himself also holds the power of the element, but the element in his body has just begun to resonate with the law, and a majestic force has already pressed it into nothingness.

The absolute suppression of the superior elements by the lower elements under the same realm! Ma Ruoli's face changed drastically, and before he had time to regret it, at this time, a silver light had already passed through his chest, and a great knight of the dignified elemental realm had fallen so inexplicably, not that he didn't want to avoid this deadly sword, but at that moment he clearly felt that the space around him was shattered, and his every movement seemed to have gone through a lot of time flow, forever fixed in the previous moment, locking him in the eternal and unchanging position of the middle sword.

Time and space were like a huge shackle, firmly restraining him from dodging the possibility of dodging.

"It's ......"

"Space-Time ......"

Endless darkness poured into his consciousness as if he had fallen into a cold abyss, and Marori felt his body fall upside down from the earthly dragon, and in his last vision, the figure of the man rampaging between his men, the sword light in his hand like a line splitting a qiē, slicing the knights of the empire in four pieces.

Before he closed his eyes, he already knew the identity of the other party.

"Count Toniger."

The black-robed wizard said gloomily, he trembled slightly, in less than a quarter of an hour, dozens of knights had already been killed and wounded, only a few of them were buried in the mouth of the black wolf, and most of them died at the hands of the young man in front of him, and the gold-level knight who had manifested the elements had no room for resistance, as if killing chickens.

This person is even more terrifying than the rumors.

The strength of the other party should have crossed the side of truth, but he is only so young.

Brando's eyes fell on the battlefield full of corpses, the knights besieging Jutta and others in the forest, and Marjori's guards, a total of seventy-one people, including six people who died at the hands of Juta and others, there should be no fish that slipped through the net, and this guy in front of him should be the last to live.

Of course, it is not necessarily true to say that it is alive, because there are some dead things in this world that can also exist in the sun.

The black wolves were gathering at the edge of the forest, and on the back of the tallest male wolf, a black-haired girl in the prime of her life sat at the beginning of her life, watching with interest the qiē that was happening in front of her, the killing reflected in her black jewel-like pupils, as if it were a delicate game.

Brando glanced in that direction, frowned, and then he turned back: "Necromancer? ”

The black-robed wizard didn't dare to make a mistake, and nodded silently.

"I have only one question, how are the undead armies operating in this area, are they only going to Wallachian?"

These were two questions, and the black-robed wizard was slandering in his heart, but he would never dare to say this, so he had to answer honestly: "Many, some of the undead are evoked from the cultists' tombs, and there are many such tombs in this area, some of them are from Alkash, and only some of these undead are going to Wallach, and the other part is going to stay in Wayne. The ancient battlefield in the mountains of Alkash was a natural realm of the undead, and His Majesty was interested in it. ”

"Majesty? Which one is the majesty? ”

"Naturally, it's 'our'."

"Are you from Madara?"

The black-robed wizard felt the murderous aura on Brando's body, and took a step back with some fear: "Lord Earl, I know what you want to do, I can help you infiltrate Wayne, you can't kill me......"

Brando pointed into the distance and said, "See that woman, her name is Kohua, she is the daughter of Isis, even if I don't kill you, you can't get out of here alive." Moreover, although the white lion is not afraid of death, his blood will not be shed in vain—"

"No!" The soul fire under the hood of the black-robed wizard suddenly burst into flames, and it raised its bone staff, ready to unleash a spell that would also perish, but before that, a sharp sword had pierced its chest, passing through the gray-white flames that leaped between its ribs.

The black-robed wizard's shriveled body seemed to have lost its weight all of a sudden, and the soul fire under its hood flickered twice, as if he couldn't believe that the young man in front of him was not at all interested in the secret of manipulating the undead.

……

(PS: I wish you all a Happy New Year-) (To be continued......)