Tester looked up and saw that the forest in his vision was dappled green like a dream. The knights lay in the clearing around him, thirty-seven, corpses lying silently among the woodlands of dead leaves, long since lifeless. The young viscount felt a dull pain from the sword wound under his ribs, and the sensation of pins and needles as he inhaled made him a little dizzy.

He saw the dark green knight behind a chestnut tree looking coldly in the darkness, like a ghost. Tester realized in a daze that he had been fooled, but the information came from within the One Things, and the letter from McGrex (the commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry) to him also had the seal of the serpent, unless the damned cavalry commander was a two-faced traitor himself - Tester let out a breath of turbidity and cursed in his heart, and one hand subconsciously groped backwards for his saber that had been knocked to the side. This is more of a subconscious action, even in his heyday, he was only seriously injured after a sword exchange with the knight who was covered in jade armor, that kind of power is unpredictable, and the most unbearable thing for him is that the other party does not even have the power to open the element.

It took only pure swordsmanship to defeat him.

Teste glanced at the white stone altar in the center of the clearing, and the unpretentious sword lay flat on the flat rock. The hilt of the sword is carved with gold and red motifs, and the icons of three unknown heroic spirits are depicted on it. It was the Lionheart, the legendary sword of the king's mercy, valor and justice. But there was still a motionless Knight of the Lake between the sword and him.

It's like being separated by a moat.

The Knight of the Lake stood silently among the trees, following the ancient knight's admonition not to strike at the wounded and incapacitated. If ordinary people were faced with such an opportunity, they would probably choose to retreat wisely, but Tester sneered and continued to crawl forward. Even though the sword wounds in his thighs, abdomen, and ribs made it impossible for him to stand up at all, the young viscount still moved his body forward inch by inch with only two hands.

He was badly wounded, knowing that his life was short, but even if he was going to die, Tester thought he had to get closer to his target than the others. As the illegitimate son of Duke Golan Elson, he has long understood the warmth and coldness of the world; If you can't rely on anything, you can only rely on yourself -- if you're weak, you'll lose a qiē. Little by little, he gained his current status because of such an ambition.

The ambition to fight even at the cost of life.

The young viscount gritted his teeth and crawled, not knowing when the Knights of the Lake's sword would pierce his heart. Or they will die from blood loss. But to his surprise, the knight, who was covered in a layer of emerald armor, just glanced at him with his eyes under the metal mask, then put away his long sword and turned away without saying a word.

What's going on?

Tester was slightly stunned, but after a short moment of alertness, he did not let go of this opportunity, and immediately increased his strength to crawl forward. In any case, the opportunity must not be lost, and the loss will never come again; Even if he is to die, he will also take the sword off the altar. He felt himself get closer and closer to the holy white rock altar, the distance shortening inch by inch, and finally he could reach for the hilt of the sword on the rock.

However, the moment he grasped the Lionheart, a stream of heat flowed through his body. He clearly felt his body come alive, as if every pore was dilated, and the wound was slightly itchy, and it was repairing at an accelerated pace. However, the young viscount was slightly startled, and he lowered his head, realizing that the wound under his ribs had disappeared without a trace, except for a blood stain on his chest.

Holy Sword

Tester took a deep breath, and he struggled to his knees and picked up the sword in his hand to take a closer look. Then, to his surprise, the Lionheart Sword in his hand had just begun to emit a little light, and these rays of light smoothed the wounds on his body one by one, but the next moment, the luster on the sword quickly receded. Then it turned into a stone.

The young viscount was startled and almost threw away the stone sword in his hand. However, when he calmed down and carefully stroked the blade of the sword with his hand, he could no longer feel the ripples of magic at all, as if he was really holding a cold stone in his hand. Aside from its unusual shape, it is no different from other stones in the forest.

"What's going on...... "Test, who lived for the rest of his life, held the long sword inexplicably, judging from the previous vision, it should be the Lionheart Sword, but why did it suddenly turn into stone again. He held the long sword in both hands, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, although this thing was obviously a stone, but there was a faint illusion of resisting him, as if the sword was clearly in his hand, but it didn't feel like it was here.

Tyster clutched the Lionheart Sword to stone, and wondered for a moment, but he looked around - the forest behind the rock was not open, and they had already searched it inch by inch, and there should be nothing else in it. It didn't seem like the sword in his hand was a fake, but it was still to be answered why it was like this, but it wasn't something he would figure out for a while, he just groaned a little and decided to take it out first.

But before leaving, he couldn't help but cautiously glance back.

The Knight of the Lake must have been hiding in the shadows somewhere in the forest, staring at him with an icy gaze. However, the other party did not come forward again in the end, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. "This trip is really unlucky...... "Tester couldn't help but shake his head vigorously, and didn't look at the corpses strewn across the ground, but just held his sword and walked over the bodies of many knights, and staggered out of the forest.

……

The buzzing slate finally stopped in Brando's hand, he had never encountered a sage slab that had resonated for so long. Several people in the dungeon looked at the stone tablet with a mysterious rune painted on Brando's hand for a moment, until it stopped for a long time, and the others returned their eyes to Brando.

The dungeon fell silent, and the occasional faint sound of dripping water could be heard in the distance.

"This is a bound sage tablet, my lord." Although Beru was both a prisoner and a minister of the Blanc family for the time being, he stood in front of the young lord without humility or arrogance. As if to show that he was only temporarily taking refuge - if one day, he could still return to the royal party at any time. But to his surprise, Brando didn't seem to care about this, and he was both surprised and inexplicable - he had the illusion that it might be better for the young man to shut himself up again than in this state of bottomlessness. But freedom was not easy to come by, and just feeling the warmth of the torch light made him greedy to breathe more free air, so it was impossible to say such a thing again.

Brando looked at the old man, as if reading the thought from his bright and dark face, and nodded, "You know?" He asked. Brando didn't care about the other party's attitude because he wasn't a nobleman himself, he had been the Grand Master of the Guild, but not a lord. To be honest, although he is in this position now, he does not have this kind of self-awareness, but he himself has not noticed. However, his attitude was unanimously recognized among those who followed him, and even if Antitina complained about it, he had to admit that Brando's approachable attitude made the group feel more cohesive.

What's more, the strong self-confidence that young people exude all the time is enough to make people motivated to follow.

Even the daughters of the aristocracy occasionally can't help but think, maybe this is the so-called unique personal charm.

However, Brando's curious gaze fell back on Berru, the sage tablets are described in the creation myth of the Cruz people, the Poetry of the Firmament, and in the mountain people's record of the ancient "Wistling Wind", and the Miner and the witch believe that they are fragments of stars falling into the earth, because they can be connected to the thread of fate in the sky. In fact, for thousands of years, mortals knew so much about the Sage Tablet that Hoshimi used it for divination—by associating the tablet with something so that she could accurately predict the direction of the things associated with it. In the same way, the Stone Sage foresees the future, by placing the Sage Slab on the Stone Sage and you'll get the answer you want - folklore has always been like this, and players have confirmed for themselves that there was such a setting in the game in the past.

However, the master craftsman could see that the sage slate in his hand had been bound, which was not simple. Not everyone knows about rune magic, especially the runes on the Sage's Slate are still the most ancient. As a craftsman of the royal family, he has heard and explained the legends of some artifacts, but he is a little strange in being proficient in ancient runes. You must know that not everyone is proficient in rune magic, even among the artisan wizards of Buga. So Brando stopped and looked at the other man, but did not rule out the possibility that the other was just a casual guess, so he asked, "Indeed, but can the master recognize what is pointing on this slate?" ”

Brando's question was a bit difficult for a strong man, because even he didn't know what the ghost talismans on the slate meant, at most he could guess that it must have something to do with the Lionheart.

"That's ......" Bai Lu suddenly stopped, and his face became a little stern. Brando soon saw the master craftsman staring at the stone slab in his hand, and his hands couldn't help but tremble, "Sage, the emblem of the king, heroism, justice and benevolence, how can it be ......" He took a light breath and couldn't help but look at it again, but his face became more and more solemn the more he looked at it. Finally, he finally couldn't take a step back, looked up at Brando with a look of disbelief on his face, and asked tentatively, "Lionheart?" ”

Brando's face soon became even more surprised than he was.

And Akane on the side also shouted, although she didn't know what the Sage Slate was, and she didn't know any rune magic, but as a national of Eruin, the most famous story she heard since she was a child was nothing more than the story of the Merciful Lord Eck and his Lionheart Sword. She immediately turned back as if to get confirmation on the young man's face, but heard Brando ask:

"How do you know?"