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The sword was stuck in the meadow between the wilderness and the canopy, the blade as bright as a pool of autumn water, and the white french with the crescent moon emblem on the hilt of the sword twisted and turned in the wind, as if it were a memory swaying slightly. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

Wise and deep, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he watched with interest as the horizon between heaven and earth turned into an almond-shaped spac, and a white cloak was placed on him, and under the cloak a pair of large thick hands stood a black scabbard. He stood tall like a lion.

"King, it's getting late."

"Clentyre, guess what I'm looking at?" The old man smiled and asked calmly.

"Over this steppe, onward, onward, onward, the land of Eruin."

"Eruin, that's the land we have to protect with our lives. But I'm looking at my sword, Clentyl. The old man retracted his gaze, the sword was uniquely slender in the lonely wilderness, but it supported a heaven and earth.

"Your sword?"

"I wonder, thousands of years from now, will anyone still pick up this sword, wipe the dust off it, and remember our oath? Will our descendants stand the test of time - do you say, Eruin live up to the test of time? ”

"Eruin will stay for a long time, Your Majesty."

"But time flies, what if one day our descendants forget the promise of today? The Cruz people also had the glory of antiquity, but they have long since regained that qiē, and perhaps one day, the Eruin people will be the same. ”

"陛xià."

"I don't want Eruin, Clentel."

The gray-blue eyes reflected the shadow of the clouds, the soft gray hair was attached to the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, time had left too heavy a mark on him, and the old man felt that the fire in his heart was burning to the end little by little, but at this moment, it seemed to be shining again.

He has seen too many wars, too many sufferings, too many people close to him dying on this land; He closed his eyes, and the old picture was like a golden picture, as if it was still at dusk under the setting sun, and they had left the territory of Cruz for the first time.

That's where a qiē begins.

"Mine is not Eruin, Klentel - but the soul and faith of this land, I want this voice to be passed on forever, I want the rebellion and pursuit that belong to Eruin will not be forgotten, I want its nobles to always remember their duty-"

"Clentel."

"Remember—if one day the Eruin really forget this qiē, then the sword will return to wherever it came from, and will no longer protect the country."

Then go back to where the sword came from.

"Majesty, the Eruin people have really forgotten this qiē."

"It's only been two hundred years."

"The land will no longer carry that immaculate ideal—"

But today, the sword is back.

The sword in Clentel's eyes was glowing with an infinite golden light, and it trembled in the girl's hand as if it had been given a new lease of life, trembling with excitement and ready to come out of the box at any moment.

Clentyl suddenly felt his tears welling up, even though he had long since stopped crying.

But those were tears in my heart.

Your Majesty, have you seen that there are still people who take this sword, wipe the dust off it, and remember our oath. And so it felt that faith again, and after centuries of oblivion, that glorious banner returned to Eruin.

Brando also looked at the lion sword in Freya's hand.

At that moment he heard the sound of the sword—like a landslide and tsunami, as if a great voice was echoing and telling, as if he saw the glorious era, and saw the two elongated figures in the lonely wilderness.

The sword is in the oath-

Will Eruin survive for a long time?

Eruin will be there for a long time, Majesty.

"What's going on, Freya?" Nimesis asked aloud.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden intense light from Freya's sword.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Freya stared dumbfounded at the trembling sword in her hand, it seemed to come to life, echoing something: "It, it seems to feel something......"

The whole Ampessel shook—

Foster rushed out of the tent in a frenzy, and the entire command post of the White Lion Legion was enveloped in a loud buzz, and everyone in the camp involuntarily stopped, raised their heads and looked in one direction.

Right in the middle of the camp.

The huge white lion battle flag is emitting an incomparably dazzling light, the battle flag stands in the wind and rain, and the white lion on the flag seems to be resurrected at this moment, showing its teeth and claws.

"Banner of Radiance......" Foster froze suddenly.

He seemed to understand something, and looked to the west in a daze.

Karen of the fourth column of the White Lion Legion was also looking in the same direction, and in the wind and rain, an army he had never seen before was slowly passing through the rain curtain and coming to him.

There seemed to be singing in the rain.

'I make an oath before this sword— '

I swear to lead my people - to turn them away from slaughter and strife, from the arrogance and greed of the nobility. ’

'I vow not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake again, and I will make the nobles of the newborn kingdom to follow the spirit of chivalry—justice and strictness, integrity and courage, mercy and forgiveness." ’

I make a vow, so it is today, and it will be every day. ’

The silver elf helmet, bathed in the rain, and the white lion on the shoulder, seem to have come out of the legend. The sword in his hand is five feet long, one palm wide, and there is a lion's heart mark on his handguard, and he is wearing heavy armor and a scaly skirt, and he swears an oath.

At this moment, legend overlaps with reality.

The army that slowly marched out of the heavy rain hit the softest place in the hearts of all the White Lion Legionmen in an instant. It was as if it had come out of a glorious story with a vivid history, and even with the mysterious and magical atmosphere of a fairy tale, the army that had only existed in the legend appeared in front of them.

That's their seniors.

their history.

Their pride.

The Praetorian Guard of the White Lion Legion.

But now it's their enemy.

Thus they have broken their oath after all, and the glory of their self-proclaimed heir to the Ec Prophet will be washed away at this moment, and the legendary army will now come to remove the laurels from their heads.

Everyone couldn't help but subconsciously take a step back.

It was a legend that they had heard countless times from stories, that had grown up with them, and that had strengthened their beliefs. Although the White Lion Legion walked silently in the rain, it was only half a squadron. The White Lion Legion is all veterans, and you can count the number of opponents with just a glance.

Forty-five.

But so what?

Knight Karen felt that his palms were covered in cold sweat, and since he had become a knight, there had never been a moment when he had not yet faced his sword directly. But the honor of a soldier did not allow him to abandon his sword and surrender, not to mention that the dazed panic was only a momentary illusion.

Cullen reacted in an instant, he almost gritted his teeth and shouted: "Shame, where did the clown who jumped the beam dare to disguise the White Lion Legion?" ”

The sound was heard far away in the rain.

"The White Lion Legion?" The army stopped, and the commander at the head was visibly slightly stunned.

Right now, Karen seized the fleeting opportunity, and he immediately raised his sword: "The fourth column of the White Lion Legion listens to my orders and attacks!" Destroy these fanatics who blaspheme Ek the Ancestors! ”

The soldiers of the White Lion Legion let out a roar of rage in unison, as if only such a roar could dispel the doubts in their hearts, as if in a thousand times, like their forefathers, their comrades-in-arms had charged the iron cavalry of the Cruz on the plateau, and for the first time in thousands of years, they had charged the Eruin.

The horn of the White Lion Legion rang out for a long time.

The melodious sound contains the long, glorious history of this legendary legion, which has never even had an opponent every time it charges, not because it is invincible, but because it is indomitable.

In front of the White Lion Legion, there was no enemy that could make them tremble with fear.

Because it's the courage of a lion.

It was the belief that the ancestor Eck gave them.

The soldiers unsheathed their swords, but there were only two hundred people, but they were wrapped in the momentum of tens of millions. The battle flag of the white lion marched forward in the wind and rain, and the formation was as tight as a sharp blade, sweeping through, but it was not only discipline that maintained this sharp sword, but also faith.

But for the first time today, the hand holding the sword felt sluggish.

"It's really the White Lions." The illusion that this was fate suddenly rose in Caglis's heart, as if an invisible hand arranged for them to meet, and this sight was eternal.

But he also understood what it meant to have an unexpected enemy presence on the battlefield.

"Things have changed," the young commander decided, first to join the lord, but before that, there was an army also called the White Lion Legion standing in front of them.

He drew his sword.

Cullen also clenched the sword in his hand.

"Listen to me!"

"White Lion Tactics!" In the pouring rain, two orders were shouted at the same time. Karglis had expected it, but Cullen felt like he had been hit by an arrow.

In front of him, the strange and familiar army suddenly accelerated.

Obviously, the heavy armor mopped the ground, and the big sword walked together, but it seemed that everyone had a terrifying momentum like a galloping horse, the earth trembled, and the cyan stone slabs on the long street were slightly warped.

'Infantry Knight'.

Karen's palms were white. It was the legendary infantry knight, the cyan wind surrounding the armor of the white lion of the opponent, such a forging technique The White Lion Legion had been lost after the Battle of Lunn. That is the core technology contained in the body armor of the back of the wind, which can make a set of heavy armor as light as light armor.

It's all magic armor.

The soldiers of the White Lion Legion all felt depressed, where did Eruin still have such an army since the Holy War, or two centuries? But the key is the indomitable momentum, and the two legions are almost identical.

If anything, there seemed to be a kind of persistence in the other party that they did not have, and in them you could see the pride and glory of being a soldier, but there was something in the sparkling eyes under the mask of the other party that they had never seen before.

Hang on.

with the pursuit.

There is only one line between the two armies, and the veterans of the White Lion Legion are never afraid, and they even feel a little ashamed to fight more and less, which is not the honor of the White Lion Legion. But this did not prevent them from raising their swords, and their hearts were firm and unhindered.

The experience they have gained from fighting thousands of battles supports them to deal with unexpected situations with cold and composure.

But the unexpected happened.

There are still ten meters left.

The heavily armored White Lion Guards raised their two-handed greatsword in unison—a sword five feet long and a palm wide, with a lion's heart mark on its gauntlet, and three claw marks on its blade—the legendary sword of the lion. But Cullen saw the blades in each of his enemies' hands brighten slightly.

"It's not good...... a bad thought flashed through his mind.

"Get out of the way—" The chief knight tried to salvage the qiē at the last minute, but alas, it was a little late. I saw that Calglis and his white lion guards suddenly leaned over their greatswords and slashed in unison in the rain.

Cut it neatly.

A full moon-like splash of water flew out of the sword, forming a curtain of water that spread forward on the long street.

There was a faint flicker of white light in the water curtain.

It's like a perfect arc.

The arc forward, crossing a distance of nearly ten meters, seems to be sparkling.

The soldiers of the first line of the fourth column of the White Lion Legion seemed to have crashed head-on into an invisible wall, and they all fell to the ground in unison, and it was only a moment later that the hoarse scream of exhaustion sounded—a patch of blood stained the color of the rain, and the blood halo spread rapidly on the long street, and the stone slabs were also stained with the color of blood.

"White Crow Swordsmanship, this can't be ......"

"No, earlier...... This should be ......"

"Swordsmanship after the wind, white lion's tooth ......" Cullen's heart was miserable.

There was a neat sound, and the White Lion Guards put away their swords, and the entire legion was like a whole, exactly the same. At that moment, layers of history and countless pictures overlapped in front of the White Lion Legion like disturbing fragments.

Past, present, legends, stories, glory, victories and defeats, countless memories are like a river that flows quietly through their hearts.

That's the White Lions.

But the name doesn't belong to them anymore.

It was as if a great voice between the majestic heavens and the earth said, "Today, I will take off your laurels, because you have strayed from that glorious path—"

It was the voice of the first king, Ek.

It's the same moment.

Suddenly, Karglis looked up with a look of disbelief in his eyes. To be exact, everyone present stopped their movements for a moment, and the air seemed to be filled with some kind of heavy pressure, and even the flow of wind and water became viscous.

Everyone is feeling a lot of pressure.

and the sound of the body's **.

Sword and oath.

Resonated.

With a loud bang, Foster saw a pillar of golden light shoot up from the glorious banner. In just a moment, another pillar of light rose from the east.

Two pillars of light reflect each other in the early morning sky.

Forster remained silent for a long time, for he knew-

That's the Lionheart.

Ek's sword.

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