"This sword move is ......" Bru Sipp stood up suddenly, his old face suddenly pale, "Fils Mushin's sigh!"

Bannock laughed, his massive sword dancing in six sides, like the wings of the creator gods. He jumped high, and the six giant swords in his hand instantly condensed into one, bringing out another straight sword light, crashing into the sword momentum of the Luo Duo people like a meteor.

"Philae Inhardt's sigh!"

The snowflakes in the sky were split by the waves of the giant sword, and the two of them staggered in the wind and snow, holding the sword in the distance, and only the solemn breathing sound was left on the top of the snowy mountain.

"Ding-" A small, clear metal slash sounded.

Bannock and Heard looked back at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Good sword. A thin crack appeared in the one-handed sword in Sheld's hand, spreading upwards like a spider's web, and finally shattering into pieces. His tiger mouth trembled and blood flowed out, the chain mail on his body was scattered to the ground, and blood sprayed from the wounds on his shoulder blade, left ear, upper arm, and knee at the same time.

"One blow splits the sword, one blows the armor, and four swords hurt people. Bru Sipp sat down slowly, "Blake, when you understand the meaning of the Sword of Guardianship, you will be able to turn the sword into six and learn the sigh of Philae Inhart. ”

"Guardian...... The sword?"

"The true sword is meant to guard, not to kill," Bru Sipp looked beyond his grandchildren to Bermond, "You know, Abile means 'trust' in ancient language - and the true power is faith and sacrifice." ”

"I have heard that there are three swords in the world that are comparable to Ebilee. "Baanock had tiny blood marks on both wrists. Suddenly blood spurted out, and Abile slammed to the ground, "One of them is the sword of Phils Muchenen. Also known as the Sword of Kings. ”

"My ancestors lost the sword of kings, leaving me with only the remaining sword moves, and thus lost to Ebilee. Shielded waved his hand to stop the restless Rhodok crossbowman, staring at his renegade subordinates. "Why don't you kill me, Bannock. ”

"The sword of Stro Hart is gone," Bannock said, turning away, "the era of the swordsman has long since come to an end. I don't want Fils Muchengen to become an ancient myth as well. ”

"Yes, the era of the swordsman has long since come to an end! this is the century of crossbowmen and cavalry. Covered the wound in his shoulder and picked up a crossbow bolt that had been left on the ground. Suddenly broken into two, "I insulted the sword of Fils Muchern, and I will never open the sword in this life, otherwise I will be shot by ten thousand arrows." It's like this!"

"Bannock!" he beckoned to take away the swearing Rhodok soldiers. His eyes were calm, "Within three days, I will take all the soldiers of the fifteenth level back to Sailun to rest and recuperate - maybe you cunning mountain guys who don't know whether to live or die can take this opportunity to leave the Sailun Snow Mountain." ”

Looking at the backs of the Rhodok people in the distance, which turned into blurred black dots on the mountain road, Bannock finally weakened and fainted on the snowy mountain. "Anu!" Blake exclaimed, rushing up to hold Bannock.

"Give me a hand. A bastard kid who doesn't have long eyes. Blue stared at Bellmond, "Do you want to see me frozen into ice here, sir?"

The sound and shadow of the mountain man probing his brain appeared behind the mountain rock. In Blue's furious reprimand, the hill tribesmen shouted and carried away the unconscious warriors, and with their concerted efforts they cut off the chains at the old man's feet, leading them back to the hill tribe's council hall, a large house made of black boulders.

Bannock fell asleep on the bed in the room, while Blake was counted out by his grandfather's ears and left the room with tears in his eyes.

Bright torches were lit in the corners, and the warm glow of the fire filled the room. In the mellow aroma of wine, Blue Sipp is shirtless, holding an old wine bowl in his left hand, and his eyes are wandering away from the distant time.

"The shadow of the autumn leaves? That's an ancient legend. "Legend has it that three hundred years ago, the fourteenth generation of the Momiji Nosamu family welcomed the birth of a pair of baby boys, the eldest brother named Ledo Nosamu and the second boy named Rader Nosamu. On the day the brothers were born, the head of the family dreamed that a huge red leaf covered the whole of Calradia, casting a gloomy shadow over the Karad Empire, and thus regarded the brothers as a bad omen. He found an excuse to send his young brother away, some say he sent his young son to a convent, others say he killed his own young son in the back garden. ”

"Twenty-seven years later, when the wheel of Karad Empire's conquest reached the shores of Tiha, the head of the Nosamu family and his eldest son, Ledo Nosamu, fought with the Karad the Great for three days and three nights, and all seventeen adult men of the Momiji family were killed in battle. And in the last moments of the fierce battle, a knight in pitch-black armor carried a battle flag depicting a pitch-black maple leaf, and led four hundred cavalry in the same costume to attack the barbarian battle array," Blue sighed, "My ancestor saw the black knights who charged to the death, and he remembered until he was dying that those dark knights were like furious lightning tearing through the crowd and rushing towards the Red Leaf Nosamu at the heart of the battle array—all of Calradia, except for the old Imperial Knights of the previous king, had never seen such a powerful warrior. ”

"They are...... The shadow of the autumn leaves?"

"The night before the Nosamu family opened the battle of Tiha, a knight in black armor visited Palaubun, his name was Red Nosamu. For some reason, all the Shadow Knights betrayed the Momiji family and declared their allegiance to him. The old man took a sip of wine and said in a low voice, "When the second son of Nosamu arrived at the battlefield, he only saw his eldest brother's head being lifted high. So he reaped the life of the barbarian king with his anger and hatred, and took away the young son of Momiji Nosamu, who was crying in the battlefield. ”

"In other words, all of the Momiji Nosamu family died in battle?" Bemond stood up, "So, whose descendant is my mother?"

Ten months later, a letter was sent to Emperor Karad along with a package containing a baby. The arrogant emperor opened the letter, and as he walked back and forth in his study with anger and flush at the words, he indifferently announced that the child in the package was the lost son of Momiji Nosamu, and would be enshrined with his family's honor in the village of Kwen, outside the city of Tiha. The old man stared at Bemond in a meaningful voice, "My ancestor was instructed to destroy the letter, but he broke his oath and opened the envelope. He saw a black maple leaf painted on the envelope, and a line underneath it: Emperor's blood, ice and water exchange. With my son, the light of the phantom leaf. ”

"That is......" Bemond shuddered.

"You are the descendant of the Shadow of the Red Leaves," the weakened Bannock continued, long since he awoke, "Your ancestor is the Shadow of the Red Leaves, Nosamu!"

"The story doesn't end there. The treachery of my ancestors was detected by the kings, and our entire tribe was relegated to the faraway wilderness, which is now the Aaronic Mountains. Three months later, three knights in black armor and riding black horses visited the place, and they made a secret pact with my ancestors to build a minaret in the far north of the snow-capped mountains......"

"I can't say any more, Master. Bannock interrupted the old man's narration, "That's all we can say, young Nosamu descendants. ”

"Can you tell me where the spire is?" said Bermond, calming down, "whether it's light or shadow, I have half of the blood of the red leaves flowing from me." Either way, I want to fulfill my mother's dream, regain the glory of the Momiji Knight, and return to the other side of the sea to rebuild the Bihov Snow Wolf!"

"I'm afraid not, descendant of the shadow of the red leaves. The door was kicked open, and three tall knights in black armor approached coldly, their black cloaks rising in the wind, revealing the prostrate and moaning mountain warriors behind them.

"Our Lord has been looking for you, Ared Nossam. The three knights threw away their pitch-black cloaks, lowered their swords, and made an inviting gesture, "Don't hide anymore, so as not to drag others down." ”

"I'm in a bad temper," Bemmond sneered at the snow wolf's fangs, his handsome countenance, "especially when the story is interrupted halfway through." ”

"It seems that you haven't shed enough blood from Nord to Svadia, Nosamu. ”

"We have a bad temper too," Blue picked up the two swords beside him, tossed one to Bannock, and slowly drank half a bowl of wine, his eyes burning, "Bemond, there is a narrow stone staircase on the rock behind this room that leads to the minaret. I've called Blake to be there for you. ”

"Bikhov never retreats from the battlefield, we are the wolves of battle. As soon as Bellmond straightened up, he received an unceremonious blow from Blue.

"A group fight of a few people can be called a battlefield, you overheated idiot. Go, don't get in the way of me and Bannock warming up. ”

Bermond shrugged his shoulders and asked the three black-armored knights sincerely, "Have you heard of the Sword of Fils Muchenn and Philae Inhardt?"

"Never heard of it. ”

"Very well, take care of yourself, black turtles. Bemond slammed out the door. The three giant swords stabbed at Bemmond like a snake's kiss, but in another moment, the one-armed old swordsman stepped out of the door, threw the bowl in his hand into the air, and drew his sword.

The slashing sword in his hand turned into three, and Ding Ding Ding slashed at the black knight's long sword at the same time, and the heavy sword power made the three of them snort in unison, and they all retreated. Blue gathered his sword and stood, just took the wine bowl that fell in the air, raised the wine bowl and drank the remaining half of the wine, laughing loudly. "Bunny, take Blake with you, don't come back. Let her see the world more. ”

"That's what I mean, old man!"

The three knights watched silently as Bemond walked towards the spire, and finally spoke, "Are you determined to break the secret covenant between our two peoples?, Shadow of the Goshawk?—you would rather cut off your wrist than leave here, and sacrifice your own secret rather than reveal it, but tell our enemies." ”

"I only have one granddaughter. And this young man was willing to die with my granddaughter. Blue sighed, "And, I know she likes him." (To be continued......)