In the midst of the wind and snow, the violently bumpy carriage shook violently on the mountain road, and the whistling wind blew away the headscarves of the two young men on the carriage, and the crystal snow and frost formed tiny ice cubes on their brows.

The merchants and horse boys were placed in a pine forest in the middle of the mountain, where a bonfire awaited their return. Before parting, the friends made a pact that before they saw Blake and Bemmond at dusk, the old man would go to the seaside village of Far Nord and bring the news of the death of the last of Bihov's descendants to his mother, Oroya Nosamu.

"How far away, brother. Bemond gasped in the passenger seat, his crooked right arm simply bandaged from the corner of his cloak, the scar of a fierce Rhodok guard.

"Half an hour. Blake looked deeply at his friend, his black clothes stained with Rhodok blood, "You get off here." It's my business. ”

"Half an hour, then I'm dead. Bermond smiled and hugged his arm, his delicate eyebrows raised, "Unfortunately, he died quietly, not quite as I expected—my father often told me that the battlefield was the only place for Bichoff. ”

"A bastard who doesn't know whether to live or die. Blake whispered, and he turned his face away and whipped the frothing pony.

"Idiot stupid. Beammond leaned comfortably on his shoulder, shushing the cold air and gritting his teeth to cut through the half-exposed feather arrows outside his shoulder blades, "How could I leave you." ”

"Stop!" the stern rebuke resounded intensively in the snow dance ahead, and in the wind and snow, the figure of the Rhodok appeared in a row, "If we don't stop, we'll shoot arrows!"

"Let's go!" Blake jumped up on the carriage. The sword in his left hand slashed an arc that cut the rope between the pack horse and the wagon, and the frightened horse neighed and ran wildly. The rickety carriage twisted and rolled backwards, and the Rhodok cursed and showed off his weapon. At the same moment, his right hand jumped over the horse's hips, and the whole person jumped up like a wild goose, landing on the back of the galloping horse.

"Blake, I'm going to kill you!" Bemmond, who was half a beat slower, was almost swept away by the tumbling carriage, but was entangled in the rope thrown back by the galloping horse in front of him, and rolled back behind Blake under the pull of great force - in an instant. The carriage tumbled with a terrifying crash against the rocks, the Rhodocs roared and pulled the trigger, and the frenzied horses leaped into the air. Like a meteor, it crashed into the wind and snow on the top of a distant mountain.

The galloping horse, after dodging the last wave of crossbow arrows, fell convulsively on the side of the mountain road.

"Right there, my grandfather used to take me down the stone staircase as a child," Blake pointed to a snow-covered stone staircase in front of him. There was a sad look on his face. "At that time, Rhodok was still called South Svadia, and we were free mountain people. ”

Bemond suddenly remembered the small seaside village where he had grown up, and his parents sang him songs of the other continent on the beach under the moon, telling him that he was a child from the other side of the sea. For the first time, he looked closely at his friend, and saw that Blake had a pair of dark eyebrows, a pair of ink-dotted eyes, and a wheat-colored face dotted with delicate lips. Shyness with childishness.

"Take the mountain as ...... In the name of the tribe......

Sue sù you ......"

"Yes...... Grandpa!" came the staccato singing in the distance, mixed with an old cough. Blake's eyes lit up suddenly, and he dragged his sword and ran forward mercilessly, slamming on the ground with a clanging sound, and even one of his shoes ran away, revealing a foot as clear as snow.

"You idiot, Blake. The boy was greeted by a frail old man with white hair and a long beard, sitting bare-covered in the snow with his scarred upper body, his dark eyes showing a look of disgust. "Didn't you get you out of the way? Why do you want to come back? ”

"Grandpa, I'm here to take you away!" Blake's eyes welled up with tears, and he rushed to his relatives in alarm, only to be sneered by the latter, so he was stunned to the ground, letting the spit and snow run down his face.

"Sure enough, I've always been an idiot. Black. The old man stared at him gloomily, "We hill tribes will never have you as a person, you are going to take me there? I am in Aaron! This is our country of freedom! Not only did you not listen to me and came back, but you also caused a great disaster as always!"

"Look at your blood, can you kill the Rhodoks?, or do you want to watch them string us up one by one and hang them all over the Aaronic mountain path?" the old man roared angrily, "Get down the hill, I, Bru Sipp, have never had you as a descendant!"

"Blake......" Bemond fell silent as he looked at his friend.

"Yes...... Yes. Blake's eyes darkened, he lowered his head, and turned silently, "I've always been an idiot who only gets into trouble. ”

"Can you go like this if you killed my Rhodok warrior?" a cold voice sounded at the bottom of the steps, and the snow-clad Rhodok marksman Sheld, who was about to shoot with a crossbow, was behind dozens of wounded and depressed Rhodok soldiers.

"It's no good to be alive, Bellmond. Blake puffed up his chest and walked towards the Rhodoc who had opened his crossbow arrows, his heavy footsteps sounding like his heart was dead.

"You've got me!we're brothers!" Bemond slammed his stride in front of Blake, "I have no regrets about dying with you." ”

"No!" Bru Sipp suddenly stood up in the snow, and he shouted to Shelde with his hands outstretched, "according to our agreement, I will freeze here as the last mountain people to resist, in exchange for the freedom of all mountain people to choose whether to become Rhodoc or the Horde." ”

"I've cut off my right palm, so I can no longer hold a sword. His right hand snapped off at the wrist, revealing Sensen's wounds, and the thick chains bound his legs like black snakes, "This is also a testimony of my pact with your earl. You should vouch for the sanctity of our oath. ”

"Grandpa......" Blake looked back at his grandfather suddenly, tears streaming down his face.

"Blake, you're such an idiot. Bru Sipp turned his face away, but the folds of the wind and frost were full of sadness, "Didn't you run away and never come back?"

"The death of a soldier in the principality must be paid for in blood," Sheld's eyes shot an eagle-like light, and the crosshair of the special giant crossbow was aimed at Blake's chest, "the head of the hill tribe, I want you and your children and grandchildren to be martyred for my dead comrades!"

"Ready—"

"Put down your crossbow, Sheld. A calm voice rang out behind the Rhodok, "Otherwise, you'll be the first to die in the audience." I assure you in the name of the mountain people. ”

Armed with a light crossbow, Bannock walked into the crowd lightly, facing dozens of powerful crossbows that were ready to fire, and used crossbows and one-handed swords to coerce the marksman to lay down his arms.

"Bannock, you traitor. Didn't you let you die in any village in Rhodoc and not come back?" Bru Sipp looked at him with a frown, but there was warmth in the corners of his eyes, "Wouldn't it be nice to keep one or two Rhodocs and remember the story of our hillmen?"

"Old thing. Bannock put his sword against Sheld, who was trembling with rage, and coerced the marksman to walk up to the old man and say, "Remember, I'm a mountain man. ”

"It's Bannock...... Brother?"

"Blake," Bannock tilted his head coldly toward Blake, "I was your grandfather's only heir, and you should call me Anu (uncle) as the mountain calls me." ”

"Sergeant Sheld, I know you're not just a top-notch marksman, you're also proficient in hand-to-hand combat. "So I'd love to make a bet with our lives." ”

"Bannock, we've always treated you as a Rhodoc. Shielded gritted his teeth.

"Or ...... You're going to be the first to die here?" the sword in Bannock's hand pierced Sheld's chain mail slightly, "Huh?"

"Delightfully. Shelde laughed, his eyebrows darkened, "Do you want me to accept your duel?" he gestured for all the Rhodoc soldiers to put away their weapons and step back ten meters.

Bannock handed his one-handed sword upside down to Shield, saying, "Blake Sipp, give me your sword." Seeing his grandfather's heavy nod, Blake tossed his sword to Bannock.

"Sleeping beauty, eternal sword of creation. Bannock's gaze was as gentle as his lover, and he murmured as he rubbed the smooth blade of his sword, his eyes suddenly resolute and clear.

"Behold, Blake Sipp, the last leader of our hillmen. He slashed his sword to his chest, and his voice seemed to travel through ancient times, "This is the strongest move your grandfather ever taught you, the Sword of Freinhardt!"

The boundless wind and snow suddenly rose without a wind, a huge crashing sound sounded on the distant snow, and a fierce wind swept towards the people on the top of the mountain like the end of the world, and in Sheld's calm gaze, Bannock stood with a horizontal sword, and his clothes danced in hunting, like the legendary Kallad God of War hundreds of years ago.

"Sheld!" Bannock's greatsword made a low tremor like a cry, and he pointed his sword at the silent Sergeant Roddock with a solemn expression, "Sue me for how you put down your sword." ”

"I've been using a crossbow for fifteen years. However, Sheldt did not reply, he glanced at the one-handed sword in his hand, and said, "I thought that I would no longer be a swordsman." ”

"You only know the sword of Philae Inhardt," Sheld's eyes were cold, "but in the land of my birth, we worship the god of chaos, Phils Muchern. He bowed, leaped, condensed, stepped forward in the snow, and the one-handed sword in his hand brought out a pure round sharp light - that sword seemed to have traveled through the wind and snow and time and space, cutting the past and the old things, like flowing water, without a trace.

Blake's pupils dilate instantly, and his eyes gaze like eagles at the gracefully dancing one-handed sword, and he saw the heroic posture of his distant ancestors in the sword moves. And Bemond took half a step back, as if the light sword light was the eyes of the ancient beasts that lit up in the dark night, and he smelled Yingying's killing intent and majestic momentum. (To be continued......)