"Don't try to escape!" the knight who fell to the ground bent and retreated, and the two men who ran together formed a cold star in his pupils—he shouted, and shot his spear at Blake's back, and the castrated spear pierced Blake's shoulder and stabbed Bemmond in the back, and Nosamu's blood flowed all over the river beach outside Deherim.

"Get ......" The pained black horse ran frantically along the riverbank, and two young men who were almost unconscious from the pain lay on the saddle like a boat about to capsize in a storm.

Finally, both men fell into a dangerous fainting.

"Come with us, kids. In the darkness, Bemond heard the grunting of the wheels of the carriage, and vaguely saw a thin old Kugit merchant staring lovingly at him, caressing his face with his thin fingers.

He had nightmares over and over again for several days, dreaming of the night when his father coughed up blood and died, and he felt different pain and trauma in a daze. It wasn't until the evening of the fifth day that Bellmond finally opened his eyes.

What appeared in front of him was a pair of bloodshot loving eyes. An old Kugit man with a wrinkled face and dressed in a Yad costume sat gently on the edge of his bed, his brow sad and an old arrow wound on his forehead that seemed to tell of his master's wanderings.

"The young lady is also settled. The chubby boy replied respectfully outside the door. Bemond looked around vigilantly, and found that it was just an ordinary country inn, simple but still clean, his wounds delicately bandaged, and the snow wolf's teeth wiped clean by his pillow.

"My name is Odesken Lara. Trust me, kid. I have met your heroic grandfather and kind father. I have also seen your mother grow up. Therefore you are like my blood relative. The old man picked up the grease lamp from the side of the bed and said, "I know what you want to ask." Alaide—or Belmond. Please look at this lamp. There must be shadows under the light, and light and shadow cannot be separated—but one day, when a lamp goes out, his shadow remains. The name of this lamp is Momiji Nosamu. ”

"It turned out to be you...... I had heard my mother tell such a legend......"

"Legends? No, history. In the time of Gukalade, wars and betrayals were everywhere in Calradia. The most loyal knights were killed by the vile, and the most upright lords were killed by conspiracy - thus. The ancient families selected the elites in their own side lines and established their own family 'shadows'. In those chaotic times, they were known as the Shadow Knights or Guardians. ”

The firelight crackled and burned in the hotel. Finally the grease was extinguished and the endless shadow darkness covered the room, and Odysken's old eyes shone with wisdom in the darkness.

"Sue me, Bemmond. The old man said. "When the light of Nossam is gone. What is the Shadow of Momiji going to do?"

A Nord expeditionary force, stained with beacon fire and dust, silently marched into the valley. Under the banner of the Snow Wolf, Bermond Jarre, riding on a black horse and wearing a fur cloak taken from the nobles of Vecchia, with a gloomy face, slowly walked towards his son Oldman, as if he did not see the fanatical warriors and the blood-stained earth around him.

Oldman fell to his knees in the dust, covered in wounds, and carried the white, scarred body of Arka in his arms. On this night, Arka was shot three times with three arrows. None of the weapons hit Cesar in the back.

The shouting silenced as Bemond rolled over and dismounted. Salute deeply to the old friend who died in battle, untie the cloak and put it on Alka's body. He looked at the soldiers around him and said, "Here my noble warrior Arka Cesar died in honor, having sacrificed the blood of the Svadians to Odin and to the mountains and seas. From now on, this valley will forever be called Cesa!"

"Kill all the Svadians, and bury Arka and the warriors who died in battle. ”

"Cesa!" a boiling cry rang out in the valley, and the blood of Svadia prisoners of war flowed all over the valley. However, Rook Cesa's eyes were still red and he was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, and he fell to his knees before Bemond and said, "Noble Bemond Jarre, my father Alcacisa died in battle to cover your son, and that is his glorious return." But as his youngest child, allow me to take my father back to the other side of the sea. I should guide his immortal soul back into the embrace of the mountains and the sea. ”

Bemond caught a glimpse of the anger in Rook's eyes, and he stared at Rook for a long time, and finally waved his hand faintly, the latter gritted his teeth and kowtowed in thanks, snatched Arka's body and put it on his horse, and silently left the battlefield with the people of the Cesar family.

Seeing Arka die in battle and Rook leaving, Bemond never looked at his son, but slowly turned over and rode away. The Nord troops returned to Kulin Castle in silence, camped and rested in the midst of a devastated battlefield, and the traumatized Oldman was carried back to camp in a coma.

Candlelight was like beans, and Oldman woke up from a nightmare, only to see his father sitting coldly on the edge of his bed.

"Father, Mother Yadem is dead, Uncle Arka is dead. Oldman burst into tears, "Kulin Castle is lost, and Kwyn is razed to the ground......"

"I know you've never been a good son. "Alka's death, and the departure of the House of Cesar, is due to the fact that you have brought a Swadian woman into battle, and Arka has shed his loyal blood to cover you—so I have slain the slave named Oroya at the request of the warriors." ”

Oldman was struck by lightning and suddenly fell to his feet, only to be knocked down on the bed by his father's swift slap, "Yes, my good son. If you were so brave in the face of the Svadias, then Arka wouldn't have died because of you!"

He sneered, "Why are everyone's sons better than mine, whether it's the wolf cubs of Lord Nord or the young sons of House Cesar? Even the brave young knight of Swadia this morning is much better than my son—only a few dozen people, but they dare to set up an ambush in front of the castle, charge a thousand Nords, and rush into the castle of Kulin to rescue our prisoners of war." Kallad's tiger cub has learned to show defiant teeth to the Bihov Snow Wolf. ”

He pulled Oldman over, looked at his resentful and resolute look, and suddenly sneered and slapped again, hitting his son with blood between his lips and teeth, "And my son, like an angry dog, will only bare his teeth at his dying father?"

Oldman stood up and looked at his father, seeing that his belt was oozing black blood, "You...... Father, what's wrong with you?"

"This morning I was ambushed by dozens of Swadias in the mountains and forests. A young man, whom his companion called Haraus, threw me off his horse, and walked at the front of the line because I was in a hurry to save you. Bemond's face was calm, "It's a pity that this is the end of Bihoff's story, my son. ”

"Bemmond Jarre, I have brought what you want. The tent was lifted, and Oroya's eyes were red, and she stepped in with her axe and shield—Oldman looked at her, then at his father, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Do you think if I didn't know who she was, would she have survived until now?" Belmond took the axe and shield, and looked at Oroya with burning eyes, "Daughter of Nosamu Momi, I brought my people from the other side of the sea to Tiha, because we cannot survive in the Far North. And your father fought valiantly, leaving me with lifelong scars. As he spoke, he bared his left shoulder, revealing a large puncture wound, "He was the first Swadian to wound me, and I was the first Nord to survive his gun." The soul of a warrior resonates with death, so I recognize his honor. ”

"For this, I left the blood of Nosamu and put to death the man who killed your mother. It was also because of your father's wounds that I was defeated by Haraus. Bemmond handed the axe and shield to Oldman, "My son, do you think that if Kulin and Kwyn are destroyed, we will have nothing?" All I can give you is a shield and an axe, the only possession we have passed down from generation to generation. ”

"No, father, please don't leave me......" Oldman sobbed, as if he had woken up from the sea six years ago, as if he had been looking for his father's weak child.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up. Bemmond's expression was calm, his face glowing with a glowing color, he smiled at his son, and reached out to stroke his head, "If you have another brother, I will make you an ordinary and happy scholar, my son." ”

"I was never a good father. I have repeatedly chastised you, rebuked you, and put you in danger. He hugged his son and kissed him gently on the forehead, "I'm sorry for your mother's dying entrustment, now I'm going to look for her, don't come with me." ”

Outside the city of Dehrim, jackdaws open their bright, dark eyes on the branches of the trees of Alib. In the dilapidated inn of this desolate village, Bermond and Odersken fell silent in the darkness.

"My mother told me that I could only find the honour of Nosamu in Swadia if I went to Parabon under your guidance and found my great-great-grandfather, who was still alive. ”

"Nosam's shadow hangs over you, child. After hundreds of years of change, the descendants of the Shadow Knight have become shadows that want to devour the autumn leaves. And the destruction of the Nosamu orthodox bloodline in the bloody battle of Tiha hastened the expansion of their ambitions - we cannot go to Parabun, not even in any of the villages and cities of Swadia. Odysken said, "You've seen the power of the Shadow Knights of the Red Leaves. It is his unending obsession to completely erase the name of Nosamu and make his pedigree the main branch of Momiji. (To be continued......)