Sean ran all the way to the secret passage at the other end of the castle, where Matthew, Jane, and Sears gathered around him, clutching their weapons in their hands. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Along the way, he was able to witness the rest of the regiment still fighting valiantly.

Isaac gathered his knights together as much as he could, forming a sturdy array to defend against enemy attacks. Pierce was engaged with a man wielding a tomahawk, their weapons clashing with snaps and sparks. Cathy wields the two-handed sword she calls 'Ume', keeping several of the mercenaries out of the passage.

He tried to keep everyone's figure in mind, but he didn't dare to look at them more, for fear that he would not be able to help but stay. Barak was not in his sight - it may have been lucky, but not everyone would have been so lucky.

The legendary swordsman, and the man who destroyed the walls, will come to an end when they appear in the area—the result of the Knights' defeat, Sean believes.

He remembered the rumors he had read before. "Brigade" once traveled all over the continent, leaving behind a large number of stories that have been sung to this day. In the story, they are strong, just, and kind, turning many disputes into invisibility and saving countless people from suffering. And it was the man who originally belonged to that team, who at this moment, as the sword of the Empire, personally ruined the future of the Crow Knights.

After all, it was more than 20 years ago, and Sean thought with some sadness, perhaps, people will always change.

He went to the depths of the fortress and pushed through the wooden door that opened to the secret passage. In a small room, an old man was waiting for him.

The old man's face was deeply tired. Presumably because his injuries had not yet healed, he did not participate in the battle.

"You're here, Sean." The old man looked at the blonde man in front of him and said slowly, "It seems that you have understood the responsibility you have to bear. ”

"Chief priest." Sean nodded and greeted the old man, "Please leave with me, I need your wisdom." ”

The old man shook his head.

"In that case, I'll just be a drag on you." He sighed lightly, but his tone was unmistakable, "I'm waiting for you here, just to bring you a word." ”

"I've been wondering for the past few days, if the gods have abandoned us, or if we have angered the gods, or is there a third possibility?" The old man spoke slowly, "About thirty years ago, I was able to reach her in my prayers...... I got a response from my mother, but I don't know when I couldn't hear her anymore. ”

Sean was stunned.

He was forty-nine years old, and he had been a member of the Order for twenty-seven years, but he had never heard the old man talk about it. He thought that his mother was just unwilling to interfere in the mortal world, after all, there were only a handful of records in the history books of the Knights that actually communicated with his mother. But judging from the old man's words, there may be other hidden secrets.

- He remembered the obscure words Isaac had said to him the day before, after the meeting.

"Maybe it's not our mother who abandoned us, but ...... We abandoned her when she needed us. ”

"I should have told you all about it earlier......," Moore gasped, "but at that time you had just become the head of the regiment, and I kept it under wrap to avoid unnecessary concern." Now it seems that I was ...... at that time Maybe I made the wrong choice. ”

"No, chief priest." Sean said softly, "Don't blame yourself for the past, besides, what you did may not be wrong." ”

"Thank you." The old chief priest struggled to stand up with his staff, which had lost its strength, and struggled to stand up, "In any case, I will never believe that my mother, who was once as gentle as the night, would give the decree of destruction to us with her own hands. So, Sean ...... Remember this, and maybe one day, you will be able to confirm the truth. ”

Sean nodded silently.

"Then, the future of the Knights is entrusted to you." The old chief priest Moore walked past him and walked out slowly, "The young people are fighting, and I can't lose to them." ”

The figure of the old man disappeared. Sean took two deep breaths, remembering what the old man had said earlier.

He made his way to the corner of the room, and with Sears, he pushed open a raised stone slab, revealing a secret passage leading below. Sears jumped into it first, he followed closely behind, and Jane and Matthew were last.

The passage was dark and damp, and from time to time water dripped overhead, making the stone slabs beneath your feet slippery. Sears lit up the illumination spell, and the four of them kept their voices as low as they could, and walked briskly through the passage, no one speaking.

The passage is a gentle slope that descends slightly, and after about four or five minutes, an erected stone slab appears in front of the passage.

"I'll go take a look, Captain." Sears lowered his voice and said, "If it's okay, you guys come out again." ”

"Nope." Sean calmly rebuffed, "In this case, of course, the strongest person—" he pointed to himself, "to open a path." ”

Sean was sure that the man couldn't have missed it. Their only chance is when the other party has been waiting for a long time and is therefore a little relaxed. Of course, it is also possible that the other party underestimated their strength, but Sean did not expect this.

“El、vensa――”

He slowly stroked the blade of the sword with his left hand and whispered a spell representing 'wind'. The incantation is of Arna origin, which is not necessary, but a tradition. It is said that the people who brought magic to the civilized society of the Second Age were the Elna people more than 2,000 years ago.

The dim blue light flickered, and Sean turned his head and winked at the three knights who had followed him.

"I'll break the enemy's ambush, and you'll follow—"

They nodded. Sean condensed his mind, kicked open the stone slab, and jumped out of the secret passage.

In the next second, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air in my ears. The magic of the wind enhanced his perception and reactions, allowing him to instantly confirm the situation.

He swung his sword with his backhand, colliding with a scimitar. The power of the scimitar was somewhat beyond his imagination, but his love sword 'White Fang' was also extraordinary, and it was not cut off with a single sword.

He flattened the blade and slashed horizontally along the blade. The blade of the sword with added magic power is enough to cut the gold and jade, and if the opponent continues to move forward, this sword can take away one of the opponent's arms.

The other party reacted equally quickly, and Sean felt the power from his hand instantly strengthen, and then disappeared - the attacker had already retreated. Sean heard him take a sip that seemed to be a male.

There were several figures looming around, about five meters away. He chose one who looked small, his body turned into a blast of wind, and stabbed the opponent's throat with a sword.

Something was whistling at him on the other side, and the speed was even higher than his. He hurriedly turned around and raised his sword, but he felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, and the whole person flew upside down and fell on the hillside several meters away.

Taking advantage of the gap of a few seconds, the remaining three knights jumped out of the secret passage and gathered around him. With the light in Sears' hand, Sean saw the ambusher's appearance clearly for the first time.

There were four ambushers. A beronite, heavily armoured man with a large build, was the same man who had first swung his sword at him. A young woman holding a jet-black sword taller than her body, her eyes seemed to emit a ghostly light, and the blow that was as heavy as a mountain just now came from the other party.

If those two are still warriors, the remaining two are obviously even more special. One of them was a humanoid covered in silver-white metal, and Sean prayed inwardly that it wasn't the legendary Mithril Golem - of course, it looked a little smaller.

And in the end, the man was dressed in light clothes, without armor, petite in stature, and his long, soft pink hair swayed slowly with the night breeze. She looked at Sean with a vague curiosity in her eyes, coupled with a quiet temperament, like a young lady who had never been in the world.

The ambushers did not continue to attack, but cautiously stared at Sean and the others. Several knights whispered to each other, just enough for Sean to hear.

"Commander, a few of us are dragging them down, you should leave quickly."

"No, there are only four people on the other side, they can't stop us, we will rush out from one direction!"

"Or simply defeat them, four against four, with the regimental commander here, we won't lose-"

Sean got up and lowered his head to think about what to do. Fang Cai's blow made his whole body seem to fall apart, but fortunately, it didn't seem to hurt his muscles and bones.

The metal man and the girl hadn't made a move yet, and it was impossible to confirm that the other party didn't have the means to attack from a distance. If you're going to defeat them, maybe the best way is to feint against one of them, and then when the woman with the giant sword comes to the rescue, turn to besiege them.

"Hey, let's talk, don't mumble!"

At some point, the female mercenary with the giant sword was already standing in front of them, less than three meters away.

She threw an object at Sean, and the blonde man subconsciously swung his sword and slashed the object in two.

The object split in half fell to the ground, and Sean looked down, what seemed to be a leather glove?

…… What the hell is this?

He had a vague idea of a long-lost tradition. But in the current situation, this is really a bit abnormal, and he is completely unsure.

"You're a pretty famous knight, aren't you?" The crisp female voice said, "So, how about you and us, a one-on-one duel?" ”

Sean couldn't help but look up. Those bright eyes were full of flames of fighting intent, and he suddenly understood that the other party was serious.

"There seem to be a lot of rituals in the tradition, but it's too troublesome, so forget it." The voice continued, "If you win, let you go!" If we win, you'll die here, is that easy enough? ”

"So," the young warrior grinned, smiling as if she had seen her prey, "you, do you dare to accept the challenge of Lily Nono from Lilianor's regiment—!?" ”