The year 9420 in the Westin calendar. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The war between the two empires was unimaginably brutal.

In the past ten years, countless lives have been lost on the battlefield, and the great rivers and mountains have been dyed red with blood.

In the territory of the Montgolia Empire, the barren and lonely snowfields are filled with the smell of death, and large swaths of corpses pave the way to the Yellow Springs.

This is the front line of the war.

On one side are the soldiers of the Montgolian Empire wearing special cotton clothes and hats and sitting on the home field, while on the other side are the Macedonian Imperial soldiers who are fighting in light armor and fighting away.

"How could this be? How could the Montgolian Empire have such a powerful army of mages?"

Von Kármán, the supreme commander of the Macedonian Empire in this campaign, was so chilled that he could not do anything as he watched his warriors fall one after another in the rain of magic.

The tide of battle is tipping in one direction.

The climate of the Montgolia Empire is cold, and under the cold wind, a group of brave and fearless swordsmen have been trained. It is also well known that the Montgolians have a low affinity for magic, and few mages are talented. In the long run, they simply gave up the idea of having a strong army of mages, and concentrated on developing swordsmen, making use of their strengths and avoiding their weaknesses.

The Macedonian side has always held this view.

So this time, in order to seize the opportunity, von Kármán, who was eager to win, left behind the large army of mages with low mobility on his side, and only brought dozens of mages with him.

He thought that the other party didn't have a decent mage legion anyway, and as long as his side had a slight advantage in the number of mages, it would be enough.

But I never expected that in this war, Montgolia could be said to have spent a lot of money, and he secretly hid such an elite mage army and sent it to the battlefield.

As the brilliant magic flew over the two armies, watching the neat water magic on the other side turn into a sharp blade and stab at his own camp, von Kármán knew that they had lost.

In order to increase the mobility, it can be said that he only temporarily selected some young mages, and the magic between them has no system and does not cooperate. How can a little twinkling starlight compete with the ice crystal moon in the sky?

"It's over, it's all over. ”

Watching his soldiers lay in pools of blood one after another, von Kármán knew that his name would be nailed to the Empire's pillar of shame forever. Fame is nothing to him, but the young people who have lost their precious lives because of themselves......

"Children, when I get to the dead world, I will make amends to you one by one. ”

Von Kármán silently closed his eyes, unwilling to watch life pass away.

On the pure vast snowfield, one after another bewitching blood-colored flowers bloomed.

Screams and wails are incessant, intertwined with the rumbling of magic to form a rhapsody from hell.

The young man with black hair and black eyes fell to his knees, burying his somewhat godless eyes in the shadow formed by his bangs. The countless corpses lying around are like one vivid puppet after another, losing the love of their owners and being abandoned at will.

In the arms of the young man, a young woman was lying. The long golden hair was mixed with blood but still brilliant, just like the sassy fluttering in the wind in the past. The resolute and beautiful face is pale and white, white beyond this ice and snow. The crystal blue eyes gradually lost their lustre, and the peach-colored blood stains oozing from the corners of the mouth made the picture a little more thrilling.

Through his bangs, the young man looked at the graying of the woman's eyes, and a familiar pain swept over the riverbank like a past wave. His mind was full of a woman's voice and smile, and her heroic appearance had long been deeply engraved in his heart.

The woman raised her left hand with great difficulty and gently stroked it on the young man's cheek, and the perseverance on her beautiful face was like melting ice and snow, turning into warmth and tenderness.

"Caesar, looks like we're going to separate......"

There is a weak voice, but it is gentle, and it is vivid in the past.

The young man was silent, just covering her palm over her cheek, on top of hers. A penetrating coldness was transmitted into his heart through the contact of the skin. He wanted to warm the palm with his own temperature, and he tried hard to hold the coldness in his hand, even if he tried to tremble, he still couldn't warm her in the slightest.

"Don't be sad, Caesar. The world has just unfolded before your eyes, and I will continue to look at the world with your eyes in the future, looking at all the beauty of this world. So, ah......"

"You have to work hard to live. ”

The young man nodded, but did not shed tears.

As if suddenly remembering something, the woman raised the staff in her right hand and handed it to the young man.

The seemingly rough wooden handle has a different kind of luster, and the dark color contains the treasures left by the years. At the end of the wand, a mysterious transparent magic stone flows through it with a star-like brilliance, unfolding a picture scroll called "Milky Way".

"Did you know that I used to be a tutor at the Royal High School of Magic for a year, where there were many outcasts who were suffering from unsatisfactory life in a class called the 'Special Recruitment Class'. But I know in my heart that they are all wonderful students, just like you, gentle, considerate, and doing their best for the vision in their hearts, but the world is not fair to everyone. It's always a regret that I didn't finish that class, so ......"

"I will, I'll be there as a mentor. ”

The young man spoke for the first time, and a hoarse voice ran through his throat and drifted through the cold.

The woman smiled, and the spring breeze blew away the snow.

"Fool, you don't know magic, how can you go to the Academy of Magic to be a tutor?find a way to go to school there, and if possible, help those students......"

The woman handed the staff in her hand to the young man, the last of her strength.

The young man nodded, stretched out his already unconscious hand, and took the staff.

He felt the warmth coming from the staff, her temperature.

How warm it is......

The woman closed her eyes with peace of mind, and happiness never left, wandering on her young and beautiful face, accompanying her into eternal sleep.

The young man bowed his head.

The snowflakes falling in the air seemed to be more and more wanton, falling and falling, falling on his dark hair.

The snow was white, dyeing his hair white and his heart white.

The whiteness that spreads from the roots of the hair is chilling.

His body trembled, then regained his composure.

Black fighting qi from the Nine Shadows gushed out, enveloping his body, raging wildly. It's just that the black that surrounds his hands seems so gentle, quietly brushing over his beautiful face, as if he is afraid of waking someone from a sweet dream.

"Look, General Feng, what's that?"

The adjutant's astonished voice sounded beside him, and von Kármán opened his eyes in disbelief, his much older face in disbelief.

Above the vast snowy field, a black flame from the netherworld ignited, like the scythe of death brutally swept across the earth.

On that day, on the battlefield between the Montgolia Empire and the Macedonian Empire, a faint black flame was raised, and the mysterious white-haired sword master was like a sharp sword, piercing the defense line on the snowfield.

The hearts of all Montgorian warriors left that indelible white flash, and when that little white light of the morning light appeared on the horizon, the horn of retreat would surely sound.

Even though the power of the Black Flame was terrifying, the first appearance of that white streamer was their true nightmare.

The legend of the "White Light Sword Master" began to spread on the battlefield.

Two years later, the war finally ended.

In the year 9422 of the Westin calendar, this unwon war officially came to an end when the king of the Montgolian Empire went to Virginina, the capital of Macedonia, to sign the "Virgina Peace Treaty".

Originally, the existence of the "ultimate power" between the two empires, the Sword Saint and the Law Saint, had always maintained a tacit balance, and the appearance of the White Light Sword Saint broke this balance.

On the battlefield of the Battle of the Snow Plains, the Montgolia Empire sacrificed the mage legion that had been hidden, and the counterattack horn that was about to be blown was completely destroyed by the sudden appearance of the Juggernaut. In the face of the enemy's natural geographical advantage, the Macedonian army, which could no longer resist the bitter cold, was also unable to continue the pursuit. The war was over, leaving nothing but devastation.

In the territory of the Macedonian Empire, in a remote mountain forest.

There was a crackling sound in front of the dilapidated log cabin.

With a "bang", a figure flew by and fell heavily on the dirt.

"Boy, you're still far from it. ”

An old man walked up to the young man who had fallen to the ground with his hands behind his back.

"Old man, what if you just talk about it? Won't you have a little affection? I know that I can't beat you. ”

Caesar rubbed his shoulders and dusted off his gray hair.

"Heh, White Light Sword Saint, what a big name. ”

"What White Light Sword Master?"

Caesar pursed his lips helplessly and looked at Apollonius, who was already over half a hundred years old in front of him.

It's been twelve years since they first met.

Apollonius looked at Caesar, who had grown into a gentleman in front of him, and his heart was also full of emotion.

The child who was saved from Odelisis back then, with the talent he got from the dragon, accompanied by the baptism of the battlefield, has now reached the same height as himself at such an age.

This has to be impressive.

"You are already twenty years old, and you have successfully overcome the experience of war, and how you will live your life after that depends on yourself. ”

Apollonius sighed, looking at the white clouds in the sky lazily drifting by, with a trace of reluctance in his heart.

However, he knew that "the golden scales are not things in the pool, and they will turn into dragons when they encounter wind and clouds", and the time of parting has finally come.

"What do you want to do next?"

Calming down the turmoil in his heart, Apollonius looked at Caesar who got up from the ground and asked lightly.

Caesar looked at him and turned silent.

After a long time, a calm voice came, and with the breeze in the mountain forest, it kept drifting and drifting far away:

"I want to study magic at the Royal High School of Magic!"