Thirty years ago, in Babylon, the magnificent city of marble still stands in the Near East, still showing the glory of the Semitic people who ruled the world in the previous generation!

However, Babylon is now in the midst of the most brutal war in 300 years!

No one knows the origin of this war, it seems that it is only due to the competing interests of the politicians, and it seems that it is because the iron-blooded lord of the Bloodrose is in the way of everyone's interests, so the four great families joined forces, under the wise guidance of the great king, to start this event recorded in the history books of later generations as the year of blood!

With the intervention of the High Priest, the great Hannibal Jord, a co-lord who led Babylon from weakness to the point that even the Roman Empire had to face up, fell from the sky, and the oath of the Eagle was resounded. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fourth-order members of the Three Hundred Mountain Eagle Tribe, one by one, held their heads high, and after three minutes of silence for their leader Hannibal, stubbornly rushed towards the coalition army!

"The direction of the blood-colored dandelion fluttering is the place surrounded by mountain eagles, hovering in the blue sky, I only wish my homeland eternal peace!"

The deep voices of the members of the Three Hundred Mountain Eagle Tribes echoed their words of faith, and they rushed to the final end without hesitation.

Turned into earth and returned to the paradise of Eden!

The young child of the Yord family, but the twelve-year-old Locke first watched his father fall from the sky with a sad face, and then he also pulled out the blade in his hand, followed the mountain eagles, and drank the oath of the Blood Rose, step by step, stubbornly forward!

That battle was just a tragedy, and the 34th-order Mountain Eagle Department was all killed after destroying the Qinwang coalition forces in various places.

And the boy of the Yord family, named Locke, stood there with a sword, demented, and his eyes were blank.

The high priest chuckled, then stroked Yord's head and said, "Yord, end here!"

However, the ghosts of the mountain eagles emerge with their unyielding will!

Yord shouldn't end here, the Mountain Eagle is not only three hundred of them, in the western camp, the Mountain Eagle still has thousands of soldiers, and Yord will continue to exist as the Blood Rose that leads the Mountain Eagle!

An ancient oath emerged, and the souls of the dead sang a muffled eulogy, and then, the souls of the members of the Three Hundred and Fourth Order Mountain Eagle Division turned into small points of light one by one, and landed on Locke's body, and a breath comparable to that of a guardian appeared!

And Locke, as if he had gained great faith, raised his head, and his godless eyes once again shone with stubborn brilliance!

Three hundred indistinct black shadows stood behind him, no longer the fourth order, but the third order!

The high priest looked dumbfounded, walked up to Locke and asked, "Would you like to protect Babylon?!"

This is a compromise on the part of the High Priest, and after a great battle, he can no longer afford to fight an existence comparable to a Guardian!

This is also the high priest's respect for the soul of the mountain eagle, and his respect for the belief in the Scarlet Rose!

Locke smiled softly, and the vicissitudes of life that were different from those of his age bloomed on his tender little face: "The direction of the blood-colored dandelion fluttering is the place surrounded by mountain eagles, hovering in the blue sky, I only wish my homeland eternal peace!"

After reverently reciting this sentence of faith of the Blood Rose, Locke raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the high priest: "My homeland is Babylon!"

The High Priest laughed, and then declared the end of the war, and everyone retreated, leaving only corpses and a young Locke in the vast battlefield.

He dragged his sword and walked alone in the direction of home, he wanted to sleep comfortably and wait until he woke up, hoping that it was all just a dream.

If it weren't for a dream, it would be much better to accept these changes when you have enough energy!

Dragging his tired body, in the street not far from the door of Yolde, I saw a man beating a child, a child who was no more than ten years old!

"Damn, stinky boy, dare to steal uncle's bread, see if labor and management don't kill you!" This man changed his cowardice in the war, and when he bullied this child, it was as if he had become the master of the world, like a master!

The child clenched his teeth tightly, and clutched a crumb of bread in his hand, and most of the bread was already in the man's hand!

Locke looked at this scene curiously, but saw that there was an eight or nine-year-old child hiding behind the child.

What about the two kids?!

The man seemed to notice that someone was watching him behind him, and turned around and glared at Locke with a violent face: "Boy, get out, and then watch labor gouge out your eyeballs!"

Locke chuckled, "I don't know what's going on!" But, I know, it's not right for adults to hit children, that's what Hannibal told me, so Hannibal never hit me!"

As he spoke, he approached step by step, holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, but instead of pulling out the blade, he blasted the man away with a punch!

He pulled out the blade in his hand, put the blade in front of the child, and said, "Do you dare to kill him?!"

The child chuckled: "It's okay, I don't hurt, it's not good to kill!"

Locke squatted down, pointed to the kid behind him and said, "Look, his leg is kicked off!"

The older child suddenly turned his head with a look of hideousness!

Locke handed him the sword in his hand: "Kill him, follow me!"

But at this moment, Locke's body shook slightly, he heard the voice of the revenant, and then, he handed the sword to the child whose leg was broken: "Do you dare to kill him?!"

The younger child's eyes were full of hatred, and he grabbed the sword in Locke's hand, climbed up with difficulty, and approached the man who had been deprived of Locke's ability to resist step by step, and slashed down with a sword.

Blood splattered on the child's face, like bright plum blossoms!

With a move of telekinesis in Locke's hand, a sword formed by black mist floated in front of him again, and he said to the older child: "Accept this sword, promise me, only one sword in your life!"

The ignorant child curiously took the blade formed by the black mist, but the blade disappeared without a trace the moment he touched it!

Locke chuckled, "Let's go, you two come with me!"

Locke walked and said, "Well, I have to give you a name, the little one has a murderous face and hatred in his eyes, but even I'm afraid, so I'll call you the abyss!"

"As for you!" Locke looked directly at the child who was still curious about where the black mist sword went, and said, "You call it degenerate, such a kind child, in this dirty era, will only be forced to degenerate little by little!"

"Yes, the abyss, the fall, let's go!"

The two children didn't look at each other, one excitedly grabbing the blade in his hand, and the other staring blankly at his empty hands.

A sword, tangible, a sword, invisible!

Sword bearer, an abyss, a fallen!

Swordsmith, Locke Yord!