The stars fell, and the white roses fluttered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

- Prophecy on the Wall of Vesu

The blood-like remnant sun shrouded the dusk sky, and the magma-colored sky made the towering peaks of the Coast Mountains in the distance even more majestic, as if even the peaks had been replaced with a gorgeous orange-red cloak. At the foot of the Coast Mountains, there seems to be a trail that runs through a dense and dark forest below. That path was the Hanxia Post Road, a trade route from the Hanxia Pass to the Western Kingdoms.

It once flourished, but now it is in disarray. The eerie woods and thorny bushes on both sides gradually encroached on the space that once belonged to this trade route. The sharp branches of the trees pierced the sky above the road roughly, leaving only a glimmer of sunset in the sky.

But withering does not mean dead silence. A heavily armed procession was escorting many items obscured by linen as they moved cautiously along the trade route.

They were all dressed in iron armor, which reflected a faint glow in the afterglow of the setting sun. Each soldier held a standard sword in his hand. And every pair of eyes under the leather helmet stared cautiously around. But this caution is not the murderous aura that guards should have. Rather, it is filled with fear of the depths of the surrounding forest.

The wooden axle creaked under the weight of the load, and the slightly harsh sound was like a ringing sound through the forest, invisibly piercing the hearts of each of the guards, releasing the fear they had suppressed in their hearts.

Actually, these convoy guards are not wrong to be worried.

Because at this time, the left eye of the captain of the Menice garrison, "Scar-Eyed" Lande, who was as resolute and cold as an eagle, was staring at the armed convoy on the road with chilling eyes.

And behind "Scar-Eyed" Ronde is the countless Menice garrison militia ambushed in this dark forest. They were like wolves waiting for an opportunity to move, staring at the armed convoy slowly entering the ambush circle. The long swords in their hands are like the fangs of these wild wolves, and the gaps in the blades of the long swords are like barbs in their teeth, announcing their experience of battle and murder.

"Kill! for Idris! Kill the demons!"

With the order of the captain of the Menice garrison, "Scar-Eye" Land, fifty Menice militiamen lying in ambush on both sides of the road let out an earth-shattering battle cry. Against the backdrop of the red glow of dusk and the blood-colored sunset, they rushed out like a hungry wolf that had been hungry for a long time, and killed the armed transport team.

At this time, the ambushed guards were like frightened birds, and they immediately panicked. Their first reaction was not to fight, but to be frightened and wail like terminally ill patients.

But before they could stabilize, one of the soldiers of the garrison who rushed to the front had already stabbed his cold blade into the belly of one of the guards. In an instant, the blood was like a gushing geothermal fountain, and the warm waves of blood were sprinkled all over the cold blades and the grim eyes of the soldiers of the garrison.

A proud sneer appeared on his lips, and he watched with contempt as the light of life vanished into the eyes of the guard in front of him.

After the first drop of blood, the other garrison soldiers rushed over. Their cold eyes stared at the ambushed weaklings in front of them, the hands that did not tremble or cowardly to control the chilling blades of the people. Now only blood can warm their cold. This is the desire to kill.

One of the guards reacted, and let out a daring battle cry. Prepare to draw your blade and fight to the death. But after a "bang", he was deprived of the right to resist.

He just felt a chill in his right shoulder. The man turned his head in amazement and stunned, only to see that his hand holding the sword had been cut off to the ground. And the huge wound on his right shoulder was like the bloody mouth of an evil dragon, spitting out the gushing blood, cruelly devouring and depriving himself of life.

"Poof!" again. Before the guard could react to the pain of losing his right arm, the merciless blade had already severed his head.

His head rolled to the side with a "grunt", and with a "bang" it hit the wheel and stopped. His look of horror and fear remained forever on the severed head.

And when one of the guards hiding under the cart saw the frightened expression of the head, he screamed in fright. And then, a soldier of the garrison also spotted the guard hiding under the car, and without hesitation, he leaned over with a cold and cruel sword......

"Boom!

The red blood splashed everywhere was like a bunch of blooming flowers against the backdrop of the setting sun. Ignited by the icy blade, a grand killing feast was performed.

The resistance they encountered was only sporadic and it seemed that everything had settled. But at one end of the battlefield, there was the sound of steel clashing fiercely. And here, the screams of pain of the soldiers of the garrison were constantly heard.

So after dealing with the guards in front of them, the soldiers of the garrison began to concentrate on that side. But when the garrison arrived here, the scene in front of them discouraged them and lost the murderous aura they had just had.

They saw a guard in front of them holding a weapon to protect a man in leather armor with a metal pattern embedded in it. It seems that this man in fine leather armor is the leader of this transport team.

The young guard, dressed in plain cloth, had a calm and majestic look on his face, and did not seem to be as timid and flustered as his other companions.

Instead, he held a flaming standard sword in his left hand and a broken sword in his right hand, and launched a fierce counterattack against the soldiers of the Menice garrison in front of him. His wielded sword of fire, like a tongue of dragon flame, forced back a dozen of the soldiers of the garrison. And between them, countless guards fell to the ground with fire swords, wailing in pain.

The guards who had thought that these guards were vulnerable were helpless at this time, and the huge deterrent effect of the powerful magic made them fear in their hearts and stopped moving.

After all, it was the first time they had seen such a warrior who could combine magic and swordsmanship. This warrior was given a name: Battle Mage. They are rumored to belong to a legendary and mysterious legion: the Legion of Mages of Mihirington. Also known as the "Iris" legion.

The magical kingdom of Mihirington, they are a realm of pure magic, built on the shores of the sacred lake, and there is no way for ordinary people to enter that realm. For only those whom they have chosen to call can enter and live and study. And the content of learning is ancient and powerful wisdom - magic.

Just when they couldn't hold each other, there was a shout. A man dragged a two-handed giant sword, and an arrow stepped upward, rushing out of the crowd of the garrison. This was followed by a domineering giant sword slash. Although the greatsword was unpretentious, the blade was engraved with a gilded sun shield insignia. And the force of this slash is that even a one-meter-thick bluestone was also split into two petals.

And seeing this domineering and heavy giant sword, the soldiers of the garrison knew that this person was the captain "Scareye" Ronde.

Scar-Eye's domineering blade of Ronde's sword swept the strong wind and struck the guard's shoulder. The powerful sword wind made the surrounding air seem to be disturbed, and countless turbulent current-catalyzed whirlwinds formed around "Scareye" Rank. With this swing, it was as if a giant dragon had swung its wings to cover the sky and soar into the air, and the earth seemed to be swept up into the sky.

"Black Dragon Slash!" a garrison soldier exclaimed. No one thought that the captain "Scar-Eye" Ronde would actually sacrifice his own nirvana.

"Scar-Eye" Rond was once one of the 12 major knights of the Holy Shield Knights 19 years ago, a resolute knight commander, a hero who resisted the invasion of the demon army. And this black dragon slash was the last blow he used when he swept the battlefield and killed the demon general "Blood Lion" Fargut.

It is rumored that this trick was taught to Ronde by the Black Dragon Asa of Order when he was a young man. The attack power of this move has reached the terrifying A-level energy level. So far, in the human world, there are only eighteen known recorded A-rank warriors, most of whom are the commanders of the three armies or the strongest generals of the major kingdoms. This means that this move can only be resisted by a few dozen people in the entire continent.

But the guard also seems to have been through a lot of battles. With battlefield intuition, he instantly sensed a huge murderous aura on one side.

With a wave of the broken sword in his left hand, the blade flashed with a dazzling white light magic. The powerful white light made all the soldiers present unable to open their eyes. All they heard was a loud eagle roar, and they vaguely seemed to see a magical eagle composed of white light attacking Scar-Eyed Ronde. It was as if it was like a giant ballista, rushing towards Ronde with a thunderous momentum.

Suddenly, Scar-Eye's powerful giant sword slash collided violently with the guard's powerful white eagle magic, making a loud noise.

"Boom!" sounded, accompanied by a violent tremor of the earth, and a huge amount of light and smoke surrounded the battlefield where the two faced off.

The white light and smoke cleared after the coughing of some of the surrounding soldiers. All they saw was Scar-Eyed Ronde standing there, looking majestically into the distance.

Although "Scar-Eyed" Ronde disfigured his right eye and the right half of his face with a single knife because of the war, a long scar ran through the right side of his face. But his remaining left eye still exuded the heroism and intimidation of a lion. And this scar only made his guards more frightened and afraid.

The soldiers looked in the direction where "Scar-Eyed" Round was looking, only to see a ride in the distance. It seems that the young escort who used the fire sword and the broken sword just now took advantage of the smoke from the duel, grabbed a horse and ran away.

All that was left on the ground was the ordinary standard longsword he had used before. However, the blade of this longsword no longer burns, and it is only stained with blood......

Aside from this vignette, there is no suspense in the fight. The Menice militia ambushed the armed convoy with a leisurely wait, and even a group of slave soldiers could win.

Looking at the victorious battle that had entered the final stage in front of him, Captain "Scar-Eye" Ronde's face with a war scar did not look very happy. Because there were guards who escaped, for him, the former knight leader of the Holy Shield Knights, as long as there was a battle in which the guards escaped, it was not called killing at all.

An emaciated young militiaman ran up to him dancing and shouted with triumphant joy: "Captain, the closing stages are over, and we have won again." This is already the 5th victory this month, and it is really the month of April blessed by the god of love, singing the praises of Veronica, the god of love. The demons are really beyond their strength, it seems that the big defeat 19 years ago, they haven't learned their lesson, it's really a rabble, how can it be as terrifying and ...... as everyone says"

Suddenly, "Scar-Eyed" Ronde's left eye, the only one he could see, instantly glanced at a sharp look. It was as if an ice arrow had struck the young militiaman. The nagging young militiaman hurriedly took a step back in fright, then lowered his head, not daring to say more.

The two were silent for 5 seconds. It was only five seconds, but the silence was like a cold snap that made the young militiaman feel as if he had spent the day.

And "Scar-Eyed" Ronde just coldly watched the blood-red remnant sun on the distant plain slowly fall, as if he was full of boredom.

"How many killed. "Scar-Eye," Ronde tossed out coldly and lowly.

The young militiaman hurriedly said, "Kill ...... Kill 48, only ...... Only the demon leader and the demon guard who guarded him escaped, but that's not the point, and you shouldn't care about the ....... ”

Seeing that the corners of "Scar-Eyed" Land's mouth twitched slightly, the young militiaman hurriedly stopped his words, for fear that his words would offend the uncertain boss again.

After hearing the answer, Ronde suddenly stepped on his feet. Hearing only a "click", accompanied by a low, painful voice of a creature, Round straightened up, and then said coldly, "Now there are forty-nine." ”

After saying that, he withdrew his feet and walked away. And the young militiaman looked down and realized that the leader had been trampled under Ronde's feet.

It turned out that "Scar-Eyed" Ronde didn't have a tie with the guard. Instead, he took the leader of the convoy and captured the leader alive, and the guard just escaped by chance.

But just a few seconds ago, Round had turned the captive leader into a dead corpse.

A young soldier on the side, who was packing up his trophies, said to his companion beside him, "I thought the guard and our captain were tied." I didn't expect that guard to abandon his leader and clamp down on our captain. Then he took the opportunity to run away. ”

At this point, his companion agreed, and sneered, "That's it." It is estimated that he just threw his partner behind him in front of our captain, and then fled while the captain was distracted. He still has some ability, but I didn't expect to be so selfish and honorless, it's really a shame. Wasted that swordsmanship. ”

Hearing this, Ronde coughed solemnly a few times, and then all the militia immediately stood upright. Round said angrily, "What are you taking?"

Then the militiamen hurriedly gave up all the booty, and no one talked about the fleeing convoy escort anymore. They followed Round into the dark and gloomy forest at one point. And the darkness of the forest obscured their tracks.

At this time, the sunset had already set, and the blood-red sunset, like the bloodstains of this killing, gradually faded and turned black. The path was once again dead and silent, and only the wailing of owls remained......