After the sun rose the next day, the remnants of the Sixth Southern Army began to appear one after another on the outskirts of Bambrol. Unlike the Kingdom Guard, which was responsible for guarding the front line of the Sword Fort, the Sixth Legion was responsible for defending the plains, just like the one that El had established in Bambrore.

Due to the dispersion of the forces due to the long defensive line, the Sixth Legion was on the verge of collapse in front of the army of the undead. However, for the same reason, the undead forces have not been able to completely encircle and suppress this legion.

It is ironic that the human soldiers, driven by fear, outrun the black knight on a skeletal horse, and the latter is at a loss for the fleeing target.

In order to obtain the latest information, El ordered the deserters of the Sixth Legion to be contained, but fortunately, he had already picked up a remnant of the Sixth Legion on the way, although it was only a small team of less than 100 people, but after all, there was still a complete formation. Letting these soldiers, who have regained their composure, gather their comrades-in-arms should have the effect of doing more with less.

As for the cowards who have already been scared out of their courage and the fools who want to take advantage of the fire, only butcher knives are given to them. Bambrol doesn't need this kind of scum now, and he doesn't have the energy to show mercy, so he simply hacked things to death. In order not to provide materials for the approaching army of the undead, the corpses were also to be gathered up and burned to ashes.

As to whether this would work, El was not sure in his heart. After all, those undead troops on the opposite side have the Lord of Death behind the scenes, and the trick of resurrecting from the dead is by no means uncommon. Even the troops that were once confirmed to be wiped out can crawl out of the pit again, and it's hard to imagine that the Lord of Death has a limit to it.

El is now eagerly anticipating the surprise that Ron brings to him.

Out of a cautious mind, Ron did not reveal the burial place of the paladin in the end, and insisted that he had to retrieve the holy sword alone. Seeing the old gentleman trembling with a cane, El was really afraid that he would fall into a small ravine and never return.

Fortunately, Ron did not disappoint him, the old man's body was much tougher than it looked, and he traveled dozens of miles on a single horse without difficulty, and handed a roll of linen wrapped in the hands of El before sunset.

After ordering his men to disperse the idlers, El and Ron sneaked into the room like thieves, closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and carefully untied the linen.

As soon as the edge of the metal was exposed, a divine light emanated, instantly illuminating the entire room. El now knew why Ron had repeatedly warned him to be cautious, this thing was a natural light source, and if it was placed as conspicuous as a torch in the night, I am afraid that the undead could see clearly on the other side of the horizon.

It is said that the Paladins are fanatics with a tendon in their heads, and in their eyes the world is black and white, and there is no neutral option. They have devoted their lives to the cause of expelling evil and demonstrating justice, never compromising with the evildoers, and never making compromises.

In the past, when he heard this kind of story in the tavern, El would always subconsciously scoff at it, because this world is inherently inherently tolerant and compromised, and if the legendary paladin was really that stubborn, it must be a psychopath with psychological problems.

But when he saw this sword, he couldn't help but change his opinion all along. Perhaps only the kind of neurotic who insists on the belief that justice can save the world will use such a sacred weapon that shines all the time to challenge evil.

The long sword wrapped in linen is made entirely of Titan steel, with ancient inscriptions engraved on the front and back of the streamlined spine and a coating of sacred mythril on the blade, giving it an elegant sense of power at a glance. El picked up the longsword and flipped it in his hand, and found that it was heavier than it looked, and its weight was even less than that of a two-handed heavy sword made of steel.

"The holy sword Ayryth is a sacred weapon handed down from the beginning of the establishment of the Hand of Justice, and the god of justice Tyr himself is infused with divine power and bestowed on his holy warriors to expel evil and defend justice. Ron stared at the light emanating from the sword, a subtle hint of sentimentality flashing in his eyes.

He sighed in his heart and continued, "This holy sword has three blessing magic spells on it: 'Detecting Evil', 'Expelling Filth', and 'The Power of Justice'. You can now see him glowing, indicating that there must be an evil force around him, and it seems that the army of the undead is indeed not far away. ”

"I have a question...... El asked with a little puzzled as he tested the sharpness of the blade with his fingers, "since this is a sacred sword that has been handed down, why did it be buried with its owner back then?"

"Actually...... There is no need to hide it. Ron hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "The holy warrior who died back then was not actually killed in battle, but was corrupted by the power of death and degenerated into a minion of death. It's not a glorious history, it's even a shame for the paladins. The real reason why this holy sword was left here was actually to purify the body of that holy warrior and free his soul. ”

"Why don't you burn his body, as we're doing now?" El asked, confused.

"I don't know the specific reason, those holy warriors originally said that they would come back to retrieve this holy sword in half a year, but this time there was no news, leaving me to wait here for a full twenty years. Ron rubbed his forehead, let out a long sigh and said with a wry smile, "Now that evil is coming, the holy sword should be delivered to the heroes who fight against evil and exert its true power." Only in this way can I live up to the trust of those holy warriors, and I can be regarded as finally free. ”

"Very well, now is the time to use it, I remember you said you could use this sword to make holy water?" El looked reluctant, but carefully placed the sword back on the table, wrapped in linen untouched. Although this holy sword sounded very domineering and cool, it was not quite to his liking.

Or rather, except for paladins and narcissists, no normal person would carry such a light stick around.

No matter how high a weapon's compulsion is, it can't change the outcome of a war. In addition to the lighting, he had to discover the added value of the sword, such as the holy water that Ron had mentioned.

"Placing the Holy Sword in the water for three minutes can transform the clear water into holy water, and the longer the time, the more powerful the effect of the holy water. You can understand it as a piece of ice, put the ice in a water glass, the hot water in the cup will cool down quickly, and it will take more time if you change to a larger cup. ”

As if to see that El didn't know much about it, Ron explained it in great detail.

"Can believers of other gods other than the Paladins of the Hand of Justice drive this sword?" El asked.

"As long as it is a god who belongs to the same camp of order and goodness, it can be used, and if there is a righteous way in your heart, you can gain the approval of the holy sword regardless of your faith. Ron thought for a moment and said in the affirmative.

"That's really...... That's generous. El pursed his lips, turned his head and shouted out the door, "Do you want to try it?

Ron couldn't help but be shocked when he heard El's words, he didn't notice that someone was eavesdropping outside the door. Or when El specially ordered his subordinates to be on guard outside, someone could still approach silently. Listening to El's tone, it doesn't seem like an enemy?

The door was gently pushed open, and Ron saw a girl in a dark blue robe walk in, and without a word, she took the package directly from El's hand. Although the girl wore a veil on her face, there was a faint aura of sacredness in her.

Ron's eyes widened and he held back his breath, he would never forget the familiar feeling of the oppression he had once felt in the paladin, holy and inviolable, enough to make the ignorant bow down.

I don't know if it's the illusion of his old age, Ron feels that the girl in front of him is even more earthly than the paladin he once followed, who is she sacred?

Tiana gave the old man a deep look, then turned her attention to the package in front of her. El may have been sluggish in this regard, and she could clearly feel the divine power hidden within, even through the package.

She took a deep breath and reached out to pull the weight of the longsword Sacred Sword Ayryth from the package, causing the girl's wrist to sink slightly. If it weren't for the gift she had received from Dukan the Savage Walker before, and her delicate body had been strengthened to a certain extent, I am afraid that this sword would have come out of her hand and smashed at her feet.

Rao is such a girl's face also appeared an abnormal flush, the weight of the holy sword was still too heavy for a spellcaster. She subconsciously wanted to let go, but at this moment, a pair of warm hands pressed against the back of her hand, helping her to pull the long sword out little by little.

"Be careful, this sword is particularly sharp. Elxu whispered in her ear as he took the girl's sword-holding hands.

A suspicious flush appeared at the base of the girl's ears, and her body tensed suddenly. Although it was not the first time that he had intimate contact with Eyre, and it was not that he had not been taken advantage of to eat tofu, it was when the two of them were alone. And now there was an elderly elder in the room staring at him with reverent eyes, and the temperature on Tiana's face rose sharply at that moment.

Fortunately, at this time, the holy sword Ainrith bloomed in her hand with a light ten times brighter than just now, almost blocking everyone's sight, making the embarrassment in the girl's heart ease slightly, but then there was surprise.

"This is one of the twelve sacred swords inherited by the Hand of Justice?" Tiana clearly knew a little more about the history of this holy sword than Ron.

"It's going to be a big surprise. El laughed

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