Valhalla, in the corridor near the arsenal, the Soul Breaker Blade and the Soul Killing Spear were separated by a distance of more than ten meters, one firmly nailed to the wall, and the other lay quietly on the ground.

The Soul-Slaying Spear emitted a faint but ominous tremble, intermittently.

But the two who should have noticed this, neither of them had the time or energy to glance at the weapon.

Their battlefield had long since moved from the corridors to other places.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a large wooden door was slammed open!

In the darkness, two figures swooped into the room.

It's an arsenal of weapons with wide shelves covered with layers of thick cloth, and a wide variety of equipment that preserves everything from swords and maces to shields and armor.

It is a special reserve set up by the Whiteblade Guards in Valhalla - the Valhalla palace guards trained according to the standard equipment, but they are far from using so many different types of weapons.

In the darkness, the calm Nicolas rolled around, following his memory, and stretched out his hand to the nearest storage shelf!

Listening to the voice behind him, he knew that the other party would not hesitate.

Just like I don't hesitate.

In the next second, Nicolai suddenly turned around in the dim vision, the weapon in his hand flying in the air.

"Ding!"

Sure enough, Nicollet felt a blow on his hand: his weapon was in an artificial obstacle.

In this sudden weapon collision, he and the enemy both shook slightly, and Qi Qi used the strength of the shock to retreat in the darkness again and again.

Nicolai retreated to the wall, found the place he remembered, and flipped his weapon back with a clever flip, sparking a spark on an iron frame, and the eternal oil on the rack quickly turned into flames, igniting the wood in the brazier.

Opposite him, with a soft sound, the enemy also ignited the brazier in the corner with the flint next to him.

The dimly lit arsenal suddenly brightened.

Kaslan stared at the one-sided battle axe in Nicolai's hand.

"Looks like you're thinking the same thing," Caslan said, waving a broad-bladed sword he had just arrived, "during the fight, look for the closest weapon to you." ”

Nicolaine pursed his lips and did not answer.

Of course.

This is one of the guidelines of the White Guards.

Back then, the person who taught me this......

Nicolai didn't speak, he lowered his eyes, his hands gripping the handles, the blades of his axe back and forth in front of him, expertly slicing an "X" shaped trajectory.

Kaslan smiled.

As is customary, when a new Grand Duke of Exeter becomes a co-king, he has the right to take over the iconic "White-Bladed Legend" and form a special guard that the Northlanders are proud of—the long-established and high-ranking White-Bladed Guard, to demonstrate the honor and importance of being a king.

The White Guards are the best of the most experienced warriors, such as the standing army trained three times a year, and then retrained, and in the process, they will be reborn as elite soldiers who can not only recognize the battlefield and direct battle, but also fight to the death: they are not only the king's bodyguards, but also his blades.

And each edition of the White Blade Guards is full of the personal characteristics of the commander, such as the "earth-shaking" Kaslan Rumba, based on his own example, requiring the White Blade Guards to master the use of almost every battlefield weapon.

That's why there is this arsenal, which stores almost every weapon of every era.

"You've regressed in your eye for assessing combat," Caslan raised his gaze from the opponent's weapon, "You know, the attack is monotonous, the slashing is sluggish, and I don't have heavy armor - the battle axe is really not a good choice." ”

He was answered by Nicolai's merciless axe.

Nonsense.

I can't see anything clearly, of course, it's what I caught.

"Peng!"

Kaslan slashed away from his opponent's slash, and his broadblade slashed backhand, but was blocked by Nikolai's instantaneous change of direction.

Nicolas took two steps back, annoyed.

No way.

The broadblade sword is open on both sides and has a nimble attack, and as long as he hits back with a backhand, I have to spend some finishing power to defend.

Thinking of this, Nicollet did not hesitate to shake his hands, and the tomahawk flew away from his hands and flew towards the enemy.

Kaslan picked at his opponent's throwing axe, but by the time he looked up again, a light, even, one-handed stabbing sword had already reached Nicolai's hand from a weapon rack not far away.

"Good choice. ”

Kaslan only had time to pop out these two words, and Nicolai used his finishing power to turn into a slash, stab, and slash, and there was almost no room for the turn in between!

Between a few rounds, around the gap between the two-way slashes of the broad-edged sword, the stabbing sword deftly attacked back and forth, combining slashes and stabs, and the attack on Kaslan was quite embarrassing.

In the final blow, Kaslan struggled to bounce off Nicolai's slash, but was forced to roll on the ground by the opponent's change of tactics again, and at the same time hooked down a row of weapon racks to block Nicolai's advance.

With the clanging of countless weapons falling to the ground, Nicola had to stop and adjust his breathing.

"You're already wounded, not light," Nikolai kicked away the row of racks that blocked the way, shaking the stabbing sword in his hand, "You can't catch a slightly more agile move?"

"Good job," Caslan spat out the dust from his mouth and threw away the broadblade in his hand, "just ......"

"You seem to have a wound on your leg as well," he said lightly, grabbing the handle of a new weapon from the ground with his right hand.

"I guess, it's probably not very convenient to dodge?"

Looking at the new weapon in Kaslan's hand, Nicolai suddenly changed color!

With a loud clatter, the three chains attached to Kaslan's handle were slowly straightened, bringing out three metal balls full of spikes at the ends.

Nicolai didn't hesitate, instantly shook off the sword in his hand, turned around and fled!

Sure enough, the next moment, three terrifying flails slashed through the air in three arcs and smashed into Nicolai's original position.

"Bang!"

Nicolas knew that Kaslan had found his weakness at the moment.

Multi-headed flail.

This weapon, with a hammer attached to the long handle, is a veritable battlefield weapon, not only so powerful that it can break bones and tendons if you rub it casually—but also because when you wield it, as many comrades die under it as there are enemies.

If in normal times, dodging it is just easy, but now ......

Nicolai gritted his teeth and endured the pain from the arrow wound in his leg, but he heard the wind behind his ears.

The Meteorite doesn't want to think about it, just roll on the spot!

Stone chips stirred up by the head of a flail bounced into the back of Nicolai's head.

Nicolas scrambled to his feet and continued to run.

"Bang!" Kaslan slammed another skillful flail, his chained flail brushing the rack of weapons beside Nicolai, sweeping it into three pieces.

Broken blades strewn in the air.

Nicolas flashed a falling dagger.

But he knew he couldn't stop until he ......

Escaping Kaslan's attack, Nicolai turned a stone pillar and finally found what he was looking for.

The next moment, Kaslan threw out the flail again!

But then his pupils shrank—and Nicolai threw himself to the ground, and by the time he got up, he had a long weapon in his hand.

The Starfall turned back to Kaslan!

"Bell!"

An iron chain in the air was wrapped around an iron rod that suddenly appeared!

Nicolas jerked back the long handle in his hand.

With the sound of metal, the chain looped around the iron rod twice, and then stopped moving—the head of the flail was tightly locked to the axe design on top of the iron rod.

Kaslan's heart tightened.

In Nicolai's hand was an intricate axe.

The protruding tip of the axe, the shape of the blade, and the specially made hook were all forged specifically for the cavalry - as long as the strength and skill were sufficient, the infantry could easily hook the cavalry off their horses with this long weapon.

And now, it locks its own shackles perfectly.

Nicolai gasped and felt his body tired—even as strong as he was, after hours of intense fighting, he was tired enough.

Fortunately, the other party is the same.

He didn't pause, his right hand stretched back, and the axe in his hand with a chain flail stabbed at Kaslan expertly!

Kaslan embarrassed to let go of his locked shackles—this time it was his turn to stagger away from Nicolai's erratic, ever-changing axe.

"No!"

The axe knocked down a row of bows at Caslan's side, and the unwound longbow fell to the ground.

Kaslan didn't stop, his face was serious, and he continued to roll in a circle, dodging Nicolai's long weapon sweep.

Nicolai clenched the weapon in his hand and slashed out with his halberd without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Kaslan made a sliding tackle, dodging the attack, and kicked down a weapon rack, the weapons on which fell with a clatter.

The old man grabbed three or four weapons under his left armpit, and then ran seven or eight steps before turning to face him again.

Seeing the weapon in Kaslan's hand clearly, Nikolai's heart flashed with alarm!

I saw the old man stretch out his right hand and pull out an obsolete weapon from his left arm that had long disappeared from the battlefield.

Javelin.

Kaslan raised his javelin sternly and pulled his right arm apart.

"Whoosh!"

Javelins out of hand.

At that moment, Nicolas didn't care about sending the axe in his hand, and his short body was a shrunken head!

"Khooth!"

The galloping javelin, with the sound of whistling wind, grazed Nicolai's newly drooping head and slammed into the stone bricks behind him.

Nicolas couldn't help but feel a chill on the top of his head, and he decisively threw down his axe.

But in the next second, there were two more "whoosh" whistles!

Nicolas used all his strength to avoid the target **** and the two javelins in his head, but the arrow wound in his leg began to hurt again.

The Meteorite shrank back to a stone pillar, and as soon as he dodged, a javelin flew far away and pierced into his position.

Nicolai gasped against the pillar, anxiously searching for a new weapon, cursing in his heart.

As the White Blade Guard brought out by Kaslan, no one knows Kaslan's horror better than him.

Kaslan's strength and reflexes are terrifying, which has earned him the nickname "Shaking the Earth".

But the old commander's stunt is still in his mastery of the use and characteristics of almost every weapon, and the blade he grabs on the battlefield can be turned into a peerless killing tool.

For example, now...... Broad-edged swords, chains, and javelins, every time he changed his weapons, his pressure increased dramatically, but the Meteorite could only deal with it passively.

There was a noise behind the stone pillar - Kaslan picked up a bundle of javelins again, tearing open the seals.

"You have wasted many of your skills, thorns," Caslan's voice came through the stone pillar, "as you can tell from the weapons you have chosen—have you forgotten all the things I have taught?"

"As a White Guard, it is ...... to understand the characteristics of each weapon"

Nicolais, leaning against the stone pillar, gritted his teeth.

Anger and anguish rose from his breast.

"Why?" he interrupted, struggling.

"What, why?" said Kaslan's voice.

Nicolas gasped, clenched his fists.

"You damn bastard, you've been ...... since now" The Starfall gritted his teeth, "What the fuck are you doing with so many things about the past?"

He roared, "Do you think we're still training on the training ground like we used to?"

"Betrayer!"

The old man behind the stone pillar fell silent.

"It's you," Nicolai cried out in pain, "it's you who have turned us from conscripts who only know how to fight for food and clothing, for money, for face, for honor, and for promotion, to the White Guards......"

Nicolas closed his eyes tightly, only to feel the blood rushing from every vein: "Back then, you were whipping and telling me those words......"

In the next second, he grabbed the javelin that was stuck at his feet and suddenly dodged out from behind the stone pillar—

"Are they all fake!"

Two javelins, thrown from the hands of two people towards each other!

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Kaslan's javelin grazed Nicolai's calf, cutting through the leather armor on his leg and bringing out blood.

Nicolas rolled over again and ducked behind another stone pillar.

He touched his calf, and it was wet.

But he didn't have time to take care of it.

Silent.

"Looking at the way you just looked, I thought you just wanted to kill me," At the other end of the stone pillar, Kaslan, with a mournful expression, looked at the still trembling javelin beside him and wiped the wound on the outside of his forearm: "You'll never ask." ”

"A commander always thinks one step more and one less step back than his subordinates on the battlefield," Nicolai couldn't stand it anymore: "Didn't you tell me?"

"You tell me how to be a qualified commander......"

"To become a strong shield, an iron wall, a battle flag that comrades on the battlefield can rely on......"

"But what about you?" said the Meteorite with emotion, his face contorted and furious, "What about your sword oath?"

"Defend against a strong enemy, fight a hundred battles first, until the blood is shed," Nikolai said tremblingly, "inherit hope, bloom with glory, until all things sleep forever......"

"Where is your blood?"

"Where's your glory?"

"Boss!"

Nicola's roar shook Kaslan's heart!

There was a long silence in the arsenal.

Only the respite of the two remained, one intense and the other unstable.

Finally, the old man spoke slowly.

"Thorn, it's tiring to be a commander. ”

Nicolas for a meal.

Kaslan lowered his eyelids and spoke softly:

"It's been nearly twenty years, Your Majesty Nunn, how much darkness have you borne and how many secrets have you carried?"

"How many things in it will make you feel guilty, can't sleep at night, have heavy shoulders, but can't speak?"

The Starfall gritted his teeth and didn't answer.

But his heart was filled with unspeakable sourness.

Kaslan said silently: "And you can only continue to train your subordinates with a righteous face in the next day's training, and be a loyal, glorious, upright, and heroic white-bladed guard." ”

"I know, I know from my heart," Kaslan said bitterly.

"That's right, as one of His Majesty's most trusted people, the most powerful captain of the personal guard by his side, and the commander of the White Blade Guard, the world will always remember your heroic appearance on the battlefield and your mighty ...... beside the king."

"But behind the glamorous exterior......"

"There's always something you can't escape. ”

Nicolas only frowned, his hands trembling slightly.

"Nunn and I grew up together, like brothers—far better than I did with Holt," Caslan sighed slightly, drawing the javelins in his hand one by one, lining them up in front of him for easy access: "More than thirty years ago, when I sat in the Finishing Tower, faced with the Inheritor Test Letter from my teacher and the invitation from the new King Nunn to the White Guard, I didn't hesitate to choose the latter. ”

"I still remember the day I went to Longxiao City to take up my post," the old man said silently: "Nunn, who has just become the king of Gongju, with snowflakes all over his body, took me to stand on the cliff in the sky, overlooking the entire Longxiao City. ”

"'Kaslan,' said His Majesty," said Caslan bitterly, "'If I want to change Exeter, change the country......'"

Nicolai was shocked!

"'I want to change this great ...... that is as old as it used to be, and change this country that has not advanced an inch for more than 600 years."

"Will you help me?"

"I didn't hesitate," Kaslan let out a long sigh, "but I never realized what kind of path it was. ”

(End of chapter)