Act 180 The Battle of the White Lion III

Time is like a creeping ghost in the forest, passing by quietly minute by minute. (

"Sister, where is this place?"

Yuta's eyes widened in horror, and she realized that what she held in her hand was not a sharp sword, but a hand as soft as bone. The owner of the hand was looking at her with his head tilted. His green eyes were like clear springs in the forest, and his black hair Wearing a shawl, wearing white clothes and barefoot, with bare feet stepping on the thick green moss, she looks like an elf in the forest.

"elder sister"

"Otis"

"This is……"

The nightmare memories of ten years ago came back to me.

"No, Otis, don't stop, run!"

Yuta suddenly felt that his hand was empty, and his sister disappeared like a reflection in the water, replaced by a bright narrow light in the darkness - that was the edge of the sword blade. The illusion in front of her made her shiver, and she subconsciously raised the white lion sword in her hand, "When-", the two swords connected, sparks flew everywhere, and Yuta took a step back unprepared.

Knight Cruz, who was covered in armor on the opposite side, was also slightly startled. A confused voice came from under the metal visor: "White Lion Saber...Eruin"

He actually got distracted.

Jutta broke out in a cold sweat. She never thought that she would make such a fatal mistake in the battle. Although she had been exhausted physically and mentally from repeated battles, and it was said that people can see everything in the past again before they die. Could this be the case? It's a sign of death

She breathed heavily——

Seven or eight sharp swords stabbed at her. When she was in the best condition, even facing one of them, she had to go all out, let alone now.

The forest burned in the darkness...

Knights wearing white robes and with the sun emblem tattooed on their chests burst out of the darkness, and the hateful slave traders fell to death under the shining swords in their hands. But there were also panicked slaves who fell under the hooves of their horses - the knights showed no mercy and trampled over these mountain people and Senians. The sound of fire burning with the wind, the sound of buildings collapsing, roars, and cries There was a chorus of shouts.

She and her sister, who was also half-dressed, hid shivering under a dilapidated tent. The tent was filled with the stench of feces and urine, but she sincerely wished she could hide in this small space forever.

The dancing shadows in the darkness recede,

Through the tent, you can see the flash of swords and the splatter of blood.

A long sword finally found an opportunity to break through her defense. The sword stabbed her shoulder, and red blood spurted out. The severe pain made Yuta feel that the scene in front of her seemed to overlap with the scene decades ago. , seven or eight knights surrounded her, the swords in their hands flashed with cold light, and their eyes were alert. Not giving her any chance to die together.

Then she felt another sword hit in her lower abdomen, and her strength seemed to disappear with it. She was half-kneeling on the ground, swaying, and the Cruz knights surrounding her were like wolves waiting for an opportunity in the forest.

It was the Wolf, that summer night in the Stag Forest in Prague.

The wolves whined low. Her red eyes were buried in the dark night, and she protected her sister Otis with one hand. Her whole body was covered with injuries, and the pain seemed to have paralyzed her nerves. One of her eyes was also covered in blood, but she still stared at the beasts fiercely, more fiercely than any of them.

During the long escape life, it seemed like he would die every moment. But every time, I miraculously survived because I couldn't give up, for my sister.

"Your name is Ovitia, little girl. You are a mountaineer, right?"

"This is my grandson. His name is Brando."

"No, there are things in you that he will never have. People who live a good life cannot understand these things-"

"You want to learn the sword from me?" the old man smiled: "I'm afraid not, but I can recommend you to a place where that person might protect you for my sake."

But my sister still died.

Because I am too capable.

Even after so many years, he still couldn't protect her.

Juta couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes. The tears dispersed the blood and flowed down her cheeks like a stream mixed with blood. She hates those who have brought all this injustice to the world, hates those nobles who push evil behind the scenes, hates everyone's indifference, hates everything that is old, but she can do something about it, Otis Her death seems to be inevitable. She is both trying to change and resisting.

Even though she often gritted her teeth and cursed, she didn't know in her heart whether she was cursing her own weakness or those who had caused all this.

A Cruz knight walked up to her, his metal armor creaking, and he raised his sword.

Become a knight.

Already a member of the nobility.

But what to fight for

Is everything that the lord and the princess are changing really the world that my sister wants?

Facing the sword that shone with cold light, Yuta was at a loss for a moment.

…

"Eruin"

When he heard the name, Sir Marjorie also felt horrified: "How could they be here? They are not in Fatan Port. It is more than a hundred miles away from here. Have their spies already arranged to come to this place? Do they know about it?" What"

He asked a series of questions in succession.

Obviously, the knights who were summoned could not answer these questions, or even answer any of them. They were equally surprised. They originally thought that those were the armies of the northern nobles, or the troops of the Mosaic and Leaf Territory. This answer was beyond beyond their expectations.

What's more, why are these Eruin people so strong? The combat effectiveness of this scout cavalry has exceeded their most optimistic estimates of that weak country in the past. Even their knights on the plateau can't resist Bai Zhizhi. Legion, not to mention the pace of the more elite White Knights.

There were less than ten of them.

Where did this Eruin army come from, and who were they? Several questions emerged from Ma Ruoli's mind.

"Have you seen their emblem clearly? They are really Eruin people."

"Yes, sir, that is the white lion emblem."

"White Lion Army" Majori shook his head in disbelief: "No, although the intelligence said that there are indeed soldiers of the White Lion Army among the Eruin people staying in Port Fatan, and the White Lion Army is indeed Eru The most powerful legion because of its people. But it is far from reaching this level. This must be a maze created by the Yankees, or simply a disguise by the Bugas, unless..."

An idea suddenly emerged from his mind uncontrollably.

"Unless something, my lord"

"Unless that's another army." Marjorie asked somewhat seriously: "Are you sure that is the white lion emblem, the white lion emblem of the Eruin people?"

"I was about to talk about this. My lord, that emblem is somewhat different from the white lion emblem we have learned. It has a broken sword on it."

"Broken Sword"

Why is there a broken sword on the White Lion emblem? Ma Ruoli was confused - where did these damn Eruin people come from?

He suddenly felt that something serious was wrong.

No matter who the other party is, there must be some intention for the other party to desperately want to stay in this place. When he thought of the combat effectiveness of the Eruin scout cavalry, he suddenly felt a little scared. The knight captain of the most elite knights in Cruz's first-line army, the White Army, actually felt scared facing an Eruin army. This was really Somewhat ridiculous.

But just think about it. No, as long as the same number of Eruin troops as his knights arrive, he dare not say that he is confident of victory.

When did the Eruin people become so strong?

Or is it that the empire has declined?

Sir Marjorie suddenly felt like crying. As a knight, he was not afraid of dying in battle, but he knew what kind of secret he held in his hands at this moment. This secret must not fall into the hands of the enemy, no matter what the other party was. So is the Yankee who is playing tricks. Or a real Eruin.

He turned around and saw that the gloomy wizard had the same expression. The two of them nodded.

"Prepare an assault, ignore the harassment of the scout cavalry, and crush anyone who dares to block the path of the army. We must pass through this valley before nightfall!"

He pulled out his sword fiercely: "Cruz. Destroy the enemy on sight!"

But this time, there was no sound of a loud promise.

The scene was strangely lonely.

Even Marjorie herself was stuck.

One person and one sword slowly walked out of the forest, their black windbreakers reflecting the silver moonlight. The sword blade in his hand seemed to be singing softly in the night, trembling slightly and entwined with a hazy silver light.

The wind picked up in the forest, and the black wolf ran and howled on the ridge.

…

Walking like a wolf.

For some reason, this sentence actually appeared in Sir Marjorie's mind at this moment.

Once upon a time, the ancient legends of witches were regarded as bedside stories by the world, and no one took them seriously anymore. However, one day the legends will become a reality.

Ma Ruoli never thought that this would be his last thought - a dazzling silver light lit up, and the speed was so fast. He had seen the Grand Master of the Knights draw his sword, but it was nothing more than that, where the sword light broke out. The silver thread spread out. This was the power of the elements. He himself also controlled the power of the elements, but the elements in his body had just begun to resonate with the law when a majestic force had already suppressed them.

The absolute suppression of lower elements by higher elements in the same realm! Ma Ruoli's face changed drastically. Before he had time to regret, a silver light had already passed through his chest. A dignified knight in the elemental realm died in such an inexplicable way. It was not that he didn't want to avoid this fatal blow. Sword, but at that moment he clearly felt that the space around him was fragmented. Every movement he made seemed to have gone through many time backflows, forever frozen in the previous moment, locking him in the eternal position where the sword was struck.

Time and space were like huge shackles, firmly restricting all possibilities of his dodge.

"This is……"

"Time and space..."

Absolute darkness poured into his consciousness, as if falling into a cold abyss. Maroli felt his body falling down from the earthly dragon. In his last vision, he saw the figure of the man running rampant among his men. , the sword light in his hand was like a line dividing everything, cutting the empire's knights into pieces.

Before he closed his eyes, he already knew the other person's identity.

"Count Tonigel."

The wizard in black robes said gloomily, and he was trembling slightly. In less than a quarter of an hour, dozens of knights had already been killed or injured. Only a few of them were killed by the black wolf, and most of them were Death at the hands of the young man in front of him, the gold-level knight with manifested elements had no room for resistance, as if he was killing a chicken.

This person is really scarier than the rumors say.

The opponent's strength should have crossed the side of truth, but he is only so young.

Brando's eyes fell on the battlefield littered with corpses. The knights who besieged Jutta and others in the forest, as well as Marjorie's guards, totaled seventy-one people, including six people who died at the hands of Jutta and others. There should be no fish left unturned, and the guy in front of him should be the last one left alive.

Of course, it is not necessarily true to say that they are alive, because some dead things in this world can also exist openly and openly under the sun.

A pack of black wolves is gathering at the edge of the forest. On the back of the tallest male wolf, sits a young black-haired girl. She is watching everything happening in front of her with great interest. The killings are reflected in her black gem-like pupils. It's like an exquisite game.

Brando glanced in that direction, frowned, and then turned back: "The Necromancer"

The black-robed wizard did not dare to make any mistakes and nodded silently.

"I only have one question. How many undead armies are operating in this area? Are they only going to Wallach?"

These are two questions. The black-robed wizard cursed in his heart, but he never dared to say these words. He could only answer honestly: "Many, some undead have been awakened from the tombs of cultists. There are many like this in this area." Some of the tombs are from Alkhash. Only part of these undead will go to Wallach, and the other part will stay in Wayne. The ancient battlefield in the Alkhash mountainous area is a natural country of the undead, and His Majesty is very interested in it."

"Which Your Majesty?"

"Of course he is 'our' Majesty."

"You are Madara people"

The black-robed wizard felt the murderous aura on Brando's body, and took a step back with some fear: "Lord Earl, I know what you want to do. I can help you sneak into Wayne, but you can't kill me..."

Brando pointed to the distance and said: "Have you seen that woman? Her name is Kou Hua. She is the daughter of Isis. Even if I don't kill you, you can't leave here alive. What's more, although the white lion is not afraid of death, , but the blood will not be shed in vain——"

"No!" The soul fire under the hood of the black-robed wizard suddenly burned brightly. It raised its bone staff and was about to launch a spell that would kill both of them, but before that, a sharp sword had already pierced its body. Chest, passing between the gray-white flames jumping between the ribs.

The shriveled body of the black-robed wizard seemed to have suddenly lost weight and collapsed. The soul fire under its hood flickered brightly and dimly twice. It seemed that even to the end of his life, he could not believe that the young man in front of him knew how to control the undead. The secret is not interesting at all.

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