Scene 196 The King and the Sword

The sunshine pouring down on the Temple Square was so bright that it was dazzling, and the spear tip pierced was shining with snow. Haruze held a long sword and stood on the steps of the Fosha Temple with blood all over his body, clenching his teeth. The teeth remain standing. The summer wind blew the long flag on the spire of the temple, the Golden Flame Holy Emblem shone brightly, and the snow-like silver tree petals fluttered and drifted down.

The imperial army is surging into the square, and the White Lion Guard's defensive circle is gradually shrinking.

But never retreat——

"Haruze! Stand up and do it again!" My sister's voice was majestic and gentle, full of irresistible power. She put her soft, cold hands on his forehead, looked into his eyes carefully, and spoke word by word. He suddenly said: "You are the only man in the Corcova family. You have no choice but to shoulder your responsibilities and obligations! You are the king, and your blood should be shed for the Corcova family and the royal family. And flow, flow for the people who promised you.”

"The so-called king is the one who bleeds first——"

Amidst the chaotic shouts of death, the anxious shout of a knight of the White Lion Guard seemed to reach his thoughts from the distant sky: "Your Highness, please retreat to the back... We can no longer defend here. "

The leather ring that bound her hair broke at some point, and her long silver hair flew in the wind. The hair brushed across her blood-stained face, and a smile bloomed on her face that coexisted with determination and tenderness like a princess. Haruze looked down at the bloody knight, smiled slightly and said: "I can't retreat...because we will win soon...I believe the teacher, he will definitely do it."

"Can--"

The long sword pointed forward, the tip of the sword shining a little under the sun.

Haruze slowly flattened the spine of the sword, and his gaze formed a straight line with it. There was an almost sacred solemnity on his slightly childish face: "Yes. Today I am Princess Fusha, and today, I will also Lead you to victory! - Listen carefully. The Cruzes have not had time to deploy before they can take a firm position. Follow me and capture their left flank!"

"Your Highness, please don't take any chances!"

"Why not?" Haruze looked back and replied, pressing one hand to his chest: "Here is the blood of the royal family. It flows for the throne. One day the royal flower will wither and wither, but the stars of the ancient kings will rise slowly. , shining on Eruin for eternity."

These are the claws of the white lion, these are the teeth of the white lion...

This is the Wings of the White Lion. It is the glory of the white lion...

This is the soul of the white lion and the pride of the white lion.

The nervousness on the faces of the young knights turned to something divine,

There is a melody in their hearts that comes from ancient times. It is sad and majestic, but also impassioned. This is the belief passed on to them by Brando and the late king Ek. It seems to be a sustenance that has traveled through distant time and space, allowing people to see everything. The truth and belief behind it.

"Come with me, my knights, I am with you. Fight by your side."

"Your Highness Princess, you are with us, we fight side by side -" the knight's response was low and majestic.

An epic poem is being written on the battlefield. The Eruin people suddenly moved and launched a swift attack. On the square, countless knights of the White Lion Guard cheered like a mountain. They praised and shouted "Long Live the White Lion", "Long Live the Princess" and "Long Live Eruin" towards the arrayed Imperial Guard Infantry. A desperate charge was launched.

They were so excited, yet so indifferent, and so resigned to death, as if what they were about to face was not death, but the supreme glory.

The Cruz people were blinded, and they found that the flashing colors in their enemies' eyes were clearly crazy colors. They rushed into the forest of spears, one after another, between rows of shield walls. Let the spears pierce their bodies, but still attack the emperor behind the shield wall.

The emperor's line was loosened. By the time they reacted, the White Lion Guards had already opened a huge hole in their array. The commander of the White Legion was heartbroken when he saw this scene - before they had time to unfold, the weakness of the left wing was caught by the opponent - but he did not expect that the Eruin people would be so determined and forcefully sacrificed their lives. Seize this only opportunity from desperate situation.

This opportunity is about to ruin everything.

The Hong Kong Guards who were watching this scene were also stunned. They witnessed a Jedi counterattack with their own eyes. The retreating party was a famous legend, the Anderson Legion, the Pale Wolf of the Wilderness, the White of the Empire, and the Eruin people. A miracle is being created, and this miracle will spread across the entire continent in the blink of an eye - the empire has been defeated in front of the Eruin people.

Almost after a moment of hesitation, all the Hong Kong Guards howled and joined in the counterattack. They only knew one thing in their hearts. After today, both sides participating in this battle will definitely be famous all over the world.

It will see the rise of a legion.

And at this moment, the glory belongs to Eruin——

…

The snow is falling heavily, the snow is very thick, my steps are staggering, sweat seems to blur my vision, my lungs feel like a nail has been pierced, there is burning pain, my hair is sticky on my cheeks, and my vision is so heavy that it feels like it can happen at any time. They will all fall asleep.

But only the sword was still trembling in his hand——

when!

With a flash of cold light, the sword in his hand flew out, spinning and falling into the snow, splashing up a handful of snowflakes.

Before he could react, a strong force came from his chest. His vision blurred. He had risen from the ground and landed heavily on the snow. The cold melted snow water flowed down from his forehead, sliding along the nose to the tip of his chin. My clothes were already wet, and my heart felt cold.

"Stand up," a cold voice ordered with a somewhat disappointed tone: "Do it again!"

For some reason, tears suddenly burst into my eyes.

"Don't cry, Haruze!"

Haruze raised his head with tears in his eyes and saw clearly the person standing in front of him. His sister's tall and heroic figure, wearing a thin armed uniform and holding a long sword, stood in the heavy snow. Here is..., he subconsciously turned around. Under the claws of the charred ancient oak tree, stood a tall figure. He was wearing a wide and thick cloak. Behind the flying snow in the sky, he nodded in promise. .

"You are not as strong as your sister, but you will become a good king one day and protect your sister. She loves you very much."

The tears rolled down like broken beads.

"Haruze, you are a man. Don't cry!"

"I won't cry—!"

Haruze cried and jumped up, rolled to the side and grabbed his sword in the snowdrift. But he just had time to touch the cold hilt of the sword when a huge force pressed down on his head. Subconsciously raising his sword to parry, there was a harsh sound of metal friction, and the huge force almost made him retreat. He raised his head and found that the scenery in front of him had changed.

He was holding a sword, intersecting with the Sword of the Earth in the hand of his teacher Brando. On the ground was the thick red carpet of the Holy Palace of Valhalla. The light and shadow in the palace intersected. Between the light and shadow, Brando was wearing a light gray count's coat. He was looking up at him calmly and said word by word>

"Haruze, what you can do depends on what you want to do. Swordsmanship is different from magic. It is a reflection of a person's confidence."

"teacher……"

"Can you defeat yourself?"

"I……"

"Then try the sword again."

The dark blade pushed aside his sword and stabbed him at a tricky angle, like a poisonous snake. Haruze happened to remember this move. He quickly turned his sword around and blocked Brando's attack again. The two swords intersected and made a clear sound.

After a sword. Haruze subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to attack, but he suddenly realized something and stopped suddenly, staring blankly in place.

Brando put away the Sword of the Earth and laughed.

"Haruze, everyone eventually learns to draw a sword."

"The sword will break and the swordsman will die, but they will not fail. Once you draw the sword, you are already victorious—"

The scenes in front of me were blurry.

In a shadow. He seemed to see his sister's tall figure again, standing beside his father. That's a lot of time. The background is a bright spring day, a gentle summer night, an autumn with falling leaves, and a snow-covered winter. The scenes are in Winter Claw Castle, the Summer Palace, and the Jinten Palace. They turn around repeatedly, as if brewing the sourness and sweetness of time. ; He saw himself falling again and again and getting up from the ground again and again. He saw the disappointed shaking of the head and the promising nod. The final scene was fixed on the square of the Fusha Temple——

He saw himself leading the knights to charge towards the empire's front, with spears shining, battle flags flying, and ancient heroes surrounding the battlefield singing loudly.

He saw the high-spirited, confident and determined self, the 'Her Royal Highness' who seemed to be a Valkyrie, and it seemed as if he saw a self who was standing opposite to him, completely opposite to him.

"Haruze, this mortal world is like a huge stage. One day, everyone will find their own place on it."

"You don't have to be discouraged by your weakness because you haven't seen the pride hidden in your heart."

"Those who truly do nothing will not be disappointed with themselves..."

"You will stand proudly in the center of the stage, and I will be proud of you."

Haruze didn't know if he was still crying or if he should still be crying. The long sword in his hand fell and disappeared in the darkness.

Everything is plunged into darkness.

When he reopened his eyes, he saw a longing figure in the blurred field of vision, and a burning pain in his chest. He vaguely heard someone shouting in surprise: "Her Royal Highness, wake up!" Then there was a panic, and he lost consciousness. , and passed out again. When he woke up again, the sun was already setting. At dusk, the setting sun was drifting on the sea, filling the entire Fusha Square with the fiery sunset glow.

The emperor had already retreated, and now the entire Port Fatan was peaceful. Although smoke curled up from the direction of the city, half of the flag of the White Army could no longer be seen. The soldiers told 'her' with reverence that just after he led the knights to repel the last attack of the White Legion, the emperor inexplicably withdrew from the city. Almost everyone attributed this miracle to 'her' , calling 'her' the 'Miracle Princess of Fatan Port'.

But only Haruze himself knows: the teacher did it, he really convinced the opponent's army commander to surrender. The winner of this war has been decided. After this battle, the white lion stands proudly.

Haruze sat quietly on the steps. The setting sun stretched his shadow long and thick, slanting on the square. Others did not dare to disturb 'her' rashly. The knights both respected and were willing to do it. Their Royal Highness the Princess stood guard.

Not long after, a soldier brought Brando's communication crystal and said to Haruze: "Your Royal Highness, the lord said he wants to see you."

Haruze nodded to him.

Soon, Brando's image appeared on the crystal.

Brando looked at the 'Her Royal Highness' who was covered in blood and shook his head with great relief: "Is the injury serious?"

"It's not serious, teacher."

"Fortunately it's not serious, otherwise your sister would definitely kill me."

"Teacher, I'm sorry..."

"It's good to know that you are wrong. If you really die here, the royal party will definitely think that I am a powerful official who wants to seize the throne." Brando joked.

"Teacher, I know you are not—"

"Just because you know, you can't give up your life easily," Brando became serious: "Haruze, this matter is big or small, but Eruin must not fall into suspicion and civil strife again. , you must be responsible for this, and you must be responsible for this kingdom! So you must think twice about your behavior, rashness is not a quality that a good leader should have!"

"But, teacher, I have thought about it seriously. You said that I should become a flag. Under the circumstances, if I choose to retreat, then we will definitely lose Fatan Port and lose Fatan Port. , is our victory still meaningful?”

"It makes no sense-" Brando replied decisively.

Haruze was slightly startled. He had already regretted what he said. He had never dared to refute his teacher, especially when he had done something wrong. But for some reason, these words came out of his mouth. It's as if it doesn't go through the brain. But before he had time to regret it, Brando's answer surprised him even more.

He never dreamed that instead of blaming him for this, Brando praised him.

"Because your choice is right," Brando suddenly smiled: "Haruze, you are the best crown prince I have ever seen and my best student. I am proud of you."

Haruze opened his mouth slightly, and a warm current suddenly surged in his heart, as if he was in an unreal world. After a long while, he replied in a daze: "Teacher... thank you."

"You should thank your sister and yourself," Brando shook his head: "Do you remember what I told you?"

Haruze nodded heavily.

The king does not need a long sword, because he has pride in his heart——

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