Act 220 The Sword Against Fate (Part 1)

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As if black arrows covered the sky and the sun, countless undead souls surged past her on the red earth. From behind, there were screams of human misery, despair or anger that could not be told. Freya wanted to turn around as much as she could. But he couldn't move at all. Then the girl saw a knight covered in white phosphorus flames sitting on a skeletal horse and walking toward her. The knight looked at her condescendingly, and she had to relive the eyes burning with blazing flames every night for this week.

But this dream was so real that Freya was too nervous to speak and stared at the other person with wide eyes.

"You shouldn't have woken up. The fate of the descendants of Valkyrie is too heavy," the knight said in a hoarse voice, "Don't risk everything you have for unrealistic beliefs."

The knight raised the long sword in his hand: "Back off, otherwise you will have no way to retreat!" The voice was like a stern warning. It sent its hand forward, and the cold sword edge pierced her heart.

"Ah" Freya screamed in fright and sat up from the bed dripping with cold sweat. She couldn't help but cover her chest and gasp softly. This nightmare that tortured her every day started to haunt her at some point. Freya didn't know whether it was some kind of omen or the result of too much pressure from recent training. of.

She felt her heart pounding, but the sound was quickly overwhelmed by the rapid footsteps in the corridor outside. The dim light made Freya realize that she had returned to reality. The footsteps outside should be those knights delivering news... Since the war in the south, it seems that the number of people delivering information has increased several times every day. For the time being, large and small forces Their attention was attracted by this sudden war, and they even forgot that the kingdom itself was on the verge of civil war, because everyone knew that the Dukes in the north would not drive south through Ampelssel until at least the ice and snow melted. By comparison, Denel's war was more like what Overwell jokingly called an 'appetizer before a meal'.

This kind of appetizer is a great irony for the Eruin nobles themselves, but the nobles don't seem to care, and they happily wait to see how many teeth the tiger Denel has left. For most people, this question remains on how many teeth Count Jean Denel has left. Of course, no one in the Royal Knights Academy believes that Brando can win. At least Freya nervously awaits news from the front line every day. ∏∈Ｅ∏∈Novel∏∈.net, www.exiaoｗｈｏｏ.ＣｏＭ

The messenger walked through the long corridor and passed through the courtyard behind the dormitory. News about the war would first be delivered to Princess Griffin. The half-elf princess coldly read a few lines of words on the thin parchment paper in her hand, and then put down Sipalas's army and the rebels. The news of the handover has been transmitted, but there is no substantial progress. .

"There are still a day or two." Griffith thought to herself, and she said to the messenger: "Make a few copies.

Give it to some other adults. "

"Do you need to ask other adults to come over?"

"No need, there will be a competition in Winter Qin Moon and a hunting event in Winter Musk. Help me prepare. I want to go and see for myself."

The messenger bowed and came out.

‘Cunning Fox’ Macaro couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle after reading the information in his hand. He casually wanted to put the information on the top of the pile of documents on the desk next to him, but after thinking about it, he stopped and retracted his original action, and walked out of his room with the thin piece of parchment.

Taking the information in hand, Macaro went straight to Count Violet's residence, but was stopped by a servant, who told him that his friend had gone to visit the competition venue. Only then did Macaro remember that such a thing had happened. He hurriedly borrowed a carriage to go to the competition venue a few miles away.

The competitive competitions of Winter Qin Moon have a long history in Eruin and even the entire south of Cruz. The competitions include riding, spearmanship and swordsmanship. Such competitions are mainly to prove their glory to knights from various regions. Young people People are keen on such activities, and they can also satisfy their heroic complex in such competitions. In the Royal Knights Academy, such activities are even more significant. In order to prove that they are the best knights of the year, the students often compete fiercely for the crown made of holly leaves.

Preparations for the competitive competition began in the early morning, and by morning there were already huge crowds of people. However, Macaro was indeed a good friend of Baal, and it didn't take him long to find him in the crowd. The Earl of Violet, also from Lantoniland, was meticulously wearing a purple coat with silver trim that matched his identity. There were three silver leaves on the cuffs of the coat to represent his identity. He did not wear a hat, but he held a With a goblet, a person stood on the highest point of the wooden stand that had just been set up, blowing the cold wind there. ∮E∮novels∮网, www.exiao ｗｈｕｏ.Ｃ∮Ｏ∮Ｍ∮

Baal saw his friend walking towards him, raised his glass and said with a smile, "I know you don't like to drink 57-year-old Toldo wine."

"Actually, I don't like to drink any wine." Macaro replied angrily.

"I know, drinking affects judgment, but I don't make judgments anyway." Violet Lord spread his hands.

"Have you received the news about Tony Geer?" Macaro didn't want to get entangled with him on this issue.

"You mean that joke about old dogs having a few teeth?" Baal asked lightly.

"I want to ask how long do you think the 'Rebels' can last?"

"What do you think? Don't you think that young man today has the possibility of winning?" Baal played with the wine glass: "There are silver elves and dragons behind him."

"The silver elf just walked by."

"Where's the Dragon Clan?"

"The dragon clan would not have thought that their rash intervention in human affairs would cause a backlash from the temple. No one wants to provoke a holy war, not even the most lawless princes in the kingdom."

"That's true, but the young man himself is no better than those losers who are sheltered by his family. With Pallas's character, he might suffer a big loss in his hands."

Macaro sneered: "Really? I think he is ridiculously stupid."

"How do you say this?" Baal asked deliberately.

"I thought he would break it into pieces and drag Pallas to Tonigel. The consumption of 30,000 troops is an astronomical figure. In addition, humans and Madara do not trust each other. As time goes by, Pallas will Lars will definitely lose.”

"But this young man has built a line of defense on the spot, preparing for an upright battle with Pallas, so that our Mr. 'Sly Fox' is greatly disappointed, right? Indeed, it is very troublesome for Denel to have few people to restrain him. thing, but I heard that he managed Tony Geer well. This may be to ensure the food production in the coming year. Have you ever thought that if he survives this battle, he will soon stabilize and become Denel's real Is there a serious problem with his confidant?" Earl Violet asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Macaro looked at his friend.

Baal smiled hoarsely: "Indeed, I don't think he can survive, but maybe there will be a miracle. You know, miracles in this world always appear when people hope for it. Now we need this miracle, so I I prayed sincerely, maybe Lady Martha will give me a miracle for my sake.

It would be too unreliable to place hope on something as illusory as a miracle, so Macaro also knew that his friend was just joking, and his character had always been like this. However, the two people standing at the top of Eruin probably never expected that their unintentional conversation would be inadvertently overheard by a little girl under the wooden stands who was preparing for the next game.

"Freya, what's wrong with you?" A female college student pushed the confused girl, who seemed to have just come back to her senses: "Huh? Huh?"

"Hey, why do you look so lost? Do you think you miss a man?" The girl couldn't help but giggle.

"...You, what are you talking about?" Freya's face suddenly turned red and she talked about things between men and women. Those aristocratic girls were much more courageous than her. Although everyone was still talking about it, this girl from the countryside of Butchi still felt that it was too much.

But compared to this, she still cared more about the things she heard before. She couldn't help but ask: "Tisha, who is that person speaking above your hand?"

She was asking about the girl next to her, her dormitory companion named Ye Tisha. As she said herself, she was a girl from a small noble family and was chosen here because of her talent in magic.

"It seems to be the nobles' stand up there. There are some big shots there." The girl replied: "Comparing the small nobles like us with the really big nobles above, it's like the difference between commoners and nobles. If We can't even go up and talk to them without permission, which is extremely impolite."

She seemed to have just remembered Freya's origin, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ah, I'm sorry, Freya, you know I didn't mean that. But besides, after you leave here, you will be at least half a noble. Yes." The girl said with some relief.

Freya just smiled at her, but she was panicked in her heart. She doesn't know what the situation is on Brando's side, but now even the big shots who control the fate of the kingdom don't think highly of him. Does this mean that the situation there is already very critical? After all, Freya is still a native of Eruin, and her awe for authority cannot be reversed in a short time. At this moment, she just wants to grow a pair of wings and fly to Brando to spend this time with the young man. In danger, or at worst, we will die together——

Freya didn't know what she was thinking. She couldn't help but think of the little moments when she and Brando got to know each other. Of course, not all of them were good memories. She couldn't help but think of her time at the Golden Tree. She went to see him and Roman with good intentions, but he was cruel to her and often took advantage of her and Roman.

Freya's face turned red when she thought of this, but for some reason, she felt a little sweet in her heart. But this little sweetness turned into fear and depression in the blink of an eye, and he didn't even hear the sound of her name outside.

"It's your turn, Freya!" The girl on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No, no..." Freya then remembered that she was here to participate in a competitive competition. She picked up the spear in a panic, but was immediately given a blank look: "This is a swordsmanship competition..." The girl said angrily. said.

"Ah!" Freya just wanted to find a hole in the ground and burrow down at this moment.

"Forget it, but don't hold on." The girl sighed and looked at her a little worriedly: "Remember to get good grades. Hey, if I weren't familiar with you, I would have thought you wanted something. The man is crazy about hua..."

Freya just walked outside the stands and almost fell to the ground when she heard this sentence. Of course, she would not admit that she was thinking about Brando before. But when it comes to getting a better result, it's not easy. Her rankings in spearmanship and riding are not at the top level. Although her swordsmanship is slightly better, these outstanding young people selected from all over Eruin It’s also not enough to watch.

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