Scene 314 Oath and Sword III

The sword was inserted in the meadow between the wilderness and the sky, the blade was as bright as a pool of autumn water, and the white lace wrapped around the hilt with the crescent emblem printed on it twisted in the breeze, just like a slight sway in memory . ∏∈E∏∈Novel∏∈Net, www.exiaoshuo.CoM

Wisdom and deep eyes narrowed slightly, watching with great interest that the horizon between the sky and the earth has become almond-shaped and wide, a white cloak is added to him, and a pair of rough hands under the cloak are stationed in a black scabbard. He stood proudly, like a lion.

"My lord, it's getting late."

"Krenter, guess what I'm looking at?" The old man smiled, turned around and asked calmly.

"Cross this grassland, move forward, move forward, Aruin's land."

"Eruin, that's the land we risk our lives to protect. But I'm looking at my sword, Klentel." The old man retracted his gaze. The sword looked uniquely slender in the lonely field, but it held up One side of heaven and earth.

"Your sword?"

"I'm thinking, after thousands of years, will someone still pick up this sword, wipe off the dust on it, and remember our oath? Will our descendants stand the test of time—you say, Ai Will Lu Yin exist for a long time?"

"Eruin will live on for a long time, Your Majesty."

"But time flies. What if one day our descendants forget the promise of today? The Cruz people also had the glory of the past, but they have long since stopped regaining all that. Maybe there will be a day, Eruin So do people."

"His Majesty."

"I don't want Eruin, Klentel."

Cloud shadows are reflected in the gray-blue eyes, and the soft gray sticks to the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. Time has left too heavy a mark on him. The old man feels that the flame in his heart is burning to the end little by little, but this For a moment, it seemed to glow again.

He has seen too much war, seen too much suffering, and seen too many close people sacrificed on this land; when he closed his eyes, the old picture was like a golden scroll, as if it was still under the setting sun dusk. They left Cruz territory for the first time.

That's where it all started.

"If mine is not Eruin, Klenter—but the soul and faith entrusted to this land, I want this voice to be passed on forever. I want Eruin's resistance and pursuit to not be forgotten , I want its nobles to always remember their duty—"

"Krenter.

"

"Remember—if one day, the Eruin really forget all of this ~~.shushu-update~~, then where did this sword come from? Go back to where it is, and no longer protect this country."

So where did the sword come from, it will go back to where it came from.

"Your Majesty, the Eruins have really forgotten all this."

"It's only been two hundred years."

"This land no longer bears the ideal of no time—"

But today, that sword is back. ￠￡e￠￡Novel￠￡Net, www.ExiaoSHUO.COm￠

The sword in Krenter's eyes was emitting endless golden light. It was trembling in the girl's hand, as if it had been reborn again, trembling with excitement, it would come out of the box at any time.

Krenter suddenly felt that his tears couldn't stop gushing out, although it had already stopped crying.

But it was tears in my heart.

Your Majesty, have you seen that someone picked up this sword and wiped the dust off it. Remember our oath. So it felt that belief again. After being forgotten for centuries, that glorious banner returned to Arouin.

Brando also looked at the lion sword in Freya's hand.

At that moment, he heard the sound of the sword—like a landslide and tsunami, as if a huge voice was echoing and speaking, he seemed to have seen that glorious age, and saw the two elongated figures in the lonely wilderness .

The sword is swearing—

Will Eruin exist for a long time?

Aruin will exist for a long time, Your Majesty.

"What happened, Freya?" Nimesis asked loudly.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden strong light from Freya's sword.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Freya stared dumbfounded at the trembling sword in her hand. It seems to be alive, echoing with something: "It. It seems to feel something..."

The entire Amperesel shook——

Foster rushed out of the tent like crazy, the entire command post of the White Lion Army was shrouded in a huge buzz, everyone in the camp stopped involuntarily, raised their heads and looked in one direction go.

The camp is in the middle.

The huge white lion battle flag was emitting an extremely dazzling light. The battle flag stood upright in the wind and rain. The white lion on the flag seemed to be resurrected at this moment, baring its teeth and claws.

"Banner of Glory..." Foster was suddenly stunned.

He seemed to understand something, and looked to the west in a daze.

Karen, the knight commander of the fourth column of the White Lion Army, was also looking in the same direction. Amidst the wind and rain, an army he had never seen before was slowly passing through the rain curtain and approaching him.

There seems to be singing in the rain.

'Before this sword I swear—'

'I swear to lead my people—to lead them away from slaughter and strife, from the arrogance and greed of nobles. '

‘I swear not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake, and I will make the nobles of the new kingdom follow the spirit of chivalry—just and strict, upright and brave, kind and lenient. '

'I swear, today and every day. '

The silver elf helmet is bathed in the rain, and the white lion on the shoulder seems to have come out of a legend. ∮ E∮ Novels∮.net, www.exiao shuo.C∮O∮M∮ The sword in his hand is five feet long and one palm wide, with a lion's heart imprint on his gauntlet, he wears heavy armor and a skirt covered with scales, and swears an oath .

At this moment, legend and reality overlap.

The army walking slowly out of the heavy rain hit the softest part of the hearts of all the soldiers of the White Lion Army in an instant. It seemed to meander out from a glorious story with a bright history, even with the mysterious and magical atmosphere in fairy tales, the army that only existed in legends appeared in front of them.

Those are their predecessors.

their history.

their pride.

The White Lion Legion Guards Corps.

But now their enemies—

Therefore, they broke their oath after all. They claimed to inherit the glory of King Aike, and at this moment, they will be washed away. The legendary army is now coming to remove the laurel crown from their heads.

Everyone couldn't help taking a step back subconsciously.

That is what they have heard from the stories countless times, accompanied them to grow up, and strengthened their beliefs - legends. Although the White Lion Army walked silently in the rain, it was only half of the squadron. All of the White Lions are veterans, and they can count the number of opponents just by looking at them.

Forty-five.

But so what?

Cavalier Karen felt cold sweat on his palms. Since he became a knight, he has never lost the courage to hold a sword before facing his opponent directly for a moment like today. But the honor of a soldier does not allow him to abandon his sword and surrender. What's more, that kind of blank panic is just a momentary illusion.

Karen came to his senses in an instant, he almost gritted his teeth and shouted: "It's a shame, where did the jumping clowns dare to pretend to be the White Lion Army?"

The voice was heard far away in the rain.

"White Lion Army?" The army stopped. The commander of the reason was also slightly taken aback obviously.

Right now, Karen seized the fleeting opportunity, and he immediately raised his sword: "The fourth column of the White Lion Army obeys my orders and attacks! Destroy these madmen who blasphemed the ancestor Eke!"

The soldiers of the White Lion Legion roared in unison, as if only such a roar could dispel the doubts in their hearts. It seems that among thousands of times, just like their ancestors and their comrades-in-arms charged the Cruz cavalry on the plateau, for the first time in thousands of years, they charged the Eruin.

The horns of the White Lions resounded for a long time.

The melodious voice contains the long and glorious history of this legendary legion. Every time it charges forward, it has never even had an opponent, not because it is invincible. But because of perseverance.

In front of the White Lions. No enemy can make them tremble with fear.

Because this is the courage of a lion.

It is the belief given to them by the first king Aike.

The soldiers drew their swords out of their sheaths, but there were only two hundred people, but they carried the aura of tens of thousands of people. The battle flag of the white lion moved forward in the wind and rain, and the formation was as tight as a sharp edge, sweeping across, but it was not only discipline that maintained this sharp sword. And faith.

But the hand holding the sword felt heavy for the first time today.

"It's really the White Lions." Caglis suddenly had an illusion that this was fate, as if an invisible hand arranged for them to meet. This sight is eternal.

But he also understood what it meant to have an unexpected enemy formation on the battlefield.

"The situation has changed." The young commander made a decision to join the lord right away, but before that, there was an army also named the White Lion Legion standing in front of them.

He drew his sword.

Karen also clenched the sword in his hand.

"Listen to my orders—!"

"White Lion Warfare!" In the pouring rain, two orders were shouted at the same time. Caglis had expected it long ago, but Karen felt as if he had been hit by a sharp arrow in his heart.

In front of him, the strange yet familiar army suddenly joined.

Even though the heavy armor was mopping the ground and the sword was walking together, it seemed that everyone had a terrifying momentum like galloping horses. The ground was trembling, and the corners of the blue stone slabs on the long street were slightly raised.

'Infantry Knight'.

Karen's palms were already white. That was the legendary infantry knight, the blue wind surrounding the opponent's white lion armor. Such a forging technique of the White Lion Army had been lost after the Battle of Renn. That is the core technology contained in Fenghou's half body armor, the secret technique that can make a set of heavy armor as light as light armor.

All magic armor.

All the soldiers of the White Lion Legion felt oppressed. Since the Holy War, or two centuries ago, where has Eruin still had such an army? But the key is the indomitable momentum, the two legions are almost the same.

If there is any difference, it is that the other party seems to have a kind of persistence that they do not have. From them, you can see the pride and glory of being a soldier, but in the other party's shining eyes under the mask, there is a kind of persistence that they have never seen before. something seen.

persist in.

and pursuit.

The difference between the two armies is only one line. The veterans of the White Lions have never been afraid, and they even feel a little ashamed. It is not the honor of the White Lions to fight more and less. But this does not prevent them from raising their swords, their hearts are firm and there is no hindrance.

The experience they have gained in thousands of battles supports them to deal with all unexpected situations coldly and calmly.

But the accident really happened.

It's still ten meters away.

The white lion guards charged in heavy armor raised their two-handed giant swords in unison - the sword is five feet long, one palm wide, with a lion's heart imprint on the gauntlet, and three claw marks on the blade - exactly what the legend says. Sword of the Lion. But Karen saw the blades in each enemy's hand light up slightly.

"Not good..." A bad thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Quickly get away—" The knight commander tried to save everything at the last moment, but unfortunately, it was too late. Caglis and his white lion guard suddenly slanted their swords and slashed in unison in the rain.

Cut neatly.

A round of water Huatuojian flew out like a full moon, forming a water curtain spreading forward on the long street.

There is a faint white light flickering in the water curtain.

Like a perfect arc.

The arc moved forward, over a distance of nearly ten meters, as if sparkling.

The first-line soldiers of the fourth column of the White Lion Army seemed to have hit an invisible wall head-on and fell to the ground. A moment later, there was a hoarse scream-a piece of blood stained the color of the rain, and the long-term The halo of blood quickly spread on the street, and the stone slabs were also stained with a blood-like color.

"White Crow Sword Technique, this is impossible..."

"No, it was earlier...it should be..."

"The sword technique of the Queen of Wind, the tooth of the white lion..." Karen felt miserable.

There was a tidy sound, the White Lion Guard put away their swords, and the entire army was like a whole, exactly. At that moment, layers of history and countless pictures overlapped in front of the White Lion Army like chaotic fragments.

Past, present, legends, stories, glory, victories and failures, countless memories are like a quietly flowing river, slowly flowing through their hearts.

That is the White Lions.

But the name no longer belongs to them.

It was as if a huge voice from the majestic heaven and earth said: "Today, I will take off your laurels, because you have strayed from that glorious path—"

It was the voice of Xianjun Aike.

Same moment.

Suddenly, Kaglis raised his head, his eyes full of disbelief. To be exact, everyone present stopped their movements for an instant, and the air seemed to be filled with some kind of heavy coercion, even the flow of wind and water became viscous.

Everyone feels a great pressure.

And the sound of humming in the body.

Sword and oath.

Resonated.

With a loud bang, Foster saw a beam of golden light shoot up from the glorious banner soaring into the sky. Just for a moment, another beam of light rose from the east.

The two beams of light reflected each other in the morning sky.

Foster was silent for a long time, because he knew—

That is the Holy Sword of the Lion Heart.

Eck's sword.