The Amber Sword

The sword was inserted into the meadow between the wilderness and the sky, and the blade was bright as a fall water, and the white lace with the crescent crescent crest wrapped around the handle of the sword twisted in the wind, as if it were slightly swayed in memory.

Wise and deep eyes slightly shrugged, interested to see the horizon between heaven and earth become almond-like wide, white cloak added to him, a large pair of coarse hands under the cloak stood the dark sheath of sword. He stood tall like a lion.

“Wang, it's too late. ”

“Krenthal, guess what I'm looking at?” The old man smiled and turned back and asked calmly.

“Cross this meadow, then forward, then forward, the land of Eruin. ”

“Eluin, that's the land we risk our lives to protect. But I'm looking at my sword, Krenthal.” The old man retracted his gaze and the sword looked uniquely long in the lonely wilderness, but supported one side of the earth and the heavens.

“Your sword? ”

“I was wondering, a thousand years later, who would take this sword and wipe the dust off it, remember our vows? Will our descendants stand the test of time -- do you say that Elouin will last? ”

“Eruin will last, Your Majesty. ”

“But when time runs out, what if one day our descendants forget the promise of this day? The Cruz also had their ancient glory, but they had long since regained it, and perhaps one day, so would the Eruins. ”

“Your Majesty. ”

“I'm not asking for Eruin, Krenthal. ”

The grey blue eyes reflected clouds, the soft grey hair on the wrinkles of the corner of his eyes, time left too heavy a mark on him, the old man felt the flame in his heart was burning to the end, but at this moment, it seemed to rekindle.

He had seen too many fires, too much suffering, too many close people sacrificed on the land; he closed his eyes and the images of the past were like a golden scroll, as if it were dusk in that sunset, and for the first time they had left the territory of Cruz.

That's where it all started.

“If mine were not for Eluin, Krenthal —— but for the souls and beliefs that rest on this land, I want this voice to pass on forever, I want the resistance and pursuit that belongs to Eluin to be remembered, and I want its nobles to always remember their duty ——”

“Krenthal. ”

“Remember - if one day the Eruites really forget all this, then the sword will come from wherever it comes from and go back to no longer shelter the country. ”

So where did this sword come from, where did it go?

“Your Majesty, the Eruins have really forgotten all about it. ”

“It's only been two hundred years. ”

“This land no longer carries that idyllic ideal--”

But today, the sword came back.

The sword in Krenthal's eyes was shining endlessly golden, trembling in the girl's hands, as if she had been reborn again, excitedly chestnuted, ready to come out of the box.

Krenthal suddenly felt his tears gushing, although it would no longer cry.

But it was tears in my heart.

Your Majesty, you see, there are others who take this sword, wipe the dust off it, and remember our vows. So it felt that belief again, and after centuries of being forgotten, that glorious flag returned to Eruin.

Brando also looked at Freya's lion sword.

At that moment he heard the sound of the sword —— as if it were a landslide tsunami, as if a huge voice were echoing and saying, as if he had seen the glorious times, as if he had seen those two stretched figures in the lonely wilderness.

The sword is sworn...

Will Eloin last long?

Eluin will last a long time, Your Majesty.

“What happened, Freya?” Nimmasis asked out loud.

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

“I don't know, I don't know!” Freya gazed at the trembling sword in her hand, as if she were alive, echoing with something: “It, it seems to feel something...”

The whole Ambessel shook up--

If Foster burst out of the tent madly, the entire command post of the White Lion Legion was covered in a huge buzz, and inside the camp, everyone stopped voluntarily and looked up in one direction.

The camp is in the middle.

That huge white lion flag was shining a bright light, and the flag stood in the wind and rain, and the white lion above the flag seemed to be resurrected at this moment, clawing his teeth.

“Flag of Glory…” Foster suddenly stopped.

He seemed to understand something and looked to the west.

Karen, the fourth columnist of the White Lion Legion, was looking in the same direction, and in the storm, an army he had never seen was slowly crossing the rain curtain and coming to him.

There seems to be a song in the rain.

‘I take an oath before this sword...'

‘I vow to lead my people away from killing and strife, from the arrogance and greed of the nobles. ’

‘I vow not to repeat this cold-blooded error, and I will surely make the nobility of the new kingdom obey the spirit of the Knight - justice and rigour, integrity and courage, mercy and moderation. ’

‘I take the oath that this is the case today, every day. ’

The silver elf helmet, bathed in the rain, the white lion on his shoulder, seemed to come out of the legend. Five feet long with a wide palm, a lion's heart mark on his guard, a heavy armor, a scaly skirt, and a vow.

At this moment, legends overlap with reality.

Slowly moving out of the rain, the army instantly struck the softest spot in the hearts of all the White Lion Legion soldiers. It was like walking out of a glorious story with a history, even with the mysterious, magical smell of a fairy tale, and the legendary army appeared before them.

That's their predecessor.

Their history.

Their pride.

White Lion Corps Guard Corps.

But now it's their enemies--

So they broke their oaths, and they inherited the glory of Axenjun, and this moment shall be washed away, and the legendary army shall now come to remove the laurel from their heads.

Everyone couldn't bear to take a conscious step back.

That is what they heard from the story countless times, growing up with them, firming their faith —— the legend. Although the White Lion Legion was silently in the rain, it was only half a squadron. None of the White Lion Legion are veterans, just a glance and you can figure out the number of them.

Forty-five.

But then what?

The Karen knight felt a cold sweat in his hand, and not a moment since he became a knight has he lost the courage to carry a sword before facing his face as he does today. But the honor of the soldier did not allow him to surrender his sword, not to mention that the confusion was merely an instant illusion.

Karen reacted instantly, almost biting his teeth and drinking: “Shame on you, where did you get the jumping clown to disguise the White Lion Legion? ”

The sound traveled far out in the rain.

“White Lion Corps?” The army stopped and the commanding officer, who was the head of the army, apparently slightly blurred.

Now, Karen seized the opportunity to die a little longer, and he immediately raised his sword: "The Fourth Column of the White Lion Regiment, at my command, attack! Destroy these madmen who blasphemed the first King Acme! ”

The soldiers of the Legion of White Lions shouted a full roar, as if only such a roar could dispel the doubt in their hearts, as in hundreds of times, as their forefathers, their comrades on the plateau launched an assault on the Iron Knight of the Cruz, the first time in thousands of years that they had launched an assault on the Eruins.

The horn of the White Lion Legion echoed for a long time.

This legendary army has a long and glorious history, and every time it strikes forward, it has never even had an enemy, not because it is invincible, but because it is inflexible.

In front of the White Lion Legion, no enemy can make them fear trembling.

Because it's the courage of a lion.

It was the faith ascribed to them by King Acme.

The soldiers had swords out of their sheaths, but two hundred people in the district were pinched like tens of millions of people. The White Lion's flag travels in the wind and rain, and the formation is as tight as a blade, sweeping past, just to maintain this sword not only in discipline, but also in faith.

But for the first time today, the sword grip feels stagnant.

“What a White Lion Legion.” Caglis suddenly raised the illusion of destiny as if an invisible hand had arranged them to meet, a view that was both eternal.

But he also understands what it means to have an unexpected enemy formation on the battlefield.

“Things have changed," the young commanders made the decision to join Lord Lord Lords immediately, but before that, they were stopped by an army also known as the White Lion Corps.

He pulled out his sword.

Karen also holds the sword in her hand.

“Follow my orders...! ”

“White lion warfare!” In the rain, both commands shouted out simultaneously. Caglis had predicted that Karen had a sharp arrow in his heart.

In front of him, the unfamiliar and familiar army suddenly accelerated.

Ming heavy armor dragged the floor, the sword walked with it, but as if everyone had created a horrible momentum like a horse, the earth was trembling, a blue slate on the long street slightly curled up a corner.

‘Infantry Knight’.

Karen's palms are white. That's the legendary infantry knight, the blue wind surrounding each other's white lion armor, such a forging technique that the White Lion Legion lost after the Battle of Ron. That's the core technology in the back of the wind, which can make a heavy armor as light as a light armor.

It's all magic.

The soldiers of the White Lion Legion felt no less repressed, and since the Holy War, or two centuries ago, where has Elouin had such an army? But the key is that unprecedented momentum, the two regiments are almost identical.

If there's any difference, it's that there seems to be a kind of insistence on each other that they don't have, that they can see pride and glory as soldiers, but there's something in their shining eyes under that mask that they've never seen before.

Hang in there.

With pursuit.

The two armies are only one line away, and the White Lion Corps veterans are fearless, and they are even a little ashamed to fight less, which is not the honor of the White Lion Corps. But this does not prevent them from lifting their swords, firmly and unhindered in their hearts.

Their experience of killing in hundreds of battles supports them in responding to all unexpected situations in a cold and steady manner.

But the accident really happened.

Ten meters away.

The heavily armored White Lion Guard staged a two-handed sword - five feet long, one hand wide, a lion's heart mark on the guard, and three claw marks on the blade - just like the legendary male lion's sword. But Karen saw the sword blade shine slightly in each enemy's hands.

“Not good...” He suddenly had a bad idea in mind.

“Get out of the way -” the chief of the knight tried to recover all this at the last minute, but unfortunately, it was a little late. Only Caglis and his White Lion Guard suddenly leaned over the sword and slashed it all together in the rain.

Slash them neatly.

A round of full moon-like splash swords out, forming a spreading water curtain on Long Street.

There is a white flash of light hidden in the water.

Like a perfect arc.

Arc forward, over a distance of nearly ten meters, as if it were a sparkling light.

Soldiers in the first line of the Fourth Column of the White Lion Regiment seemed to have hit an invisible wall and fell all over the floor. The screaming scream was sounded after a moment - a piece of blood stained the color of the rain, blood fainted rapidly on the long street, and the slate stained with blood.

“White Crow Swordsmanship, this is impossible...”

“No, earlier... this should be...”

“Swordsmanship after the wind, White Lion's teeth...” Karen's heart was devastated.

The sound was neat, the White Lion Guard stashed its sword, and the whole legion was the same, no different. At that moment, hierarchical history, countless images, overlapped in front of the White Lion Legion like disturbing fragments.

Past, now, legends, stories, glory, triumphs and failures, countless memories are like a still river, slowly flowing through their hearts.

That's the White Lion Legion.

But this name no longer belongs to them.

It's like a huge voice between the heavens and the earth saying, "Today, I'm going to take off your laurels because you've strayed from that glorious path ——"

It was the voice of Jun Acme first.

Same moment.

Suddenly, Caglis suddenly raised his head and his eyes were all incredible. To be precise, everyone present stopped the movement in their hands for a moment, and the air seemed to be filled with some kind of heavy pressure, and even the wind and water flow became viscous.

Everyone feels a great deal of pressure.

and resonant voices in the body.

Swords and vows.

It resonates.

There was a loud bang, and Foster saw a golden column of light shooting from above that glorious flag. Just for a moment, another column of light rose from the east.

The two columns of light intersect in the morning sky.

Foster hasn't spoken for a long time, because he knows...

That is the Sacred Sword of the Lion Heart.

Eck's sword.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)