The Amber Sword: Act 314 Oath and Sword III

~. -~ 314th Act and Sword iii

The sword was inserted in the meadow between the wilderness and the sky, and the blade was bright like an autumn water. The white lace with Crescentmoon emblem printed on the hilt twisted in the wind, like a slight swing in memory. With.

Smart and deep eyes squinted slightly, interested to watch the horizon between heaven and earth become almond-shaped, white cloak was added to him, and a pair of rough hands under the cloak stood with a black sword sheath. He stood upright, like a lion.

"Wang, time already is late."

"Klintyr, guess what I'm looking at?" The old man smiled and turned back to ask calmly.

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

"Aouine, that is the land we bet on to protect our lives. But I look at my sword, Klintyr." The old man looked back. The sword looked unique and slender in the solitary field, but it supported the world .

"Your sword?"

"I'm thinking, after thousands of years, someone will pick up this sword, wipe away the dust from it, remember our vow? Our descendant, can it stand the test of time -- you say, Will Aouine go down for a long time existence? "

"Aouine will continue to be existence, Your Majesty."

"But time flies, if one day our descendant forgets the promise of the present? Kirrlutzian also has the glory of ancient times, but they have stopped picking it all up again, and maybe one day, Aouinian also It will be so. "

"Your Majesty."

"What I want is not Aouine, Klintyr."

The gray-blue eyes reflected the cloud shadow, and the soft gray hair was attached to the wrinkled edge of the eye. Time left a too heavy mark on him. The old man felt the flame in his heart was burning a little bit. The end, but at this moment, it seemed to re-glow again.

He has seen too many wars, has seen too much suffering, and has seen too many close people sacrificed on this land; he closes his eyes, and the old picture is like a golden scroll, as if he was still there Twilight under the setting sun, they left the territory of Kirrlutz for the first time.

That's where it all started.

"If it's not Aouine, Klintyr --, it's the soul and faith pinned on this land. I want this voice to pass on forever. I want to belong to Aouine's. The resistance and pursuit will not be forgotten. I want its noble forever. Remember their responsibilities -- "

"Klintyr."

"You remember that if -- one day, Aouinian really forgets all of this, then wherever this sword comes from, go back and no longer protect this country."

Then where this sword comes from, go back.

"Your Majesty, Aouinian really forgot all this."

"It's only been two hundred years."

"This land no longer carries the flawless ideal --"

But today, the sword is back.

The sword in the eyes of Klintyr is exuding an endless golden light. It trembles in the girl's hands, as if it has gained a new life, trembling with excitement, and will come out of the box at any time.

Klintyr suddenly felt that the tears of one's own could not stop, although it would no longer shed tears.

But it was tears in my heart.

Your Majesty, have you seen this, someone else took this sword, wiped the dust off it, and remembered our vows. So it felt that kind of faith again. After being forgotten for centuries, the brilliant flag returned to Aouine.

Brando also looked at the Lion Sword in Freya.

At that moment, he heard the sound of the sword --, like the Foshan collapse tsunami, as if a huge voice was echoing and talking, as if he saw the glorious age, and saw the two stretched out in the lonely wilderness. Figure.

The sword is under oath --

Will Aouine last for existence?

Aouine will go for a long time existence, Your Majesty.

"What happened, Freya?" Nemesis asked loudly.

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

"I don't know, I don't know!" Freya stared blankly at the trembling sword in his hand. It seemed to come alive, echoing something: "It, it feels like ..."

The whole Ampere Searl is shaking up --

If the Foster rushes out of the tent frantically, the entire White Lion Legion command office is shrouded in a huge buzz. Within the camp, everyone stops involuntarily and raises head looks in one direction.

The camp is in the middle.

The huge White Lion battle flag is emitting an extremely dazzling light. The battle flag stands in the wind and rain. The White Lion above the flag seems to be resurrected at this moment, and its teeth are exposed.

"Brightness flag ..." Foster paused suddenly.

He seems to understand something, absentmindedly looks west.

White Lion Legion The fourth brigade Knight Captain Calum is also looking in the same direction. In the storm, an army he has never seen is slowly passing through the rain curtain and coming to him.

Singing in the rain.

‘I swear before this sword --’

‘I swear to lead my people -- to lead them away from killing and strife, away from the arrogance and greed of noble. ’

‘I vowed not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake. I will surely let the noble of the new kingdom follow chivalry --. It is fair and strict, upright and brave, kind and generous. ’

‘I swear, this is so today, every day. ’

The silver elf helmet, bathed in the rain, and the White Lion on the shoulder seems to come out of the legend. sword length is five feet in hand, one palm wide, Lion Heart Imprint on the guard, wearing heavy armor, under a scale skirt, swearing.

At this moment, legend and reality overlap.

The army slowly moving from the heavy rain instantly hit the softest place in the hearts of all White Lion Legion soldiers. It seemed as if walking out of a brilliant historical story, and even carrying the mysterious and magical Aura in the fairy tale, and only the legendary army of existence appeared in front of them.

That's their predecessor.

History.

Their pride.

White Lion Legion Forbidden City Guards Regiment.

But now their enemy is --

So they ultimately violated their vows. They claimed to inherit the glory of the prince of Eicht, and at this moment they would be washed away. The legendary army will now come to take off the crown on their head Already.

Everyone couldn't help taking subconsciously retreat a step.

That is the -- legend that they heard from the story countless times, accompanied them to grow up, and strengthened their faith. Although the White Lion Legion was silently walking in the rain, it was only half of the squadron. All of White Lion Legion are veterans. Just one glance can calculate the number of opponents.

Forty-five.

but so what?

Calum Knight feels that his hands are filled with cold sweat. Since he became Knight, he has never had a moment to face his hands, and he has eliminated the courage to hold a sword. But the honor of soldier does not allow him to surrender his sword, not to mention that the perplexity of panic is just an instant illusion.

Calum reacted to it in an instant. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Wonderful shame, where is clown, how dare you disguise White Lion Legion?"

Voice spread far in the rain.

"White Lion Legion?" The army stopped, and the head of Commander apparently froze slightly.

Even now, Calum seized the fleeting opportunity, he immediately raised his sword: "White Lion Legion fourth brigade listen to my orders, attack! Destroy these blasphemous First King Eicht profane!"

White Lion Legion's soldier simultaneously issued a roar, as if only such a roar could dispel the doubts in their hearts, like a thousand times, like their ancestors, their comrades launched an attack on the iron ride of Kirrlutzian on plateau Similarly, for the first time in thousands of years, they launched an attack on Aouinian.

The horn of White Lion Legion echoed long.

The melodious voice contains the long and glorious history of this legendary legion. Each time it charges forward, it never even has an adversary, not because it is invincible, but because it is indomitable.

In front of White Lion Legion, no enemy can make them tremble with fear.

Because it is the courage of a lion.

It is the conviction given to them by First King Eicht.

The soldiers have their swords out of their sheaths, but there are two hundred people, but they are wrapped in a momentum like ten million people. The battle flag of White Lion was advancing in the wind and rain, and the formation was as close as the same edge, sweeping past, but it was not only discipline but also faith that maintained this sharp sword.

But for the first time today, the hand holding the sword feels heavy.

"It's really White Lion Legion." Suddenly a kind of illusion of fate rose in Cagliss's heart, as if an invisible big hand arranged for them to meet. This view was eternal.

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

"The situation has changed." The young Commander decided to merge with Lord Thane immediately, but before that, they also had an army named White Lion Legion in front of them.

He pulled out his sword.

Calum also clenched the sword in his hand.

"Listen to my order --!"

"White Lion Battle Formation!" In the pouring rain, both commands shouted at the same time. Cagliss had been expected, but Calum had a sharp arrow in the middle.

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

It was obvious that heavy armor was mopping the ground, and greatsword was limping, but everyone seemed to have the terrible momentum of running horses. The ground was shaking, and the blue slate on the long street was slightly raised.

'Infantry Knight'.

Calum palm already is whitish. That Correct legendary Infantry Knight, the cyan wind that surrounds the other White Lion Armour, such forging technology White Lion Legion is lost after Battle of Leon already. That Correct Half Plate of the Wind Empress contains the core technology, can make a set of heavy armor like light armor Agile mystery.

It's all magic armour.

The soldiers of White Lion Legion all feel depressed. Since Holy War, or two centuries, where does Aouine have such an army? But the key is that the momentum of the past, the two legion almost the same.

If there is any difference, it is that there is a kind of persistence that the other person does not have. You can see the pride and glory of soldier from them, but there is a kind of glittering eyes under the other person's mask. They have never seen something.

Persist.

And pursuit.

The two armies are only one line behind. The veterans of White Lion Legion have never feared, they even feel a little shame, many against less, this is not the honor of White Lion Legion. But this did not prevent them from holding up the one's own sword, their hearts were firm and unhindered.

The experience they killed in thousands of battles supported them to deal with all unexpected situations coldly and calmly.

But the accident really happened.

It's ten meters short.

The White Lion Guards simultaneously charged by heavy armor erected the sword length five-foot, one-handed giant sword -- with a wide palm, Lion Heart Imprint on the guard, and three claw marks -- Correct in the legend. But Calum saw that sword edge in the hands of each enemy was slightly bright.

"Not good ..." A sudden thought flashed through his mind.

"Quickly avoid --" The Knight Captain tried to redeem it all at the last minute, but unfortunately it was a bit late. I saw that Cagliss and his White Lion Guards suddenly crossed greatsword, simultaneously cut in the rain.

Clearly.

A round moon-like water spray flew off the sword, forming a curtain of water spreading forward on the long street.

White light flickers in the water curtain.

Same perfect arc.

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

White Lion Legion The soldiers on the front line of the fourth brigade seem to have hit an invisible wall simultaneously and fell to the ground. It was only a short time after that exhausted scream -- A blood stained the color of the rain, long street The upper halo spread quickly, and the slate was stained with blood.

"White Raven Swordmanship, this is impossible ..."

"No, it's earlier ... this should be ..."

"Wind Empress Swordsmanship, Fang of White Lion ..." Calum felt miserable.

There is a neat sound, White Lion Guards put away greatsword, the whole legion is like a whole, it is not bad. At that moment, layers of history, countless pictures, like shards disturbing one another, overlapped in front of White Lion Legion.

In the past, now, legends, stories, glory, victory and defeat, countless memories are like a quiet flowing river flowing slowly in their hearts.

That's White Lion Legion.

But the name already does not belong to them anymore.

It is as if a huge voice between majestic heaven and earth said, "Today, I will take off your crown, because your already departed from the shining road --"

is the voice of First King Eicht.

It's the same moment.

Suddenly, Cagliss suddenly raises head, all eyes are incredible. To be exact, all the people present stopped their actions in an instant, and the air seemed to be filled with some heavy coercion, and even the flow of wind and water became sticky.

Everyone feels a great deal of pressure.

And the sound of the humming of the body.

Sword and oath.

resonated.

With a loud noise, Foster saw a beam of golden light shooting from above the shining banner. Just a moment later, another ray of light column rose from the east.

The two ray of light columns complement each other in the early morning sky.

Foster kept silent for a long time because he knew --

That's Lion Heart Holy Sword.

Eicht's sword.

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