The Amber Sword: Act 196 The King and the Long Sword

The sun pouring down on the Holy Cathedral square is a bit dazzling, the spear tip shining with snow, Halutz holding a long sword, standing on the steps of Fusha Holy Cathedral in blood, clenching his teeth. Stand firm. summer wind blows the long flag on the spire of Holy Cathedral, the Holy Emblem of Jinyan is glittering, and the petals of silver trees like snow are rising and falling down.

The empire army is rushing into the square, and the defense circle of White Lion Guards is gradually shrinking.

But never retreat --

"Halutz! Stand up and do it again!" The elder sister's voice was majestic and gentle, full of irresistible power. She put her soft and cold hand on his forehead, and looked into his eyes carefully, a word He said, "You are the only man in the Corcova family. You have no choice but to assume your responsibilities and obligations! You are a king. Your blood should flow for the Corcova family, for the royal family, for the sake of For your people. "

"The so-called king is the one who shed blood first --"

In the shouting of chaos, an anxious shout of Knight from White Lion Guards seemed to spread from his distant sky to his thoughts: "Her Highness the Princess, please step back ... here, already can't hold it. "

I don't know when the leather ring of the hair will break. A long silver hair flutters in the wind, and the hair brushes across the blood-stained face, as if Princess's coexistence and softness coexist, a smile spreads out. Halutz looked down at the **** Knight and smiled slightly: "I can't retreat ... because, we will win soon, ... I believe the teacher, he will do it."

“可 --”

The long sword points forward, and the sword tip shines a little in the sun.

Halutz slowly leveled the sword's ridge, forming a straight line with its eyes, and a slightly childish face with almost sacred solemnity: "Yes. Today I am Princess Fosha, and today, I will also lead You go to victory! --, you listen. Kirrlutzian has time to unfold, and they have not stood still. Follow me to capture their left wing! "

"Her Highness the Princess, you must not take risks!"

"Why not?" Halutz replied, pressing one hand to his chest: "Here is the blood of the royal family, which flows for the throne, and one day the royal flower will wither Wither, but the stars of ancient king will rise gradually Shine Aouine through all ages. "

This is the claw of White Lion, it is Fang of White Lion ...

This is the wing of White Lion. It is the glory of White Lion ...

This is the soul of White Lion, the pride of White Lion.

The tension on the young Knights face is changed to sacred. They have a tune from ancient times. They are sad and magnificent, but they are also impassioned. This is the faith passed to them by Brando and the first king Eicht. The trust of time and space, so that people can see the truth and belief behind it.

"Come with me, my Knights, I am with you. Fight with you."

"Her Highness the Princess, you are with us, we fight alongside --." The response from Knight is low and magnificent.

An epic is being written on the battlefield. Aouinian suddenly moved and launched a swift attack. Above the square, countless White Lion Guards's Knight cheered like a mountain, they praised and shouted ‘White Lion Viva’ ‘Princess Viva’ ‘Aouine Viva’ launched a decisive charge towards the Imperial Guard infantry lined up in an array.

They are so excited, so indifferent, so despise as if they are going to face not death, but supreme glory.

Kirrlutzian was blinded, and they found that the clear flash in their eyes was crazy colors. They rushed into the forest of spears, between rows of shield walls. Let the long spear thrust wear their bodies, but still attack the Emperor * behind the shield wall.

The emperor's front is loose. When they reacted, White Lion Guards already broke a huge gap in their array. Seeing this scene, the Commander of White legion broke his heart. -- They had not had time to unfold. The weak left wing was caught by the opponent and was facing --. However, he did not expect that Aouinian would be so decisive. He used his life to grasp it from despair Got this only chance.

This opportunity is about to kill everything.

While watching Harbour Defence Army in this scene, they also witnessed a Jedi counterattack. The retreating side is a legend of great reputation, Anderson legion, the pale wolf on the field, the white of the empire, and Aouinian is creating A miracle, and this miracle will spread throughout the entire continent -- empire defeated in front of Aouinian.

Almost only after a moment of hesitation, all Harbour Defence Armys howled to join in the counterattack. They only understood one thing in their hearts. After today, both parties involved in this battle will be famous.

It will witness the rise of a legion.

And at this moment, the glory belongs to Aouine --

...

The snow is very heavy, the snow is thick, the pace is sloppy, and the sweat seems to blur the sight. The lungs are pierced with a nail. The pain is hot. It seemed as if he would fall asleep at any time.

But only the sword -- is still clenched tightly in his hand

When!

A cold light, the sword in his hand flew out of the hand, fell into the snow with a spin, splashing and holding a handful of snowflakes.

No response, already came from the chest for a while. The sight of the flower bloomed. The person already lifted off the ground. heavily landed on the snow. The cold snow melted down from his forehead and slid down the nose. On the tip of his chin, his clothes were wet and cold.

"Stand up," a cold voice shouted in a disappointed tone: "Again!"

Somehow, tears burst into my eyes.

"Don't cry, Halutz!"

Halutz sees raises head with tears in his eyes, seeing the person standing in front of him, his sister is upright and handsome, wearing a thin armed suit, holding a long sword, standing in the heavy snow. Here is ..., he subconsciously turned his head, and there was a tall figure standing under the minions of the burnt old oak tree. He was wearing a wide and thick cloak, and behind the snow, he promised.

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

The teardrop was like a broken bead, and rolled down.

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

"I won't cry --!"

Halutz jumped up in tears, rolled to the side and grabbed the one's own sabre in the snowdrift. But he had just had no time to touch the coldness of the hilt, and his head was already under heavy pressure. subconsciously parryed his sword, a harsh metal friction, and his tremendous power almost made him retreat and raises head, and found that the scenery in front of him had changed.

He is holding a sabre and is interlaced with Earth Sword in the hands of his teacher Brando. On the ground is the thick red carpet of the Valhalla Holy Palace. The light and shadow intersect in the palace. On the Brando between the light and the shadow, a Count coat with a shallow grey is shot, and raises head looks at him calmly.

"Halutz, what you can do depends on what you want to do. Swordsmanship is different from Magic, it is a manifestation of confidence in one's heart."

"Teacher ..."

"Can you beat yourself?"

"I ..."

"Then try another sword."

The dark sword edge drew away his sword and stabbed him at a tricky angle, like a poisonous snake. Halutz just remembers this trick. Quickly turned the sword, once again blocking the Brando's attack. The two swords intersect with a clear chirp.

After a sword. Halutz subconsciously one step forward, trying to attack, but he suddenly realized something, he suddenly stopped and froze in place.

Brando put away Earth Sword and laughed.

"Halutz, everyone will eventually learn to sword."

"The sword will break, the swordsman will die, but they will not fail. Once you have the sword, you will win already without doubt --"

The foreground of the eye is staggered.

In a shadow. He seemed to see his sister's erect posture again, and Yingying stood beside his father. That was the ghost of many times. The background is a bright spring day, a gentle summer night, falling leaves falling in autumn, and a snow-covered winter. The scene is Fort Winterclaw, in summer time, in Jinten Palace, turning back and forth, as if brewing the sour and slightly sweet time; he Seeing that time after time fell, and time after time got up from the ground, he saw his head disappointed and saw the promised prow. Finally, the picture was fixed on the square of Fossa Holy Cathedral --

He saw that he led Knights to charge the Empire's front, spear shone, the battle flag fluttered, and the ancient Heroic Spirits surrounded the battlefield, singing and groaning.

He saw his spirited, self-confident and determined self. The Her Highness the Princess like Valkyrie seemed to see a self standing against him, completely opposite.

"Halutz, this world is like a huge stage. One day, everyone will find the one's own positioning on it."

"You don't have to be discouraged because one's own is weak, because you haven't seen the pride hidden in your heart."

"People who really 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."

Halutz doesn't know if he is still crying, whether he should still cry, and the sword in his hand also falls, disappearing in the darkness.

Everything is in darkness.

When he reopened his eyes, the people in the vague field of vision were stunned, and his chest was sore and hot. He heard a cries of surprise: "Her Highness the Princess woke up!" Then there was a panic, his consciousness Yisong passed out again. By the time he woke up again, the sunset was gradually falling. At Twilight, the sun was drifting on the sea, dyeing the entire sunset at Fusha Square.

Emperor * has long since retreated. At this moment, the whole Fatan Port is peaceful. Although the city is heading for a long time, the banner of legion is no longer visible. The soldiers told 'She' with reverence, and just after he led Knights to fight back the last attack of White legion, Emperor * somehow withdrew from the city, almost everyone attributed this miracle to 'She', Call her '' Miracle Princess of Fattan Port '.

But only Halutz knew it: the teacher did it. He really convinced the opponent's Army Commander to surrender and surrender. In this war, already scored the victory. After this battle, the white male lion stood proud.

Halutz sits quietly on the steps, and the setting sun draws his shadow long, together, leaning on the square, others don't dare to disturb 'she', Knights is both respectful and willingly Their Her Highness the Princess is on guard.

Not long after, a soldier brought Brando's crystal and said to Halutz: "Her Highness the Princess, Lord Thane said he wants to see you."

Halutz nodded at him.

Soon, the Brando's image appeared on the crystal.

Brando looked at this blood-covered Her Highness the Princess and shook his head with great relief: "Is the injury serious?"

"Not serious, teacher."

"It's not serious, otherwise your sister will kill me."

"Sorry, teacher ..."

"It's good to know that it's wrong. If you really die here, royalist must think that I'm trying to win the throne." Brando joked.

"Teacher, I know you are not --"

"Just because you know, you can't easily give up one's own life," Brando takes it seriously: "Halutz, this matter can be big or small, but Aouine must not be caught in suspicion and civil strife again. Responsible for this, you must also be responsible for this kingdom! So you have to think twice about the behavior of one's own, recklessness is not a quality that an outstanding leader should be counted! "

"But, teacher, I have carefully considered already. You said that I should be a banner. In that case, if I choose to retreat, then we will certainly lose Fattan Harbor and lose Fattan, does our victory still make sense? "

"It doesn't make sense --" Brando resolutely replied.

Halutz was a little hesitant. He originally regretted already after saying this. He never dared to refute the one's own teacher, especially when he did something wrong, but I do n’t know why the words came out. As if without a brain. It was just that he hadn't had time to regret it. Brando's answered him with already, which surprised him even more.

He never dreamed that instead of blame him for Brando, he praised him.

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

Halutz opened his mouth a little, I do n’t know when a warm current surged in my heart, as if in an unreal world, it took me a long time to answer absentmindedly: "Teacher ... Thank you."

"You should thank your sister and yourself," Brando shook his head: "Remember what I said to you?"

Halutz heavily nodded.

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

...... (to be continued)

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