All the knights stopped.

At the moment when the boy held the sword, a deep voice seemed to echo in the forest:

"Remember my name......"

"I'm Edwin Kleve."

"Founder of the North, Master of the Land of Winter."

“…… O people, the silver banner crosses the long channel, and the jackdaw and the knight stop to look at the holy white city-state, but the old story will have an end. ”

A cold power seemed to seep into the depths of his soul, and the whispers seemed to linger in his heart, and he couldn't stop telling him, telling the whispers of the past. "The sword is born of blood, and it will rule all things...... We share weal and woe, and make a contract together......"

The box held the black hilt of the sword, the expression on his face was so cold that it was almost blank, he pulled out the sword inch by inch, and the cold light on the sword seemed to reflect the fear in people's hearts, making everyone hear the voice that trembled from the depths of their hearts—

The snow rustled, everything was quiet, even the light of the fire was dim, and the flames in the camp seemed to surrender to an invisible force, and they couldn't help but deflect in one direction. The mercenaries had fearful looks on their faces, and those who walked in the Northland had heard the old legend:

A long-lost family, and their magic sword that has been passed down from generation to generation.

When the raven whispered, the magic sword had been born from blood.

The chest has seen a piece of the magic sword's attributes:

Greystone Pact - The attack power of the magic sword grows with the growth of the swordbearer.

He continued to raise his sword upwards, the silver light reflected between his eyebrows, the slender blade like the thin tongue of a demon, the pitch-black crow feathers on the handle of the cage were already lifelike, and the gems embedded in it shimmered with a demonic glow like blood.

The second attribute comes into view:

Blood Thorn - The magic sword sucks blood, and it is difficult to heal the wounds of the magic sword, when there are people injured by the magic sword within a certain range, the speed of the sword wielder continues to increase.

There was an eerie silence in the forest, the soft snow seemed to absorb all sounds, and the knights retreated in a commotion, until the leader shouted, "It's the magic sword, stop him!" ”

He pointed his sword at the mercenaries, who had no choice but to step forward, and after they had received the money, they had to do something. Seeing the mercenaries surround him, Xiao Kong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and raised his sword, his palms were full of sweat, and he had foreseen his fate.

But before the mercenaries could get closer, an invisible force suddenly emanated from the magic sword, and that power crossed the small space without any loss, like a wall crashing into those mercenaries. Dozens of mercenaries let out a scream in unison, flew sideways, and fell into the snow.

At this time, the box saw the third attribute of the magic sword:

Soul Sacrifice - For each person killed by the Demon Sword, the sword wielder gets a chance to use the opponent's abilities. The soul dwells in the magic sword until it disappears.

Then there is the fourth segment of attributes:

Raven's Rock - Summons ravens to devour the flesh of enemies, and the sword-wielder can briefly transform into a raven.

As the box gently pulled the tip of the sword out of the pitch-black scabbard, the last line of text came into view:

"Blood flows like a river, and the raven whispers linger; The storm is coming, and the longship is coming—"

"The name of its sword, the magic sword 'Gwenders'."

That is, the ancient Ta language, the meaning of crow.

He drew his sword and pointed forward, and the blade gave people the illusion of a pitch-black blade, like countless needle tips, piercing into everyone's eyes. The narrow blade made countless mercenaries, bounty hunters, and knights take a step back.

The shrill voice that lingered in the heart of the box seemed to suddenly become high-pitched, and it screamed, "...... Submit to it, and the ancient will will reign over all...... And we wait, we share the honor and disgrace ......"

But the box's expression was as cold as iron, and he grasped the sword in one hand, and he said, "You have no control over anything. ”

He put his sword on his chest, and at that moment the wind in the forest seemed to be still, and the collar of the boy's coat was still, leaving only a pair of dark eyes staring at the leading knight. The knight chief met the young man's gaze, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, he had always prided himself on being strong-willed, but at this moment his mind was shaken, and unconsciously, he took several steps back.

And the next moment, the box moved.

His body was half in the light, half in the shadows, and the whole person seemed to be in the gap between light and shadow—Koku turned his head in some amazement—but saw only a shadow disappearing beside him.

The light half of the chest faded away, and the half of the shadows turned into an afterimage.

“…… Shadow Passage, not good, he's a magician! The knight woke up like a dream, and hurriedly shouted, he never expected that his opponent would be a magic wizard, his attention was completely focused on the magic sword, and he even forgot to observe the opponent's magic furnace.

He raised his sword and stopped in front of him, the gaze that stared at him in front of the box always made him feel cold, and that faint killing intent seemed to follow him. At the same time, he reached forward and drew a circle with decisive movements, trying to use the dimensional anchor to grab the assassin out of the shadow passage.

It's just that before he could finish drawing the spell, the box had already shown its shape in advance, and to his surprise, the other party did not come straight to him. The box flickered and appeared in front of the mercenaries.

The mercenaries were rising from the snow, and a shadow was already in front of them. The box only raised the sword in his hand, and the mercenary might not be able to stop him even if he was fully guarded, not to mention that at this moment, a blood mark crossed, and the mercenary immediately covered his neck and fell.

The box walked past him, and at the same time ripped the crossbow from his back, raised the crossbow, as if he had been immersed in the art for more than ten years, skillfully wound it with one hand, took aim, and shot an arrow, and one of the mercenaries fell to the ground. He didn't kill anyone, and the arrow hit the mercenary in the thigh, causing him to fall in a wail.

A sound of wind came from behind, and the chest threw a crossbow in that direction, and a mercenary slashed the crossbow with a sword. At the same time, the box turned around, and the speed seemed to be more than a step faster than before, and his left hand, wearing a magic glove, stretched out to the other party, "Stop." ”

The man immediately couldn't move, and with another push, the other man flew out sideways, knocking down three or four people in that direction.

The box felt itself speed up again, and as if it had a sense of induction, it backhanded a sword, causing a sneak attacker on the other side to break his right hand at the wrist, screaming and retreating backwards. "Shoot him!" The knight gave a loud order, ignoring the mercenaries who were scolding in their hearts, and the bounty hunters on the periphery held up their crossbows and wound their arrows.

Feathers flew, but the shape of the box suddenly became half-light and half-dark again, and the arrows passed through him, causing the mercenaries to fall in pieces. The box roamed behind each mercenary like an illusory shadow, and the mercenaries retreated in fear of such unpredictable abilities.

"Fence it out!" The chief knight shouted again, and all the knights drew their swords and unsheathed them, and surrounded them.

Not far from the battlefield, Sand Night let out a long whistle, she looked in that direction and gave an order to everyone around her: "Go help him!" ”

In fact, before she could give the order, Tianlan had already run over with the magic guide qin.

A long whistle echoed through the forest—

Hunters hiding everywhere emerge from under the bushes. As they turned back to comfort the women and children who were hiding in the shadows, they quickly picked up their weapons and leaped out of their hiding places. "It's Miss Sand Night's voice," the people exchanged ears, "Miss Sand Night is calling us, we need to help—"

Feathered arrows flew out from all over the forest, and the knights who were about to step forward turned back and raised their shields to block the arrows.

At this moment, the box was once again revealed, and he appeared behind one of the mercenaries and stabbed him through it with a sword. But he still did not kill, and the sword passed under the shoulder blade of the opponent's right shoulder, bringing up a fountain of blood, and the man fell to his knees with a wail.

The box was hit with a single blow, and once again turned into a wandering shadow - but then the knight's magic was finally completed, and a dimensional anchor fell, forcing the chest to pop out of the shadow passage. Seeing this, the mercenaries shouted in unison, and pounced in this direction with great ferocity.

It's just that the box stopped very calmly, and a sword blocked the scimitar that the mercenary slashed at him, and the slender blade was like a silver thread, cutting through the scimitar, like cutting paper. The man was dumbfounded, and watched as the blade of his sword stabbed at him, pointing straight at his throat—

The moment was as fast as it was at its peak, but it was as slow as time flowing in an hourglass in the perception of the box, and he even tilted his head slightly, withdrew his hand, deflected the blade of his sword, avoided the opponent's throat, and then slashed off one of the opponent's arms with a single sword.

Time resumed flowing, and the man clutched his arms and screamed as he fell backwards.

In his field of vision, more mercenaries were pouring in from that direction like a tidal wave.

The box raised his left hand, the silver light on the dark gloves flashed, and he pulled it hard, only to hear a loud bang, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, a giant pine that could only be hugged by two or three people was pulled up by an invisible force and flew sideways.

The mercenaries were so frightened that they immediately turned around and ran away, but they were still swept away—

Only two knights stepped forward, and the magic furnace behind them lit up at the same time, leaping high, and flying towards the box like ribbed wings.

But the box raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and he dodged the other party's sword with a difference of a few millimeters on one side, which looked dangerous and dangerous, but everything was extremely slow in the eyes of the box. He took a step forward, pierced the opponent's magic furnace with a sword, and then picked it away, and the penetrating power directly ripped through the protection of the knight's magic furnace, and ripped the magic furnace off his body with a 'bang', scattering the parts all over the ground.

He turned his sword back, and slashed it through the throat of the defenseless knight.

A bead of warm blood flew out.

The box turned around again, and a purple flame ignited on the sword, slashing towards the other knight, "Crow Feather Sword!" The knight was so shocked by this scene that his voice almost changed his tone, "How could you do this!?" He originally raised his sword to block, but looked at the flames on the sword and hurriedly retracted his sword.

But before he could do it, the box had already swept over him with a sword, cutting him into two pieces along with his armor and flying sideways. The box was slightly stunned, and he put away the sword and looked at it, he didn't expect this sword to be so powerful.

However, after killing the two knights, he did not step forward, but looked at the knight chief, turned around and continued to walk towards the mercenaries. The knight took a step back involuntarily, but unlike the terrified mercenaries, he finally saw something at this moment.

The more he looked, the more wrong it became, at first his own men could at least walk back and forth on the other hand, but now they couldn't even catch up. The other party's speed has reached a terrifying speed, and it seems that even walking will leave a blood-colored afterimage behind him.

The chief knight suddenly realized something, and shouted: "Retreat, knight!" ”

In fact, there is no need for him to shout, the mercenaries have lost all fighting spirit, and they originally thought that they could pile up victory with human lives, but now it seems to have become an unrealistic fantasy.

The knights walked past the mercenaries and stepped forward with their swords raised.

The box finally stopped at this moment, and he looked at the rows of knights, and thought to himself that it was almost there.

He looked around again, and the companions of the Sandy Night, her Electors, and the Hunters were pouring out from all over the forest to join the battle. Those men were too weak to be worth mentioning in front of mercenaries and knights, but they still came.

He raised his sword and pressed the blade to his brow.

Then he raised his sword and slashed forward.

At that moment, almost everyone felt that the narrow blade of the sword seemed to separate the space, making the forest dark. A low screech was heard, what seemed to be something, surging out of the forest.

Immediately, they saw countless wings fly out of the shadows, and they were countless crows, whistling out from behind the chest, from among the dark shadows. They spread their wings and swept behind the boy, screaming like a flowing shadow towards the knights in front of them.

The knights' eyes widened, and they saw the cold claws hidden under their wings, and they hurriedly raised their arms in front of them, and the crows swooped down, slamming against the metal armor like a howling storm. But their claws still stained with blood through the gaps in their armor, or through the exposed parts of the knights.

As the blood scattered, the box took a step forward.

And in that step, the knight in the distance saw not flickering minions or scattered wings from among the countless crows, but a pair of dark, faint, icy eyes—and the gaze in those eyes seemed to be directed at the heart, looking at the weakest part of his heart.

The moment the box took a step forward, he turned into a raven in the eyes of all; The raven spread its wings, and under its pitch-black feathers were covered with eyes that shimmered with a crimson light; And the next moment, the crimson color turned into a blood-colored streamer, like a star falling into the night sky.

Almost all of them didn't see what was happening at that moment, because it was so fast, so fast that it had exceeded the limits of human vision, like a blood-red thread that separated the night, and that line split the heavens and the earth in two, and everything between the heavens and the earth was silent.

The knight's throat was only a gurgling sound.

He struggled to turn around, but all he could do was separate his upper and lower bodies, and he fell, falling into the snow, raising up a bloody snowflake.

The boy gathered his body in the black mist, stood still in place, he raised his sword, gently tucked it into its sheath, and a dark light disappeared with the blade.

It was as if everyone heard a deep voice:

"I am the only one who can dominate my sword."

……

When Fang Yu walked into the dark hall, the hall was empty.

Blackbow walked in from the outside with a person, stopped behind Fang Yu, and looked up at the tall statue with an indistinct face in the center of the hall. The icon of Adanrian stood sacred and solemn, watching everyone who walked into the hall. Blackbow pursed his lips and drew his sword and stepped forward, but Fang Ou reached out to stop him—they had come to take the place back, not to blaspheme.

Adan Ryan is a member of the Orin gods, who died in the last catastrophe, and although it is prophesied that he will return to this world as the Rachy King, the god of Rachel, the god has been blessed with the land. Moreover, there is no need for this.

Regarding Fang Yuan's stopping, Blackbo was noncommittal, and only silently withdrew his sword. He glanced at the young man with some awe before he replied:

"They all ran away first."

"Them?"

"The temple has at least one Raven Knight here, and there is a Patriarch, and that great knight is called Femoun-Grey Flame, and I know him, and that guy is quite a proud man." Blackberg replied that this was the reason why he had reverence for the plover. Originally, he expected at least one fierce battle, but he didn't expect the other party to flee from the wind. While the people of the Ravental Templar may have known the outcome of the battle outside the inn, the knights could still fight once they were resurrected.

Fang Yu couldn't help but think of the high-ranking knight with scorched eyes he met in the inn, and he didn't know if the other party's Femoen-Gray Flame was the same person, he should have noticed Sylvide's identity in the first place. He originally had some questions he wanted to ask this person, but he didn't expect the other party's sense of smell to be so sensitive, so he left first.

Only this empty temple was left for them.

At this moment, a ranger of the "Redeemed" hurriedly walked in from outside the hall and said to them, "Commander, Mr. Eddard, there are people outside who want to see you. ”

"What's wrong?" Blackbow asked, looking back.

"The Chosen One," replied the Ranger, "they say they are the Spear of the Silver Forest, Mr. Eddard, and the leader says he knows you." ”

"The Spear of the Silver Forest?" Fang Yu was slightly stunned and turned his head: "The person of the spear of the silver forest, know me?" What's his name, Wu Di, Liuliyue? ”

"No," Ranger shook his head, "he said his name was Thrush." ”

"Thrush?"

……

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