In the second relief, the battle is like a wave, and the blood flows like the sea. The boundless lightly armed cavalry charged at the poorly armored Kalad ancestors like a furious tide, and the Kalad Holy Emperor carried several arrows on his back, roared and did not retreat, charging against the trend, inspiring the five warriors behind him to march side by side, inspiring the defeated soldiers to fight back frantically, and the thorn flower banner of the Kallad royal family bloomed like a battlefield flower. On the cliff in the distance, a heavily armed female knight looked coldly.

Under the drawing, there is another line of words: "The enemy raised 100,000 cavalry to attack my battle formation, and the sea of spears broke my sword and axe, and the blood flowed for ten miles and could not be stopped." When the whole army was in danger, the emperor was excited, and led the five saints to counterattack and kill hundreds of enemies. ”

A line of words was also engraved under the words, and the font was elegant and handsome: "With five people breaking a hundred, the posture of the ancestors is fascinating, and the sword of Phils Mukchenn can not be used as - Sakya Garon." ”

The third relief is divided into upper and lower volumes, and in the first volume, the two armies face each other, shouting mightily. The Ill Emperor of Karad dances like the wind, and fights fiercely with a knight. The knight's helmet was swept off by a sword, revealing long flowing hair, but he was undaunted, and the spear in his hand was like a poisonous snake, stabbing the shield of King Kadera. In the second volume, the knight in front of the first king knelt on one knee, his spear was flat, as if he had been surrendered, and thousands of troops and horses appeared behind him, and a galloping cavalry corps with spears faintly appeared.

There are only a few words under the painting, "The first king took the power of great victory and built Fort Wincode." When the lord of the enemy country broke the battle on behalf of his brother, he fought seven battles and drew seven with the first king, and surrendered sincerely. The king saw the maple leaves all over the mountain, so he gave the red leaves and gave the name Nosamu. There were knights in Kalade. ”

There is also a line of words under the word. However, it was cut by someone with a sword, and only the four beautiful and agile ancient characters of "Because of Love" were faintly revealed.

The fourth and fifth paintings depict the tragic scenes of the battle of the four directions, in which thousands of boats race and thousands of horses gallop. The sword is like a forest, the halberd is like the sea, but there is no figure of the first emperor, Nosamu and the rest of the five saints. Engraved under each of the two paintings is a line of fine words: "The Battle of Paraven, where the sword in the stone perished." The descendants of Sildr Hart, the emperor wept blood in grief, and his capital was here. ”

The other is engraved with the words "Seven out of ten, the world is determined." The hatred of one race, the rise and fall of all nations. "I saw that I had no ancestors. Baedmund and Blake looked at the last one with great interest.

In the last picture, the seriously wounded Oroya Nosamu was hit by several arrows. With a crying baby in his arms, he jumped from the huge city wall, followed by countless pursuers. On the city walls, the frail and old face of Emperor Karad was illusory, and another one was seven points similar to him. A young face smiling coldly. And under the city walls. Three knights with various weapons jumped on their horses and ran towards Nosamu.

The zigzag blade under the painting is disordered, and it is obvious that the depicted human feelings are excited, and they can't help themselves. "The world is decided, and the same room is in charge. The younger brother of the emperor, killed his brother and seized the throne, fortunately with red leaves and goshawks...... Loyal and good take my prince and enshrine him in the far north. Yes. The Six Saints turned against each other, and the sword of Fils Muchenn perished. The spear of Momiji Nosamu does not know what to do. And the puppet emperor is a descendant of the five saints, looking for the prince to seal the duke of the border. ”

The words under the wall were scratched by people with knives and guns, and only the four words "live up to the previous covenant" were guessed according to the upper and lower fragments. However, under the ancient characters, there is a new line of engraving, the font is Swadia, the pen is sharp, as if engraved by the tip of a gun:

"A hundred years of the sea, the reincarnation of heaven. The blood of the emperor, the ice and snow are exchanged, and the descendants of the red leaves, the light and shadow are intertwined. Now that I have obtained the bloodline of the Holy Emperor, my descendants of Red Leaves should live up to the previous promise and re-establish the banner of the king of Paraven - Robert Nosamu. ”

"Parabun...... Robert Nossam. Baedmund's eyes glowed with a strange glow in the darkness, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Click-" The door of the tower suddenly closed heavily, and the huge stone tablet trembled and turned from left to right, making a creaking and screeching sound. On the back of the monument is another inscription in the same handwriting:

"Die here, this is my tombstone for you. Ared Nosamu - Descendant of the Shadow of the Red Leaves. ”

"Bastard—" Bemond's gritted curse came to an abrupt halt, and the ground in front of the stele suddenly cracked to the sides, and he and Blake were caught off guard and fell into the depths of endless darkness. The separate ground creaked and shook and snapped back together.

The black tower is immortal, and the snow is still on the snowy mountain.

When Baedmund woke up in the darkness, he felt as if his whole body was torn, and the clothes on his body had long been shapeless, and he was weak even to turn his fingers, and the water under his hands was overflowing, but fortunately it was cold, vaguely in the shape of a snow wolf's teeth.

"Cloth ...... Lake," he called hoarsely, but all he heard was the echo of the emptiness and the staccato of the water, and he gritted his teeth and waited for his body to recover. After a long time of toiling in darkness and despair, Baedmund feebly counted the time, and finally on the third night, he was finally able to stand up staggering against the wall, so he pinned the snow wolf's fangs, and struggled to find his companion in front of him.

The sound of the water crescens out, the smell of moisture fills the air, and the tentacles of the hand are covered with moss. It turned out that under the abyss, there was a turbulent underground dark river crossing through, and the two of them happened to fall into the river, although they were separated from each other by the impact of the river, but after all, they were lucky not to die. Unexpectedly, there was a warm river hidden under the tower, so Robert did not set up another ambush, which was a blessing.

Baedmun's heart moved, and he looked for the river to rest and stop, searched for several hours, replenished a few mouthfuls of sweet and cold river water, and felt that his body was restored. So he eagerly searched in the opposite direction, back and forth several times, and finally saw a faint silver light on the upper reaches of the dark river.

"Blake!" said Bedmund, overjoyed, and despite the fact that her wound had just scarred, she plunged into the cold river and swam towards the silver light on the opposite bank, only to find that it was Abile who had been deeply embedded in the bank.

He pulled out Abile and looked around anxiously, until he finally saw a blood-stained Black lying prone on the riverbank, and a small black snake was firmly biting her snow-like calf. Bemond was so anxious that he roared in anger, and he drew his sword, leaped, and rushed forward, and in his hand he slashed his sword into two, and swung a silver light that split the unknown little snake into three, and hugged his unconscious friend tightly, tears dripping down the girl's bloodstained face like broken chains.

"When I'm dead...... Are you crying?" Blake struggled to open his eyes, "The sound of that sword just now is like that of Philae Inhardt's sword." ”

"Your grandfather said that the real power is to protect," Bemond burst into tears, "but I can't protect anything." ”

"Do you have any wine? I'm so cold. The girl muttered, her eyebrows twisted in pain, and her calves gradually turned a faint purple, "Otherwise, tell me your story, Bellmond, I don't know yet...... I don't know what you're here for...... Although I have nothing to say to you, I can't see through you, and I don't know what you're thinking. ”

"Okay, I'll tell you today, and I'll tell you in the future, every day, until you're annoyed, open your eyes and listen to me, don't close your eyes. I watched my father die, and I didn't want to have that experience again. Bedmund stopped her tears, tore off her blouse and twisted it into a rope, carried the angry girl on her back, pinned the snow wolf's tooth and Abilee around her waist, and walked towards the dark river step by step, "I will take you out, let you listen to my story, and live with me!"

"My ancestors were the Nords of the Far North, and they have been brave warriors and nobles for generations. Thirty years ago, my grandfather, Bedmund Bihof, Tez, followed the Nord god of war to invade Swadia, killed my maternal grandfather, Arred Nosam, and made my mother Oroya a slave - but my kind father fell in love with her uncontrollably, and for this heavy love, my grandfather and many others died in the war. Baedmund waded through the raging river, biting her lip and bleeding, stimulating her weak legs, and dragging her steps towards the bottom of the river, "Listen to my story, don't die!"

"I'm so cold...... Baedmont. ”

"It's okay, I'll keep telling you stories. Bedmund's feet had already bled from the hard gravel, but he endured the pain and kept his tone calm, "My family was defeated and crushed by a Swadian nobleman named Harlaus, and my grandfather was killed in battle. And Harlaus's revenge doesn't stop there. He lay in ambush outside the valley where my grandfather's funeral was held, and launched a second ambush on the Nords who had come to pay their respects, and nearly stabbed our king to death. His Majesty was enraged and abolished the fiefs and titles of the Bikhov family, called my father 'Oldman of disgrace,' and belittled my father and mother as lowly peasants in the village of Kwen. ”

"Hmm...... Hello bitter, Baedmund. ”

"Ever since I was born, I have faced endless humiliation and bullying from the children next door. And my father always silently watched me being beaten to the ground by other children, so I had a bitter hatred for him when I was a child. Until one day, I woke up in the middle of the night crying from the pain of my whole body, and when I got up, I saw my father standing in the wood-wood hut in a daze, crying over a flag and axe on the wall, and his sick body trembling with coughing. ”

He didn't look back, but he knew I was behind me. Suddenly he hugged me tightly and stained my shirt with tears. That was the first time I realized that my father was so old and fragile, and I forgave him in an instant. ”

"My child," he said, handed me the flag and axe embroidered with the snow wolf. Remember, we come from the other side of the sea, we are the descendants of the snow wolves of Bihov, not farmers, but born warriors - we have migrated for generations to the southern sea, and we have finally come to Swadia, and therefore we will not return. I wanted you to be an ordinary farmer, but I dreamed of your grandfather's face every day and every night, so I couldn't let the story of the snow wolf end in me. (To be continued......)