(Alphonse Chapter)
Kingdom of Valentino, Alchemy Year 130...
The thousands of lights in the palace are as bright as ever. In the palace, the banquet between King Valentino and his courtiers lasted until the early morning when the moon was dim and stars were shining.
Among the courtiers who were drinking, only one confidant, Fan Rexo, was left.
"It turns out that the young man named "Alphonse" was really the companion Pricia met during her adventure after she secretly escaped from the palace. A few days ago, my daughter ran over to me with joy and told me that this young man was the friend I lost seven years ago. "Wang took advantage of the wine to talk about the young man who amazed everyone with his martial arts in the duel that day.
On the day when the Royal Cavalry returned to the capital after the battle, Alphonse defeated the giant warriors from the Southern Barbarians in one fell swoop on the duel field where the warriors of the kingdom gathered.
As for this rough man, he was so powerful that even the Imperial Cavalry could not defeat him.
But Alphonse, who suddenly appeared in front of everyone, only held a wooden stick to fight against his giant blade.
Not only that, but he was knocked to the ground with just one sword technique, unable to move. Having acquired such superb martial arts, he is completely different from the "powerless Alphonse" whom Pricia once described.
If the kingdom has such a prodigy, the king firmly believes that the king's army will be strengthened.
Alphonse even had a head-to-head sword duel with Van, using a surprising trick to knock the opponent's sword away, causing Van to lose.
From this we can see that——
In the future, Alphonse would be on the battlefield as a general. Not only are his martial arts skills unparalleled, but his military strategies are also unexpected. Alphonse will be a good general.
However, he is not suitable to join the Royal Knights managed by Van Rexor.
During his long life abroad, he had never received formal training from the royal army.
What is revealed in his uninhibited eyes is the bold chivalrous spirit.
Alphonse is not suitable for the strict military discipline of the imperial cavalry, and is naturally inconsistent with the regular army.
One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. Alphonse is a rare general, and the Royal Cavalry only needs one general, Van Rexor, which is enough.
"If he and Pricia hadn't been separated in the sea of trees back then, he would have been under the Kingdom's banner long ago and would have become a famous general. But in his current state, he is really not suitable for the Royal Cavalry.
So the king asked him to take over the "Fire Eagle". If Alphonse is really a talented person, he will definitely be able to lead all the eagles who are strong-willed and first-class in strength. Wang really had good intentions in order to train him. "
""Those who know the King should not be confidant." Even my biological daughter Pricia did not understand the King's intentions, but you noticed it. "
Van Rexo's words won Wang's praise.
In fact, Fan deliberately told Pricia who was hiding behind the curtain in the palace.
He glanced behind him with the corner of his eye, showed a smile that even the king could hardly detect, and then drank the wine in one gulp.
"Tch, Fan Zhen... is becoming more and more like his father..." Priscilla, who was half-kneeling and eavesdropping under the wide curtain, pursed her lips.
At the same time, I was secretly grateful to the king for Alphonse's good intentions.
But whether he can complete his father's trial depends on him.
"Fan... you know, I felt the same way when I fell in love with you when you were still young."
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Drinking and having fun all day long. Empty wine bottles were smashed to the ground randomly, and the ceramic shards were no less than dirty footprints.
The soldiers were neglected in training and in disorganized order, not much different from the ignorant people wandering the streets.
Weapons are rusty and their remaining blades are dull. The bowstring is broken, and the horns of the shield are cracked.
This was the first impression Alfons had on the Kingdom's second knightly order, the Knights of the Eagle.
At this moment, he stared blankly at the night sky, recalling the irritating group of people, and his heart was filled with disappointment.
The king actually wanted to take over such a knighthood himself... No, they shouldn't be called knights.
There was already a feud with them from day one. Here's the thing.
At sunset, Alphonse specially summoned all the knights in the Eagle except the soldiers to announce the southern expedition.
Not to mention that a regular gathering actually took a full two-quarters of an hour, and not to mention that there were only six people called knights present - all of them looked listless and listless.
In the center of the lobby, there is a huge round table symbolizing freedom and equality.
It is said that this was specially made by the former captain for the Knights of the Eagle in order to imitate the legendary Knights of the Round Table in the West.
The former captain hopes that his warriors can be as brave as the Knights of the Round Table, stick to their creed, and treat each other as equals as brothers.
But if he saw today's situation in Tianzhiling, I don't know what he would think.
Counting Alphonse, there were only seven people present at the round table.
Not to mention the big, confused man who attended the meeting with a wine bottle in his hand, and the young man in gray clothes - there were actually underage children among them.
Is this the so-called Second Knights of the Kingdom?
"King Valentino asked me to come and meet with everyone in the Eagle, and assigned a mission. He asked me to lead the Knights of the Eagle to go to the south of the kingdom to quell the war."
"Southern Expedition?" The big man who was drinking asked pretending to be confused, and then he burped again. He no longer cared about it and continued to drink on his own.
Apart from showing their unwilling faces, they no longer had any other decent expressions to respond to the newly appointed leader Alphonse.
After a while, a deep voice sounded from the round table.
"For this reason, he specially called us here? The king actually thinks so highly of us that he wants us to march south? Boy, your ears are not full, did you hear wrong?"
The speaker was a young man next to him who was wearing shabby gray clothes and still wearing armor.
He looked more like a samurai than anyone else here. However, the samurai spirit that should have existed in him was nowhere to be seen.
The only thing that "still has the aura of a warrior" is his pair of extremely sharp eyes that are looking down on Alphonse at the moment.
I have to say that his eyes with his messy hair in the sea are very sharp.
Alfang faced this man and asked the Eagles in return: "Aren't you the Second Knights of the Kingdom?"
"Ha! The Second Knights! I haven't heard this ironic name for a long time!" The big man sat sideways with his left hand on the table, disapprovingly, "Ha, ha!"
"Does the king still pay attention to us at this time? The king sent a young boy here this time to get rid of me!"
The warriors present all laughed scornfully, and then there was an awkward silence for everyone, including Alphonse.
A mockery actually received more responses than an announcement of a southern expedition.
Alphonse felt very baffled, but more disappointed and angry in his heart.
"You, you...with such an attitude, can you still be considered a knighthood? Are you still considered a knight of the kingdom?"
"We are still knights. But you are not our knight captain."
After saying these words that contained a bit of contempt and anger, Huiyi got up, turned around and left the lobby without looking back.
It was obvious that the man in gray despised Alphonse. But I really don't know where his anger comes from.
The Eagles were very dissatisfied with the young "leader" who came to threaten to take over them, and their hearts were filled with a sense of rejection.
Today, the "leader" Alphonse was destroyed by the Eagles in front of him, putting him in such an embarrassing situation on the first day.
At this moment, he really felt that if they were all compared to flying eagles.
Then, trying to unite their military morale is as difficult as gathering them all in one place.
Extremely difficult.
"Big brother--"
Alphonse was lying on the endless grass at this time, until a childish voice calling him was heard not far away.
He stood up neatly and found that it was the young man who was attending today with the Eagles.
He was about fourteen or fifteen years old. His eyes were clear, his hair was blurred at night and seemed to be auburn, his skin was fair, and his clothes were neat. He did not look like a soldier who had been trained by the army at all.
"What's up?"
"Brother...are you still thinking about today's meeting?"
A child's sense of touch is always so keen that he can easily see through what he is thinking. At the same time, he also felt that the child was very innocent and simple, and he actually asked this bluntly.
Alphonse forced a smile and did not answer, but asked: "Why... why don't you go back to sleep?"
The child lay on the grass with Alphonse. His name is Olivier, and he is the youngest apprentice knight in the Knights. Although he is young, he has good friendships with other people.
"Big brother, actually... they are not bad people, really!"
Olivier sat up, a serious expression on his young cheeks.
This is the truth that children believe in.
Alphonse felt comforted in his heart that the first person to call him the leader of the group and regard himself as the leader was actually a child.
From Olivier's mouth, Alphonse learned the reason why the Knights of the Eagle were in such decline.
The Knights of the Fierce Eagle were once the most valiant knights in the kingdom, and their reputation even surpassed that of the Royal Knights who were directly affiliated with the royal family.
The former leader of Fierce Eagle was equally famous, and his strength was unmatched by anyone in the kingdom.
The battle flag of the blazing eagle once frightened countless enemies and even the demons living in the polar regions.
Their loyalty to serve the country was a fact that was obvious to all the people.
Five years ago, during the northern campaign, the Eagles were in a desperate battle with monsters, but failed to wait for reinforcements from the Royal Knights, and the entire army was defeated.
In order to allow the rest of the knights to retreat with their lives saved, the leader stood alone in front of the entire demon army, and finally died on the battlefield. When he sacrificed his life for the country, when the color of life lost his eyes, his figure still stood tall.
It is like a steel pillar standing on the battlefield that cannot be pulled down by the enemy.
After the headless Eagle returned, it gradually became decadent and lost its former charm.
Wang Nian asked them to rest for a while since they had past achievements, waiting for them to return to the battlefield.
"The brother who still wears armor is called Finchley, and he is a close friend of the former captain. He is the most loyal person to the Knights. But he is definitely not a bad person!"
The listener cannot feel the excitement in Olivier's heart.
"That armor was what Brother Finchley wore during his last battle!"
These words made Alphonse feel something. So he nodded in response, still feeling helpless in his heart.
Early the next morning, the Knights' training ground was as noisy as ever.
As soldiers, the only good habit they still retain is to get up early. This makes them look less depraved.
The hustle and bustle is like a busy market. To be precise, it looks like a casino belonging to the Knights themselves.
It turns out there are still people practicing. But when I looked closer, I found that they were just throwing darts in various ways for entertainment and competition with each other.
It's not really an exercise, it's just a casual activity.
The actual darts used for throwing have long since become rusty and have ceased to be their entertainment. They used short daggers with wooden handles as substitutes, which were cumbersome and more difficult, but they still had a great time playing.
There was the sound of sharp blades being hammered into wood. One of them threw the dagger casually, hitting only the outer edge of the target.
The lame trick elicited a burst of laughter. Even the one who made the fool of himself laughed.
"You've been playing for so long and you still don't know how to shoot, buddy."
The young man in gray threw down the half-eaten apple and gradually walked into their group, holding a dagger in his hand.
With a casual wave of his hand, the sharp blade was released and hit the red heart close to the center of the target with lightning speed.
A precise hit from five meters away. But since it was just thrown casually, the force was not very strong. The dagger only stabbed lightly on the wooden block without going deep.
"Hey, Finchley, how did you do it? Is there any trick you don't want to tell us?" The big man holding the wine bottle paused and joked.
Finchley returned to his original seat and said disapprovingly: "I just aimed at the center."
The inscrutable words he left behind made the big man squint his eyes and put on a puzzled expression.
There is no doubt that Finchley is the best dart thrower here.
"If the target in front is the monster's head, it will be killed regardless of whether it hits the red heart, right?"
His words caused another burst of laughter from everyone.
Monster...
It turns out that they still have the desire to hunt monsters. Having confirmed this, they are still knights.
However, what they are doing now is completely inseparable from their own decadence.
The young man who just entered the training ground thought so.
No one noticed Alphonse's arrival.
No one would have thought to notice Alphonse's arrival.
"Ah, the eldest brother of the group——" Olivier, who noticed Alphonse first, shouted hello.
The warriors gathered in front of the target turned their heads and glanced at the young man known as "the leader" with complicated eyes.
The sharpest thing is Finchley's cheetah-like eyes, dissatisfied and contemptuous.
The venue suddenly became quiet.
It was obvious that he was not intimidated by the "leader"'s courage, but no one said anything.
What is the leader doing here? Do you want to reprimand them severely and order them to start training immediately, or do you want to blend in with them and have fun together?
Without saying a word, Alphonse used his toes to lift one of the daggers that fell to the ground, and skillfully caught it with his useful left hand.
He threw it hard, with a lot of movement. According to common sense, the larger the throwing motion, the more flaws there will be and the lower the accuracy.
Everyone didn't know why, so they thought he was just a novice who picked up darts for the first time.
Until his dart also hit the heart, almost touching Finchley's original one. This made them change their minds.
The force was so strong that it penetrated deeply into the wood, and the shock caused by the target finally even knocked off the dagger that Finchley had stabbed previously.
In fact, his movements were like those of an experienced warrior, all in one go. As for the control of intensity, it just meets his additional needs.
The warriors who wanted to laugh out loud a moment ago swallowed the laughter and became silent, staring at this young man who made an astonishing move with wide eyes.
“Not just aiming for the center – but also knocking other opponents out.”
The training ground was so silent that almost everyone heard Alphonse's words.
Finchley stared at Alphonse with sharp eyes again, much sharper than the dagger in his hand, and his anger changed from cold to burning flames.
Everyone was very surprised by this. The new guy was actually better than him at throwing darts.
From this move, they also learned that the person in front of them was not a so-called young boy, but a warrior with a certain degree of strength.
What surprised everyone even more was that this man could actually ignite Finchley, a samurai who had been depressed since the death of the leader, with a strong fighting spirit again.
Alphonse seemed intent on provocation.
He was very dissatisfied with what Finchley said at yesterday's meeting, as well as the rudeness and arrogance in it. Since you disobey me, I will use my strength to completely defeat you and make you surrender.
Finchley was not only ignited with fighting spirit, but also full of anger. So far, there is only one person who can surpass him in strength.
However, this person is no longer in the world. No one is qualified to override him. However, the young man in front of me, not to mention that this guy is actually qualified to inherit the position of leader of the Knights of the Eagle, is he still provoking me in front of everyone today?
This was intolerable to Finchley, who had always been unruly.
The dispute between the two began.
It was seven days later when Alphonse came to the training ground for the second time.
The night before, Finchley "invited" Alphonse to compete with him again.
By now, his contemptuous attitude towards Alphonse had completely disappeared.
Although he was not fully recognized as the leader of the Knights in his heart, instead there was a sense of competition and comparison.
Today is another round target showdown.
Finch polished the knife in his hand with a rag.
There is no room for any dullness, including the dart thrower's own dullness.
From the last dart throwing scene, it can be seen that the opponent named Alphonse in front of him is a warrior whose strength is equal to his own.
Like last time, Finchley was the first to hit the target. The sharp blade in his hand was still as precise as before, and this time it was even more ferocious, as if the target was not just a target, but the head of a living monster.
The tip of almost half the length of the dagger hit the target.
Finchley's skillful throwing skills caused everyone to gasp in surprise.
Even if the entire target is knocked to the ground, it cannot be separated from the dagger.
I'm afraid the only way to get this sharp blade away from its target is to pick it with a sword.
The red heart was completely pierced by the sharp blade, and the narrow area inside the red heart had cracked.
This time Finchley did not leave any space for Alphonse's dagger to take advantage of the gap that was about to follow.
It seemed that he had won the dart throw this time.
Alphonse ignored the cheers for Finchley and silently raised his left hand holding the dart.
As always, no loss of power and precision. But this time, Alphonse's target was the end of the wooden handle of Finchley's dagger.
The subsequent daggers bite tightly on the end of the first dagger.
Looking vertically, there is no doubt that Alphonse also hit the "red heart".
Such an amazing scene. Seeing this, the cheers stopped immediately.
"How... did you do that?" The question that his partner asked him last time was said by Finchley, who was still convinced.
"Although you have covered the red heart, my target is always there. What I am aiming at is not your dart, but the red heart that has always been in its original position."
Finchley was speechless.
"Is your target obscured by any other blinders, Finchley?"
Alphonse threw out a sentence with another meaning, hoping that he or anyone present would have a reply.
But Finchley remained speechless.
Facing the soldiers and knights who had been eating, drinking and having fun around him, Alphonse truly felt this time that he had said something completely useless to Finchley and them.
So his face darkened, he turned his head wordlessly and left the training ground.
There is no winner in this duel.
Finchley was not indifferent. After some thinking, he also ran out.
Alphonse walked along the outer edge of the corridor and passed the stables with a blank look on his face, so he walked in curiously.
The horses, abandoned by their owners five years ago, are taken care of by the kind-hearted Olivier. But apart from sufficient feed, there is nothing else left for them.
Alphonse picked up the saddle that was scattered on the ground and patted the dust on it. It had been neglected for a long time, and the saddle had fallen into disuse since the war horse was left behind.
The war horses that galloped across the battlefield were once heroes no less than warriors. According to legend, dead knights would be reincarnated into horses.
They house the souls of brave men, but now they stay in their respective positions with dull expressions. They are extremely young and seem to plan to hide in the stables and enjoy their old age.
The desolate scene of the war horses is not much more exaggerated than the decadent scene of the knights.
Knights of the Eagle.
Why is the Knights of the Eagle in front of me like this, why is the Second Knights who lost their leader like this...
Alphonse closed his eyes and began to miss Desfil. In the past, when I encountered unsolvable difficulties, the first thing I would do was return to the Holy Dragon and beg for help.
Each time, Desfil allowed Alphonse to carry out his beliefs.
More than seven years have passed. Today, Desfil has become Alphonse's own belief.
As Finchley walked through the long corridor, he occasionally heard the murmur of men praying quietly from the stables that no one had stepped into for a long time.
"I really can't do anything to lead them. The warriors of Fierce Eagle are all unruly, free and unrestrained by nature, and they are all top-notch strong men.
It’s evident in everything they say and do to me.
As the successor of the Fierce Eagle, I cannot compare with the previous leader. There is a huge difference. There is nothing I can do to rekindle their former prowess.
You asked me to serve the Kingdom to the best of my ability, and I am already fulfilling my promise. The King knew that I was not suitable for the Royal Knights, so he asked me to come here and lead the Second Knights. But……
Now that the Southern Expedition is underway, the Eagles have not yet united. Facing the Southern Barbarians, they will definitely be defeated without a fight.
When that moment of destruction befell me and my warriors, I felt ashamed of you, of the king's expectations, and of the former leader of the Lieying Eagle..."
Finchley seemed to have once again witnessed the shadow of a certain person - the back of the leader who knelt before the gods and prayed devoutly for his fellow warriors before the last common battle.
"Alphonse, I don't like men who kneel before gods."
He was startled and turned around suddenly to find Finchley walking into the stable from the door.
"Desfil is not a god, but a relative of mine. You can say that she is my teacher and my mother."
"When you encounter difficulties, do you rush to your teachers and your relatives for help? The newly sent so-called leader is indeed another childish kid!"
These words completely angered Alphonse. He clenched his fists hard and released flames from his eyes towards his companions for the first time.
Finchley ignored his anger and picked up a dark saddle and put it on the back of his own horse.
He stroked the pony of heroes who had been with him through life and death and regarded as brothers and sisters, "Do you know why I hate you so much? I hate your cowardice! We still long for the wind and sand of the battlefield, the scorching sun of the battlefield, and the roar of victory. .
However, rather than letting a coward and incompetent man lead us to the battlefield and let us die on the battlefield, it is better for us to continue as we are now. "
Alphonse was stunned.
cowardly……
Finchley took out something heavy from his armor.
That was the silver mask left behind by the former leader.
He looked at it carefully for a while, then solemnly handed the mask to the person in front of him, indicating: "This is the token left by the former regiment leader. Please think about it before the southern expedition. When did you know how to use the momentum and majesty?" Come face your partner and wear it.”
Alphonse understood at this moment - they were waiting for a general who could lead them to the battlefield again.
But in five long years, no such suitable person appeared.
Every knight of the Eagle has an unyielding heart.
As Finchley said, rather than letting a cowardly and incompetent person lead the knights to the battlefield and let them die on the battlefield, it is better to let them continue to wait as they are now.
"If you have leadership skills like the former captain, I will be the first to follow you. Swear by the sword and do what you say. Not only me, but everyone in Lieying also holds this idea."
"Even so, you...have to face your new leader with the same heroic posture as usual. You not only have to face me, but also the ferocious enemy."
Alphonse finally said this to Finchley.
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Since then, the Eagles have gradually resumed their usual training. Alphonse felt that it was definitely not because the unruly Eagles surrendered to him, nor because the Southern Expedition was approaching, but perhaps more because something that once existed in their hearts was slowly awakening - after all Whether it was the aura of the battlefield or the desire for victory, Alphonse didn't know.
If the current situation continues and the trend is good, before the Southern Expedition, the momentum and combat power of the Eagles should be restored to the same as before.
The change began on the day when the bishop of the Kingdom Church visited the Eagle Palace.
The bishop's visit also brought an order from the king - a dismissal order that the Eagles did not expect.
Undoubtedly, this was a pot of cold water that dampened the knights' growing ambitions, and it also made Alphonse even more confused by King Alphonse's sudden order.
It had only been less than three months since he came to Lie Ying, but Wang was actually eager to dismiss Lie Ying who had not yet recovered his morale?
The order stipulates that all soldiers of the Knights of the Eagle will "disarm and return to their fields" and must evacuate the palace in three days.
The Knights' base, the Eagle Palace, will be taken back by the royal army, the Royal Cavalry, and will be owned by the public. As for future uses, the base area will be restored to a livestock farm.
In the past five years, everyone has not achieved anything like this. So at this moment of disbandment, not only did they not get a cent of the king's work, they also couldn't get any money or goods from the disbandment.
After being dismissed, they could either return home alone or stay in the royal capital as they wished. The members of the Second Knights of the Royal Order were left to fend for themselves.
However, the compulsory conscription system at that time forced them to leave their hometowns, and they have never returned to their hometowns since then.
The soldiers had not been back to their homes for who knows how long, and there was nowhere else to go. After more than ten years apart, I still know the relatives and friends I know well, but I wonder how many are left?
After hearing with their own ears the king's decision brought by the bishop, the Lieying people felt unwilling to accept it. But he had to admit that this was the ultimate consequence of his decadence and decadence, and he couldn't refute it.
The big man slammed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground, got up and left angrily.
Among the people, pairs of confused eyes were passing each other, and one person asked in a weak voice: "What should we do now?"
It seems that they urgently need a loud order to unite their military morale and guide them on the right path.
"Wait a minute - continue training! Recharge your batteries and start the southern expedition in three days!"
As the leader of the regiment, Alphonse gave orders to his warriors with an extremely loud voice. His tone and momentum were unprecedented and unparalleled, shocking everyone around him.
Finch stood up sharply, his face calm. He walked to the corner of the training ground and picked up the sword that he had not touched for a long time.
"First Squadron of the Fierce Eagle, follow me! Meet at the second training ground in half a quarter of an hour! Anyone who is late will be dealt with according to military law!"
At this point, all we can do is follow Alphonse's orders and prepare for the southern expedition.
Fierce Eagle conducted intense training for the early arrival of the southern expedition.
They prepared sufficient food and grass overnight, repaired damaged weapons, mended worn-out cloth armor, and arranged marching routes.
More importantly, Alphonse restored the morale of the army.
An anxious last day. The Bishop came to take back the Palace of the Eagle. On this day, the Eagles gathered outside the lobby.
In order to prevent the Eagles from causing riots, the bishop specially led a detachment of the Royal Knights to intimidate and "suppress" them.
The knights of the Royal Cavalry detachment are fierce and tough. Anyone who disobeys the king's orders is the enemy of the Royal Cavalry.
The bishop was angry when he saw that the gangsters of Fierce Eagle had not yet evacuated and were training day and night as usual. He threatened that anyone who stayed in the palace for a moment longer would be treated with swords by his royal cavalry.
Seeing the indifferent appearance of the Lieying people, the Imperial Cavalry was about to take action.
But at this moment——
"Who dares to touch my people!"
Alphonse, armed with a long sword, walked out of the palace and shouted sharply in a tone of fearlessness and disregard for orders.
A boy followed closely behind him, it was Olivier. Judging from the situation, it was probably Olivier who informed Alphonse about the arrival of the Royal Cavalry.
The stern sound penetrated both inside and outside the palace. The royal knights who formed a circle outside the palace were frightened by the momentum and took a few steps back.
What he was wearing was the pure white armor he wore during the duel in the arena that day. At this time, the leader Alphonse was exuding an unprecedented ice magic breath, making everyone, including the Eagles, Afraid.
The enraged Alphonse revealed his reverse scale with magic breath as low as freezing point.
"You...how dare you disobey the king's order!"
The bishop hid behind the army of royal cavalry, letting several royal cavalry protect him. He pointed at the pure white knight, straightened his trembling body, and cursed loudly.
Alphonse retorted: "I also obeyed the king's order and prepared for the southern expedition! I was personally appointed in front of the king. Compared with the so-called king's order brought by the bishop, I believe in the king's appointment that I personally heard. "
"Bullshit! What are you doing standing there! Catch him!"
Three royal warriors stood in front of Alphonse aggressively, armed and ready to fight.
Among the eagles behind him, one of them - the big man who used to only carry a wine bottle, now carried a pair of giant mallets and stepped forward shoulder to shoulder, wanting to help Alphonse, but was stopped by him. .
Alphonse saw that the three royal knights in front had already rushed over with a sudden attack. He then put the long sword back into the leather sheath on his waist, and then kicked up a wooden stick on the ground with his toes, intending to use it to meet the enemy.
"careful!"
I don’t know who among the eagles shouted to Alphonse.
At the same time, several silent hidden arrows were shot from the top of the Eagle Palace.
Alphonse didn't look back, but quickly took a step back with his right foot and raised his right hand. The armor then brought up a cold wind curtain with the fluttering cloak. Such a strong magic power rushed towards the arrow, making almost All the hidden arrows that were about to touch Olivier were broken and fell to the ground.
Olivier was frightened and took a breath.
"Magic... turns out to be magic!" When the bishop realized that the leader of the Fierce Eagle was a magic practitioner, he also felt the suddenly cold air.
After performing such an action, Alfons faced the three swords of the Imperial Cavalry.
The weapon in his left hand, the wooden stick, had not been disturbed by the previous attack. He was on standby and ready to "draw his sword and strike" at the right time.
Before Olivier could recover from the situation where he was almost attacked, he vaguely saw that the imperial cavalry had begun to use force.
In mid-air, an arc-shaped white light was swung out by the wooden sword that was slashing horizontally, knocking down the incoming imperial knight to the ground.
If the sword used to perform swordsmanship was not a wooden stick but a real sharp sword in the sheath, this sharp sword-drawing blow with magical power would have long ago killed the few warriors of the Imperial Cavalry who rushed forward recklessly. .
Then several more warriors fell under Alphonse's "Wooden Sword".
Seeing this situation, everyone in the Imperial Cavalry shrank back. Even if all the troops in the detachment came up with their swords in hand, they might not be able to capture the palace easily. Moreover, it seems that Alphonse has not yet taken action, and neither have the Eagles.
Alphonse took out the white and silver mask and fastened it on his face.
This was the item Finchley had given Alphonse in the stables not long ago.
The Mask of the Eagle is the symbol of the leader of the Knights of the Eagle.
The bishop secretly thought that the newly appointed leader of the Fiery Eagles was not only no weaker than the previous leader, but actually seemed more troublesome.
"How dare you disobey the king's order, Alphonse, your end has come!"
Looking at the bishop who was protected by many warriors at the back, who looked more cowed than anyone else but spoke loudly, Alphonse dropped the stick and slowly took out the long sword from his waist.
Seeing this, the Eagles also stepped forward one after another. The big man shouted the slogan of fighting, and Finchley stood side by side with the leader, with the two swords in his hands reflecting the brilliance of the scorching sun.
The Royal Cavalry had never seen the Fierce Eagle, the second knight of the Kingdom, with such fierce fighting spirit since five years ago.
"Royal Knights, retreat! Alphonse, your end will come soon! Just wait and see."
The bishop left such harsh words and angrily led the Royal Cavalry detachment to evacuate Lieying's base.
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"So, that boy Alphonse disobeyed my order today?"
The king paused in mid-air with his right hand holding the chess piece in shock, turned his head to look at the reporting bishop, and said in disbelief.
The bishop nodded repeatedly.
The king then looked at his opponent sitting on the chessboard in the same row as him - Van Rexo, and no longer cared about the bishop's report.
Although the outcome was undecided on the chessboard, the king asserted to Van Rexor as if he had won:
"Fan... It seems that I have won this game of chess. Look, the white "rook" - I really did not see the wrong person. "
Looking at the battle situation on the chessboard - the white "rook" in the king's hand moved from its original position, unexpectedly passing through the black chess net and reaching the bottom line of the black chess field.
A straight line connects the trapped Black Emperor and White's rook - this is a criss-cross killer.
Fan tried his best to find a way to solve Bai Che or Bao Wang's desperate situation.
Soon after, he gave up the chess game and smiled in resignation, "I am still young and my chess skills are not good. I cannot see the mystery of the chess formation carefully laid out by the king. It seems that the problem of the southern boundary no longer requires the king to worry too much." Now, if there is an eagle that can flap its wings and fly again."
"That's not right, I have one more person to worry about..."
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That evening, outside the door, Olivier helped carry weapons and provisions to the carriage parked nearby;
Inside the door, Alphonse had a rare opportunity to drink and have fun with the Eagles.
"In fact, if Alphonse hadn't stopped him, I would have rushed forward and beaten the imperial knight to pieces!"
The big man took another sip of wine and boasted to the soldiers with the strength of the wine.
"Haha, isn't it you, Douglas, who stood still with the hammer and just shouted "Go!" "Finchley teased his companions unceremoniously, while gnawing on a mountain pear, holding a dagger in one hand, skillfully throwing it and accurately hitting the target's red heart.
Provoked a burst of laughter.
Then, everyone stared at Alphonse, who had been silent and just sitting on the side, thinking about something.
He didn't take off his armor, but he looked a little tired.
Finchley stepped forward and handed a bottle of wine to Alphonse, "After thinking about it for so long, if you come up with any countermeasures, just tell me. If you still have no clue, don't waste any more energy and continue. Compete with me in throwing!”
Alphonse took the jug and drank every drop of the sweet wine in the jug.
"Soon, the Royal Cavalry will come to the Eagle Palace again. Next time, I won't be as lucky as today. So I plan to leave for the south as soon as possible tomorrow. You... have no objections, right?"
"Alfang, you shouldn't ask this way, but shouted with the momentum of today," Fight the southern boundary tomorrow, treat death as home! "" Douglas stunned his chest and learned Elfangz the momentum of deterning everyone today.
But his performance at this time was very funny, and the soldiers laughed for a while.
The head of the team first smiled bitterly, then encouraged the momentum, and raised the sword, and ordered his samurai to order: "Use your tomorrow's record to make up for the crime of resistance committed today!"
Soldiers, including those unruly samurai, responded to the head of the team with the same fearless voice and slogan.
"Xiangying cracks!"
There was a little self -deprecation in Alfang's heart, and met the martyrs for nearly three months. It was not until today that they heard the slogan of such a fierce fighting.
He couldn't help worrying about the march in the future.
This is the first time he has led such a huge army to kill the enemy. The future is unknown. Who is appointment, even if it is the former head of the regiment, the first time he brought the army, there may be more concerns like Alfangs.
Worried about whether your war strategy is not rigorous, not enough seamless, worry about whether your leadership level is limited, and worrying about his companion's casualties at any time ...
This complex emotion has become more intense through the stimulation of drinks. Of course, what he thinks is not detected by others.
Vinci patted Alfang's shoulder.
"I want to see your short sword."
After hearing this request, El Fangiston was a bit.
But soon he took the short sword that had been accompanied by his waist and handed it to his companion.
Vinci took over, and then carefully observed the full picture of the golden sword.
The golden handle with width of the two fists, as well as the golden blade with considerable length with the former.
With metal texture and luster, it is extremely light to pick up. No matter how you think, it is like a short sword that is extremely commonplace except the characteristics of "special material".
"On the duel on the day, I was also hidden in the auditorium. The sudden attack really made the opponent caught off guard, and I was surprised that I was in the auditorium ...
It's not just these that are surprised, but also your "short sword" that has not been seen by others. Although you did not show your short sword, but ... Sure enough, the extreme ice cold sword ꔷ Danlier. "
For the first time, Elfins heard the real name of the Holy Sword from someone else except Daisfel.
"The real" blade "should be extended from here? The original length ... probably so long, right? "
Then, based on his previous hearing, Vinci compared the original length of the "Holy Sword" with his fingers -about half more than the total length of the short sword at the moment.
"The real blade is condensed by the holder with the magic of ice. There is neither thickness nor weight, just like aurora."
The soldiers all looked at each other. Only those samurai close to El Fangis and Vinci knew that the two of them involved the secrets of secret treasures.
I do n’t know when the age, maybe it has been existed since the founding of the Kingdom of Fan Lunnano -there are several rumors about secret skills on the mainland.
These rumors are not only spreading between the knights, the magic guidance of the magic, but also spread to the exotic continent.
The first one is the "emblem" of the imprint of unknown power.
Secondly, it is a kind of inheritance of the famous sword skills that have only been listened to their famous halls but have not witnessed their own eyes.
The above is a widely circulated rumor. The first two are not mentioned here. As for the third, it is mysterious to be called "secrets", legends about the seven -handed holy sword.
There are only a few practitioners who have learned this legend, and they rarely raise them to people as if to abide by some kind of promises, and they are not known, so rarely know. Even in the martyrs, there were only a few samurai who knew their fur.
Douglas blown a loud whistle, "Oh my god, another one with the holy sword!"
El Fangis was vaguely aware of what, so he asked Vinci: "Is it ..."
"That's right ..." He interrupted Alfang's questions and responded affirmatively, "I am also one of the holders of the" Seven Element Sword ". Extrafans Mang Sword Mirandas, I inherited the family treasure of my family "Dilanhart", and today I can finally meet again with the remaining heirs of the other swords. "
"Once again? Is there the rest here ..."
"The former head of the group is the owner of" Ji Lan Lie Xiang Sword ꔷ Ioras "! However, since the former head of the regiment died, his sword has also disappeared inexplicably. "
Vinci interrupted Douglas's words, "Don't mention the deceased, now, I have a formal request."
Elfins heard the words and immediately guessed what it was, so he stood up decisively.
"How about the duel of the sword between the samurai?"
"Willing to accompany!"
"At the same time, I also hope that you can fight with the true posture of the Holy Sword, and I am at the same time."
"So, what about your sword?"
At the same time as Elfins said this, I heard that Vinci blew a loud whistle, which seemed to be a unique command to call birds and poultry.
But for a few seconds, a raptor, like a brilliant comet, came in through the door of the large -scale training ground, incorporated into the sight of everyone.
El Fangs was intentionally, and Fang Zhi was an adult bird. It stands on the right shoulder of the owner Vinci. The hair is red and red, and the feathers are sharp as sharp as swords when patting their wings.
He couldn't help but be surprised again: "Your Holy Sword is prototype, it is actually a living creature!"
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The palace is used on the lawn of large -scale training. A area in the center is surrounded by intact walls.
Elfins once again duel with Vinci. However, this time, it can be said that it is a comparison of regular knights. Even the weapons have the same legends. The types of weapons of the two are the same swords.
The heir of the Bingjian raised the golden sword.
The air is cold. Subsequently, the a little green gel grain was emitted from Alfang's body, and it was condensed above the short sword held by the lifting, and the vortex was rolled up for a while.
It is no longer possible to discuss its sharpness, weight, and thickness, which is a blade constructed from translucent magic particles.
The formed magic blade looks like aurora, which is perfectly connected to the original short blade of the short sword.
In the translucent blue blue, the colorful brilliance of reflection lights show off.
The complete state of the Holy Sword was presented in front of the martyrs.
Vinci Li. Yanhongbi Bird turned into dazzling red light grains and the heat of fluttering, and the shape of birds dissipated in the air.
But the light particles did not disappear, but continued to move beside Vinci's right shoulder until it constitutes the red right shoulder, right arm armor, and a sword. The most essential element of inflammation elements.
It was actually the sacred sword presented with armor ... Elfangs was amazed.
From the moment when the Extreme Sword was awakened, he deeply felt the burning breath that came from.
The onlookers' soldiers retreated to a few meters from the temperature that constantly changed from cold and hot.
At this time, Vinci, who was holding the sword of Yan, has been completely replaced by another person -changed the laziness of the past, and the magic of inflammation that could not be underestimated.
At the same time, he also has dragon oppression and majesty.
From the two attributes of "Yan" and "Dragon", it can be seen that Vinci's magic is extraordinary and powerful.
Elfens began to change the martyrs. I didn't expect that in their crowds, they were crouching tigers, hidden dragons. Vinci was not only the heirs of the holy sword, but also a strong warrior.
As for other people, although it is not clear about the past, it is certain that most of them are by no means a general generation.
In the rumors, the Lingying Cavaliers were called to swim in the soldiers, but at this time, Elfens felt that this was just the ignorance of the martyrs, and it may be a rumor of people with the intention.
Yan Jian -including the armor of Yanzhi's arms, ascending the soul -like fog, the place where Vinci stands stands like sunlight.
"Alfangs, if you don't do it, I want to attack!"
Speaking, Vinci mentioned the Yan sword, and the armor of the right arm sparked at the same time. He drove forward and planned to grab the first pioneer.
The blue sword mango in response to Vinci, such as the flash of light, intertwined the flame to break the night sky. The two collided with each other and did not humble each other.
Magic is active. The two samurai who drove magic to fight together. They put down the first -built friendship, the so -called group position, and the honor of all parties. They were just desperate for purely contest without boundaries.
When separated, the two sides move quickly, and the positions under the feet are constantly changing, and the position of the position is constantly changing, so as not to let the other party have the opportunity to take advantage of it;
When the confrontation was confronted, the countless mixed red and blue sparks splashed around.
The martyrs applauded them loudly. Not only for Vinci, but also for Elfins.
The color of the color gradually changed due to the passing of the time, witnessing the confrontation between the two samurai. From the beginning, until the climax, until the end of the victory and defeat.
In the middle of the night, the exhausted two fell on the scarred open space.
Although it has not yet been divided into victory, it is very happy.
What is more pitiful than these two people is the land after the fierce battle of the two samurai.
The two transformed the open -air training field into the top ruins, and the weeds had turned into a rushing ashes.
It is also right -once tomorrow, here is no longer the name of the "Lie Eagle" palace, and no longer exists as the base of the martyrs.
"I lost my heart." Vinci said that the sword in my hand reappeared into a prototype. Its feathers faded a lot due to the consumption of magic.
It flew towards a gradually bright high altitude.
"Less, the victory is not divided! After he returns, another game ..."
"I used the power of the emblem" Yanlong inverse scales ". "Vinci unbuttoned the light armor and anecoplasma arm.
This is a positive dragon head marks surrounded by the flame pattern engraved on the arm, the main color of the dark red, and the dancing flame pattern.
The traces of magic have not yet faded.
Alfangzed the wrinkles of the gloves, tore off the left gloves, and also showed the emblem. It was the "Extreme Northern" that was opposed to the inflammation.
"Originally thought, the power of Yan could completely restrain the ice. At that time, I thought the victory was already on, but I didn't expect it to be defeated you!"
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It is almost time to dawn, and it is still earlier than the scheduled departure time. Elfins had just returned to the bedroom and was exhausted.
A soldier gently buckled the wooden door with a secret sign.
The arrival of the soldiers made Elfens mentally. This is a messenger dedicated to sending a letter for someone.
"Actually let you come to send a letter overnight. She is really willful, hard, please wait a while."
Ah Fangs thanked it to unfold the brand new and smooth letter paper.
"El Fangs:
It's bold enough! Actually dare to disobey his father's military order!
I thought I could see you again!
How do you intend to explain to me? How to deal with the father and king?
The father should not blame you too much, after all, you are not very used to the rules of the regular army. If you can come back soon, I can let you be my guard knight. In this case, it will not be like now, and you can't meet each other for a long time. "
When he finished reading the letter, a large string of complaints and some recent experiences couldn't help laughing.
Then he wrote a short sentence on the back of the letter paper- "No need to worry, this morning, the southern sign is settled. The date of meeting is when I returned from the victory, Alfangzi." Give it to the messenger. stop.
It didn't take long for Elfins to climb the cheeks before the eyes of the rising sun.
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At the moment before the battle, the moment of the martyr Knights, the Silver Knights, changed its destiny.
Before starting.
Alfangz has already dressed his armor. When he was going to put on the helmet, Vinci patted his shoulder, and it seemed to ask for something.
"Elfins, we decided -our Cavaliers need to rename it again. The honor of the record and the other are about to become the past. Our ups and downs also become the past.
Today can be said to be the birthday of my soldiers. Symbol of rebirth, I must be buried in the past with a new name to get a new future. As for the task of "naming", I will give it to you. "
Not only Vinci, the soldiers behind them looked at the head of the team with eagerly looking forward.
"But ... do you really can't be in your heart? Is your former head of the head of heaven really not to be pregnant?"
A response to Alfangs's question is Douglas, who belongs to the veteran. This big man has long put the jug and tied the waist and wore it neatly and mighty. These figures make him look like returning to the battlefield.
As soon as he changed his time to swimming, he was full of teasing attitude, and said seriously with a rough voice:
"Leader, everyone here will obey your leadership. This is our proof that we trust you."
Elfens took a low thinking for a moment.
Then, he used the voice of Hong Liang, who could make anyone clear, and to declare to everyone: "So, I renamed the Cavaliers with the silver mask given to me by Vinci and left by the former head - —
Ru and other samurai, after a hundred battles, inherit the martyrs, are the pride of silver! My Cavaliers Group is now "Silver Cavaliers!" "
Silver Cavaliers. This name not only inherited the past, but also symbolized the rebirth.
The samurai of the Silver Cavaliers all shouted, and the slogans of the screams made everyone gas for a while, and for a long time.
After a while, Alfangz first noticed the change outside the door -the extremely bright light spread from the sky, shot into the palace lobby.
The winding black shadow was projected on the ground, which surprised the soldiers present.
Vinci smelled an unusually strong magic in the outside and was surprised: "What happened outside?"
Elfins did not wait for Vinci to finish speaking, and ran out at the fastest speed.
This smell ... he can't be familiar with it!
The pure white holy dragon with a long body was hovering on the sky outside the palace. Each dragon scales shining on the body, even completely covered the sunlight.
The solemn pearl -like eyes stared at the people who walked out of the palace, full of kindness.
With the tail of the dragon of the giant feathers, the brilliant rainbow was left across the air.
Real fantasy beast.
It is called "Dezfel", in the original Bulizhaxue, the Holy Dragon of Elfens will be nurtured.
Alfang's pilgrims called, his heart and face were full of excitement.
In the Silver Cavaliers, some people have heard the legend of the fantasy beast.
But no one has never really seen their existence.
The most surprising thing was not them, but the white gauze girl who had just stepped into the door of the base -Priceia.
I received a letter from Elfins and learned that he was leaving here, set off for southern expedition, Plissia slept all night, and packed his portable items overnight. Seven years ago, she ran out of the palace again and decided to follow Alfangs to the southern boundary.
I do n’t know if it is the arrangement of fate, or an accidental trend, letting her meet the scene of Shenglong Xiangkong at this time.
She opened her mouth and opened her mouth slightly. This was the adventure that she had shocked her most in her life, except for the riots.
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It's already noon. Philshabin Danliter woke up from a long sleeping dream and opened his eyes.
After waking up, he seemed to remember some important things, making his brain clear instantly.
However, the body is inexplicable and feels quite hard.
His consciousness ... actually spent half a year in his dream with Alfangs as his own perspective.
If it wasn't for the calendar of today's date, he really thought he had slept for half a year.
From this dream, Phils learned about the past, knowing why they renamed Bai Yin, and witnessed the rise of Silver Haojie.
At this time, the emblem of the left hand seemed to have reacted because of this magical dream. The glory of the green flowing along the line of the emblem shows a state of full and full state.
"" Geebei "..." Bing Zhi Light "..."
