All the knights stopped.
The moment the boy held the sword, a deep voice seemed to echo in the forest:
"Remember my name..."
"I am Edwin Clairvaux."
"The founder of the North, the master of the Kingdom of Winter."
"...O world, the silver flag passes through the long strait, and the jackdaws and knights stop to look at the holy white city-state, but the ancient story will have its final moment."
A cold force seemed to seep into the depths of his soul, and the whisper seemed to linger in his soul, telling him the whispers of the past. "That sword is born from blood and will surely dominate everything... We share weal and woe and make a contract together..."
Xiang Xiang held the dark sword hilt, the expression on his face was so cold that it was almost blank. He pulled out the sword inch by inch. The cold light on the sword seemed to reflect the fear in people's hearts, making everyone hear the fear coming from it. The trembling voice deep in my heart——
The snow was falling, everything was quiet, and even the firelight was dimmed. The flames in the camp seemed to be surrendered to an invisible force, constantly deflecting in one direction. The mercenaries had looks of fear written on their faces. People walking in the North had heard the ancient legend:
A long-declined family, and their magic sword passed down from generation to generation.
When the crow whispers, the magic sword has been born from the blood.
The box has seen some attributes of the magic sword:
Greystone Contract - The attack power of the magic sword grows with the growth of the sword wielder.
He continued to lift the sword upwards, and the silver sword light reflected between his eyebrows. The slender blade was like a devil's thin tongue. The black crow feathers on the cage handle were lifelike, and the gems embedded in it shone with a mysterious light. Bloody light.
The second section of attributes comes into view:
Thorns of Blood - The Demonic Sword is born from sucking blood. Injuries from the Demonic Sword are difficult to heal. When there is a person injured by the Demonic Sword within a certain range, the speed of the sword holder will continue to increase.
There was an eerie silence in the forest, and the soft snow seemed to absorb all sounds. The knights retreated in a commotion until the leader shouted sharply: "It's the magic sword, stop him!"
He pointed his sword at the mercenaries, and the mercenaries had no choice but to step forward. After they collected the money, they had to do something. Seeing the mercenaries gathering around him, Xiaokong swallowed his saliva and raised his sword. His palms were full of sweat, and he had foreseen his own fate.
But before the mercenaries got close, an invisible force suddenly emitted from the magic sword. The force passed through the sky without any damage, like a wall hitting the mercenaries. Dozens of mercenaries let out a scream, flew out, and fell into the snow.
At this time, the box saw the third attribute of the magic sword:
Heart and Soul Sacrifice - Every time the magic sword kills an opponent, the sword wielder gets a chance to use that opponent's ability. The soul resides in the magic sword until it disappears.
Then there is the fourth paragraph of attributes:
Crow's Ring - Summons ravens to devour the flesh and blood of the enemy, and the sword wielder can temporarily transform into a raven.
When Xiangqian gently pulled the sword tip out of the dark scabbard, the last line of text also came into his sight:
"Blood flows like a river, and the crows whisper; the storm has arrived, and the longship is coming——"
"The name of his sword is the magic sword 'Gwendes'."
That is, in ancient pagoda language, it means crow.
He pulled out his sword and pointed it forward. The blade actually gave people the illusion of a dark blade lingering on it, like countless needle points, piercing everyone's eyes. The long and narrow blade actually made countless mercenaries, bounty hunters and knights take a step back.
The shrill voice lingering in the heart of the box seemed to suddenly become louder, and it screamed: "... Surrender to it, the ancient and distant will will surely dominate everything... And we, we share weal and woe..."
But Xiang Xiang's expression was as cold as iron, and he held the sword tightly in one hand. He said, "You can't dominate anything."
He sheathed his sword in front of his chest. At that moment, the wind in the forest seemed to have stopped, and the collar of the young man's coat also stopped, leaving only a pair of dark eyes staring at the leading knight. The knight commander met the young man's eyes, and seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss. He always claimed to be strong-willed, but at this moment, his mind was wavering, and he unconsciously took several steps back.
And the next moment, the box moved.
Half of his body blended into the light, and half blended into the shadow. His entire figure seemed to be in the gap between light and shadow - Xiao Kong turned around in shock - but he only saw a shadow disappearing beside him.
The bright half of the box gradually disappeared, and the dark half turned into an afterimage.
"...Shadow Realm Passage, no, he is a magician!" Knight Commander Ru Mengfang woke up and shouted hurriedly. He never expected that his opponent would be a magician. His attention He was completely focused on the magic sword, and even forgot to observe the opponent's magic furnace.
He raised his sword and blocked it in front of him. The eyes that the box looked at him always gave him a chill, and the faint murderous intention seemed to follow him. At the same time, he reached forward and drew a magic circle decisively, trying to use the dimensional anchor to grab the assassin from the shadow channel.
However, before he could finish the spell, the box had already appeared in advance. To his surprise, the box did not come straight towards him. After a flash, the box appeared in front of the mercenaries.
The mercenaries were getting up from the snow one after another, and a shadow was already blocking them. Box just raised his sword, and even if the mercenary was on full alert, he might not be able to stop him. Moreover, at this moment, a trace of blood streaked across the area, and the mercenary immediately covered his neck and fell down.
Box walked past him and pulled the crossbow from his back at the same time. He raised the crossbow as if he had been immersed in this art for more than ten years. He skillfully wound it with one hand, took aim, and shot an arrow. A mercenary fell to the ground. He didn't kill anyone. The arrow hit the mercenary's thigh, causing him to fall down wailing.
A sound of wind came from behind, the box threw the crossbow in that direction, and a mercenary slashed the crossbow with a sword. The box turned around at the same time, seeming to be much faster than before. His left hand wearing a magic glove said to the opponent, "Stop."
The man was immediately unable to move. He pushed again and the man flew out, knocking down three or four people in that direction.
Box felt himself speeding up again, and struck out with a backhand sword as if telepathically, causing the attacker on the other side to have his right hand cut off at the wrist, and he screamed and stepped back. "Shoot him to death!" the knight captain ordered loudly, ignoring the mercenaries who were yelling in their hearts. The bounty hunters on the periphery raised their crossbows and cocked arrows.
Feather arrows flew towards him, but Box's figure suddenly became half-dark again, and arrows passed through him one after another, causing the mercenary to fall to the ground. The box was like an illusory shadow wandering behind every mercenary. The mercenaries were frightened by such unpredictable abilities and retreated one after another.
"Surround us!" the knight commander shouted again, and all the knights unsheathed their swords and surrounded him.
Not far from the battlefield, Saya blew 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, Tian Lan had already run over with the magic instrument in her arms.
The long whistle echoed in the forest——
The hunters hiding everywhere emerged from under the bushes. While they turned back to comfort the women and children hiding in the dark, they quickly picked up their weapons and jumped out of their hiding places. "It's Miss Saya's voice," people whispered to each other: "Miss Saya is calling us, we have to go and help -"
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 flying arrows.
At this moment of respite, Box appeared again. He appeared behind a mercenary and stabbed him through with a sword. But he still didn't kill anyone. The sword passed under the opponent's right shoulder and brought up a fountain of blood. The man wailed and knelt down.
The box was successfully struck and turned into a wandering shadow again - but at this time the Knight Commander's magic was finally completed, and a dimensional anchor fell, causing the box to be ejected from the channel of the shadow world. When the mercenaries saw this, they all shouted and rushed in this direction with great ferocity.
But the box stopped very calmly, and blocked the mercenary's scimitar coming at him with one sword. The slender blade was like a silver thread, cutting the scimitar in two like cutting paper. The man was stunned, and watched as the sword stabbed him, pointing directly at his throat——
The moment was almost at its peak, but in Box's perception it was as slow as time flowing through an hourglass. He even tilted his head slightly, retracted his hand, deflected the blade, avoided the opponent's throat, and then slashed with the sword. Put down one of the opponent's arms.
Time resumed its flow, and the man screamed and fell backwards, covering his arms.
In his field of vision, more mercenaries were pouring in from that direction like a tide.
Box raised his left hand, a silver light flashed on the dark glove, and he pulled hard, only to hear a loud bang. Under everyone's stunned gaze, a giant pine tree that only two or three people could hug was suddenly struck by an invisible force. The force pulled it up by its roots and flew over.
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. They jumped high and flew towards the box like wings growing out of their ribs.
But Xiangxi raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. He sided with a few millimeters to avoid the opponent's straight sword. It looked dangerous, but in Xiangxi's eyes everything was extremely slow. He took a step forward, pierced the opponent's magic furnace with his sword, and then flew it away. The penetrating force directly tore away the protection of the knight's magic furnace, and pulled the magic furnace away from him with a 'crash' sound. It fell down and scattered all over the ground along with various parts.
He turned his sword back and swiped the sword across the throat of the defenseless knight.
A drop of warm blood flew out.
The box turned around again, and purple flames ignited on the sword, and he slashed at the other knight, "Crow Feather Sword!" The knight was so shocked when he saw this scene that his voice almost changed, " How could you do this!?" He originally raised his sword to block, but when he saw the flames on the sword, he quickly retracted it and retreated.
But how could he not have time? Box had already swept his sword across him, cutting him into two pieces including his body and armor, and flew away. Xiang Xiang was slightly startled, he put away his sword and looked at it. He didn't even expect that this sword could be so powerful.
However, after killing the two knights, he no longer stepped forward. Instead, after looking at the knight commander, he turned around and continued walking towards the mercenaries. The knight commander involuntarily took a step back, but unlike those frightened mercenaries, he finally saw something at this moment.
The more he looked, the more something was wrong. At first, his men could at least walk back and forth on the opponent's hand, but now they couldn't even catch up. The opponent's speed has reached a terrifying speed, and it seems that even when he walks, he will leave a bloody afterimage behind him.
The knight commander suddenly realized something and shouted: "Retreat, knights enter!"
In fact, he didn't need to shout. The mercenaries had lost all fighting spirit. They originally thought that victory could be achieved with human lives, but now it seemed to have become an unrealistic fantasy.
The knights passed through the mercenaries and advanced with swords raised.
The box finally stopped at this moment. He looked at the rows of knights and thought that it was almost done.
He looked around again. Saya's companions, her selectors, and hunters were pouring out from all over the forest to join the battle. Those people were weak and insignificant in front of the mercenaries and knights, but they still came.
He raised his sword and put the blade between his eyebrows.
Then he raised his sword and slashed forward.
At that moment, almost everyone felt that the long and narrow sword edge seemed to separate the space, darkening the forest. People heard a low scream, which seemed to be something coming out of the forest.
And immediately, they saw countless wings flying out of the shadows. They were countless crows, whizzing out from behind the box and from between the dark shadows. They spread their wings and flew behind the young man, like a flowing shadow, screaming towards the knights in front of them.
The knights widened their eyes and saw the gleaming claws hidden under the wings. They quickly raised their arms to block them in front of them, and the crows swooped in, banging against the metal armor. above, like a howling storm. But their sharp claws still passed through the gaps in the armor, or the exposed parts of the knights, leaving traces of blood.
As the blood flew away, the box took a step forward.
And during that step, what the knight commander saw from among the countless crows in the distance was not the claws and claws flashing with cold light, nor the flying wings, but a pair of black and faint, shining with cold light. eyes - and the gaze in those eyes seemed to be pointing directly at the heart, staring at the weakest place deep in his heart.
The moment the box took a step forward, he transformed into a raven in everyone's eyes; the raven spread its wings, and under its dark feathers, it was covered with eyes shining with scarlet light; and the next moment , the red color turned into a bloody stream of light, like stars falling into the night sky.
Almost no one could see clearly what happened at that moment, because it was so fast that it exceeded the limit of human vision. It was like a blood-red line that separated the night, that line divided the sky and the earth into two. Everything between heaven and earth became quiet.
The knight commander only made a gurgling sound in his throat.
He struggled to turn around, but all he could do was separate his upper and lower body, and then fall down into the snow, raising a bloody snowflake.
The young man gathered his figure in the black mist and stood still on the spot. He raised his sword and gently put it into its sheath. A flash of dark light disappeared with the blade.
It seemed as if everyone heard a deep voice:
"Only I can control my sword."
…
When Fang Plover walked into the dark hall, the hall was completely empty.
Blackbo walked in from the outside with his people, stopped behind Fang Plover, and raised his head to look at the tall statue with an unclear face in the center of the hall. The icon of Aidanlian stood sacredly and solemnly, watching everyone who entered the hall. Blackbo curled his lips and drew his sword and stepped forward, but Fang Plover stretched out his hand to stop him - they were here to take back this place, not to blaspheme.
After all, Aidanlian is a member of the Orin pantheon. He died in the last disaster. Although it was predicted that he would return to the world as Terraeche, the King of Crows, this god was always kind. to this land. Moreover, there is no need for this.
Regarding Fang Plover's obstruction, Blackbo made no comment and just quietly retracted his sword. He looked at the young man with some awe before replying:
"They all escaped first."
"them?"
"There is at least one Crow Knight here in the temple, and there is a Patriarch. The great knight is called Feimon Gray Flame. I know him. That guy is a very arrogant person." Blackbo replied, this is who he is. The reason for admiration for the other plover. Originally, he expected that there would be at least a fierce battle, but he did not expect that the other party would actually run away. Although the people in the Crow's Claw Temple may have already learned the outcome of the battle outside the inn, the knights can still fight after they are resurrected.
Fang Yu couldn't help but think of the high-level knight with burnt-yellow eyes he met at the hotel. He wondered if the Feimon Gray Flame he mentioned was that person. He should have been the one who noticed Sylvide's identity in the first place. Come. He originally wanted to ask this person some questions, but he didn't expect that the other person had such a sensitive sense of smell and left first.
They were left with this empty temple.
At this time, a "Redeemed" ranger hurriedly walked in from outside the hall and said to them: "Captain, Mr. Ed, there is someone outside who wants to see you."
"What's wrong?" Blackbo turned around and asked.
"They are the Chosen Ones," the ranger replied: "They said they were from the Silver Forest Spear. Mr. Ed, the leader said he knew you."
"A person from the Spear of the Silver Forest?" Fang Yu was slightly startled and turned around: "A person from the Spear of the Silver Forest, do you know me? What's his name, Wu Di, Liu Liyue?"
"No," the ranger shook his head: "He said his name was Thrush."
"thrush?"
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