The distant and turbulent dark ages in the North seem like yesterday. At that time, it was far from being firmly under the rule of Corin-Ithurion. Killing, conspiracy and poisonous schemes were the main themes of that era. In the last "Northern Territory" After the king's fall, this land became what it is today.
But the ancient prophecy also remained.
The hatred and killings of the past will surely return, just like today.
Box held the silver-carved thin sword and fought his way down the city wall. He stabbed down many enemies in the process. Blood dripped down the blade and merged into the dark and gloomy steps between the stone slabs, dyeing them red and cold. of snow.
He took a breath and felt weak. He subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword covered with dark crow feathers, but hesitated and then gently let go.
That is a magic sword.
Rhett asked him to use the sword as little as possible, and Fang Plover also said the same. Although the magic sword or the magic sword was too alarmist in the eyes of the selector, Box still chose to obey the captain's order.
Moreover, every time he uses that sword, his physical strength will be greatly consumed, and it is not the time to use it yet.
The blood-eyed mercenaries broke through the city wall in a blink of an eye, and their figures appeared on it. They looked down at the young man, their bloodthirsty light hidden in their dark purple eyes.
Outsiders say they are a branch of mountain people, descendants of savages who hid in the mountains and forests in the dark ages. There are many such ethnic groups in Guta, but they are rare in Talon in the north.
But Xiang Xiang looked at these people as if they were puppets of the Shadow Man. His dark purple eyes seemed to be beating with cold flames, piercing people's hearts like ghosts.
Box spat out bloody phlegm and raised his sword again. Although his arms were shaking slightly, he still stood upright.
He and Marlan's Templars were scattered, and at this moment they were unable to retreat. Behind them was the little girl - and her sister, that blind and weak girl.
Besides, he never thought that these chickens and dogs in front of him could defeat him, because he was an emotionless killer, he was Modrian Box.
The sword blade was like a silver lightning, piercing the throat of the blood-eyed mercenary. He seemed to have not yet reacted. The approach of death was reflected in his wide and dilated pupils, but he could only make a meaningless sound.
Xiangxiang drew out the magic sword with his backhand, holding a sword in each hand, and pierced the man's chest with one sword.
Although he doesn't use the magic sword, he can let it drink blood. Firstly, it can enhance the power of the magic sword. Secondly, the magic sword seems to have the ability to swallow dark souls and can eradicate the roots.
The magic sword seemed to have really drank the blood from the man's wound. The blade was as black as a starry night, and the mercenary's dark purple eyes dimmed.
The mercenaries seemed to be aware of this scene and roared: "What did you do to him!?"
"What kind of evil weapon is that!"
But Xiangxiang had no intention of paying attention to these people. He heard the sound of wind coming from behind him, and quickly activated a crystal plug-in. With a flash of his body, the giant blade only hit a phantom.
It was the flash spell of the warlock, and the mercenaries were shocked, but Box never told these people that he was simply a swordsman. He tiptoed a little on the ground, then turned back, and a silver sword blade crossed in the darkness.
There was a trembling sound as the sword blades clashed together, but Box deftly took a step away and changed his move midway. The rapier was close to the opponent's blade, and a sword forcefully opened a gash in the man's throat.
He turned around again and used the magic sword in his other hand to cut off the opponent's neck. The blade of the magic sword was as sharp as a thin feather, and he cut off the man's head without any delay.
The blood arrow shot out several feet high, and the blood-stained head rolled down the steps without hesitation.
The headless corpse seemed to have just knelt down limply, leaning on the dirty snow.
The box was beating faster and faster, and a mercenary rushed towards him, seeming to realize that he was in trouble and wanted to restrict his movements.
But he only missed.
The box stepped sideways and used his hand to pull out the broken bricks on the city wall, causing a small collapse that hit these people.
He walked through the crowd as fast as an ever-changing shadow, and it was impossible to tell which was the afterimage and which was the real body.
Box didn't seem to realize that he had unconsciously used the power of 'Crow Feather'. Every time someone died under the sword, the power of the magic sword became stronger.
The more the mercenaries fought, the more frustrated they became. The number of their colleagues around them was decreasing one by one, but the demon-like guy was unscathed - ironically, now it was their turn to be afraid of the demon.
The young man might have shown some fatigue before, but the more he continued to fight, the more he looked like a cold killing machine.
Accurate, efficient and without any sloppiness.
That's not human at all.
The casualties finally crossed the bottom line in their hearts. The mercenaries seemed to have lost the will to resist. They retreated while fighting, to dropped their weapons and turned around and ran away. In an instant, a small-scale rout was triggered.
But Box raised his sword, summoned a group of dark ravens from the void, and directed the crow storm towards the fleeing soldiers without mercy.
The crows devoured the flesh and blood, bringing about a storm of killing. When the tide of darkness receded, the box's eyes returned to their original color.
He was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had used the power of the magic sword. He couldn't help but look down, but suddenly waves of dizziness came over him.
Before he could stand firm, he was suddenly hit hard on the chest, and an arrow appeared at that place at an unknown moment, and blood immediately soaked his clothes.
He looked up and found that a new enemy had appeared on the city wall. His temporary victory could not change anything on the battlefield.
The mercenaries put down their magic crossbows and approached. Box held the sword and stood precariously on the ground, expressionlessly trying to stand up again, but he was too weak to move.
He raised his head and saw a shadow appearing in front of him.
Without thinking, the boy turned the blade and stabbed himself in the throat.
When the blurry white light gathered in the field of vision again, the box was a little confused and saw clearly that he was in Mirela's Resurrection Church.
The girl's water-like eyes were staring at him silently. Although her eyes seemed a little hollow, the subtle movements between her eyebrows already revealed her worried mood.
This is the first resurrection of the box.
He knew that the time for his resurrection was a quarter of an hour. He wanted to know what happened within this quarter of an hour. Did the opponent invade the fortress?
Although the girl couldn't see, she seemed to read his thoughts from his silence. Although the box was always silent, she was also attentive.
"Mr. Reed ordered the knights of Mirela who were kept in reserve to organize an attack and recapture the city wall."
"The knights all say that Mr. Red has an extraordinary background, and most people would not have such sophisticated arrangements."
"Mr. Reid wants you to take a rest. The city wall is safe for the time being."
But Box shook his head, silently pulled out his sword and walked out again. A cold emotion seemed to linger in his heart - only by killing the enemy and killing everyone can he protect everything.
But a cold, soft hand held his.
"Please... be careful... and... pay attention to your own safety..."
The girl lowered her head timidly, not daring to stop her, and spoke softly in the most timid and expectant tone.
The box was silent for a moment.
He looked at that dull gaze, and his cold heart seemed to melt a little.
But a familiar voice came from the crowd:
"...Can killings be repaid with killings? Are the seeds of past hatred and ancient prophecies really being fulfilled today..."
Box subconsciously stopped, looked in that direction, and saw the tall figure with a sword in his hand, standing among the crowd, looking at him.
He recognized this middle-aged man, the owner of the bakery in Gray Owl Town.
But the other person is completely different from then. The lines on his face are like an ax and a chisel, his eyes are sharp, and his mouth is like a thin line:
"Young man, do you believe in destiny?"
The box nodded. The cold and ruthless killer certainly believed in fate.
The man shook his head gently:
"But fate is a very bad thing. When the former king wrote that prophecy with his own blood, did he ever think about what he had paid?"
His eyes fell on the two swords in the box: "Although they are my ancestors, it does not mean that I will inherit everything from him. The King of the North believes in the established destiny, and you also believe in it. It is difficult to say that it is not the case. A coincidence.”
But the Chosen One is a very complex being.
They have been shaped into very different characters and appearances by a diverse world that is difficult for the natives of Aitaria to imagine.
Just as the middle-aged man at this moment would never have thought that the fate he mentioned and the fate the box knew were not the same kind of thing at all.
"...It's actually just a pair of hands manipulating you, some unintentionally, some intentionally - when you sell yourself for the unquenchable desires in your heart, it will be difficult for you to escape from that cage. Even if you are arrogant at that time, Like the monarch, he is just a prisoner of fate.
Do you believe all that? It is hatred that leads to killings, and battles will be settled with blood. The cursed king made a prophecy at the moment of death that those who rebelled in the past will pay for themselves. "
Box shook his head.
The middle-aged man's lips also curled up: "No one would believe it. If hatred leads to killings, and the causes of past fights bear the fruits of today, then these people are so innocent. The determined destiny has made us descendants have to wait for hundreds of years. Trapped by bad luck, and what have we done wrong?”
Xiangxiang couldn't quite understand what he was saying and just looked at the other party with a puzzled look.
But the man didn't care whether he heard clearly or not, and said: "The hatred was blind from the beginning, it was just a temptation from the darkness, and everything the sword told you was just a false lie.
Killing can never quell killing. Fighting is only a means, not an end. If you indulge in it, you will only become the second prisoner.
That's why I give this sword to you - it's a magic sword, but its power is just as powerful as the bane of those things, it just depends on how you use it. "
The box mused.
But the expression on his face didn't seem to have much surprise. He didn't care why the sword was in his hand, why the other party was here, and he didn't care about the other party's identity.
He only cares about what he cares about. It was the goal of the mission before, but now it is more.
But he felt that his mind was clearer, and the magic sword in his hand seemed to be resisting something.
Box raised his head and looked, no matter how slow he was, he could tell that the other person was helping him.
Although he accepted it calmly, it didn't mean that he hadn't thought about the reasons for all this.
"You and this sword are particularly suitable. You are the next master it chooses. I have never even felt such trembling from it. I don't know what kind of experience you have had, but this sword does come from a Dark world," the middle-aged man replied: "It's just that the power of darkness can also deal with them - that adult seems to be particularly optimistic about you, and this is what he said. I don't know if he still has hope for the North, at least I can’t see the odds of winning. This is an era shrouded in darkness, with no light in sight.”
He turned back to the box. "That's all I can tell you."
Xiang Xiang thought silently for a moment and said, "Captain, he will find a way."
It's not like they haven't defeated impossible opponents.
…
Low-hanging clouds hinted at the approach of another storm.
In the long and severe winter in the north, there are always blizzards one after another, and the howling biting cold wind is like the whisper of an ice ghost, wading through the wilderness with the coldness.
And the dark ship was really anchored in the shadow of the storm, just like the ancient prophecy.
Blackbo was still very young when he first heard about the ancient legend. He was sent to live with his aunt's family in Chonglin. According to local parlance, it was foster care.
He has two cousins, one of whom works in the tax office and is away from home all year round. Occasionally he will tell them some anecdotes when he returns to the county.
The magic sword of the dying 'king'.
The Corin-Ithurian royal family betrayed the North, and the descendants of the Clairvaux family refused to forgive the kingdom for breaking the treaty until their death. Therefore, they swore a strong oath that when the coldest winter came that year—— The black dead will return.
Hence the ancient prophecy——
In the remote and bitter cold land, the northern border has a tradition that deviates from the Kingdom of Kaulin-Ithurion. This place is always rich in ambitious people. They use lies after lies to shape the treacherous central court.
But the bedside stories I heard when I was a child were so scary that I couldn't sleep, and the nightmares about the window sills creaking and shaking under the cold wind, as if a pair of pale hands were shaking the window lattice, all came back at this moment.
They seemed to have turned into reality one by one, turning into the purple flames, staring at them with a pair of burning eyes.
The countless ghost-like fleets under the clouds were now standing in mid-air.
But Blackbo clung to the side of the ship with his pale hands, and what flashed through his heart was no longer distrust of the treacherous royal family in that story, but anger.
Perhaps Corrin Ithulian betrayed Edwin Clairvaux, but the rebellious nobles were blinded by greed. The kingdom did not forgive everyone because some people did not deserve forgiveness.
Just like what he saw at this moment.
The war launched by the northern nobles in the past brought long-term disasters to this land, but those people did not want to repent, but instead attracted dark creatures.
How innocent are the people who live on this land and bear all this?
How innocent were those soldiers who sacrificed their lives here?
The golden thunder that could tear the clouds apart was reflected in Blackbo's eyes, beams passing by one after another. From time to time, sailboats were shattered in the flash and fell into the clouds.
The loss has become a mere number at this moment, and their goal is to completely attract the shadow man's firepower to themselves.
If the rate of increase in this number is less than the efficiency of breaking through the defense line on the ground, then they can finally win.
On the contrary, it is a cold failure——
Another flash of light lit up his face.
Behind the towering cloud wall, the military fleet is entering.
There were two fleets in total, shining like silver, with more than thirty main warships.
They cut in at just the right angle, and all showed their sides, the black muzzles pointing condescendingly towards the formation of the Shadowman fleet.
"We agree with your plan. Everyone, our purpose is the same as yours. Next, we will cut into the Shadow Man's formation from the southeast corner."
"But until then, we'll provide you with covering fire."
"In addition, I suggest that we lower the altitude first. If we can control the battlefield under the clouds, it will be difficult for the Shadow people to obtain fire channels to the ground before they completely defeat you."
"Do you understand what I mean?"
Shen Muyun's voice came from the communication channel.
The young captain held the communication crystal in his snow-white gloves. He never thought that one day he would fight side by side with the ordinary selectors, but what I have to say is that the other party's performance was much better than he imagined. .
At least they can be regarded as teammates worthy of mutual trust.
He stared firmly at the dark sky wall on the other side of the sea of clouds. The shadowman's fleet had almost merged with the gloomy clouds.
Or rather, half of the cloud wall is the Shadow Man's fleet.
Not talking about quantity, just the volume is several times theirs. Using Kukai's volume to talk about the difference in strength is a bit unreasonable, but it is a fact at the moment.
"Understood." In the communication channel, Bai Xue nodded and responded.
To put it bluntly, this tactic is actually very simple, just let them block the muzzle of the gun. Before the Shadow Man's fleet destroys them, they will not be able to destroy their opponents on the ground.
This sounds cruel, but it is the only option at this moment.
Just a moment later, another voice came from the communication channel: "I understand, I understand, but is it really okay for us to do this?"
"The tactics are good tactics, but do we think of the enemy too simply? Their numbers are several times greater than ours. Can't they dedicate a few fleets to support the ground?"
"We can stop their main force, but can we still stop the hunting fleet? Have you ever thought about it, our strength is actually not enough to complete all of this. Even if we add the fleet in Stargate Port, it will be difficult to complete."
That was Kaka's voice.
I have to say that this person seems to like to go against most people.
"Yuechen and Elite's fleet are on the way."
Luo Hao replied in the communication channel.
Another voice said: "But we haven't contacted the noble fleet in the north yet, and I'm afraid it's already under their control. In addition, the royal family also has a fleet in the Sea of Clouds, but I don't know when it will arrive."
"I'm afraid there's no hope left."
Bai Xue shook her head.
She knew the virtues of the nobles. The royal family's fleet was far less efficient than the Stargate Port military. When they were organized, they would have to cross the sea of clouds.
By the time they get to this place, there will probably only be enough for them to collect the bodies.
Of course, that's if they can still keep the body.
Everyone was a little silent for a moment. It would still take some time for Yue Chen and Elite's fleet to arrive, and there was no sign of Kaolin-Ithulian's fleet.
The only one they can rely on now seems to be themselves.
But at this time, Shen Muyun's voice rang out again: "Don't worry about this, you just need to do your own thing well, and leave the rest to us."
"Leave it to you?"
Everyone was stunned.
Of course they knew that the fleet of the Stargate Port military was far beyond the comparison of non-professionals like them. It was a genuine part of the People's Navy.
No matter the configuration of the windship, as well as the level of weapons and sailors, they are all superior to the professional fleets of the major guilds, let alone them.
But before Kaka finished speaking, there seemed to be a malfunction in the communication crystal, and a rustling sound suddenly sounded. Then, the rustling voice turned into a slightly teasing and distressed voice:
"Mr. Ed, farewell to Cloud Port. Are you okay?"
…
Let’s talk about the recent situation.
Sometimes when I feel that the average quality of my writing has declined, I will stop and review what I have written recently, as well as my writing mentality.
Sometimes continuous writing leaves me with no time to think about these things, causing me to fall into mechanical repetitive writing and forget my original intention of writing.
So sometimes I will stop for a day or two to allow myself to return to my original state. Although sometimes there are glitches, it is actually because I feel that my writing is not satisfactory enough.
In the past, when I was writing about Amber and Canaan, I would often fall into long-term confusion for this reason, leading to long-term interruptions in writing.
The new book is mainly to solve this problem. Although there are occasional updates, I will basically adjust my mentality quickly and return to writing state.
So although I may stop updating occasionally, you don’t have to worry about me stopping updating for a long time. In addition, after I finish writing this rather troublesome plot, I will try to make up for it.
(End of chapter)
