This place is really weird. No matter how Artoris goes, she will eventually return to this crossroads. It's like a mysterious force folding the space, forming a closed loop at this intersection.
But just like this, Artolis can relax and find the secret of space folding. But things were obviously not that simple. When Artolis returned to this crossroads for an unknown number of times, the color of the spiritual stones on the ground had faded.
The loss of color of the spirit stone cannot be achieved in a few hours. It must be exposed to the air for more than four days before the energy contained in it dissipates. Obviously only a few hours have passed, why does this spirit stone seem to have been idle for many days.
Artoris stopped walking. She had not seen even a single person until now. For a city, even a ghost town, that was too abnormal. Thinking back to the scene she first saw in the center of the intersection, Artolis felt a little scared.
But at this moment, the string of silver bells came again, and the bells echoed in the silent intersection, and Artolis was startled. It was because he stayed in this area for too long and was discovered by the black shadow. The decibels of the ringtone coming from all directions were almost the same, and for a moment Artolis had difficulty determining the direction from which the other party would attack.
In fact, if the thick fog in front of her was not equally strange, and the wind could not blow it away even if it was driven by the wind, Atoris would not be so passive.
The ringing was very close, and in the next second a giant ax suddenly broke through the thick fog on the left side and was about to cut off Artolis's head. She lowered her waist and narrowly avoided the swing of the axe. Artoris was still frightened but did not forget to fight back. The azure sword energy appeared on his feet, and Yuebu stepped over and kicked towards the appearing black shadow with a dance of sharp blades.
However, when the sword energy kicked the black shadow, it made a series of sounds of metal and stone colliding. Seeing this, Artoris quickly interrupted the cutting of the dance of blades, and stepped on the moon step again to avoid the opponent's second swing of the giant ax. After landing for a while, she stumbled and stabilized her figure. Atoris then turned her attention to the black figure.
The visitor is holding a battle axe, wearing a broken armor, and the exposed skin is like moldy cheese and exudes a stench. If the image of the opponent is too unbearable, then the horse under its crotch is burning with a faint blue. Lieyan's war horse is extremely powerful.
In fact, just like this, it can't scare Artolis. The most important thing is that the guy has no head!
headless rider? Artoris remembers hearing the legend of the Headless Horseman from her old captain: a knight who was brave and good at fighting in life, but was beheaded by the enemy after the war. The obsession in his heart turned him into an evil spirit, and every night he fell. The Headless Horseman will appear and claim the head of the sinful person.
For knights, that is not such a terrifying legend. How can a knight who is kind and loyal in the name of protection be afraid of such existence. However, the old captain's exaggerated description at that time really frightened Artolis so much that she couldn't sleep for three days.
The legend is largely due to the embellishment of the story by later generations. Perhaps the Headless Horseman is just an evil spirit that simply seeks human life. The fact that people can pass this story down to this day is just a tribute to the knight's perseverance.
Legends are legends, the headless horseman in front of him really wants to take his life. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have been dead just now.
Here Atoris took out her sword and bow to compete with her, but the next second the opponent left her behind and ran toward a road ahead, quickly disappearing into the mist.
"???" What does the other party mean? When we meet, we just "say hello"? Atoris finally knew what an acquaintance was. Thinking that most of the weird things in this boundary were related to the headless horseman, Atoris also plucked up the courage to chase after him.
The fog ahead gradually dissipated, and following the Headless Horseman, Artolis returned to the crossroads again. But at this time, the intersection was no longer empty, and the sun shone through the fog in the center of the intersection, where a young man wearing silver armor stood leaning on a sword.
He cast his bright eyes towards Artolis, "Don't worry, cut off my head and I will tell you the story I know."
Artoris was puzzled. The Headless Horseman was missing. Who was the young man in front of her and why was he here? There are also loopholes in the other party's words. If the head is cut off, the person will die. So how can he tell his so-called story like this?
If it were a human, Artoris really didn't want to be her enemy, but the opponent had already raised his sword and was heading towards her, so Artoris had to fight against it.
The young man only had the strength of Rank 2 and was suppressed by his rank. He was beaten back by Artoris. Turning over and kicking the opponent's sword away, Artoris put the sword-blade bow on the young man's neck.
"Who are you? And why do you want to be my enemy?"
Faced with Artoris's question, the young man smiled and said, "If you win, I will tell you the story I know." As he said this, the young man took the initiative to rub his neck under Artoris's astonished gaze. Sent to the edge of the sword.
The blood splashed, turned into rain in the air, fell and moistened the soil.
"Ozhewe, I passed the examination of the royal knight. From now on, I can stand by your side to protect you and this country!" The young man excitedly handed over the knight certificate to the prince and said to him with a smile. A not-so-standard knightly etiquette.
"That's great, my friend, come fight with me in all directions, and move forward with your ideals just like you did when you were a child. You are my best friend, always have been, and will always be in the future!" The prince smiled at the young knight. Reach out.
The picture is frozen here, in the garden of the kingdom, the two of them are looking forward to the distance in the sunshine after the rain.
Artolis' thoughts returned to reality. The young man with a dislocated body and head had disappeared. If it weren't for the blood stains on her face, Artolis wouldn't even be sure whether the boy existed.
For some reason, Artoris felt that if she continued walking, she might really get what she wanted. Stepping into the mist and continuing forward, I don’t know how long we walked until the crossroads appeared in front of us again.
The sunlight at the crossroads was obscured by the haze, but there were still some glimmers of light scattered across it. Standing in the middle of the crossroads was a heroic young man, his long hair swaying in the wind, and his golden armor shining brightly under the glare of the light. The other party was leaning on the sword, and his closed eyes seemed to sense Artoris's arrival. They slowly opened them, casting clear and steady eyes over her.
The same sentence: "Cut off my head and I will tell you the story I know."
