With his second-level peak strength, Artoris knew that she had to defeat him if she wanted to know the truth.
After a confrontation, Atoris still had the upper hand and avoided the oncoming sword light. The blue flames in Atoris' hands ignited, and she swung the Phantom Sun Flame and hit the opponent violently. on the sword's edge.
The golden sword blade shattered in the explosion. Artoris turned around and followed three steps forward. The string blade in her hand pressed down and pointed at the embarrassed young man on the ground.
"you win!"
Phew~
On the battlefield, the knight and the prince supported each other, and finally fought a bloody path. The sound of triumph often echoed on the walls of the kingdom. The prince inherited the position of king because of his outstanding leadership, and the knight also became the knight captain leading an army as he wished.
The future for the two of them is bright, and the friendship between the king and generals that has lasted for more than 20 years since they first met has been praised by people and sung by bards...
The story may have come to a complete conclusion here, but the final scene is frozen under the sunset.
At this time, Artolis had mixed feelings in her heart. The sun was setting in the west and it was dusk, and dusk was the darkest moment of the day. Is there any metaphor here?
The setting sun was setting at the next intersection, and the bright red rays of the setting sun filtered through the mist, making it even dimmer than the dim lamps.
Standing there was a disheveled, sloppily dressed drunk. If Artoris hadn't understood that it was the knight from before, she would have even thought it was a beggar who came from somewhere.
The drunkard fell asleep leaning on the only remaining sword blade. Artolis didn't understand why the heroic knight fell into such a fate. She urgently wanted to know the reason. For a moment, Artolis gave up worrying about the strange things she encountered along the way. After swallowing her saliva, Artolis walked through the fog and walked towards the intersection step by step.
After noticing the arrival of Artolis, the other party still put down those words: "Cut off my head, and I will tell you the story I know."
Artoris didn't understand why the other party asked her to chop off his head every time. If the person in front of her was just an illusion, then why she wanted to find someone to talk to but had to confront herself.
"This is the reserve of a knight. If you can't get my approval, you won't be able to get the answer in your life." What Artolis didn't expect was that the drunkard actually said something else besides that.
Surprised, Artolis also smiled bitterly. What was the so-called answer? It's just an unknown story. So what if you know it, so what if you don't know it. How many people care? If I hadn't been standing here today, perhaps no one would have known this story in the end.
But honestly speaking, she wanted to know, out of curiosity, perhaps out of sympathy, or perhaps out of sympathy for fellow knights.
"Yes, I have learned a lesson." Artoris nodded shamefully, then raised her sword and bow and faced the drunken man.
The dim crossroads were filled with swords, lights, and shadows. The knight was obviously drunk, but he was still able to keep up with Atoris' swordsmanship by relying only on his muscle memory.
It was a life-threatening fighting method, a burst of sword skills that abandoned all defense and only focused on attack. It's obviously the same person, but this drunkard's fighting style is very different from the previous young knight.
Although the opponent's swordsmanship was quite domineering, he would not be able to fight for a long time if he abandoned his defense. After being destroyed by Artoris, the opponent half-knelt on the ground.
"You won..." It was no longer a hearty admission. This time Artolis could hear the unwillingness in the other party's tone. Without hesitation, Artolis immediately chopped off the opponent's head...
That was already ten years later. After the knights and the king conquered a large territory, the king was no longer arrogant and chose to sit on the throne and stabilize the country's situation under the persuasion of Xia Cheng.
But day after day, the knight did not change, but the king changed. He became indulgent and violent, and became a faint king among the people. But the knight didn't know it. He had always believed that the king was not what people said. There must be some misunderstanding. He knew very well what kind of person the king was.
It wasn't until he disguised himself and infiltrated among the people that he realized the reality. He, who thought he knew the king best, felt he had been deceived. Exploitative policies, labor extraction, and a series of legal provisions make the knights shudder. Why, why did the king become like this?
The knight talked to the king about what he saw and heard, but he never thought that his former best friend would listen to the villain's words and actually regard him as a traitor and exile him to the outside world. The armor was confiscated, but the king allowed him to keep only the sword.
Living on the streets and hanging out in casinos, the former knight has turned into a sloppy drunkard!
However, even though he lived such a decadent life, the knight's heart was not corrupted by evil. Although he used violence to fight violence, he also defeated the thugs and protected many civilians.
Both a hero and a coward...
The scene was fixed in a dark and decadent tavern. Seeing this, Artoris bit her lip, started to move, and headed to the next intersection.
There was only one streetlight illuminating this intersection. Under the light, a figure with disheveled hair put a knife blade on his neck.
"Wait!" Artolis was shocked and had no time to stop, and saw the other party slashing her head off with a knife.
"Bang!" A bolt of thunder and lightning struck. It was a stormy night. On this day, a knight from a foreign country approached the drunkard. The knight came here because he found out the drunkard's former identity.
"I think you will agree. We also need your strength." The person told what happened, hoping to get the drunk man's approval.
"If you can find me, you must also know about my friendship with Ozhewe." The drunk man took a sip of wine and showed no interest in the visitor's description.
"It's really hard work for me to come here. Then... please come back, Mr. Cavalry!" The drunkard deliberately lengthened his tone.
"Do you really have no resentment towards that man?" The visitor found it difficult to understand.
"Lies, betrayal, false charges on your head, if you think this friendship is worth protecting!"
"That's enough!" The drunkard grabbed the other party's collar, "It's not my fault, this matter has nothing to do with me." Letting go of his hand, the drunkard turned around and drank all the wine in the glass, and saw that the rain had stopped. After a few minutes, he stood up and planned to leave.
The visitor straightened his clothes, looked at the drunken man's back and said, "What if Ozhewe intends to attack this place?"
"..."
The drunkard finally stood on the side of another country. As a knight captain, it is ironic that the crime of treason was truly established at this moment.
He just wanted to protect this last pure land, why did that man give him any chance of survival! The war ended in failure, the captured knight thought in his heart, and raised his head to glare at the king with eyes that were almost ready to spit out fire.
"My friend, I value you so much, why would you betray me?"
Listening to the king's hypocritical words, the knight shouted hysterically: "I have never regarded you as a friend, nor have I ever regarded you as a friend!"
Looking at each other, a trace of loneliness flashed in the king's eyes, and he raised and lowered his arms.
"me too……"
As the executioner's ax swung down, the knight's head fell to the ground.
Interest can make people go to their heads. This is true for villains, and it is also true for kings. Hypocrisy, betrayal, and extreme resentment create such an evil spirit as the Headless Horseman.
Atoris finally understood why the knight asked her to cut off his head. He died in this way before his death, and he no longer wanted to use his dark eyes to see this world controlled by hypocrisy and interests.
At the next crossroads, I should be facing the Headless Horseman. The other party is willing to tell this story to himself, presumably his soul must also be extremely eager to be redeemed.
I hope I can do it. The knight's life is miserable enough. Artoris doesn't want him to be entangled in resentment even after his death. She must put an end to it all!
