Act 10 Territory (4)

Test raised his head and saw that the forest in his field of vision was mottled green like a dream. The knights lay scattered in the open space around him, thirty-seven of them, their bodies lying quietly among the dead leaves in the forest, no longer alive. The young Viscount felt a dull pain from the sword wound under his ribs. When he inhaled, he was accompanied by waves of needle-pricking sensations, which made him feel dizzy.

He saw the green knight behind a chestnut tree looking coldly at this side in the darkness, like a ghost. Only then did Test feel dizzy and realized that he had been fooled, but the information came from within the All-Union Society, and the letter sent to him by Magsk (the leader of the Blade Cavalry) also had the Seal of the Krait, unless that The damn cavalry commander himself was a double-dealing traitor - Test exhaled a breath, cursed in his mind, and subconsciously reached back with one hand to fumble for his sword, which had been knocked to one side. This is more like a subconscious action. Even in his heyday, he only exchanged swords with the knight covered in emerald armor and was seriously injured. That kind of power was unpredictable and the most unbearable for him. The thing is, the other party doesn't even have the power to activate the element.

He was defeated using only simple swordsmanship.

Test glanced at the white rock altar in the center of the clearing. The plain long sword lay flat on the flat rock. The hilt of the long sword is engraved with a gold and red pattern, with images of three unknown heroic spirits painted on it. That is the Lion Heart Sword, the legendary holy sword that contains the king's kindness, bravery and justice. But there was still the motionless Knight of the Lake between the sword and him.

It's like being separated by a natural chasm.

The Knight of the Lake stood quietly among the trees. He followed the instructions of ancient knights and did not take action against those who were injured and unable to move. If ordinary people faced such an opportunity, they would probably wisely choose to retreat, but Tester sneered and continued to crawl forward with determination. Even though the sword wounds on his thighs, abdomen and ribs prevented him from standing up at all, the young Viscount could still move his body forward inch by inch with just his two hands.

He was seriously injured and knew that he would not die soon, but even if he was going to die, Test believed that he had to die closer to the target than others. He grew up being looked down upon by others. As the illegitimate son of Duke Golan-Elsen, he has long understood the warmth and coldness of people in the world; if everything is unreliable, then he can only rely on himself - if he is weak, he will lose everything. It is also because of this kind of ambition that he achieved his current status little by little.

The ambition to fight even if it costs one's life.

The young Viscount gritted his teeth and crawled, not knowing when the Knight of the Lake's sword would pierce his heart. Or he may die from excessive blood loss. But what he didn't expect was that the knight covered with a layer of emerald armor just looked at him with his eyes under the metal mask, then put away his sword and turned around and left without saying a word.

This is how the same thing?

Test was slightly startled,

However, after a brief period of vigilance, he did not miss this opportunity and immediately climbed forward with more strength. No matter what, the opportunity must not be missed, and it will never come back; even if he was going to die, he would take the sword off the altar. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the holy white rock altar, the distance shortening inch by inch, and finally he could reach out his hand to reach the hilt of the sword on the rock.

However, the moment he held the Lion Heart Sword, a wave of heat flowed through his body. He clearly felt that his body was becoming active, as if every pore was open and the wounds were itching slightly and repairing at a faster pace. However, the young Viscount was slightly startled. He lowered his head and found that except for the blood stain on his chest, the wound under his ribs had disappeared without a trace.

Holy sword!

Test took a deep breath. He knelt down with difficulty and held up the sword in his hand to look at it carefully. Then to his surprise, the Lion Heart Sword in his hand just started to glow a little bit, and these lights healed the wounds on his body one by one. However, the next moment, the luster on the sword quickly faded away. Then it turned into a stone.

The young Viscount was startled and almost threw the stone sword in his hand. However, when he calmed down and carefully stroked the sword blade with his hand, he could no longer feel the ripples of magic power at all, as if he was really holding a cold stone in his hand. Apart from its unique shape, it is no different from other stones in the forest.

"What's going on..." Test, who survived the disaster, was holding a long sword inexplicably. Judging from the previous vision, it should be the Lion Heart Sword, but why suddenly it turned into stone again. He held the long sword in both hands, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Although this thing was obviously a stone, there was a vague illusion that it was resisting him, as if the sword was clearly in his hand, but it felt like it was not here.

Test tightly grasped the Lion Heart Sword that turned into stone. He was confused for a while, but he looked around - the forest behind this rock was not wide. They had already searched it inch by inch, and there should be nothing else in it. Something. From this point of view, the sword in his hand should not be a fake, but why it became like this still needs to be answered, but this is not something he will think clearly for a while. He just pondered for a moment and made a decision first. Take this thing out and talk about it later.

But before leaving, he couldn't help but look back cautiously.

The Knight of the Lake should be hiding in the shadow somewhere in the forest, staring at him with cold eyes. However, the other party did not show up again in the end, which made him relieved. "This trip is really unlucky..." Test couldn't help but shook his head vigorously, and did not look at the corpses scattered on the ground. He just held the sword and passed over the corpses of many knights, and walked staggeringly out of the forest.

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The buzzing slate finally stopped in Brando's hands. He had never encountered a Sage Slate that resonated for such a long time before. Several people in the dungeon stared motionlessly at the stone slab in Brando's hand with a mysterious rune painted on it. It wasn't until it stopped for a long time that the others returned their gaze to Brando.

The dungeon fell silent, and occasionally a small sound of dripping water could be heard in the distance.

"This is the bound Sage Slate, Lord." Although Belu was both a prisoner and a minister of Brand at the moment, he stood in front of the young lord neither humble nor haughty. As if to use this to show that he only took refuge temporarily - if one day, he might still return to the royal party at any time. But what surprised him was that Brando didn't seem to care about this, which made him both surprised and inexplicable - compared with this state of uncertainty, he actually had a feeling that made the young man close himself again. The illusion that it might be better if we go back. However, freedom is hard-won. Just feeling the warmth of the torch light makes him greedy to breathe more free air, so he will never say such words again.

Brando looked at the old man, as if reading this idea from his bright and dark face, and nodded, "Do you know him?" he asked. Brando didn't care about the other party's attitude because he was not a noble himself. He had been the head of the guild, but he had never been a lord. To be honest, although he is in this position now, he does not have this awareness, it is just that he has not noticed it himself. However, his attitude was unanimously recognized by those who followed him. Even though Antitina criticized it, she had to admit that Brando's approachable attitude gave the group a sense of cohesion. .

What's more, the strong self-confidence that young people exude all the time is enough to motivate people to follow.

Even the daughter of a nobleman can't help but think from time to time that maybe this is the so-called unique personal charm.

But at this moment, Brando's curious eyes fell on Belu again. The Sage Slate was described in the Cruz people's creation myth "Poetry of the Blue" and the mountain people's record of the ancient times in "The Howling Wind", and Miner people and witches believe that they are the fragments of stars that fell to the earth, because they can be connected with the thread of destiny in the sky. In fact, mortals have known a lot about the Sage Slate for thousands of years, and Hoshijian has also used it for divination - by connecting the tablet to a certain thing, and then she can accurately predict the direction of things related to it. . The Stone Sage also uses the same method to foresee the future. As long as you place the Sage Slate on the Stone Sage, you can get the answer you want. Folk legends have always been like this, and players have personally confirmed that in past games There is indeed such a setting.

However, the master craftsman could tell that the Sage Slate in his hand had been bound, which was not simple. Not everyone is aware of rune magic, especially the runes on the Philosopher's Stone are the oldest ones. As a craftsman of a royal family, it can be explained that he has heard the legends of several artifacts, but being proficient in ancient runes is a bit strange. You must know that even Buga's craftsman wizards are not proficient in rune magic. So Brando stopped and looked at the other party, but he did not rule out the possibility that the other party was just guessing, so he asked: "Indeed, but can the master recognize what the stone is pointing to?"

Brando's question was a bit difficult to ask, because even he himself didn't know what the ghostly symbols on the stone slab meant. At most, he could guess that it must be related to the Lion Heart Sword.

"That's..." Beilu suddenly stopped and his expression became more and more serious. Brando soon saw the master craftsman staring at the slate in his hand, and his hands could not help but tremble. "Sage, the emblem of the king, bravery, justice and kindness, how could..." He took a breath lightly. He couldn't help but look at it again, but his face became more solemn as he looked at it. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and took a step back. He looked up at Brando with disbelief and asked tentatively: "Lion Heart Sword?"

Brando's expression soon became even more surprised than him.

Akane on the side also shouted in a low voice. Although she did not know what the Sage Slate was or what rune magic was, as a citizen of Eruin, one of the most famous stories she had heard since childhood was nothing more than this. The story of the benevolent King Ekko and his Lionheart Sword. She immediately turned around as if she wanted to get confirmation on the young man's face, but she heard Brando ask in a voiceless voice:

"how do you know?"

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