This is the claw of White Lion, the Fang of White Lion…
This is the wing of White Lion. It is the glory of White Lion…
This is the soul of White Lion, the pride of White Lion.
The tension on the face of the young Knights turned to sacred. They had a song from the ancient times, and they were sorrowful and majestic, yet they were impassioned. This is the belief that Brando and the first king Eicht passed to them, as if they were escaping through distant time and space. Let people see the truth and belief behind everything.
“Come with me, my Knights, I am with you. Fight side by side with you.”
“Her Highness the Princess, you are with us, we fight side by side -” Knight’s response was low and majestic.
An epic is being written on the battlefield. Aouinian suddenly moved and launched a rapid attack. Above the square, the Knights of countless White Lion Guards made a scream of joy, and they praised and shouted ‘Long live the White Lion’, ‘Long live the Princess’, ‘Long live the Aouine’ to the array of empire defenders. Die and charge.
They are so excited, so indifferent, so dead, as if they are going to face not death, but the glory of Supreme.
Kirrlutzian was blinded, and they found that the flashing of their enemies’ eyes was a crazy color. They lined up into the lance forest and rushed into a row of shield walls. Allow long spear thrusts to wear their bodies, but still attack the Emperor* behind the shield wall.
The emperor’s front line was loose. By the time they reacted, White Lion Guards had already smashed a huge hole in their array. Commander of White Legion saw this scene with a split heart – they hadn’t had time to unfold, and the weakness of the left wing was caught by the other side – but he didn’t expect Aouinian to be so determined, forcibly using Life to catch from the impasse Lived this unique opportunity.
This opportunity is about to bury everything.
The Harbour Defence Army, who was watching this scene, was also paralyzed. They witnessed a Jedi counterattack. The retreating party was a famous Legendary, Anderson legion, the pale wolf in the wilderness, the white of the empire, and Aouinian was creating a Miracles, and this miracle will spread throughout the continent – the empire is defeated, in front of Aouinian.
Almost after a moment of hesitation, all the Harbour Defence Army screamed and joined the counterattack. They only understood one thing in their hearts. After today, the two sides involved in this battle will be famous.
It will witness the rise of a legion.
And at this moment, glory belongs to Aouine –
……
The snow is very big, the snow is thick, the pace is awkward, the sweat seems to blur the line of sight, the lungs are like a nail, the burning pain, the hair sticks to the cheeks, the vision is heavy. Will sleep.
But only the hand is still clinging to the sword –
when!
In a cold light, the sword in his hand flew out and swayed into the snow, splashing and flying a handful of snowflakes.
Still not responding, a violent force has already come from the chest, the sight is a flower, the person has already left the ground, heavily falls to the snow, the cold snow melts the snow water from the forehead, and slides down the nose to the tip of the chin. On the clothes, the clothes have long been damp, and they are cold and heart-wrenching.
“Stand up,” a cold voice screamed with a disappointment: “Come again!”
Somehow, the tears suddenly came out.
“No cry, Halutz!”
Halutz tears her eyes and looks at the head of the mines. She sees the person standing in front of her. The elder sister is in a good shape, wearing a thin armor and holding a long sword, standing in the snow. Here is…, he subconsciously turned back, under the claws of the burnt ancient oak tree, standing with a tall silhouette, he was wearing a wide and thick cloak, behind the sky, the dagger promised.
“You are not as strong as your elder sister, but you will one day become a good king and protect your elder sister. She loves you very much.”
The teardrops are like broken beads, rolling down.
“Halutz, you are a man. Don’t cry!”
“I won’t cry -!”
Halutz cried and jumped up and rolled to the side to grab one’s own sabre in the snow. But he had just had time to touch the coldness of the hilt, and it was already a huge force on his head. Subconsciously raised the sword, a shrill metal rubbing sound, the huge force almost made him retreat, he raises the head, and found that the scenery in front of him has changed.
He is holding a sabre and is intertwined with the Earth Sword in the hands of the teacher Brando. The ground is the thick red carpet of the Valhalla Palace. In the palace, the light and shadow interlaced, and in the light and shadow, Brando had a light grey Count coat, and the raises head looked at him calmly, saying:
“Halutz, what you can do depends on what you want to do, Swordsmanship is different from Magic, it is a manifestation of self-confidence.”
“teacher……”
“Can you beat yourself?”
“I……”
“Take a try again.”
The dark sword edge plucked his sword and stabbed him at a smashing angle, like a poisonous snake. Halutz just remembers this trick. Quickly transferred the long sword, once again blocking the Brando’s attack. The two swords intersected and made a clear voice.
After a sword. Halutz subconsciously took a step forward and wanted to attack, but he suddenly realized what it was, and suddenly stopped and stayed in the same place.
Brando Collapse Earth Sword, laughed.
“Halutz, everyone will eventually learn to sword.”
“The sword will break, the swordsman will die, but they will not fail. Once you get out of the sword, you will already win -“
The foreground of the eye is interlaced and blurred.
In a piece of phantom. He seems to see the elder sister’s tall and straight posture, Yingying standing next to his father. That is the ghost of many times. The background is a bright spring day, a gentle summer night, autumn leaves falling, snow covered winter, the scene in Fort Winterclaw, in Xia Ting, in the Jin Teng Palace, repeated rotation, as if brewing time of sour and slightly sweet; He saw himself falling again and again, and he got up again and again from the ground. He saw his disappointing shaking his head and saw the promised dagger. The final picture was fixed on the square of the Holy Cathedral of Fossa.
He saw that he led Knights to charge the empire’s front, long spear shines, the flag flutters, and the ancient Heroic Spirits surrounds the battlefield and sings.
He saw that the spirit of anger, self-confidence and firm self, the ‘Her Highness the Princess’ that seems to be Valkyrie, seems to see a person who stands opposite himself and is completely opposite.
“Halutz, this world is like a huge stage. One day, everyone will find one’s own positioning on it.”
“You don’t have to be discouraged by one’s own weakness, because you haven’t seen the hidden pride in your heart.”
“The real, inactive people will not be disappointed with themselves…”
“You will be proud to stand in the center of the stage, and I will be proud of you.”
Halutz didn’t know if he was still crying, whether he should still cry, and the long sword in his hand fell, disappearing in the darkness.
Everything is in the dark.
When he re-eyes opened his eyes, the blurred vision was blank and his chest was burning. He was consciously screaming and shouting: “Her Highness the Princess woke up!” Then there was a panic, his consciousness A loose, actually fainted. When he woke up again, it was the setting sun. At Twilight, the sun was drifting on the sea, and the sunset glow filled the entire Fusha Square.
The emperor* has already retired. At this moment, the entire Fatan port is peaceful. Although the direction of the city is full of smoke, the flag of the half-legged legion can no longer be seen. The soldiers were full of reverence and told ‘her’ that after he led Knights to repel the last attack of the white legion, the emperor* inexplicably withdrew from the city, and almost everyone attributed this miracle to ‘her’. Call ‘her’ a ‘fantasy of Fatanta’.