Chapter 1321 The Twelve Knights Appear!

The cool breeze rustled, blowing the smoke from the battlefield left over from who knows how many thousands of years ago, hazy, covering up the wreckage on the ground.[bsp; Although there were no bones, there were broken swords and pierced armor all over the ground.

, the chopped shield, the cracked helmet, covered with blood and rust, seem to have inherited the master's will during his lifetime, whistling in the wind and mourning in the smoke.

Reluctance, anger, fear, kill! Kill! Kill!

Murderous aura rose from all over the place, filling the entire miméng desolate battlefield. It was suffocating, and the pupils that suddenly condensed seemed to have traveled through countless eras in an instant and saw the tragic and tragic war that took place here.

Endless desolation, endless heroism, endless killing intent, this is a scarred world, with gloomy sky, desolate earth, broken battlefield, not a single thing is complete.

There is such an aggressive momentum echoing between heaven and earth, which seems to be telling that no matter how dazzling things are, they will be submerged in the long river of history, and only heaven and earth will last forever.

Despite this, one's existence cannot be concealed.

Standing quietly on a hill with a grave, the figure was wearing a graceful and smooth but very ordinary knight's armor.

In this endless battlefield, it is the only upright object, the only complete thing, regardless of the erosion of history, like a heroic spirit that will live forever.

Its feet were covered with broken armors, helmets, broken swords, and arrows, spreading down from the small hill less than a hundred meters high. They were piled so full that they were almost invisible.

to the land.

These broken armors and weapons were like flowing water, centered on the figure of the knight standing on the hill. After flowing down from the hill, they spread in all directions, covering a radius of hundreds of meters and a radius of one kilometer.

Ten thousand meters in radius...

After a full radius of ten thousand meters, the density of these broken armors and weapons gradually became sparse, revealing the scorched black land again.

What kind of shock is this?

Only the figure of the knight stood in the sky and the earth, and with it as the center, the remains of armor and weapons spread out over a radius of 10,000 meters.

Although it is unbelievable, it is easy to think of this tragic battlefield filled with murderous intent and fear. Is the owner of these armor weapons the work of that knight alone?

Although no bones were shed, judging from the number of these weapon remains, there were probably tens of thousands... no, one hundred thousand, maybe more soldiers, who fell here with unwillingness and fear.

The spirit and will of these warriors can be injected into their weapons and armors. Even after countless years, they still exude a murderous aura. This is enough to prove that they are not cannon fodder, but each one is a carefully selected elite.

.

So, where is the figure of the knight?

If this battlefield was all it called, what kind of existence would it be if it could massacre hundreds of thousands of elite warriors with one person?

Once this thought arises, it cannot be contained, and a chill spreads throughout the body.

Just relying on this battlefield, the figure of the knight has achieved the aura of defeating the enemy without fighting.

Just as I was staring blankly at him, the motionless figure of the knight finally made some movement.

Raise your hands, hold both sides of the helmet, and slowly push it up.

His face was not visible, but his long, soft, slightly curly brown hair poured down from the sealed helmet like running water and draped over his chest.

Embellished by this beautiful long brown hair is an even more beautiful and moving female face after taking off the helmet completely.

Turns out to be a woman?

The person who created this massacre battlefield was actually a woman?

I patted my head. In fact, I should have guessed it by looking at the lines of the armor. However, against the background of the battlefield and hundreds of thousands of dead souls, her presence was so powerful that even if the lines of the armor on her high and raised chest were

I didn't notice it there either.

Of course, what surprised me even more was the absolutely beautiful and pretty face exposed.

Only a little inferior to Linya and the others, the national color is fragrant, the fish falls like a wild goose, the stunning color is alluring, it is well deserved to be used on her, of course, this is not the point.

The point is the smile on this face.

With a slow-toned, somewhat scattered soft smile, it is a quite gentle expression.

In normal times, this is not surprising. I have never seen the Three Demon Gods and Four Demon Kings. How can I not even see a gentle girl? If you have never seen it, go and see the Rogge Diva Vilas, and you will know what gentleness is.

, such words of praise were widely circulated in Rogge camp.

As Willas's husband, if I were surprised by someone else's gentle smile, I would be really sorry for her.

But the problem is, this soft and gentle smile is placed here.

In this desolate and chilling battlefield.

Out of place.

How could a person who might have slaughtered hundreds of thousands of lives here show such a gentle smile?

contradiction.

Her heroic appearance in knight's armor was surprisingly compatible with the battlefield, just like the feeling between a fish and water.

She has an innocent and beautiful appearance like a young girl in bloom, with the mature and steady aura of beauty, but the sense of vicissitudes exuded from her body is comparable to that of Akara, Kane, and even Arlandlan who has lived for thousands of years.

Strong.

Such contradictory feelings are all concentrated in one person, but they feel surprisingly integrated. This sense of contrast is itself a kind of contradiction.

It really makes me, a person with a weak mind, unable to understand and entering a state of panic.

"Oh my, what? Are you stunned by my beauty?"

After a long time, probably because she saw me staring blankly, this knight lady with a soft smile on her face gently nodded her cheek, with a little sleepiness and a little confusion, tilted her head and asked

.

Like her smile and her long, fluffy brown hair, her voice is very gentle, with an enchanting magnetism. The most obvious thing is the slow tone, which is almost as if she is a little muffled.

Silly beautiful wife.

"Where are Arturia and the others?"

I woke up and asked cautiously, now was not the time to be in a daze.

"Not bad, not bad. The first one reminds me of my companion. I have to give at least ninety points here." The female knight clapped her hands.

"It's easy to say, it turns out to be 90 points, so let's pass." I gave the other party a thumbs up cheerfully.

"No, the test hasn't started yet." He always spoke in a gentle tone that slowed down others, and made him lose his temper when he refused.

As expected, he is not an easy guy to fool, and he can't fool her with his natural wifely aura!

I secretly became vigilant.

"Don't worry, Xiaolang, your majesty's heir and her maid are safe now."

Oh, just be safe.

Although I knew I shouldn't believe the other person's words so easily, there seemed to be something in that soft, slow and sweet tone... a kind of persuasive and convincing power.

That is the integrity and honesty of knights.

Although she looks like a gentle and confused wife, she is still a knight.

No, wait a minute, I shouldn't have felt relieved so early. Is it an illusion? There seemed to be some words that I couldn't accept in the other person's words just now.

Little wolf?

Could it be that you are calling me?

Could it be that this female knight was ashamed of her time and customs?

I still love Kinomoto Sakura!

"Wait a minute, this... this lady, I have a name, my name is..."

"Originally, we agreed to let little Elufa appear, but unfortunately she went to see His Majesty's stone monument and hasn't come back yet. And you, little wolf, didn't expect that what you are good at is mental power. I was so happy when I saw the hunting heart, hehe

Hee, will little Elufa forgive me?"

Completely ignoring my protest, the guy opposite started talking to himself.

"Ahem, I'm not called Xiaolang." As for the issue of principle, I think it is necessary to argue to the end.

"The little wolf is so cute."

Ah, pretending to be stupid, this guy is definitely acting cute and pretending to be stupid. He clearly wants to implement the title of my little wolf.

"I am Druid, Druid Wu Fan. You can call me cloaked man, palace killer, singer, sister control, daughter control, harem elder, fool prince, beast duke, anything is OK. Please, little one

Just spare the wolf."

I didn't give the other party a chance to continue pretending to be confused and said it in one breath.

Probably because he was stunned by my series of sharp nicknames, the other party was speechless for a long time.

"Little Wolf is really awesome, he has so many cute nicknames."

After a long time, this knightly woman with a soft temperament clasped her hands together, her eyes sparkling, and sighed sincerely.

I:"……"

This guy didn't take my words seriously at all.

"Okay, I've already introduced myself. Shouldn't you introduce yourself too?" I felt that there was no room for communication with this kind of slow-paced and confused wife knight woman, so I had to change the topic.
To be continued...