Although the four armor components in the iron box are not complete sets, they are already considered rare treasures. Coupled with the magic inheritance of the magic tower, as well as the Star King and three bone dragons he left for himself, it is a bold move.
It was unprecedented, if not unprecedented! This made Roy even feel flattered.
Therefore, he was quite looking forward to and curious about this teardrop-like crystal.
He didn't know what the last gift Neuotans left to him was.
Roy reached out to the crystal.
As Roy's palm came closer, a soft stream of light flashed across the surface of the crystal clear crystal, and then suddenly turned into a crystal teardrop and fell down.
Roy felt his palms get cold and his eyes froze.
A soft and warm spiritual force surrounded him at this moment. In this spiritual package, he felt as if he was on the bank of a long river of history. In the river, the rolling waves were like a
Fragments of history are played back before your eyes.
He saw a picture.
It was a huge team of knights wearing black armor and flaming red cloaks. They came from the far east, with flags waving and hoofs like thunder. They galloped across the vast land, and the forest of lances reflected the sun.
The light is like a steel jungle. Rolling dust and smoke rise up, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
The journey forward is also a bloody battle.
The demon army surged in from all directions, trying to drown this team like a tide. However, every time, they were shattered like waves hitting the bow of a ship.
The war is spreading in the fertile God-given continent. More and more races are involved, and more and more towns are reduced to ruins in the fire. But no matter what the situation is, this team never flinches. Wherever there are demons,
They appeared wherever they were. In that bloody and chaotic world, they were like a ball of fire, burning brightly.
One by one, the knights fell in the war, but more demons fell in front of them.
Until finally, a mountain range spanning the sky appeared in the field of vision.
While everyone else was blocked by the mountains and escaped the pursuit of the demons, these knights with black hair and black eyes became the guardians of a huge and magnificent fortress.
They are still fighting.
When thousands of demon ants cling to the city wall, and when huge trebuchets bombard boulders weighing dozens of tons with terrifying potential energy, their bodies stand tall in the blood and fire, never
There is no slight bend.
At this time, they were more fierce and cruel than before. There was a tragic atmosphere permeating their bodies.
Ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, three hundred years...the tide of siege surged up and receded again and again. But the flag on the fortress was always flying high.
Generation after generation of knights stood there, fighting to the death.
There is always only one voice between heaven and earth.
"Farrington!"
That's the name of that fortress.
When this name has been baptized by three hundred years of persistence, thousands of bloody battles and countless sacrificed heroes, it has become a symbol, a pride, and a great glory!
Just being qualified to shout these three words is enough to make people excited and proud!
Then, Roy saw the second picture.
It was a woman smiling by the frosty river. Her appearance was so beautiful, and her eyes so charming.
Roy looked at her infatuatedly. Watching her smile softly, watching her speak calmly, watching her gracefully reaching out to condense snowflakes. Finally, watching her blooming in a red snowflake.
At that time, the smile withered.
A wisp of fragrant wind, wrapped in a drop of blood, fell into the frosty river. On the other side of the long river with huge waves, the livid face of an old man in red came into Roy's eyes clearly.
At this moment, Roy's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.
In the eyes of blurred tears, the scene turned again. An old man sat quietly in the military camp. Overnight, his black hair turned into white hair. Then, he took off his armor, wore a long linen coat, and stood among countless black-haired men.
Under the gaze of the knight, he walked out of the fortress gate that he would never have walked out of.
He went all the way west and north until he reached Vatican.
Under that magnificent city, the most sacred in the hearts of countless believers, he waited quietly until dark. Then, like a lone wolf with revenge, he killed Vatican in one night and the blood flowed into a river.
One cardinal after another died in his hands until the short old man wearing a crown and embroidered robes appeared on the Holy See Hill.
Their fight was like the collision of gods. Even at Roy's current level, he could only look up. Like a little ant looking up at two wrestling elephants.
In the end, it was the appearance of two angels and a holy light that gave Old Man Huaguan the upper hand.
"Grandpa..." Roy murmured.
In the picture, the defeated old man was imprisoned in the underground palace on the Holy See Mountain. The old man Hua Guan did not dare to kill him, because on that day, all the knights in the fortress standing in front of the demon tide were ready.
They opened the door to the Redemption Continent, but no one crossed the border.
In this silent way, they sent a warning to the entire continent, including the Kingdom of Heaven.
Finally, the picture slowly disappeared, and a huge figure appeared in front of Roy. The figure became clearer and clearer, and finally turned into a giant wearing a magic robe.
Roy stared at the giant quietly.
That picture was still replaying in his mind, again and again.
Since knowing his life experience, Roy has dreamed countless times that one day he will be able to know everything that happened that year, find out the truth, and find those eyes that are like ghosts, hidden in the fog of history, staring at him coldly, and find
Those enemies who should have paid the price long ago.
However, the level he could contact after just two years after leaving Borabel was still too low. He had not had time to come into contact with the people and secrets that were as high as the clouds.
It was a taboo for everyone in the entire continent, and it was a bloody mouth that was desperately trying to be covered up by countless big shots with deafening names.
All those who try to uncover the truth will end up dead.
Roy is very patient, like a cheetah crawling and moving slowly in the grass. Over the past year, as his strength has improved, the levels he can contact have become higher and higher. He is convinced that one day he will definitely
You will come into contact with the truth, you will definitely uncover the secret and find the enemy who killed your mother.
But what he never dreamed of was that this day would come so suddenly and in this way.
Although it is only a few fragments, and although it is far from the whole secret, the fog of history has finally lifted a corner of the veil in front of me!
Recalling the appearance of the old man in red that was etched in his heart, Roy bowed deeply and saluted the giant... (~^~) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net