High Above

Clang!

At the moment when the four eyes met, Wiggs drew his sword.

The half-handed sword in his hand is three feet two inches long, the hilt is like a hammer, with animal bone carvings, the tip is made of heavy iron, it is stable and upward, but it is just right for slashing.

The moment he drew his sword, he couldn't even see the afterimage, he could only feel a silver arc cutting through the air and floating dust, and even between the friction of the air, there were shock waves overflowing that were visible to the naked eye.

This blow of the sonic sword is enough to cut through the heavy armor of a heavily armed knight, and disembowel a monster several meters high. It only takes one blow to completely kill a giant wild boar that can easily crash into a house. This is Wiggers' sword skill Proof of being close to the big knights with physical fitness.

clang!

But this was almost instinctive, a sword without any lag was blocked by another long sword without a sharp edge.

Straight out the sword, against the power point of the long sword in Weggs' hand, the source quality oscillated, making the sabers of both sides offset as if time stood still.

"calm."

Hilliard said calmly: "Weggs, are you so impatient? Do you want to test me with a sword?"

"Or, you have suffered too much in recent years, and your spirit has become a little abnormal?"

And Wiggs just stared blankly at the mentor's face, he jumped back, and took advantage of the situation to withdraw his sword.

"It's really you...you're really old..."

The black-haired knight said solemnly, and then his tone was a little mocking: "I have suffered a lot these years, but I am afraid it is far less than you, mentor."

Wiggs squinted his eyes, staring at the calm old knight in front of him, slowly retracting his sword, and said sarcastically: "After all, you have been wanted and wandered for decades, and I can't compare you any more."

"Not necessarily." Hilliard also slowly withdrew his sword, and sighed: "You have been imprisoned in the mud pit in the imperial capital for twenty or thirty years, and I just went back to my old job, farming and fishing in the countryside. Fish, just fooling around."

Then the two fell into a long silence.

Both parties looked at each other's current situation, looked for each other's flaws and positions, and considered the surrounding environment.

The invisible will and perception touch and test in mid-air.

"Weggs, I can't blame you for wanting to survive. After all, you didn't know anything back then."

But this time, it was Hilliard who spoke first.

The old knight pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and said in a gentle tone, "You are still a patrol knight, and being able to work for the royal family is already a status and honor that ordinary people can't match in their lifetime."

"To be honest, this is good enough, why do you have to follow my tracks."

He spoke calmly, pointing out the most crucial point: "Whose order? The Duke of the Western Territory? General Yuanyan? The one from Junlingbao...or maybe the new emperor?"

"Or, is it your own desire?"

Wiggs stared at his former mentor. The other party is still the same as in the past, calm and calm, always able to grasp the most critical core of things.

Yes - he is already a patrol knight, he is already the middle and upper class of the empire, he has spiritual powers, and can easily gain the handle of many nobles.

Just like how he could easily get a lot of bribes from Viscount Grant, if he just wanted a peaceful life, he would have been able to muddle along long ago, be a normal person, and enjoy a decadent and luxurious life.

So, why, risking death to track down the traces of your former mentor?

"There are so many reasons."

Wiggs walked slowly, and the two began to move towards the dominant positions they had identified. He and Hilliard faced each other from a distance, with his hands also on the hilt of his sword: "It's because I don't know anything, so I want to To know."

The two of them looked at each other across half of the shallow lake, but the surrounding ground began to vibrate slightly.

The dust, rocks, and even the roots of the surrounding trees began to shake, causing the leaves to fall, and the dust floated without wind, suspended in mid-air, like fog.

"Why exactly?"

After taking a deep breath, the black-haired knight sternly asked through all of this: "Why did His Majesty die in his prime without making any will?"

"Why did you, mentor, defect to the empire and become a wanted criminal?"

"Why did the prince also die in that turmoil, but no one dared to mention the real cause of his death?"

"Why is the Patrol Knights completely wiped out, and only pawns like me are barely spared?!"

"And why have you been silent for so many years, silent until now?!"

"You ask me why? But shouldn't it be me who should ask why?"

"Teacher, tell me? Why did the empire become like this!"

Buzz!

Just as Wiggs kept questioning, the invisible source of confrontation between the two sides spread, causing the earth to rise and the shallow lake to dry up.

The sand and solid rock surged up, forming a shield around the two of them.

The trees rooted around the lake forest fell down, because the earth they rooted in has begun to shake, translucent crystals and white rock calcium gushed out from the earth, manifested and condensed on the surface of their skin, becoming a layer of artificial armor .

More than that……

The silent Hilliard's long sword with no front sheds its mundane surface, revealing its true material—it is pitch-black abyss iron, composed of countless regular crystal grains, it is the One of the strongest substances, it can withstand the extreme heat in the abyss.

On the other side, with Wiggs' original armor as the skeleton, the pure white enamel armor gradually covered and grown, and has turned into a giant more than three meters high. The enamel armor almost armed with ether seems indestructible, standing on the ground.

"The empire has weakened, and my dreams are completely unfulfilled."

A deep voice came from the bone armor: "My hometown is burned by war, and my future is bleak."

"Yes, mentor, I was just an apprentice you rescued and pointed at casually, not your official disciple, so I survived."

"But what else can I do if I live like this? It's nothing more than eating and waiting to die. And I don't know any of the reasons for all this, but I have to bear the consequences!"

Anger, hatred, resentment, bewilderment... and deep incomprehension.

Instead, Wiggs' voice gradually calmed down as he spoke: "I transferred from my true form to my bloodline, sublimated my organ conflicts, and almost died of distortion."

"If I don't rely on the royal treasure 'Tracing the Origin of Dew', I will stop at the second energy level for the rest of my life. If it is not for psionic powers, I can't even stay in the Patrol Knights, let alone in the empire." Gather strength."

"There are so many things I need to know, how can I stop at Ninghui like this?"

"But how can I get enough credit to get traceable dew?"

There is no need to answer this question, the man stared at the old knight in front of him.

Because the answer was right in front of his eyes.

"The legacy of the Black King."

Weggs said softly: "In the mouths of the Patrol Knights and the nobles of the imperial capital, you betrayed His Majesty the late emperor by taking advantage of the dark moon turmoil, and stole the peerless treasures inherited from the royal family-but I know that this is half-truth False, the false is that the treasure has absolutely nothing to do with the imperial family, and teacher, you will never steal His Majesty's treasure."

"The real aspect is that the treasure does exist. It is precisely because of that inconceivable fetish that His Majesty was able to change from a bastard in the past to the master of the revitalization of the Weiling Taila empire."

Staring at Hilliard, there is both fiery greed and nervousness on guard.

Wearing bone armor, the knight of Liuyin said firmly:

"This treasure and fetish must be in your hands, mentor!"