MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 208 · Former heroes

Pushing open the gate of the old inner castle main building, the internal environment is no different from the filthy environment outside. Judging from the remaining traces, it is a classic imperial aristocratic decoration style. The house is filled with various treasures, rare metals, and many rare objects. Including the two elven magic tree lamps left behind, the gems inlaid on them are also gone.

  There is a thick layer of white cobwebs hanging in the corner, the torch has long been extinguished, and dark creatures breed in the building. In the aisle, there are several damaged human and beastman skeletons, showing the past wars to the visitors who entered it.

Walking in the aisle, the only thing that is completely preserved on the wall is the commemorative portrait of the founding emperor Sigma. Judging from the scene, it is about the first battle of the Black Fire Pass. The portrait of the Emperor is resolute and tall. Shining like a comet, in his right hand he held high the inherited treasure of the Dwarf High King's family, the holy hammer "Skull Crusher" Gail-Maraz, with a stomach covered in meteorite armor, and in the other hand he held the orc warrior Urgruk Blood The hideous head of Tusk, the green tide from Blackfire Pass, fell apart and fled, while the men and dwarves behind Sigmar cheered.

   "How ironic..." Lai Lun stopped in front of the portrait for a few seconds.

   "Lai Lun, what are you looking for in this dilapidated place?" Princess Dragon asked curiously, following Baron Draco, her beautiful eyes kept looking inside the castle.

   "Don't worry, you'll know right away." Shengguang dispelled the darkness in front of him, and he walked upstairs along the stone spiral staircase without saying anything.

   "Well, the more you say that, the more curious I become...."

   A few minutes later, the two arrived at the top floor of the main building of the castle.

Along the way, the spiral staircase was covered with mottled and deep bloodstains, every floor of the castle had traces of battles, the wooden doors that were split open by heavy axes, the wine cabinets that fell on the ground, the furniture and walls piled up in one place had long been destroyed. Rotten arrows are lost.

  The sergeants guarding the castle went up layer by layer. They overturned the wine cabinet, created a fire curtain, hacked with swords, and hacked with axes. They tried every means to prevent the enemy from attacking, but they lost layer by layer.

  The more you go up, the more bones of big horned beasts and giant horned bulls, and the more human knights fell on the icy ground. Finally, the desperate defenders came to the top floor of the main building and fought desperately at the last moment of their lives.

   At the last moment of their lives, the skeletons of the human soldier and the beast man embraced and died. This was not because they realized each other's suffering and hugged each other friendly, but because they wanted to kill each other even with their teeth.

Looking over, Lai Lun sighed softly. Duncan Castle fell into the Three Emperors period. This was the tragedy caused by the chaotic situation of the human empire at that time. He was powerless to change it. It's mentioned in the manuscript.

Shen Zhu could feel the emotional changes in Lai Lun, Princess Dragon's eyes gradually softened, and she walked behind Lai Lun: "They are all respectable heroes, facing the threat of chaos, and truly interpreting the virtue of sacrifice of a great warrior , the title of hero is well-deserved for them.”

   "Hmm..." Lai Lun quickly regained his composure, and he said to Shen Zhu, "His Royal Highness Shen Zhu, can you sense the difference behind this door?"…

   Lai Lun already knows the special power mastered by the Dragon Princess. She can perceive the changes of everything in the world through the balance of yin and yang, especially for the existence of magic.

Hearing the sound, Shen Zhu closed her eyes, raised her hand and pressed lightly on the wooden door, and felt it: "The yin is strong, like a few deeply obsessed wraiths, if you are looking for an enchanted item, then it is very likely to be in the behind the door."

   "It seems that I have found the right place." Lailun nodded. From the vision of obtaining the Rune Fang of the Beast Slayer, he saw a lost legendary battle flag, the Black Wing Battle Banner, also known as the Hope Battle Banner.

Historically, it last appeared in Duncan Castle. Some scholars believe that if there were no Black Wing Battle Banner standing above Duncan Castle, then the 1,700 defenders in charge of guarding the castle would have faced tens of thousands of Beastmen. Surrounded and out of ammunition and food, it is impossible to fight to the last man.

"Shen Zhu, take a few steps back." As he said, Lai Lun stood in front of the iron gate leading to the top floor, flipped his hands and took the Heram Warhammer from behind, and the next second, blazing flames filled the aisle. middle.

   "Hmm..." Princess Dragon walked down a few steps, and said, "Be careful..."

   Charged up with both hands, and swung out the warhammer.

   "Peng!

  ”

  The eardrum-stinging roar reverberated on the four walls. Lai Lun's charged blow directly broke the rusty iron bolt behind the door, and the iron objects fell to the ground one after another, "Ding—ding—"

   "It's opened." Lai Lun pushed open the heavy iron door, and saw an empty space. The severely damaged roof was covered with corpses and weapons. The pitch-black liquid solidified on the ground, which was a mixture of human blood and animal blood.

In the deep place of filth and mess, a battle flag with black background and gold border is still hunting in the evening wind, as if cheering for the arrival of visitors. Next to the flagpole stands a human-shaped skeleton, with one arm broken from the shoulder , almost relying on the battle flag to maintain a standing posture, looking extremely tragic.

   "That's the Black Wing Battle Banner you mentioned?" Shen Zhu stepped forward curiously, but Lai Lun dragged her behind her: "Bound Soul."

   "Uh~~~Uh~~~~"

The crows stopped at the edge of the roof flapped their wings and flew up. They sensed the ominous atmosphere. Lai Lun also squinted his eyes and looked intently. Front end is flat.

   "Oh~~~" More than a dozen strange dark blue spirits appeared in front of the two of them, and the burning will-o'-the-wisp danced in their empty eye sockets.

Even if they turned into illusory spirit bodies, they still tightly held the long swords and halberds they had in life, and the withered, bloodless faces of the soul-bound creatures, opened their mouths and screamed at Lai Lun with hatred: "Ah— —!”

  Princess Dragon took a closer look and saw this group of soul-binding creatures that appeared out of thin air. Each of them was bound by a string of illusory chains at their feet, like a curse or a shackle.

   "They look different from the undead creatures in the wild." Shen Zhu continued, her pretty eyes locked tightly: "I understand, they are guarding that flag."

"Yes, the great obsession, the obsession to protect the empire, even if they have already died in battle, they will be bound by the oath." Lai Lun said calmly, he took a step and walked straight forward Go, completely ignoring the fierce roars of the dozen or so soul-bound souls around, and said to the back: "Stand here and don't move."...

   "Hey...you, you..." Princess Dragon raised her hand subconsciously, so she obediently stood still.

  Lai Lun walked towards the flag step by step, and the soul-bound souls guarding the black-winged battle flag quickly ran towards him, and a huge spiritual sword swung at his head.

   "Clang!"

  Elector's holy sword, the beast-slayer's rune fangs were unsheathed, and the blade with the ancient rune luster resisted the fierce blow of the soul-binding. The illusion and the real collided, and sparks burst out.

   "Ugh...?!" Bound Soul's expression changed color.

Only Lailun looked as usual, ignoring the blade, he strode forward, approaching the bound soul, and pressed his palm full of the power of the holy light on the spirit body, purifying the bound heroic spirit: "Rest in peace, Heroes of the Empire."

"I, Baron Draco, come to Lun Wald, and bring the glory that once belonged to you! The Rune Fang of the Beast Slayer has been recovered, and Duncan Castle has returned to the embrace of the Empire!" Lai Lun kept walking, loudly Said: "Rest in peace, heroes! You have fulfilled the oath of protection you made before you were alive! You have fulfilled your responsibility and sacrificed for the empire! So, rest in peace! In the name of Charlemagne and the wolf **** Urik!"

"Well…."

   Around Lai Lun, the souls of the heroes bound by obsession seemed to regain a little sanity in Lai Lun's words, and the will-o'-the-wisps in the empty eye sockets kept beating, as if they were meditating or remembering.

  Princess Dragon stood at the back, staring at Lai Lun's back, watching this scene quietly.

"Finally." The illusory spirit emerged from the skeleton holding the flagpole tightly in one hand. There was a pale halo all over him, as if enveloped by the power of blessing. He was there, motionless, with the same appearance. There is no difference between other bound souls, but Lai Lun standing in front of him can feel the admiration from the heart, and a sense of reverence arises from the depths of his soul.

His appearance is exactly the same as that of Duke Conrad that Lai Lun saw in the vision. His upright facial features revealed a hint of gloom, and his expression was a little relieved, but also full of complexity. He stared at Lai Lun with eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the body, and said softly : "Someone still found us."

  Lai Lun took a step back, nodded and said: "The last elector of the province of Drakovald, Duke Conrad!"

"The last term... Yes, Duncan Castle is the last stronghold of Drakovald Province. I, the Elector, failed to save it from the claws of the beastmen..." The soul of Duke Conrad, he was surrounded by Turning into a phantom, his ethereal voice was full of regret, and his face was filled with deep sorrow: "I, the sinner of the entire province, failed to live up to the position of elector passed down by my ancestors, the province, is going to perish in my hands."

"Duke Conrad, if you and your 1,700 people had not stood firm in Duncan Castle for 16 days, the entire northern part of the empire would have been swept away by the beast tide that year. The only road that the world must pass, worthy of the name of the elector, your feats will never be forgotten by the entire empire!" Lai Lun said in a deep voice.

"..." The soul of the last Elector of Drakovald Province was silent, he looked at Lai Lun: "I feel the power of the Rune Fang of the Beast Slayer, young man, you got It has been recognized by the Holy Sword of the Elector."...

   "Yes." Lai Lun nodded.

"My soul has been sleeping in my body for hundreds of years. Although the black wing battle flag keeps my consciousness from dissipating, I can feel that the beastmen have taken the holy sword from their hands. Everything has disappeared. Now, the Holy Sword of the Beast Slayer appeared in front of me again." Duke Conrad's soul showed a smile: "That means one thing, young man, you have recovered Duncan Castle."

".Yes."

   There was a long silence, and the surrounding soul-bound souls also stood still in place.

"Very good, very good." Duke Conrad's soul nodded slightly, and he looked around with an indescribable apology in his tone: "Actually, there are still many problems... But the speed of the soul's dissipation does not allow... I have no regrets seeing the Runefang of the Beast Slayer again."

   "Okay, young man, please do it, let me rest in peace!"

   "..." Lai Lun was silent, he raised his palm and pressed it on the spirit body in front of him, and at the same time handed over the Holy Sword of the Elector.

  The former guardian and the current guardian, even the briefest communication, can feel the meaning deep in the heart.

"It's a pity, I can never go back to the good old days..." Duke Conrad's voice was already low, his soul gradually dissipated under the holy light, he stretched out his illusory palm to caress the Rune Fang of the Beast Slayer, the holy The sword was also trembling and ringing: "Come on, Len Wald, is it, young man?"

   "Yes!" Lai Lun responded loudly.

   "Well done...Elector Holy Sword and Drakovald, I will leave it to you..." The words closed, and the soul phantom closed its eyes.

  The dazzling holy light shone on the top of the castle, and Conrad's soul gradually dissipated. With the last white light spot, his soul was completely purified and rested forever.

   Except for the Holy Sword of the Elector and the black-winged battle flag, the last Elector of Drakovald Province has nothing left, and these are the most important.

  Lai Lun hung the Holy Sword of the Elector on his waist again, and held the black-winged battle flag with both hands. The power flowing on its surface removed the dirt on the flag. After a few seconds, the battle flag completely belonged to Lai Lun.

  The top floor of the main building of the castle is still so dilapidated, but, amidst the dilapidation, a trace of gloom dissipated.

   Rolling up the flag, Lai Lun held the flagpole, with an imperceptibly solemn expression, turned and walked in the direction he came from: "Let's go."

"Um."

  Duncan Castle, illuminated by torches, is incompatible with the surrounding darkness.

   A few kilometers away from Duncan Castle, a brand-new, small-scale Wanmo Rock was temporarily built by a man-made tribe. It lacked a lot of sacrifices and rituals, and the divine grace that the Wanmo Rock could produce was decreasing day by day.

   "The ruins... fall, humans... gather, invincible!" The screaming shaman waved a staff full of deformed heads and human bones, and there were signs of festering everywhere.

   "Don't worry...Peroz, wait!" The four-horned beast king Ungul growled. Its ferocious blood-red beast boy stared at the humans outside the deep forest, and hatred grew in the heart of the beast king.

   "No! Ungur, evil god.... Oracle! Divine grace, divine grace!" The screaming shaman was full of tyranny.

   "Two days, the moon is full, beast tide... God's grace."

   "Last wait, humans, elves, dwarves... perish! Kill, sacrifice!"

In the forest, there are countless figures of beastmen moving around. They let out low roars, hating everything they saw. A large number of captives, flesh and blood, and skulls were sacrificed to the Demon Rock. The herd hoarsely begged The dark gods, the gods will respond!