All the knights stopped.

The moment the boy held the sword, a low voice seemed to echo in the forest:

"Remember my name..."

"I'm Edwin Clevo."

"The founder of the North, the master of the Winter Kingdom."

"...O man, the silver flags pass through the long straits, and the jackdaws and knights stop to look at the city-state of Saint White, but the ancient stories will have a last moment."

A cold force seemed to penetrate deep into the soul, and the whisper seemed to linger in the heart, constantly telling him, telling the past whisper. "The sword was born from blood and will definitely dominate everything... We share honor and disgrace and make a contract together..."

The box held the black hilt of the sword, and the expression on his face was so cold that it was almost blank. He pulled out the sword inch by inch. The cold light on the sword seemed to be reflected in the fear of people's hearts, making everyone hear the trembling voice from the deepest part of their hearts.

The snow rustled, everything was quiet, and even the fire was darkened. The flames in the camp seemed to surrender to an invisible force, and were tilting in one direction. The mercenaries wrote a look of fear on their faces. People walking in the north had heard the ancient legend:

A long-declined family, a magic sword passed down from generation to generation.

When the crows were lingering, the magic sword was born from the blood.

The box has seen a piece of attribute of the magic sword:

Greystone Contract - The attack power of the magic sword grows with the growth of the sword holder.

He continued to raise the sword upwards, and the silver sword light reflected between his eyebrows. The slender blade was like the thin tongue of a demon. The black crow feathers on the cage were vividly vivid. The gems embedded on it were shining with a strange and blood-like light.

The second attribute is reflected in the field of view:

Blood Thorns - The Demon Sword is born by sucking blood. It is difficult to heal if injured by the Demon Sword. When there are people injured by the Demon Sword within a certain range, the speed of the Sword holder continues to increase.

There was a strange silence in the forest, and the soft snow seemed to absorb all the sounds. The knights retreated in agitation until the leader shouted loudly: "It's the magic sword, stop him!"

He pointed his sword at the mercenaries, and the mercenaries had to step forward in helplessness. After they collected the money, they had to do things. Seeing the mercenaries gathered around, Xiaokong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and raised the sword. His palms were covered in sweat, and he had foreseen his own fate.

But before the mercenaries approached, an invisible force suddenly radiated from the magic sword. The force crossed the small sky without any damage, like a wall hitting the mercenaries. Dozens of mercenaries screamed, flew out, and fell into the snow.

At this time, the box saw the third attribute of the magic sword:

Heart and soul sacrifice - For each person killed by the Demon Sword, the sword holder will get a chance to use the opponent's ability. The soul stays in the Demon Sword until it disappears.

Then the fourth paragraph attribute:

The seeds of Crows - summoning ravens to devour the flesh and blood of the enemy. The sword holder can briefly transform into a crow.

When the box gently pulled the tip of the sword out of the dark scabbard, the last line of text also came into his sight:

"Blood flows like a river, crows lingering; the storm has arrived, and the long ship is coming—"

"The sword is called the magic sword 'Gwenders'."

It means the ancient pagoda word, which means crow.

He drew his sword and pointed it forward. The blade gave people the illusion of a black sharp blade lingering, like countless needle tips, piercing everyone's eyes. The narrow blade tip made countless mercenaries, bounty hunters and knights take a step back together.

The sharp voice lingering in the heart of the box seemed to suddenly become high-pitched. It whistled and said, "...Submit to it, the ancient and distant will will rule everything... and we will share honor and disgrace..."

But the box looked cold as iron, holding the sword tightly in one hand, and he said, "You can't control anything."

He put his sword in front of his chest. At that moment, the wind in the forest seemed to still, and the collar of the boy's coat also stood still, leaving only a pair of dark eyes, staring at the leading knight. The head of the knight met the boy's gaze and seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss. He always claimed to be firm in his will, but at this moment his mind was shaken, and he took several steps back without consciousness.

And the next moment, the box moved.

Half of his body merged into the light and half into the shadow. His whole body seemed to be in the gap between light and shadow. Xiaokong turned around in a daze-but only saw a shadow disappearing beside him.

The half of the box's light gradually disappeared, and the half in the shadow turned into a afterimage.

"...The Shadow World Channel, bad, he is a magician!" The Knight Chief woke up and shouted hurriedly. He never expected that his opponent would be a magician. His attention was completely focused on the magic sword, and he even forgot to observe the other party's magic furnace.

He raised his sword and blocked him in front of him. The eyes of the box that looked at him always made him feel chilled, and the faint murderous intent seemed to be following him like a shadow. At the same time, he reached forward and decisively drew a magic circle, trying to use a dimensional anchor to grab the assassin out of the shadow world channel.

However, before he could finish his spells, the box had already shown its shape in advance. To his expectations, the other party did not come straight to him. After the box flashed, it appeared in front of the mercenaries.

The mercenaries were getting up from the snow, and a shadow was blocking them. The box only raised the sword in his hand. Even if the mercenary was on guard, it might not be able to stop him. Moreover, at this moment, a blood mark was scratched by, and the mercenary immediately fell down with his neck covering his head.

The box walked past him, and at the same time pulled off the crossbow from behind him, raised it, as if immersed in this way for more than ten years. He skillfully rolled the strings with one hand, aimed, and shot an arrow, and a mercenary fell to the ground. He did not kill anyone, and the arrow shot the mercenary in the thigh, causing him to fall down wailingly.

A whistle sound came from behind, and the box threw a crossbow in that direction, and a mercenary cut the crossbow with a sword. The box turned around at the same time, and the speed seemed to be more than a step faster than before. His left hand wearing magic gloves pointed at the other party, "Stop."

The man immediately moved, and he pushed again, and the other party flew out and knocked down three or four people in that direction.

The box felt that it speeded up again, as if it was a sense of heart, and then it took a backhand sword, causing a sneak attacker on the other side to break his right hand with his wrist, and screamed and retreated. "Shoot him to death!" The cavalry commanded loudly, not caring that the mercenaries were cursing in their hearts. The bounty hunters on the outside held up their crossbows and slapped the arrows.

The feather arrow flew over, but the box's body suddenly became half-light and half-dark again. Arrows passed through him, causing the mercenaries to fall down. The box was like an illusory shadow wandering behind every mercenary. The mercenaries were both despairing in the face of such unpredictable abilities and retreated one after another.

"Go around!" The Knightmaster shouted again, and the knights drew their swords and unsheathed them and surrounded them.

Not far from the battlefield, Saye whistled a long whistle. She looked in that direction and gave an order to everyone around her: "Go and help him!"

In fact, without waiting for her order, Tianlan had already run over with the magic piano in her arms.

The long whistle echoed above the forest—

The hunters hiding everywhere all showed their bodies from under the bushes. While turning around to comfort the women and children hiding in the dark, they quickly picked up their weapons and jumped out of their hiding place. "It was Miss Saya's voice," people whispered: "Miss Saya is calling us, we have to help-"

Feather arrows flew out from all over the forest, and the knights who were about to step forward turned around and raised their shields to block the flying arrows.

At this moment of relaxing the spirit, the box had once again appeared. He appeared behind a mercenary and stabbed him with a sword. But he still did not kill anyone. The sword passed under the opponent's right shoulder and brought up a bloody spring. The man wailed and knelt down.

The box succeeded with one blow and turned into a shadow again - but at this time the Knight's master magic finally completed, and a dimensional anchor fell, forcing the box to pop out of the shadow world channel. Seeing this, the mercenaries shouted, and the fierce and vicious pounced in this direction.

But the box stopped very calmly, and with one sword, it blocked the scimitar that the mercenary slashed at him. The slender blade was like a silver thread. It cut the scimitar, and it broke two swords like a paper cut. The man was stunned, and his sword stabbed towards him and pointed his throat.

At that moment, it was as slow as the box's perception, but it was as slow as time was flowing in the hourglass. He even tilted his head slightly, withdrew his hand, deflected the blade, avoided the other party's throat, and then slashed one of the other party's arms with one sword.

Time had just returned to flow, and the man covered his arm and screamed and fell backwards.

In his vision, more mercenaries had already flowed from that direction like a tide.

The box raised its left hand, and a silver light flashed on the dark glove, and pulled it hard. There was a loud bang. Under everyone's stunned eyes, a giant pine tree that could only be hugged by two or three people was pulled up by an invisible force and flew over.

The mercenaries were so scared that they turned around and ran away with their heads, but were still swept out-

Only two knights came forward, and the magic furnace behind him lit up at the same time, jumped high, and rushed towards the box like the wings of the ribs.

But the box raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. He sideways and avoided the sword that was slashing down by a few millimeters. It looked very dangerous, but everything was extremely slow in the box's eyes. He took a step forward, pierced the opponent's magic furnace with a sword, and then picked it away. The penetrating force directly pulled the protection of the knight magic furnace, and pulled the magic furnace off him with a "slam". The parts scattered all over the ground.

He turned back to the sword and wiped the throat of the knight who had no defense.

A warm blood bead flew out.

The box turned around again, and purple flames ignited on the sword, slashing at another knight, "Crow Feather Sword!" The knight was so shocked that he almost changed his voice. "How could you do this?" He originally raised his sword to block it, but he quickly pulled away the sword and retreated.

But how could I have time? The box had already swept over him with a sword, cut him into two pieces, and flew out. The box was slightly stunned, and took the sword and looked at it. He didn't expect that this sword would have such power.

However, after killing the two knights, he no longer stepped forward. Instead, he looked at the knight commander and turned around and continued to walk towards the mercenaries. The knight commander couldn't help but take a step back, but unlike those mercenaries who were both despairing, he finally saw something at this moment.

The more he looked, the more something was wrong. At first, his subordinates could at least walk back and forth on the other party's hands, but now they couldn't even catch up with the other party. The opponent's speed was already at a terrifying speed, and it seemed that even when he walked, there would be a bloody afterimage behind him.

The Knight Captain suddenly realized something and shouted: "Retreat, Knight!"

In fact, he didn't need to shout, the mercenaries had lost all their fighting spirit. They originally thought that they could get the victory with their lives, but now it seems to have become an unrealistic fantasy.

The knights walked through the mercenaries and raised their swords to move forward.

The box finally stopped at this moment. He looked at the rows of knights and thought it was almost done.

He looked around again, Saya's companions, her callers, and hunters were pouring out from all over the forest to join the battle. Those people were weak and were not worth mentioning in front of the mercenaries and knights, but they still came.

He raised his sword and pressed his sword blade against his eyebrows.

Then raise the sword and slash forward.

At that moment, almost everyone felt the narrow sword edge, as if it had separated the space, making the forest dark. People heard a low scream, as if some sound was surging out of the forest.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! And immediately, they saw countless wings flying out of the shadows, countless crows whistling out from behind the box and between the dark shadows. They spread their wings and swept behind the boy, and screamed towards the knights in front of them like flowing shadows.

The knights widened their eyes and had seen the shining claws hidden under their wings. They hurriedly raised their arms to block them. The crows rushed over and hit the metal armor, like a howling storm. But their claws still passed through the gaps in the armor, or the exposed parts of the knights, with blood marks.

As the blood flew, the box took a step forward.

And in that step, the knight from afar did not see the cold minions and scattered wings from the countless crows, but a pair of dark and cold eyes - and the eyes in that look seemed to point directly to the hearts of the people, staring at the weakest part deep in his heart.

The moment the box took a step forward, he turned into a raven in everyone's eyes; the raven spread its wings and covered with eyes with bloody red light under its pitch-black feathers; and the next moment, the red color turned into a blood-colored stream of light, like a star falling into the night sky.

Almost everyone could not see clearly what happened at that moment, because it was too fast, and it was almost over the limit of human vision. It was like a blood-red line that separated the night. The line divided the world into two, and everything between the world became quiet.

The knight's throat only made a giggle sound.

He tried hard to turn around, but he just let the upper and lower bodies separate, then fell down, poured into the snow, and raised a bloody snowflake.

The boy gathered his body in a black mist and stood firm in place. He raised his sword and gently put it into the sheath. A dark light disappeared with the blade.

It seemed as if everyone heard a low voice:

"Only I can dominate my sword."

...

When the square leopard walked into the dark hall, the hall was empty.

Blackbo walked in from outside with his men, stopped behind Fang Zhu, and looked up at the center of the hall, the tall statue with unclear face. Aidan Ryan's statue stood sacredly and solemnly, staring at everyone entering the hall. Blackbo curled his lips, drew his sword and stepped forward, but Fang Zhu reached out to stop him-they were here to get the place back, not to blasphemy.

Aidan Ryan was finally one of the Orin gods who died in the last disaster. Although he predicted that he would transform into the king of crows Terraeche to return to this world, this god had only been favored by this land in the end. Moreover, there was no need.
To be continued...