honor me as god

Chapter 702 The Black Lion Says Goodbye
In the canyon behind the ice pile, the soldiers gathered around Solandelle weeping, all at a loss.

So far, Solandelle was coordinating the overall situation. When General Larsen was killed and the Frozen Fortress was on the verge of collapse, it was she who gathered the spirit of the army and made an evacuation plan.

When the aliens shot down the king's flag, and when the soldiers on the front line were fluctuating, it was she who carried the last flag alone and suppressed the troops that were about to collapse.

When thousands of ferocious saber-toothed tiger cavalry were chasing after her, it was she who set up an ambush to bury the most elite saber-toothed tiger cavalry unit of the remnants of the Six Kings, turning the tide.

At first, everyone was suspicious and worried about her, wondering if Solan wanted to use everyone to protect himself.

However, every minute and every second after the war started, Solandelle was on the front line without retreating a single step, trying her best to save more people. The soldiers had already engraved their trust in her into their bones, and they couldn't do without her .

Now that Thorandell has fallen, there is still such a long way to go, and who else can take them home.
Garrett hugged Solandelle, who was covered in blood, and felt the temperature of her body being taken away by the wind and snow bit by bit, and the eyes that were full of tears had lost their light.

Before setting off, he vowed to Perseus that he would protect Solandelle, but he failed to live up to his promise to the old man.

If Solandelle died in battle first, it would be considered loyal, but now Solandelle is dead, but he is still alive.

For a knight, the princess he guarded died in front of him, which is great grief and shame.

He hates the despicableness of the aliens, and also hates himself for being so incompetent in his old age
When everyone was weeping helplessly, the unicorn squeezed away from the crowd, leaned against Solandelle, gently rubbed its face against the motionless master, and let out short mournful neighing from its throat, and a clear gleam from its eyes. tears.

Seeing this scene, everyone was even more sad, even the beast riders shed tears for the passing of their master, and the mood of the others can be imagined.

At this moment, suddenly, the unicorn raised its front hooves and let out a long and narrow whistle, rushed out of the crowd and slammed into the hard rock wall next to it.

"Boom!"

Under the impact of the unicorn, the rock wall was dented by the long horn between its foreheads.

The soldiers were stunned, not knowing why the unicorn hit the wall. In order to prevent it from continuing to harm itself, they ran forward in groups, trying to hold the reins to control it.

However, contrary to the usual meekness before, the unicorn broke free of control like crazy, kicked away all the soldiers who tried to get close, lowered its head and raised its long horn, and slammed into the rock wall.

"Boom!" Under the violent impact, the straight horn that symbolized holiness was knocked crooked.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The unicorn didn't seem to feel any pain, and repeatedly hit it again and again. The long horn was twisted and broken, and faint mottled bloodstains were left on the rock wall.

"Boom!!!" With the last slam, the unicorn's long horn was completely broken, and scarlet blood flowed out, wet the mane that was as white as winter snow.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the unicorn staggered to Solandelle's side, knelt down on the ground, and pressed its head to the fatal wound on Solandelle's chest, letting the blood of the severed horn flow into it .

A miracle also happened at this time. The gunshot wound on Solandelle's heart was bleeding continuously, and she couldn't hold her clothes down, but when the blood from the broken horn of the unicorn flowed in, the blood disappeared within a breath. After being stopped, the wound slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even that pale little face was faintly tinged with blood.

After the initial daze, Garrott quickly put his fingers in front of Thorandell's nose.

Originally, Solandelle's breath had almost disappeared, and she could no longer feel it, but now her breath came back. Although the breath was as thin as a cicada's wing, it might disappear again at any time, and her consciousness showed no signs of awakening, but compared to the one just now The dead state has obviously improved a lot.

Garalt looked blankly at the bloody unicorn, and murmured, "Blood with broken horns, resists death. The legend is actually true."

No one thought that in the sung by the troubadours, the unicorn can distinguish the fake from the unclean, and the effect of the blood of the broken horn is actually a real thing!
When the unicorn voluntarily cuts off the long horn that condenses the essence of life, the blood in the horn can heal the wound and help people resist death!
The previous legend was difficult to verify, not only because of the scarcity of unicorns, but also because it is almost impossible to make unicorns "volunteer". There is no way for humans and animals to communicate directly. How can animals full of bestiality be willing? hurt oneself.

But just today, in this icy and snowy canyon, a unicorn voluntarily cut off its horn and saved its master with its own life, explaining to the world what a miracle is.

When the blood from the unicorn's severed horn ran out, Solandelle's wounds had all healed, and she collapsed on the ground powerlessly, her breathing became weaker and weaker, and it was difficult to open her eyes anymore. moved to Solandelle, and died in the arms of his master.

After a long silence, a royal guard asked tremblingly, "Is Your Highness still alive?"

After exploring Solandelle's breathing, Garrett felt her pulse again, and said blankly: "The physical signs are very weak, but the breathing and pulse are there, and she is still alive!"

The soldiers were overjoyed at first, but soon became worried: "His Royal Highness is unconscious, and those barbarians are chasing after him, can we return to Lenglie Valley?"

The morale that had just been boosted by the miracle fell to the freezing point again, like frost and snow flying around.

At this moment, for some reason, Garrett fell silent, his eyes filled with iron determination.

Garrot picked up Solandelle, put her in the arms of a royal guard, and said in a deep voice: "Go south, you just take His Highness south, protect her at all costs, and bring her back to the inner city." land."

The imperial guard froze for a moment, then looked at Garrot blankly: "What about you?"

"I originally shouldered the responsibility of protecting His Highness, but later I turned the cart before the horse and was guarded by His Highness, and even caused her to be plotted against by thieves." Garalt stood under the sun, his stalwart body seemed to be covered with a layer of prairie fire, The sunlight reflected in the pupils burned like a fire, "I can only repay Your Highness with death."

Looking at Garrot like this, the imperial guards seemed to realize something in their hearts. They wanted to keep him, but they were infected by the unshakable firm eyes, and all their words were turned into noble military salutes.

Garrot walked up to the imperial guard, lingering at Solandelle who seemed to be sleeping, and gently stroking her hair, her gentle voice echoed in the cold wind: "One day, my name will not be forgotten. You will no longer exist, and all the saved people will remember you in their hearts."

"Farewell, Your Royal Highness."

(End of this chapter)