Heart of the Castle

Chapter 21 Outer Part 4 Glenn Worm's Test

Darkness, silence.

Grunwalm zigzags forward all the way, climbs over the snow slopes, and passes through the bushes. The sound lingers in his ears, as if he is close at hand. However, he still does not see the source of the sound until he goes deep into the vast forest.The young man wandered around, and all he could see was darkness. The oak trees standing all around looked like knights in white helmets, standing quietly in a row, waiting for the order from God.

"By the Lord of Light, I must be mad, or some demon is whispering temptation in my ear," Grunwalm said to himself, while his fingers held the hilt of the dagger "Stinger".The night in the north is extremely cold, and the only result of being lost in the dense forest is to freeze stiffly. When he realized the danger of his behavior, the way he came was already blurred in his memory, and the towering spire of the Green Castle Also disappeared into the night.

Grunworm held his breath and listened attentively, but apart from the whistling of the cold wind blowing through the crevices of the stones, he didn't hear any noise from the Green Castle. No, it was useless to see, because Grunwalm had no idea where he was.

Just when the young man was feeling uneasy, the voice sounded again, this time it was louder, as if it was shouting victory. "Young man, look down, look down, I'm at your feet!"

Grunworm looked down, and at the foot of a cedar as tall as a giant, he saw a circular mound made of soft soil. At first glance, it looked like a grave, but if you looked closely, you could find it There is a pale light flickering on top of the mound, flickering like a candle in the wind, as if it would go out at any moment.

"Thank the gods, you finally see me..." the voice sighed. "What are you waiting for? Get me out of this mound!"

Grunworm knelt down and thrust his practice wooden sword into the mound, which was soft and sticky like mud.The young attendant picked up a handful and felt carefully. There were neither stones nor dead branches and leaves in it. No matter what was buried here, it must not last long.He struggled to dig a few times with the wooden sword, and it went smoothly at first, but when the wooden sword was about to dig into the place where the pale light was, Grun Worm felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and he retracted the wooden sword as quickly as possible, Then stared at it dumbfounded.

Only half of the length of the practice wooden sword was left, and the fracture was extremely smooth, without even a trace of burrs.The material of this wooden sword is quite solid. It is made of a special kind of tree in the northern region. Even if it is to block the fierce slashing of the battle axe, it is not a problem, and it is difficult for ordinary steel swords to leave marks on it.In the entire Green Castle, there are very few attendants who can practice wooden swords like this, and almost all of them are attendants of high-level knights, because those who can cut down such trees and carve them into swords either have unbelievably sharp swords. The magical weapon must either have a fighting spirit above the Sanhua level.

The flame fighting spirit of the title knight Wilps has steadily entered the level of fighting spirit, and it is of course easy to carve this wooden sword, but now it is broken from the middle like a reed, which makes Glenn Worm simply Can't believe my eyes.

"My Lord of Glory... What is buried in this mound?"

"Of course it's me, the one who can give you incomparable power... the holy sword Tranyat Hiss!" the voice announced loudly.

Grunwalm lay down and observed carefully. At first he could hardly see clearly, but he soon discovered the true shape of the pale light. It was actually the blade of a sword, only about halfway out of the mound. About one centimeter, it was almost completely buried.Next, the young attendant dug the soil with the broken sword with extra care, and quickly dug out the unbelievably sharp sword.

This sword belongs to the long-handled epee used on the battlefield, that is, the so-called half-handed sword. The blade is about 20 centimeters longer than ordinary knight swords, and it is also slightly thicker. There are countless small serrations on the blade.It seems that this sword has been around for quite a long time, and its whole body shows a kind of off-white like polluted flesh. Of course, this color is usually used to describe the old bones that have been buried in the ground for many years.

Grunwalm suddenly shuddered, because he found that his instinct seemed to be telling himself that he must stay away from this sword... must...

"I am the holy sword Tranyat Hiss! Hold me tight, use me, and I will guide you to have the power of battle qi, and become a knight, a great knight, a nobleman with a sword...even the greatest sky knight! "

That voice seemed so pleasant, a trace of hesitation rose in Grunwalm's heart, his fingers moved towards the hilt of the sword, and then stopped, only a few centimeters away from the hilt.

"What are you thinking? Why don't you hold my sword hilt?" The voice sounded again, and there seemed to be a hint of imperceptible anxiety in it.

"I...I don't want to take shortcuts..." Grunwalm replied softly, as if explaining, more like convincing himself. "Your Excellency Wilps once told me that fighting energy can only be accumulated through hard work. If you take some shortcuts, it may not be difficult to have fighting energy, but when you break through to the Sanhua or Tianhua stage, you will lose it." There is a huge bottleneck, and many noble knights are stuck here, never able to break through..."

"His words are all nonsense... No, perhaps for a knight who was born in a remote village and grew up in a small town on the edge of the desert, this may indeed be his own experience." Tran Yate Heath said contemptuously Said, "Although your knight mentor has reached the level of a title knight, he is still far behind in knowledge. The method chosen by those noble children with mediocre aptitude is nothing more than inheriting the fighting spirit seeds of those old knights who are nearing their destiny. The method of directly obtaining battle energy from others lacks the knight's own understanding, so it is of course very difficult to improve."

"Don't you use this method?" Grunnorm opened his mouth in surprise. He has never heard of any other way to make a person who has never touched the threshold of fighting spirit besides inheriting the fighting spirit. Get this wonderful power.

"Of course I won't use such a stupid method to help you improve. Instead, I will let you experience the special feeling I experienced when I condensed fighting energy on behalf of the master. This kind of improvement has no shackles or bottlenecks at all, and it is no different from self-understanding fighting energy. Glenn Worm, the opportunity before you is very simple, and that is to hold my sword hilt!"

There was a trance in Grunwalm's heart. When he came to his senses, he had already tightly grasped the hilt of Tran Yate Heath with both hands. The cold feeling rose along his fingers and penetrated to the bottom of his heart, followed by his own There was a bursting sensation in the chest, and then a force spread rapidly from the chest.

"This is... grudge?" Seeing the faint white light covering his body and hands, Grunwalm couldn't help but screamed. "My vindictiveness? How is this possible?"

"This is not your fighting spirit, but a temporary special ability that is given to you when you hold me. It can also be called the fighting spirit experience." Tran Yate Hiss said softly It was like a whisper, and then the faint white light gradually became stronger until it enveloped the entire body of the young attendant.

(End of this chapter)