She Is Not a Witch

When stepping into this high barrier with the holy sword in hand, Jailan still felt unreal.

Everything seemed to be changing so fast that he was occasionally in a trance. It seemed that yesterday he was the eldest son who had attracted much attention in the family and the future heir to the duke, but today he was already an abandoned son who rebelled against his father.

The stone-brick staircase spiraled upwards in the castle. There were some fallen corpses and bloodstains in the corridor, and the walls had scratches and pits from the battle.

From the sky outside the corridor, the roaring sound of the Dragon Wing's dive was still heard, mixed with the mournful cry of the Griffon, and the sound of falling to the ground.

Gradually, when the corridors and stairs in the castle were finally finished, Jailan also came to the final hall again.

The old Griffin Duke still sat on the white marble throne, but there was no one else in the hall except him, only a ruined building, extinguished ashes, crumbling decorations, a few corpses and blood.

The clothes on the corpse were not the armor and military uniform of the Dryas, but the obvious style of the Salius family. These people were no strangers to Jailan. They were the housekeeper and the captain of the guard respectively.

After arriving at the hall, Jaylan stood still, his eyes slowly shifted to the old Griffin Duke directly in front of him, and white lion knights in full armor came out from behind him, and surrounded the man sitting on the white stone. The old Griffon Duke on the throne.

"You are here." Compared to before, the old Griffon Duke has changed a lot, feeling dull and old.

"Yes."

Jailan didn't speak anymore, and it seemed that there was no need to speak anymore. He no longer had the desire to tell the other party's mistakes and vent his emotions.

It is a victory, but it is also a sad victory, not so carefree and exciting.

"Imitation Vaslin is gone, she is restrained by other witches." The old Griffin Duke said words that didn't make sense.

"I have changed back to my old appearance again, and the gully of time is clearly visible on my body."

"You are my son, but you are not better than me. When I was young, I fought with the crown prince at that time, who was later the emperor, and won your mother's favor. Later, I won the title of Ti for five consecutive years. Tania's Champion Knight title..."

"At the age of twenty-eight, I led 300 people to clean up the bandits entrenched in the western region, and killed more than ten Sequence 7 monsters. When I was thirty-four, I went to the east as an envoy and returned five years later. Bringing the Plantagenet trade deal..."

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"At the age of forty-one, I became the Duke of Griffin in the western region, and all the great nobles in the western region swore their allegiance to me..."

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"Everything went so smoothly, but the times did not give me a corresponding stage, and then I could only wait for my age to grow in a mediocre way, and slowly enter my twilight."

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"Although you are not bad in the eyes of outsiders, you are still far behind me. As an heir, you have been unable to grasp the other half for a long time. You are merciful, hesitant, and have no ambition. You are just like the cute circus Like a lion, it makes people angry."

He spoke slowly, pausing occasionally, his voice was a little hazy, and his eyes were far less sharp than before, becoming cloudy and blurred.

He is really old, and he is no longer as vigorous as before.

Seeing this scene, Jielan sighed silently. If it was his father in the past, he would have raised his sword to slash himself. If he could speak with a sword, he would never have opened his mouth.

As the time passed bit by bit, Jaylane just quietly listened to the old man telling about these years, some about himself, some about Jailan, and some about acquaintances he knew when he was young , Among those names were former emperors, the Duke of Raven in the north, and the head of the Landsworth family who was a few years younger than him.

The old Griffin Duke had a wide range of friends when he was young, far from being comparable to Jailan. He had a forthright and casual personality, very chic.

But now it seems that his memory is also a little fuzzy, and the narration of some things is often out of order.

Gradually, the fighting outside stopped, and the voice of the old man in the hall became slower and slower, intermittent, and sometimes unable to form sentences.

It seemed that at some inadvertent moment, he became quiet, his head bowed, and he stopped talking.

The two white lion knights stepped forward slowly and carefully lifted him up, only to find that he was not breathing. new

Jailan approached the old man's body, looked at the familiar dead wood face, stroked it with his hands for a while, and then closed his eyelids.

"That's it, Father."

Half an hour later, he walked out of this hall and stood on the high wall of the rampart overlooking the bottom.

At this time, the battle was over, and many soldiers of the Salius family who surrendered were being disarmed and escorted out of the castle and the fortress. Green smoke, but the messy ruins all over the ground, the blood-stained remnants, all tell the fierceness of the previous battle.

The time of the fathers is over.

Jailan felt a sense of relief, but it seemed to be accompanied by a sense of pressure. When the elders were alive, there always seemed to be that kind of feeling that they could rely on and have a way out, but now when I am in charge of everything, no one can take care of me anymore, and I will blame myself. All the rights and responsibilities are on my own bear.

He summoned a white lion knight, "Where are my two brothers now?"

"Master Garson has been captured by us, placed and detained in the barracks. Lord Black is still leading another army out, so he should still be fighting Lord Gowath."

"You go and inform Wyatt, let him lead a team of white lion knights to quickly go to another army, try to defeat Black in advance, and then capture him back."

If he was caught by himself, he could still think of a way to save the lives of his two younger brothers, but if he was defeated by others, there would be too many variables on the battlefield.

I have already lost my father and mother, and that younger sister has long since turned against me, so there is still room for the two younger brothers to recover.

They were still young, too young, and they were instigated by their father to do stupid things. If I could teach them well back then, that's all, I probably didn't make up my mind at that time.

After the griffin collar, the core hinterland of the western border, was occupied by the coalition forces, the entire battlefield in the western border began to show a one-sided trend. Many soldiers of the western border coalition army began to flee, even if the officers sent a supervisory team, it had little effect.

Everyone no longer believed in the possibility of winning the Western Territory, and Lord Jaylan was indeed the heir in name of the Western Territory. There was nothing wrong with being loyal to him, so many soldiers and officers surrendered on the spot under such thoughts, making the war situation even worse. Start subverting.

A few days later, the remnants of the troops in the western region temporarily stopped to rest in a fortress in the lead of the gray bird. They had been marching for five days and were exhausted.

The horses were casually tethered to graze in the grove, and temporary wooden forks were set up on the way there. The original viscount of the gray bird leader had already escaped, and the castle left here happened to be the stronghold and resting place for the remnants of the army.

But before these people stayed for long, there was a heavy sound of horseshoes in the forest, and a group of knights in white armor crossed the road in the forest and quickly approached here.

The fence across the mountain road was easily crushed and broken by the lowered lance, and hit the grass on both sides. After that, the team of knights was divided into two columns, and the small fortress was surrounded by tables. When the last dozen or so knights arrived At that moment, they started to accelerate, and the classical lance in their hands directly carried a spiral air wave, directly hitting the city gate like a giant hammer.

With the sound of 咵拉, the thick city gate shattered into several pieces, and collapsed along with the cracked wooden thorns and dust, revealing the road behind.

Before the smoke dissipated, several sharp enchanted crossbow bolts shot out from the front and pierced into the chest of the knight in front.

Accompanied by a few muffled grunts, the speed of these white lion knights slowed down and moved to the side of the road to make room for the comrades behind them.

Several white lion knights moved forward again. This time they raised their shields high, and at the same time, light blue patterns burst out from the lances in their hands. The glow of magic power gathered and turned into stabbing light guns, bombarding the front.

The sound of explosion and collapse came from the front, and the scene in the fortress was also clearly seen by the white lion knights who entered.

More than forty elite remnants are entrenched in the defensive buildings in the fortress, some are shooting back with crossbow arrows in the shooting holes, and some are on the city wall, seeming to be urgently feeding and comforting the griffins. A slightly thin blond man Standing on the top of the tower in the city, there is a cold old man beside him.

"It's time to go, Your Highness Black, we can still delay you for a while. You should be able to reach Emenas in three days after you ride the griffin and continue westward."

"That is the permanent neutral place where the Sages' Association is located. Even the forces in the empire will not go there to arrest people."

This old man with a beard and gray hair is exactly Ludes. After the Western Region Alliance retreated steadily, he brought people to support Black under the order of the Old Griffin Duke, and prepared to take him away from the empire and go to other countries.

"It's a pity, my brother won't let me go easily." Blake pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, looking at the rising star in the sky ahead.

Carrying frenzied air currents, the holy sword user, purple knight, and high-level transcendent who approached quickly like a streamer was none other than the number one knight under Jaylann's command, Wyatt.

"found it!"

His sharp eyes fixed on the blond young man standing on the top of the tower, and the long sword with a curved blade in his hand rushed straight down. Even before he got close, he felt a sharp skin-cutting feeling coming towards him.

"Back off! Wyatt."

Facing the purple-clothed knight, Ludes took a step forward, drew out the two-handed sword at his side, and slashed it down.

The exploding sword marks were like lightning, leaving dazzling trails in the air, and slashed towards the approaching figure.

"Deng-dang-dang." The sound of fighting quickly sounded from the top of the tower, which was inaudible, and the two figures that were constantly staggering were also dizzying.

The holy sword in Wyatt's hand swung faster and faster, as if there was no resistance in the air, without warning, but continuously.

With vision and hearing, he was no longer able to keep up with Wyatt's crazy sword speed. The reason why Ludes could stop it was because of his muscle memory and understanding of Wyatt over the years. Many knights in the west were trained by him, and so was Wyatt.

After a round of attacks, the two did not decide the winner, but the sergeants below were mostly dealt with by the surrounded white lion knights. Seeing that several white lion knights had rushed out of the tower, Ludes, who knew he could not stop more people, let Black leave quickly.

"Let's go! What are you doing stupidly?"

"I'm a descendant of the Salius family, and I ran away..." Although he was doing the same, he still hesitated.

"Stupid!" Louders yelled, and a wave of suffocating heat slashed down, forcing Wyatt away from him.

He stepped back quickly, picked up Black, put him on the griffin's back, and let it take off.

"Too arrogant, teacher." Wyatt charged up with the sword, crossed the blockade of Ludes like an afterimage, and cut off the griffin, and then Black screamed and fell to the ground, being caught by the behind Luders caught it.

"Wyatt."

After Ludes put Black down, he called the other person's name in a cold and deep voice.

"Are you angry, I'm so sorry!"

Wyatt swung the blade again, and his figure was getting faster and faster in the air. Even he himself couldn't see things clearly in this shifting scenery, but the feeling in his mind was still so clear. In the era, what limits people's speed is not magic power or power, sometimes it's just the human body's own nerve transmission speed, which makes its upper limit stuck.

The function of this holy sword with the power of a fairy is to free the user from this restriction, like a fairy in mythology, fluttering like a flash of light.

One second was so long in an instant, he avoided Ludes' fiery and violent slash, and came sideways behind him, the blade rotated, piercing the knight commander's back, and then the blade swung itself The opponent's chest popped out, bringing up fine blades of air and blood.

"Heh...cough..." Ludes took a few steps forward, his body swaying, and blood spilled from his mouth.

Seeing this old man who was about to die, Wyatt also slowed down rarely, let go of the hilt of his sword, and let the opponent lean against the wall staggeringly.

On the other side, several white lion knights also controlled Black, with their swords across their shoulders, pressing down on the ground.

"Ahem..." Ludes clutched his chest and turned to look at his most proud student in front of him.

"You've grown."

"Soon, and far beyond my estimate."

More than half a year ago, Wyatt, who had just obtained the holy sword, teamed up with others to barely resist Ludes' attack, but now, he alone can defeat the teacher.

Facing the old man's rare praise, Wyatt didn't answer, only remained silent. He stood where he was, watching the other person's face gradually pale and slowly lose color.

"However, I still have something to tell you..." Ludes raised his head again with his sword hilt, his eyes sharp.

"What..." Before Wyatt could speak, he saw a flash of sword light flashing in front of his eyes. He had to stretch out his hand to cover it, and then felt a sharp pain.

The left arm flew up in the stern sword light, and fell under the tower, and Wyatt's cheek and chest also burst out with a large amount of blood, and the bones were deep.

"grown ups!"

Several white lion knights rushed forward in desperation, piercing the old man in front of him with long swords, tying him into a hedgehog, pushing forward until he was nailed to the stone wall behind him, and even if the man was dying , also showing an exaggerated smile.

"It's really stupid, haha."

A few hours later, when the Four Seasons Witch arrived to treat the knight's wounds, after preliminary treatment, he came to this tower again accompanied by several white lion knights.

At this time, it was already dark, and there was only one torch burning on the high tower, and the flickering light of the fire reflected the figure nailed to the wall.

Stretching out his hand, he pulled out the sword on the opponent's chest, and shook off the blood on it. Wyatt sat in front of the old man, slowly wiped it, and then inserted it into the sheath after a long time, and placed it horizontally in front of his knee.

Looking at the still unrepentant face, Wyatt spoke slowly at this moment.

"Sure enough, he is an old and stubborn old man who wants to educate me when he is dying." He closed his eyes.

If he hadn't let go of the goblin holy sword in his hand at that time, and had just drawn it out, even if Ludes swung the sword back, he would have been able to react and dodge it easily, and he would not have had an arm chopped off.

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Why did he suddenly hold back at that time, Wyatt asked himself.

Maybe, just want to say a few words with him.

Even if they can no longer listen to each other.

Sure enough, I still softened my heart, what a fool, Wyatt, don't you always hate such idiots, and you actually stop at a critical moment, it's really ridiculous.

"Hahaha…"

A few sudden and silent laughter sounded under the night sky, startling the birds in a forest.

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