Heartbreaker

Ten years ago.

"Father, since the king said that you were the most powerful swordsman in the Wanjiang Empire, why didn't he let you be his silver knight?"

The young Fallows was rubbing the mane of the little brown horse, wearing a simple brown shirt and black trousers, stepping on a pair of soft leather boots, with a quiver around his waist, and a bow on his arm, shaking his head and shaking his head. Green branches overhead.His father, the marshal of the largest legion in the Wanjiang Empire, rode by his side on horseback, lovingly stroking his son's round head from time to time.The father and son walked happily through the sun-warmed woods, and stopped by a sparkling stream.

The horse bowed its head and sipped the stream, while the father and son sat in the shade, feeling the fragrance of the grass and soil, chatting leisurely.

Backhouse said, "Not everyone is worthy of the title of 'Silver Kirin Knight', Fallows. As the king's personal guard knight, he must always put the king's safety as the first priority and dedicate himself to the king. loyalty."

Fallows asked in confusion, "Aren't you like this, father?"

"The relationship between the Knight of the Silver Scale and the king is closer than you can imagine." Buckhouse said, "Let me give you an example, and you will understand. Suppose, I mean if, our majesty is taken captive by the enemy." , and the price in exchange for his life is to kill a hundred innocent people—if you were, what would you do?"

Fallows said in amazement, "This—how could such a thing happen?!"

Backhouse said quietly, "What if you had to choose?"

"..." Fallows bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I think I...will not let innocent people die in vain. His Majesty is very important. I will save him, but I will never kill others because of it." .”

"Well, I guess that's what you'll say." Backhouse said with a light smile, "So you won't be a Silver Knight in the future, but the Knight Commander of the Winter Ting Army. When you have rich experience and meritorious service, you will Succeed me as Field Marshal of the Winterspear Legion."

Fallows said indignantly, "What will the person who can become the 'Silver Kirin Knight' do?"

"That person..." Backhouse pondered, while Fallows was very curious and listened with great concentration.

"He will choose to kill those one hundred innocent people without hesitation, and then rescue the king." Backhouse said, "If the king is rescued and the king's approval is obtained, he will commit suicide for those people; If the king is dead, he will also commit suicide to apologize-because the king is dead, he has no meaning of existence."

Fallows exclaimed, "Oh my God, I thought the Knight of the Silver Scale was such an honorable position, didn't I expect it to be so!" He thought that the future king might be Prince Airon, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat, shaking his head desperately to dispel the terrible conjecture.

"What kind of knight?" The boy said angrily, "He is the king's slave at all, a slave without rules and bottom lines!"

Backhouse's expression suddenly became serious, and he said sharply, "Pay attention to your wording, Fallows! If you dare to speak so rudely like this in the future, I can't save your head from the king!"

Startled by his father's stern gaze, Fallows said nervously, "Yes... sorry, Father... I swear I won't..."

"It's nothing, you must be careful, you must never say such things in the future." Buckhouse sighed and patted his son on the shoulder.

Fallows was silent for a while, and said, "Then, father... Does His Majesty's current Silver Lin Knight also accompany you with this kind of mood?"

"Have you seen him?"

"I only saw the back." Fallows frowned, "That knight is so strange. He never took off his mask, and others couldn't see his face at all. The knight is not an assassin, why did he put his own Mask?"

"..." Backhouse whispered, "Because the king does not allow him to show his face to others without permission..."

Fallows said in surprise, "Is it the same for the previous Silver Knights?"

"No."

"Then why can't the current Silver Scale Knights show their faces to others?"

"Because His Majesty the current King does not allow it."

"Why does His Majesty not allow it?"

"It's nothing." Buckhouse said, "Let's stop with this topic. The example I gave just now is a bit extreme, and in fact, this kind of situation will not happen. The same is true of the current Silver Kirin Knight. He serves him wholeheartedly." King, loyal to the king, vowed not to change until the sea is dry and the rock is broken, like a wife..."

Father's voice came to an abrupt end in the sound of the breeze in the forest.He got up quickly, went to the stream to scoop up a handful of clear water, and coldly began to clean the bow.

Fallows sat on the ground stunned by the other party's abnormal mood swings.

Today's His Majesty the King is a very ambitious and controlling person. It is said that when he married the Queen, he even put a piece of rules in front of the Queen, forcing her to obey.What most people don't know is that the king and queen of the Wanjiang Empire are not as loving as the outside world claims.

Thousands of thoughts raced through the boy's mind.His father's silent back made him not take the initiative to ask about the "Silver Knight" for more than ten years.Although he didn't understand what his father's unfinished words were, he vaguely felt that this was a taboo related to the royal family that could never be touched.

"If you can, don't be a silver knight." That evening, they returned from hunting in the woods, the orange halo covered the ground, and the voice of the father was more indifferent than the quiet evening wind and the empty woods.

"But if there is no other candidate...Faros, you must always be loyal to your king and regard his life above all else, understand?"

****

Fallows climbed along the steep mountain, his face was scratched by dangerous rocks and gravel, and there was a burning pain in his blood-stained palm.He struggled to find the depressions and protrusions that could be stepped on with his feet, his nerves were tense, and he was afraid that his tired body would fall along with the fine stones.

The cannibal eagle's cry became more and more clear, as if it was screaming right next to his ear.When he was only a few steps away from climbing to the top of the mountain, a shadow suddenly passed over his head, stirring up a violent whirlwind.Fallows raised his head, and saw a huge, broad man-eating sculpture hovering above the mountain top and under the sky, with a circle of snow-white down on its neck, and its wings were as bright as polished black agate.

Fallows put his hands on the top of the cliff, quickly jumped to the top of the mountain, and quickly hid behind a strange rock to check the situation.There are at least dozens of cannibal eagles on the top of Iron Cone Mountain, some are pure black, some are brown, and some are covered with streaks and spots.The darker and brighter the cannibal eagle species, the purer and more aggressive it is.

Chirp - chirp - chirp -

Fallows moved quietly from one stone to another, carefully observing the flock of hawks.More than a dozen eagle nests are scattered on the top of the steep mountain, and behind them is the distant and vast world of ice and snow.Some raptors seemed to be having a carnival, flapping their wings, responding to every call, and shouting to the sky one after another.

On one of the largest rocks, he saw a black-feathered man-eating vulture resting with its eyes closed.Even though the bird of prey was curled up, it was still two or three times the size of a normal man-eating vulture.Not only that, but the feathers were as bright as if oiled, smooth and dazzling by the few sunlight in the sky.

It should be the eagle king here. If you can tame it directly, the hundreds of man-eating eagles here will all be under your control.

Fallows' hands were sweating, and he stared at the rows of resting black vultures not far away. In some eagle nests, there were young eaglets waiting to be fed, with sparse feathers and red bodies.These man-eating vultures are elusive, and once he falls under siege, he is doomed.

The knight waited patiently for a while, walked around a vigorous old pine and peeked at the whole mountain top, and then he found an unexpected surprise.

"Chacha...chacha..."

A small man-eating eagle the size of a fist is jumping among boulders, occasionally chirping along with other screeching hawks.Fallows' attention was attracted by the little eagle, and the cold wind blowing over the top of the mountain made his dripping hot sweat go cold to the marrow.He saw the little black eagle jumping onto the rock, rubbed against the Eagle King affectionately, then jumped down again, squatting childishly on the rock and flapping its wings.

Fallows waited for a moment, and couldn't help saying God bless silently in his heart.His father had taught him how to hunt, and he watched the prey patiently. At this moment, he was crouching among the rocks. Seeing the quiet figure of the little man-eating eagle, he untied the small package on his back.

There were several pieces of roasted leopard meat in it. Fallows hesitated whether the cooked meat could attract the attention of the man-eating vulture, so he tore the meat into small pieces and boldly threw a piece at the little black vulture.

"Chat..."

The little black eagle fluttered its wings a few times in shock, and when it saw the piece of meat on the ground, it walked crookedly and looked at it with its sharp eyes.

"Smack smack..."

After confirming the taste, it began to eat happily.Fallows dropped another piece, this time closer.After the little black eagle finished eating that piece of meat, he jumped happily to the next piece of meat, smacking his lips relishingly.

Fallows felt his hands tremble with tension and excitement.Ok, that's it... just one more step, one more step...

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A childish scream scared away the flock of eagles that had been resting on the rock.Fallows quickly caught the little black eagle, and the other's hard feathers added new injuries to his already scarred palms, but he couldn't care less, and there were falcons that suddenly became fierce and boiling in all directions.The sound of their wings flapping is like a violent hurricane, and their whistling sounds are like a row of sharp spears piercing the sky.Some of the man-eating eagles were flying and circling in mid-air, while others were vigilantly looking for the source of the sound among the rugged boulders.

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The Eagle King stood up from the boulder, flapped his wings viciously, straightened his snow-white neck, and let out a long and earth-shattering howl.Under the sharp sight of many man-eating vultures, Fallows jumped and rolled from the edge of the cliff to behind a rock near the center.As soon as he got up, dozens of man-eating eagles flew up in front of him immediately, and the strong wind brought up gravel and dust, like a handful of black confetti flying in the air, blocking the sunlight in layers, fierce The eyes shoot out fierce sharpness!

"Oh!" Fallows blocked the blowing sandstorm, the figure of the Eagle King covered his head, and the little black eagle in his hand was still whining.He drew out his sword, did not change his face against the threat of the eagles, and pointed the blade at the little black eagle's head resolutely!

The screeching of the eagles was even louder. The Eagle King was hanging above his head, and the hurricane from his wings swept across the young knight's body, but he did not attack for a long time.

Holding the little black eagle and the sword, Fallows jumped up higher and steeper rocks one after another.He walked like the wind, with heavy armor on his body, for fear that a moment's rest would cause his body to collapse.He jumped on the Eagle King's back, threw the little black vulture to another gray vulture, and watched the young black vulture being held in the mouth of other man-eating vultures before he felt relieved.

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At this moment, the Eagle King stepped on by him flew towards the sky swiftly, like a thirsty fish being put into the deep sea.Its flight was irregular, and it slid out of countless interlaced and dense circles in the air, and its sharp wings cut snow-white tracks in the sky.

Fallows was on the back of the cannibal eagle, his hair was blown wildly by the wind, and his eyeballs were hurt like a knife by the cold wind.He firmly grasped the strong down of the vulture's neck, like a gadfly on the body of a giant beast, fluctuating in the air with the vulture's frenzied flight.

It's like really flying——

Fallows struggled to open his eyes in the gust of wind, and his hair was wiped behind his head by the giant hand of the wind, revealing a naked|naked face.The closer to the sky, the warmer the air, and several brilliant golden pillars penetrated the gap between the clouds and sprinkled to the thick earth.He overlooks the world from the back of an eagle. Black rocks and dark green winter cypress pines stand tall on the white snow field. Several light blue glaciers are like endless crystal ribbons. The magnificent sea of ​​clouds is covered by the golden sun behind it. Dye a magnificent bright color.

And he is swimming in this magnificent world, like a ray of catkins dancing with the wind in the world, vaguely seeing the eternal sky and clouds in the world.

Fallows suddenly felt that the scene before him was a little romantic.Although his life in the past 20 years has never been "romantic", even though his head has been dizzy and sick from the impact of the ferocious flight.He was almost squeezed into a piece of paper by the flowing wind wall, but he had the urge to cry and laugh aloud.

The figure of the cannibal eagle soars recklessly between the sky and the earth, glides along the surface for a while, and circles a beautiful and smooth arc like a dolphin jumping out of the deep sea for a while.Fallows felt that the body swimming in the wind was gradually becoming lighter, as if he had got rid of the heavy clothes and flesh, and only an ethereal soul was left to roam the sky.

Human beings are born with burdens, and the body is a cage that confines itself.He thought dizzily, if a person comes naked, he should also leave naked...

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The man-eating vulture's sharp cry dragged him back from his boundless reverie. Fallows collected himself, and was surprised to find that the pale, blue-purple blood vessels in his hands were completely visible, and the blood gurgling out stained the neck of the black vulture. Once snow-white and innocent fluff.

With the blood as a yoke, soaking the neck, the flying eagle loses its freedom and is driven by the Lord.

He succeeded.

****

Richard drew the curtains tightly, covering the room like a ghost's mouth.His face was haggard, his hair was disheveled, and his once round and delicate hands became rough and cracked.He put the letters in the fireplace and burned them all, took out a thick cotton coat, woolen scarf and goose down cape from the wardrobe, and brought out a leather case.He picked over and over again, and stuffed the items he considered the most precious into the box——

"What are you doing?"

A figure quietly appeared behind the Foreign Secretary, Richard jumped up like a spring, and his scream was blocked by a cold palm.

"Hush, be quiet, or do you want to be discovered by your king and become his lunch meat?"

Richard widened his two goldfish-like eyes, and nodded tremblingly under the cold woman in front of him.The woman smelled of dead bodies and blood all over her body, like Shura bathed in blood.She took a few steps back and kept a little distance from the Foreign Minister of Vulture City. The dark red lips under the black hood were as cold as a knife.

Richard soon felt the cold sweat on his back soaking the expensive velvet undershirt, crumpling against his body and making it hard to breathe.

The female undead stood motionless, and sneered, "I sent the letter from Emperor Eliot to the three of you back then, but it didn't seem to have any effect."

Richard said in astonishment, "Then...those letters, so it's you..."

"Of course it's me." The female undead raised her chin slightly, and smiled coldly, "Who else could have sent you a letter without anyone noticing it? It's just that I didn't expect the three of you to be idiots, and one of you was arrested. Hold on, one took the initiative to hand over the letter, and the other didn't even have the courage to choose on his own!"

Richard stammered, "You... you said you were... an undead... Could it be His Majesty's..."

"I am not the undead of Lemon Bone Spur." The female undead sneered, "If that selfish and vicious bastard is my master, I will kill him first."

The hot air covered the monocle with a film of water, and Richard dared not even open his mouth.The female undead seemed tired of the silence, took out a gold pendant from under the cloak, and said coldly, "Emperor Eliot of the Twilight Empire is my master, he asked me to come to you, and I have something to ask."

Richard suddenly had a bad feeling, and swallowed, "W-what is it..."

"Use your eloquence and insight as the foreign minister to persuade the Godhunters to rebel. And spread rumors of the king's cruelty in the city, inciting the anger of the people."

This request shocked Richard in the same place, and he didn't even care about the fear of the undead, and directly expressed his doubts, "Could it be that the Twilight Empire is no match for the Vulture City today, should we use this method?!"

"It's not invincible. How could Emperor Elliot be invincible to a small town like your biscuit crumbs?" The female undead said indifferently, "But this is His Majesty's request. He said that Lemon Bone Spur must be killed by his The people overthrew the rule, let him taste the taste of despair and anger, let his liver and gallbladder be broken, and his heart hurt. It is better to be weak and helpless to cry."

Richard was even more shocked, "Your Majesty...he...why did he do this?!"

"I don't know." The female undead said wearily.She took a few steps forward, forcibly grabbed the hand of the foreign minister, and stuffed the gold pendant into the cold and tired palm of the other party.

"In return, when the matter is successful, all rebels will be taken in by the Twilight Empire and be granted citizenship." The female undead said coldly, "And you will be the new Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Twilight Empire. Your daughter is still in her boudoir Demier Oletin in the movie will become the emperor's No. 15 concubine, and she will enjoy the glory and wealth for the rest of her life."

"I don't want you to think about it." The female undead said, with a bloody sneer on her red lips, "If you dare to object, I will kill you now."