The villain also has spring 2

Chapter 336 1.335 One person, one sword against a country

Open the title page, and the subtitle appears: Makela Leki, the female swordsman buried in history.

With reverence in mind, Wu Chen started reading.

"After Flander wrote the "Book of the Ring", the profound meaning of the holy sea has gradually become known to the singers, but there are still only a few people in history who can summon the divine sword from their own consciousness, and among them There were only two people who clearly indicated Dao's surname, one was Flander's son: Diwald, and the other was the owner of this diary: Mikaela Reki, a female swordsman who was almost unknown before.

This diary faithfully restores the thought records of Mikaela Reki's Memory Stone.The diary was recorded around 1E 973, 7 years after the diary was formed, Orsinium fell to the city of Daggerfall, the kingdom of Sentinel and the House of Diagna of Diagna's coalition.All the information in this article is No.1, because Mekaela is not familiar with the regulations and forms of records.

However, her heroic deeds will live forever in the hearts of all readers.

"Uh...huh...I wonder if this thing will work or not?"

"The Mages Guild demanded 25000 gold from me. How could it go wrong? This stone will record my thoughts? What do they say? Take it out of this silver belt, and as soon as it touches my skin, it will start For the record, it should be like this."

"Ah, it hurts. I have to cut off the pain (meaning don't put the pain into the memory stone), otherwise people who get this stone will never want to just feel my pain. Thanks to Ebnam and me With all the training I received in the Hall of Virtue in War, I was able to resist the pain, woo... well, I did it."

"I can still feel it, the pain is there, lurking like a hungry wolf, ready to devour me. These damn wounds make my death inevitable. No potions, no healing crystals, no healing rings It's over, and my current magic can't even light a candle. But the god of war still gave me other gifts and talents, my sword song skills, my excitement for battle, Flanda Hunting's "Book of the Ring" , my way of swordsmanship. Oh, I almost forgot to record my story, I was a little distracted."

"I am Mikaela Reki, a warrior, a swordsinger, Ansai of the second degree, and when I was a baby, I was able to form the holy sea - the sword of the soul, the sword of the mystic, my sword , the shape is a snake of pure light, hovering above the rose vines."

"Ah, but what I want to tell you is my story, a heroic battle, my love, my war, betrayal and finally this glorious victory. How I and my five companions came to this road Far off the trails, fighting these vile people and monsters, preventing them from attacking our people at night... Sorry, I'm lost again."

"I am a simple warrior. I was chosen as the saint of the sword of soul since I was a child. As long as I can remember, I have always wanted to be a singer. I long for a sword in my hand, and it feels like it has life. And use it to kill my enemies. The grown-ups tell me that my people were artisans and poets before they left their homeland, and now in Hammerfall, many of them are back to their old trades a stable life). But for me, there is only one path, and that is the way of the sword."

"Ah... what should I say next? I was born in a noble family. Although I have three brothers and two sisters, I was the only one who felt the call of the sword. My father understood how I felt. , because he also felt the call of the sword. He had already become a master, even a sword master, but then he started a family, married a wife and had children. At the age of 11, I entered the hall of war virtues and became the soul sword saint. And I There are 5 other people who became saints together, cute Julia, strong Patia, big Katie, lady Sergira, slippery Zell and me - now everyone else is dead, except me, soon , I will join them—in the Hall of God of War. We drink together, we make a scene, we cry, we follow our own way of swordsmanship. We attend classes with other brothers who practice swords. We learn from each other, sit At the feet of the teacher in the training hall, learn the way of the Holy Sea——turn the sword of soul into a real weapon, just like Flanda once did. Only a very few people with pure hearts and virtues can finally comprehend Ansai's secret skill, becoming a saint of the sword. For some reason, among all the brothers and saints, only I have the qualifications to summon the holy sea with weak magic power. But I have tried many times, but I can't make it become A substantial weapon. But to be a [-]st class Ansei, you just have to be able to summon it, and I can. So I'm the only one of us here in two generations of apprentices to be an Ansei. Oh, I guess So much to say, so much to remember. So many precious memories to share with you, my unknown partners, how do I begin?"

"Well... the pain is still there, simmering and consuming me. I guess I'll talk about the last fight, which got me to this point. After that (after talking about the last fight), if I still Have the energy and I'll tell you the rest (memories) of my life, my love Ralif. Ah, how lovely he is. What a wonderful time we had together.. Abnam (God of War) ...Forgive me, I got off track again. Let’s talk about the last battle.”

"I think about where to start? From the very beginning? By the way, our group of saintesses have grown up slowly, grown up, mastered the way of swordsmanship, and completed the test-for you (those who read this memory in future generations), maybe Don't know us singers, in order to emulate Flanda Hunting's way of the sword, each of us must travel the nations, administer justice, vanquish monsters, and do things in the name of virtue. Some in the Hall of Virtue in War have spent years Just finished. Danger everywhere, we six saintesses all returned safely, but many were gone forever. When we came back, life was on track again. Every week, we must meet in the hall Once, sharing our stories with new brothers and sisters and teaching them the art of swordsmanship. In the beginning, everything was normal, but when the middle-aged festival came, bad luck came. Everyone was partying and reminiscing about the old days, except us six saints Daughter. The day of the festival coincided with the day of our gathering. On this day, we prayed and fasted to commemorate the sword. In the evening, the door sounded. When I opened the door, I saw a squadron stationed in the Wrothgarian mountains. Defender of the Bankorai Pass, dying, but desperately telling us that the North has mutinied. The crystal towers of High Rock have planned an invasion led by King Joile of the Daggerfall, our allies in the war against the Orcs Attacked us. We immediately healed the garrison's wounds with crystals, and sent him to meet the king, and the six of us immediately took up weapons, put on enchanted armor, took many potions, crystals, and rings, and stuffed our bags. We galloped up the Banclay Lane, praying that it was not too late. Fortunately our efforts were not in vain, and when we arrived, the last three guards fell under the siege of the enemy. So on the trail Above, we six sisters formed a traditional battle formation and fought side by side. Ah, what a battle. The beautiful sound of the song of the sword passed through the evil army. We fought for hours. Julia was the first to fail , by a poisoned dagger. Then the sisters fell, one by one, except me. Ah, cruel Abnam... Then, my beloved sword, a gift from my father, took the form of Like a poisonous snake, the sword forged by the master swordsmith, Tansal, is broken in my hand. All is over, the lives of our six sisters will be lost, but they will not be able to stop the advance of the enemy. Now, countless enemies will pass through Crossing the lane, I will soon die at their hands. Helpless as a newborn baby, I cry in sorrow. Then, I remember the fire at home, and I remember Flanda Hunting's "Book of the Ring", the way of tactics. I searched deep in my mind, looking for the holy sea, looking for the sword of the soul, that weapon that I have never accurately grasped, never been able to grasp, and then... hold it tightly. It was full of vitality, jumping like a flame. A holy sea appeared in my hand, and in an instant, the light was shining! The first enemy who rushed up was cut open like a piece of cotton, and with the next blow, I eliminated two An enemy with a steel shield. Each of my swords is as fast and powerful as if infused with the power of the god of war. Ah... I am so unstoppable, rushing on the battlefield as if there is no one, just like harvesting wheat with a sickle Same, fighting all the way to the King's Tower, I cut through King Daggerfall's magical armor with one blow, and then ended his life with another blow.However, my heroic charge has cost me dearly, and I am covered with scars.Though my armor was once enchanted, it was not made of the soul like my sword, it was not invincible like my sword or spirit, and I was wounded beyond repair.With the fall of King Joel, his hosts were scattered, and they fled under my wrath, not even pausing to carry their dead and wounded.Those who fled desperately, I killed some that could catch up, but I was already struggling to breathe and suffering.Finally, I came to rest on this rock, I don't know why I took this stone (memory stone) with me so coincidentally.I'm just on a whim... I think I need to stop and get my story in order, and I think I can tell you guys more.

"My long sleep is slower than I thought... I still want to write a poem about my epitaph before it's time. Let me take a sip of water, I think I'll go back and tell you about my life, Maybe some details of the battle. Oh, or maybe it's Larif and my kids, well... where do I start, I'm just a simple warrior, I've been... chosen as the Soul Sword Saintess since I was a child... Everything from the time I... can... remember..."

(End of this chapter)