Huh? Are they all real?

The knight's voice resounded in the hall, and it seemed to fade away quickly, but it seemed to have been lingering around the ears of the messengers.

Looking at the knight's extremely serious eyes, the messenger subconsciously let go of his hand.

At this point, the knight nodded slightly to the messenger to express his gratitude, and then left here with his companions.

On the avenue in front of the offshore dock.

People who got the news from nowhere gathered on both sides of the road.

Among them were ordinary civilians, fishermen who had just returned from outside, well-dressed gentlemen, mothers wearing aprons and children who were only seven or eight years old.

They were of all kinds and different.

But the same thing was that each of them held a flower.

This was either picked from their own flower beds, or picked from outside, or bought by them on purpose.

But no matter what their identities were, why did the flowers in their hands come from?

They came here to present the flowers in their hands to this group of noble warriors.

When the Abyss Watchers arrived, they silently placed the flowers in their hands on the road ahead of the warriors, thus paving a flower road.

It is said that in the distant Age of Gods, this was people's blessing to those who dared to fight against all evil.

And now, they can only express their feelings to these respectable people in this way.

The Abyss Watchers also walked silently among the flying flowers.

Occasionally, they would stop slightly to take a flower from a child or mother to express their gratitude.

People knew that the Old Continent was suffering from disasters. Gray snow was confined to the Old Continent, but the terrible sign spread all over the world.

People also knew that they would not do anything for this. They were just a group of mortals, they still had their own lives to consider, and their own families to take care of.

But people knew more that they needed to bless those who were willing to do something.

As the warriors moved forward in silence, some people couldn't help but cover their mouths and cry.

Even for mortals like them, they knew that this trip would most likely be a one-way trip.

This world is broken, but there are always people who patch it up.

This man was once Augustus, and now he is the brave warriors in front of them.

Finally, with the crowd watching, the brave warriors set out on the road to conquer the abyss.

——

Deep in the heart of the New World, a young man was running towards a certain place at the fastest speed.

He had just heard about a very big event from the nearest town.

So he hurried back.

As soon as he returned to his village, the young man said to the people in the village anxiously:

"It's bad, it's bad, those terrible demons attacked the Old World, and I heard that people in the entire Old World are now suffering from the torture of the abyss!"

The people in the village were so shocked by this sudden news that they were speechless.

Demons are already distant legends for them.

But they didn't expect that they would hear such terrible news today.

At the same time, the young man also found their village chief as quickly as possible.

And said to the village chief very seriously:

"I heard that the heroes who monitor the abyss have set out to conquer the abyss and rescue the survivors. So, Grandpa Bola, I want to go too!"

"I want to pull out the holy sword!"

The villagers, the village chief and even his mother were all very surprised by the boy's words.

But in the end, they said nothing.

Because this is the mission of their village.

The village chief Bola patted the boy's shoulder seriously and said:

"That adult has been in the back mountain, in the cave that is full of snow-white light all year round. Child, since you have decided, then go, maybe, you can really pull out the holy sword!"

The boy is the most promising candidate in their village for thousands of years.

People believe that if it is him, he can definitely pull out the holy sword!

And then become the legendary hero.

The boy nodded and climbed up the back mountain that he had climbed countless times without any delay.

But when he really saw the cave that had been passed down by word of mouth in the village.

The boy couldn't help but stop.

The education and training he received since childhood were all for this day and this moment.

Pull up the holy sword, fight against evil, and uphold justice.

This is the mission passed down from generation to generation in their village, but it is also a curse passed down from generation to generation.

Because none of them can pull up the holy sword.

They are the chosen ones, but no one can pull up the holy sword.

It has been like this for thousands of years, so people have high hopes for the most talented boy in thousands of years.

They expect him to be the hero in the prophecy.

Everyone in the village is very good, so no one has forced him with this. No one even told him that he must succeed.

People just hope that he can succeed, and constantly encourage and help him move forward.

But because of this, the boy feels that he must pull out the holy sword.

After mustering up the courage, the boy stepped firmly into the cave where the holy sword was hidden.

In the cave, just as his mother and everyone in the village said.

This is clearly a deep cave, but it is always filled with snow-white light.

It makes everything inside not seem eerie at all.

They say that it must be the power of the holy sword.

Some people also say that it should be the protection of the guardian.

But no matter what, with the guidance of this light, the young man was able to move forward smoothly without any light source.

And saw the legendary holy sword and the guardian of the holy sword deep in the cave.

It was a much larger sword than the boy had imagined.

It was inserted so casually deep into the cave, and the body of the sword was even covered with moss during the long months of waiting.

Next to the holy sword is the guardian of the holy sword who has been kneeling here.

That is a very rare blonde beauty.

Wearing a white armor with a hood and skirt, a green gem is dotted on the chest.

As the young man entered, the other party also turned his eyes and looked over.

This made the young man nervous. He had never heard that the guardian of the holy sword could be such a beautiful person.

And the strange thing is that there is no trace of stain on the guardian's body, but the skirt of her skirt where she is kneeling on the ground is stained with green moss.

Just like the blade of the holy sword.

Is it because the Lord Guardian has always maintained this posture here and never moved?

The young man felt puzzled, but as he shouldered a more important mission, he stepped forward and said:

"I am the person elected by Pola Village this year. Lord Guardian of the Holy Sword, I am here to try to pull out the Holy Sword. I want to go to the Old Continent and fight with the heroes who monitor the abyss!"

The blond guardian didn't have any verbal answer to the boy's words.

But she did get up and give up her position.

The meaning is obvious.

You can try to draw the holy sword now!

The young man who obviously didn't expect the process to be so simple was a little at a loss.

But he didn't hesitate long before walking to the Holy Sword.

After taking a deep breath.

The young man stretched his hand to the hilt and tried to pull out the legendary holy sword!

——

Still somewhere in the New World.

Several travelers who had set out decades ago finally climbed over mountains and waded through rapids.

They found the place their family had been searching for for countless generations - the Cathedral of Martha!

With a pilgrim mentality, they each prayed to their Lord God in front of the dilapidated church.

They were the ones who walked into the cathedral where the holy sword was rumored to be preserved under the moonlight with great awe.

As soon as they entered, they saw a scene that made them extremely excited!

Not only was the blond sword-keeper who was described in the records as hiding in the white snow right in front of them, but they also saw the holy sword that was already covered with moss and vines.

The only thing that surprised them was that the holy sword didn't seem to be the two-handed sword recorded in their family, but the image of a normal knight's sword.

But they were also sure that it was the Holy Sword!

The greatest proof is the sacredness that cannot be concealed even by the moss and vines.

So they all bowed their heads to the sword guard who was about to get up and said:

"We are from the Marda family, and we ask to take away the Holy Sword! Evil has come, and people need the original weapons to defend justice!"

——

Still somewhere in the New World, but this time there are no villages and no travelers seeking family teachings.

This time, the only one left was an unlucky scholar who accidentally got lost trying to study a topic.

When he rolled all the way down the high slope into some dilapidated ruins.

The scholar saw a scene he would never forget in a green field filled with swords.

A blond girl wearing a white robe and dark green armor was kneeling motionless in front of a two-handed sword.

This big sword has obviously been stuck here for many years, because it is covered with green vines. Even scholars can't tell whether the big sword is originally dark green, or whether it is covered with moss. body?

But regardless, the scholar knew he had encountered a very unexpected situation.

After swallowing hard, the scholar avoided the sword and the girl's attempts to find a way out.

He is not an extraordinary person, not even a warrior.

He is just an unlucky scholar who will be repeated by his tutor if he does not solve the problem.

It's best not to get involved with something so obviously strange.

It's just a pity that he can't find a way out no matter what.

I can only stare at the hole above my head with a little moonlight in a daze.

This ruins was probably a church or a castle hall before.

In short, the current situation is that the exit of the ruins itself has been completely blocked by rock and soil.

And he couldn't find a rope that would allow him to do anything to climb out.

so.

The scholar looked hard at the girl who remained motionless and the two-handed sword that seemed to be the protagonist here.

"Excuse me, can I ask if there is any way you can let me out?"

After hearing this, the girl slowly stood up and gave up her position.

The obvious meaning was to ask him to draw the sword.

I'm taking a day off today because it's National Day and my family is back. It's not good to disturb them by coding late at night.