Exeter, Dragon Sky City, Palace of Heroes.

Lord Byrne Michael, the officer of Nun VII, stood quietly in the corridor outside the Hall of Heroes, looking at the slowly increasing falling snow outside the stone window, thoughtfully.

The soldiers of the White Blade Guards were standing around, their eyes sharp.

Michael could no longer remember how many times he had looked at the falling snow in the North like this in his more than forty years of life.

The king's personal guard captain, the current leader of the White Blade Guards, Nikolai the Fallen Star, came from behind and stood beside him.

Lord Michael did not look back: "This year's extremely cold weather will probably make it very cold."

"Yes, old man," Nicolai looked at the heavy snow outside the window, narrowed his eyes, and showed a strange smile:

"Do you still remember the days when we first arrived at the White Blade Guards and trained in extremely cold and snowy weather?"

"Of course," Lord Michael, who has been an official for many years, thought of the past and smiled slightly: "Kaslan is just like you now. He has a bad face every day and trains us to death... We all call him '' behind our backs.

Bingshan', even when he talked in his sleep every night, he was cursing him to die early or not be able to find a wife."

"Until his mother-in-law came to see him in the military camp," Nicolette laughed, "it made Monty's eyes look straight... God knows how Iceberg's mother-in-law can be so beautiful, it's really unfair!"

Michael's eyes drifted into the distance.

yes.

He still remembered that more than twenty years ago, when he first joined the White Blade Guards, the famous "Earthshaker" commander Kaslan Lumba used a whip to drive their "new recruits" to the end of the day at four o'clock in the morning.

Cold outdoors - although those who can be selected into the White Blade Guards must be hard-blooded men who have experienced the front line.

"Do you feel cold? The north wind and severe cold are the most generous gifts from the Lord of the Mountains to the people of the North! They make you stronger, harder, and more unstoppable!" This is Kaslana

time words.

Michael still remembered his old boss’s huge body, which was comparable to that of a ferocious bear in the snow, and his face that was covered with frost and snow but remained fierce: “Don’t waste time, take off all your clothes and start running—get ready for the finish line.”

If you don’t have hot water, if you can’t run within half an hour, you will freeze to death on the road!”

Thinking of this, Michael's eyes moved and he asked Nicolai: "Are you still continuing that 'meeting ceremony'? All new members of the Guard have to run around naked in the extreme cold?"

"Of course, we were treated so badly back then," Nicolai chuckled, "Wouldn't it be a pity if we didn't let the newcomers experience it too?"

Michael and he looked at each other and smiled.

At that time, in the White Blade Guards, the almost invincible legendary Kaslan was in his prime, and "Blood Hammer" Dominic had not yet died in the White Mountains. He always wore his signature hateful smile and helped them count laps with a smile, "No

"Extinguish the Fire" Tyrande is still carrying his silver and black immovable bow, and every move he makes is majestic.

At that time, three of the future "Five Generals" gathered here: Seri Nicolai was a big-headed soldier with a stinky face who disliked everyone. He had not yet earned his nickname "Meteor" under the fortress.

, and no one believed that this prickly head who was always beaten could become Kaslan's successor in the future; later Isaiah Solian, nicknamed "Prickly Wind", was named by everyone because he was picky and complained about the food every day.

"Prince of the Guards", seven years later, he will usher in the legendary battle that will be brilliant at the 38th Outpost; probably no one will believe that the terrifying "Death Crow" Ned Monty,

At that time, he was a country crossbowman who was full of obscene words, glanced around with a pair of rogue eyes, and liked to chatter about the size of girls’ buttocks when he passed by.

They are all young and passionate warriors, each one more proud than the other, and each one more impulsive than the other - Michael still remembers that Nicolai was tied to a stake in front of all the new guards because he disobeyed orders.

The scene where Kaslan was whipping him with a barbed whip until his skin was torn apart, and he was biting the pieces of wood and moaning.

Under Kaslan's cruel hands, they were forged into His Majesty Nunn's most reliable sharp knives and the most solid dragon guards. They were on the glacier defense line in the Outpost Territory, in the deep valley battlefields of the White Mountains, and in the complex golden corridors.

In the tragic Broken Dragon Fortress, they fought bloody battles, leaving behind the bodies of countless comrades. They cried and mourned when they failed, sang war hymns during the fierce battles, drank happily after the victory, and finally engraved their names on the "Book of the White Blade".

The platinum page ranks with the heroes of the North since the ancient empire.

Those days were like a dream.

Of course, there was also the young man with a hearty smile who hid his identity and trained with them - he once had a fight with him over a bowl of broth.

That bastard.

Thinking of this, Michael couldn't help but smile slightly, and then his eyes darkened.

Michael sighed: And now, even his daughter is twenty years old.

At this time, Nicolai sighed: "The time has come."

Michael put his thoughts back into his deepest heart. He turned around and bowed slightly to the two small figures beside him: "Please come with me, Miss Alex."

"It's about four o'clock in the morning!" Wearing a thick coat, it turned out to be the beautiful girl Alex Walton who had just been pulled up from the bed. He was rubbing his sleepy eyes with one hand and holding his hand in front of his mouth.

He was breathing hotly and said angrily: "What's the matter that we can't talk about tomorrow morning?"

Lord Michael looked at Alex's appearance and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This girl is so pampered.

So much so that her temper is just like that of the daughters of merchants or nouveau riche nobles.

This is not a good thing - especially since she is the last direct descendant of the Walton family, even though she is a girl.

"I said it - this is your Majesty's order," the Lord nodded slightly expressionlessly: "And please believe me, the next thing is crucial to your future, noble lady."

The king's granddaughter turned her head and snorted coldly, expressing her dissatisfaction and anger at the moment.

Alex tightened his robe, and then glanced behind him, his childish tone full of dissatisfaction: "But why did you bring her here - this lowly maid!"

Michael frowned slightly.

Behind Alex, a thin girl with platinum blond hair and thin clothes, wearing thick black glasses, shivering in the cold wind in the middle of the night, timidly took a step back after hearing this.

"It is still His Majesty's order," Lord Michael replied calmly: "We must obey it."

Alex stopped talking. She glared hard at the little slipper behind her, who hugged her arms in grievance.

Michael nodded and walked towards the Hall of Heroes with the two little girls.

Alex yawned and raised his head proudly, while Little Slipper shrank and followed step by step. Occasionally he would catch a glimpse of a fierce-looking White Blade Guardsman and would take a small step back in fear.

At this time, Nicolai, who was behind Michael, suddenly called out to him.

"Byrne, do you still remember that we once held up our white blades and swore our sacred oath to the "Book of Legends"?" Nicolai took a deep breath, his eyes full of nostalgia for the past: "The last few words?"

Michael felt that Nicolai was a little strange today - he was not usually so nostalgic.

Michael stared straight at Nicolai, trying to find something on his old friend's face.

"Of course," but the training back then had ingrained into his instinct, so Michael chuckled, then solemnly said, word for word: "My blood is my oath, my body is the proof, and my blade is the proof.

My soul is offered as a sacrifice..."

Nicolai's eyes flashed, he nodded, and together with Michael, he said the next sentence with a complicated expression: "To resist a powerful enemy, fight a hundred battles until all the blood is shed."

The members of the White Blade Guards beside them suddenly became serious, and they unanimously pressed their fists to their hearts silently.

"Defend life and fearless sacrifice until humankind is extinct."

Alex rolled his eyes as he waited and exhaled impatiently.

On the other hand, the little slick guy next to him looked at the serious-looking White Blade Guards with eyes full of excitement.

"Guard the future, honor the faith, until the sun and the moon dim."

"This is the new oath of the White Blade," the little slipper couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "In 1386 of the Imperial Calendar, Seir Alend retrieved the "Book of the White Blade". He rebuilt the famous White Blade Guard, combining the ancient

The old sword oath and the empire's knightly canonization oath..."

"Shut up, idiot!" Alex interrupted her harshly: "You are annoying."

Little Huantou's eyes turned red and he bowed his head deeply.

Nicolai and Michael looked at each other and recited the last sentence in unison:

"Inherit hope and bloom glory until all things sleep forever."

The two were silent for a while, looking at each other and smiling.

Michael nodded, and walked into the Hall of Heroes with the two little girls.

And the person he respected the most, Nun VII, who had just experienced a duel, was sitting on the steps at the edge of the hall.

Next to the king, sat the messenger of the stars who made all the ministers talk about it - the young and precocious Prince Thales Bright Star.

It's just that both of them were silent, in bad mood, and seemed to have had an unpleasant conversation.

Michael brought two doubtful little girls to the king.

"Your Majesty," the officer nodded to the king and stepped aside: "Miss Alex."

Thales raised his head.

what happened?

He looked at the brown-haired and blue-eyed Alex in surprise, and the little slick guy behind her who didn't dare to say a word - he seemed to be frightened by the situation in front of him.

Alex felt his gaze, and the teenage girl glared back at the Prince of Stars rudely, making Thales frown slightly.

This is……

My future wife?

Thales, who was disturbed by the secret just now, turned his head involuntarily and sighed.

This move made Alex pouted in dissatisfaction.
To be continued...