[107. Roland]

Looking around, there is an endless plain. Spring has quietly come to the barren grassland in the north, and the new green grass has spread to the end of the eyes. The life-like color is so eye-catching that it is rolling and stretching layer by layer in the cold spring breeze. The originally cold air has also become delicious under the rubbing of the grass.

A rapid river mescured towards the blurred horizon in the distance, and the blue twists and turns reflected the whole sky in his arms.

Everything is like the beautiful scenery in the painting.

"What a beautiful grassland... It's full of vitality... I don't know if we can still see this beautiful scenery after today? Perhaps under the protection of the goddess, this beautiful grassland will exude more beautiful vitality..." The spectator standing on the high cliff muttered in a low voice. The exquisite blue pupils had a panoramic view of the whole plain, and a long golden hair flew in the wind.

"Now, I'm back..." The cold tone suppressed the undisgued excitement, and his beautiful face also showed a feverish look in an instant.

It was a knight, a young and handsome knight, dressed in silver armor and extraordinary, with a disgruly smile on the corners of his pale mouth.

The warm wind brushed through his hair, and his long golden hair flew with the wind, shining brightly in the sun. The pure black cloak flew up and down in the wind, as if on a flag wrapped in death and a bright silver armor reflecting the dazzling sun, the breath of the north was flowing around. The knight's mount was also hung all over his body. Under the hoof of the white war horse, he trampled on the green representing life, and the earth trembled under the iron hoof.

It is a mad warrior who exists for faith, with a flame-like soul and a steel-like will. They exist only to defend the supreme faith. Their piety shines on the earth, and the people in this world call them light knights.

"It has been two years, the barren grassland... I'm back again!" The pupils of the Knight of Light ignited a golden flame, and the dazzling light was wildly rhythmic, and the light flashed. "Today I will take the iron hooves behind me to step down the last stronghold of the pagans on the grassland and let the glory of the goddess of light illuminate this land forever!" The words mixed in the cold wind roared like a sharp blade to tear the invisible enemy apart.

"Come on! Knights of the Temple of Light!" He shouted loudly and pulled the reins back.

2,500 high-level light knights are waiting there silently. The same patterned cloak, the same bright silver armor, the same tight silver sword, and the swan feathers on the fluttering helmet. The strong wind in the north raged in the air, and the land trembled under the horses' hoofs. In this invisible murderous atmosphere, the grass on the ground trembled.

"See, that's the last stronghold of the pagans, the last hope of the shamanism, and the location of their evil altar," the young knight maneuvered the mount back and forth, narrating in a slow but clear tone, "but today it will become a sacred pure land, and the glory of the goddess will follow our iron The hoof shines on this dark land and brings light to the people here, and the key to obtaining it is whether the sword in his hand has enough power.

The young leader suddenly pulled out the long sword behind him and raised it high in the morning sun. The cold blade cut the pale golden light into countless filaments.

"This will be the starting point of our glory. Those infidels will wail under our iron hooves and let all the darkness end under the sword in our hands!" He pointed his weapon to the horizon ahead, "Today, we will destroy the last line of defense of the infidels, let the will of the goddess spread in this dark land, and let me bring light to the people here with the sword in my hand!"

"I can hear the deep desire in your hearts," the light knight's voice lowered, but it was particularly clear. "Just like the desire in my heart, that is, to wash the stains here with the blood of the enemy, so that the will of the goddess of light can spread freely, and let us pray the piety in our hearts. Let's pray that this dark world will be bright!!"

The knights who received the lecture were as motionless as marble statues, but the thick bright silver armor and fanatical eyes showed their inner desire, their souls trembled here, their faith sublimated here, and their piety bloomed here.

"Do you see it? The dawn of victory has risen, and the glory of light has shined on this land," the young knight shouted, "charge, holy knights of light, for the dream of the goddess of light... and the glory we cherish..."

The Knight of Light looked at the vast grassland in front of him again. The soft golden light of the sunrise depicts the dark earth and the clear sky, and the clear horizon hides everything he wants.

"Yes, glory..." He gently called out the sacred word, which was all he pursued. "Father, did you see it? Mother, did you hear that? The lines that outlined the cold expression of the bright knight melted at that moment, and were replaced by loneliness, attachment and warmth.

The gentle and familiar breath was surging in his chest. The Knight of Light pressed his left hand on his heart and felt the warmth in his chest. The tide of memory surged in. It was a face containing expectation and love, and a majestic but vicissitudes of face appeared in front of him.

"...Father, this glory will belong to you and me today..."

After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head like a frightened bird, driving his long golden hair to fly in the wind.

"The whole army moves forward!" The Knight of Light issued a loud order. At the urging of its master, the white war horse broke the silence and jumped down from the cliff with a long hiss.

He looks like an eagle pounced on its prey, with black wings and flowing eyes.

The stationary phalanx accelerated in an instant and followed the leader to rush down the high cliff without hesitation. The skilled knights swept through the rocks neatly, and the dense Mercedes-Benz completely covered the color of the cliff itself, as if the tide gushing from the riverbed.

A black tide haunting fear, death and rebirth...

Today, under his leadership, the Light Legion will step on the green grassland, break the darkness here for thousands of years, and bring light to every corner of this dark grassland. His name will be destined to be forever, and his life will be full of legends. He is the youngest round table knight in the history of the Temple of Light, 12 The most dazzling star among the Knights of the Round Table, his name is Roland. Strife!!

The rumble of horses' hoofs broke the silence of the grassland and brought the wailing of death. A torrent of steel flowed quickly, and the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling cold light.

"For glory!" The young knight sat on the white horse and waved the sword in his hand, "Knight of Light, charge!!"

The torrent of steel rushed to the distance under the leadership of Roland to the glorious land.

In the city of light, there is a huge building in the center, which is where the holy court of light is located.

The white marble is carved with complex and exquisite patterns. There is already a sea of people in front of the wide square. Fanatic believers gathered on the central square, and warm cheers rolled in. Today, they are here to welcome their hero, the pride of the Holy Court of Light and the youngest knight of the Round Table in the history of the Holy Court - Roland. Strife.

The sound of horses' hoofs came from afar, and a group of powerful knights, led by a young knight of light, slowly walked towards the Temple of Light. The leading knight's long golden hair flew in the wind, his handsome face with a resolute smile, and his silver armor was so shining in the sun.

The handsome knight rode on the white war horse and led his knight's legion slowly in the direction of the temple under the awe, fanatic and loving eyes around him. A trace of excitement flashed in Roland's blue pupils, because he saw something in the crowd of onlookers, which was called Glory.

The white war horse slowly walked across the street. On the square, Roland turned over and got off the horse, knelt on one knee in front of the square, and saluted to the high Pope. The four-* battle song sounded, and in the excited military music, the Pope led the cardinals down the high platform and came to Roland.

Looking at Roland kneeling on the ground, the Pope's sacred face showed a happy smile, "Knight of Light, Roland. Strife, you have lived up to the trust of the goddess of light, and her glory will be with you.

The cardinal beside him handed a golden sword. The Pope reached out and took it, holding the long hilt of the golden sword in both hands. The tip of the golden sword was placed on Roland's left shoulder. He looked pious and said majestically, "Praise your bravery, your brave warrior to kill the evil infidels."

"Brave!" The crowd around shouted loudly.

The golden tip of the sword was placed on Roland's right shoulder and continued to chant loudly, "Praise your wisdom, it is your wisdom that makes the evil enemy invisible."

"Wisdom!!" The crowd around shouted loudly again.

The golden tip of the sword was placed above Roland's head, and the Pope praised loudly, "Praise your piety, your piety touches the goddess of light, let the goddess's glory shine on the dark world, and bring light to the people living in the dark."

"Bright! Bright!! Bright!!!" The crowd around was completely boiling and cheering loudly. Today is worthy of their cheering, because today they finally conquered the barren grassland and spread the glory of the goddess to the bitter cold land in the north. Since then, the glory of the goddess of light has shined in all directions.

The Pope suppressed the cheers of the crowd and announced the will of the goddess to Roland, who was kneeling on the ground. "Today, I read her will on behalf of the goddess of light, the brave knight of light, Roland. Strife, for your excellent performance, I commend you on behalf of the goddess, and now give you the title of 'Holy Knight'!"

This year, Roland. Strife received the highest honor of knight, the title of 'Holy Knight'. This year, he was 24 years old!