It seems that the villain is targeting me.

The scimitar is shorter than the long sword and is an extremely dangerous melee weapon. The nomadic people with tough folk customs are keen on such weapons. Their swordsmanship is wild and sweeping, leaving no room for maneuver, and when they swing it violently, they can cut off a person's spine.

Suddenly, King Jialan's eyes lit up.

He found that he had unknowingly forced Gwyneth to the foot of the old crooked tree.

The young girl in front of him didn't seem to realize that the tree would block her steps. She was still concentrating on dealing with the scimitar's attack, deftly using the sword in her hand to deflect each fatal arc.

King Galan chopped Gwyneth a few times to guide her, and chopped her towards the crooked tree.

Gwen didn't notice King Galan's intention as she retreated towards the tree.

The Duke's eldest son, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but shout out: "Gwen! Gwen! Behind me——"

But he was too far away, and Gwyneth was too focused to hear her brother's anxious calls.

She had been forced under a tree.

King Galan felt that the time had come. He seized the opportunity and just when Gwyneth was about to be blocked by the tree trunk, he suddenly switched the scimitar to his left hand.

He started practicing swordsmanship since he was a child, and he could use his left hand to launch attacks as sharp as the cold wind - in fact, his left hand could swing the sword faster. King Jialan could skillfully change the direction of attack during a fight, and his opponents often had no time to counterattack and were always defeated by his blows.

Just as he expected, Gwyneth did not have time to block back, and her strength was not enough, so forcing it would not work.

She couldn't retreat any further, as the crooked tree behind her blocked her way.

King Jialan swung the decisive sword in ecstasy.

At that moment, he forgot about defense and swung his sword wildly, leaving a gap in his chest.

When the whistling sound of the wind reached his ears, King Jialan suddenly became distracted and thought of a legend.

The legend was told to him by the fire in the tent when he was a child.

This is a legend from the East, about the fastest sword in the world.

According to legend, the fastest sword in the world has no shadow and cannot be captured. Only a few people can wield such a sword by chance. Some people can only wield it once in their lifetime, and then they will never be able to reproduce that miraculous sword again even if they spend the rest of their lives.

If a person's neck was cut by a sword like that, his head would fall to the ground only after he had walked dozens of steps.

Legend has it that the moment a sword is swung, the enemy's fate is sealed.

No one could see Gwen's movements clearly. She seemed to have just moved her shoulders slightly, and at the right time and at the right angle, she gently swung out a sword - the force she used when she sent out the tip of the sword was no greater than when she handed over a book.

It was as silent as goose feathers falling on the lake.

The heavy scimitar fell to the ground, and King Jialan staggered back two steps. He raised his hand as if wanting to touch his neck.

But halfway through, his hand fell down limply again.

When King Jialan fell, his blurred gaze turned to the north. The grassland was reflected in his gradually dimming blue eyes, carrying the dead man's attachment to life.

Gwyneth slowly retracted her sword. Her back was wet with sweat and her arms were shaking unconsciously from exhaustion.

It was not until this moment that the first drop of blood on the sword dripped onto the ground along the blade.

Testimonials

I always feel a strange feeling when I type these words.

In short, let’s first talk about the update issues that everyone will be more concerned about.

Le still has various three-dimensional things to deal with, so he may not be able to bear the pressure of the bounty, nor can he update the game at a high intensity.

But I will write a few more chapters tonight (6,000 to 8,000 words) and post them tomorrow at 12 noon. I also ask all the readers to give me a first order or a custom order...

Don't raise one, Ah Le will get rats, seriously...

By the way, I'm asking for all kinds of free votes...

I have created a book club, everyone is welcome to join: 872424727

Okay, let's talk about the bird.

I feel like there are a lot of prophets in this thread [grinding teeth], and I have the urge to kill every one of them.

Yes, yes, Xiao Niao will marry Gwen later, and there will be a "Become my own little bird" kind of imprisonment plot... It's better to say that Ah Le had this dish of vinegar dumplings in the first place...

But I also want to tell you honestly that Xiao Niao and Gwyneth have not yet encountered the biggest hardship in the plot.

I know many readers hate the protagonist to be frustrated. To be honest, Ah Le was very nervous and kept beating his drum.

I wonder if this story can be accepted by readers.

All the foreshadowing and characters are already prepared. If you arbitrarily modify the existing outline, you will probably get a messy and confusing story.

As the famous saying goes: The dice have been cast, and all we can do is move on.

Ale will not deliberately disgust readers. I have always been very cautious in dealing with sensitive issues, and I will continue to maintain this cautious attitude.

This is my first book. I can say that I have stepped into all the pitfalls that a newcomer may fall into when writing this book. If it were not for your strong support, I would probably have put it in the trial push.

Thank you so much

Although it is only a short journey, I hope my words can bring you a moment of happiness.

If you'd like to continue reading, I'd be very grateful...

I hope to see you all in the closing remarks!

I wish you good health and happiness!

Sincerely, Ale

Chapter 52: Gwyneth prepares to regroup (Please pre-order!)

When King Jialan's tall figure fell, the armies of both sides fell into brief silence.

In just a moment, with just one sword, Gwyneth completely reversed the situation.

A moment later, huge cheers broke out in the imperial army's formation.

The flag bearer waved the flag in his hand desperately, and countless soldiers were shouting Gwyneth's name, their voices echoing in the valley like waves hitting the rocks.

The sound seemed to be tangible, and it startled Gwen, who was sheathing his sword.

Sweat still dripped down her chin, and she looked back at the army behind her with a bit of emptiness and joy - there were so many people behind her that she couldn't actually make out who they were, but she still smiled.

She raised her weapon and signaled to the troops behind her, sparking an even louder wave of shouts.

On the other side, in the camp of the Jialan people.

Those mighty and majestic Jialan cavalrymen felt as if their fathers and mothers had died, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

They all looked panic-stricken, as if their backbone had been ripped out of their bodies, and their entire spirit was about to dissipate.

Many people shed tears as they watched King Jialan fall, muttering something in their own tribal language in a lost tone.

There were also those who were extremely grief-stricken and angry. They howled in despair like trapped animals, shouting to the highest commander of the remaining soldiers: "Sir! Let's fight our way out! Fight our way out and avenge the king!!!"

The officer Jia Lan who led the remaining cavalry had some blood relationship with the king, and was considered a cousin of the king. He had a high status in the tribe and was the commander of the cavalry.

After King Jialan died, he became the one who had the final say in the team.

The cavalry commander did not respond to those people's request for battle.

He looked at the imperial army's well-prepared encirclement array from afar and saw that although the soldiers were celebrating, their formation was not disturbed at all and remained in good order. The longbowmen's fingers never left the bowstring for a moment.

He knew that such a team was not easy to deal with.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these people are all so happy now as if they have forgotten about the war. If they really dare to break out later, this group of highly motivated imperial soldiers will rush at them with weapons in hand without the supervision of their superiors.

What's more, only a few generals on the Jialan side knew about the king's plan for a surprise attack.

What most of the lower-level soldiers heard was what King Jialan said before the battle: If you lose, surrender to the imperial army.

The Jialan cavalrymen who dominated the grassland looked at each other. Some of them wanted to pick up their guns and fight again, while some had lost all fighting spirit and were retreating.

How could such a team with different thoughts unite and break through the enemy's encirclement?

The cavalry commander recalled the instructions King Jialan had given him before the battle and couldn't help but mutter, "King...did you even foresee something like this?"

After saying this, he wiped his face sadly and took a last look at the mount that had accompanied him in battle for many years.

Soon, it would no longer belong to him.

He gently threw the scimitar in his hand to the ground.

"No more fighting," the cavalry commander said to the soldiers, "just do as the king says and surrender."

Just vote, why fight? It's better than losing your life. Prison food is still food.

The top boss has backed down, and the minions under him have no reason to persist.

Low morale is contagious, and soon the ground was littered with discarded, sharp scimitars.

Of course, there were also a small group of Jialan nobles who would rather die than be captured.

They glared hatefully at the cavalry commander who had surrendered voluntarily, and tried to sneak down the mountain with a small group of troops - but were caught red-handed by the Imperial Army legion ambushed outside.

These imperial soldiers had just watched a battle on the battlefield with great enthusiasm, but they had to stay at their posts and could not move. Just when they were getting anxious, this group of dishes very sensibly brought themselves to them.

The soldiers then went forward enthusiastically and showed off their skills to the small group of soldiers.

As the defeat was inevitable, General Banur encountered only a very small-scale resistance. Most of the Jialan cavalry were captured by the imperial army after surrendering, dispersed and separated, and kept together with the captured horse slaves under strict surveillance.

Since then,

The campaign against King Jialan was finally over.

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"Well done," the system said with satisfaction. "We're on the right track. A full 60,000 karma points have been credited... At least the fate of hundreds of thousands of people has been changed as a result."

"Yeah." Xiao Niao responded softly, seeming a little absent-minded.

The system couldn't help but feel strange. It knew how much effort Xiaoniao had put into this matter. Now that she had finally gotten what she wanted, she should be happy. Why was she so depressed?

[Bird?] The system tentatively asked, [This distorted node should have been corrected... Do you need me to check the overall progress of the mission for you?]

Xiao Niao was now looking at Gwyneth, who had safely returned to the army. She smiled shyly amid the cheers of the soldiers, and spent a long time trying to comfort her brother who came up to her excitedly.

The girl's eyes seemed to be scanning the crowd, as if looking for someone.

Xiao Niao's neck stiffened. She climbed down from the horse in a somewhat embarrassed manner, hurriedly threw the reins to the Red Moon Knight beside her, and hid behind the wall of people.

Everyone around was celebrating noisily, so no one noticed the Imperial Prime Minister's sudden departure.

Xiao Niao shrank back quite a bit feeling guilty, which put Hongyue in a difficult position: she was leading the horse and there were a lot of people around her. She raised her hand to push away the crowd while walking hurriedly, and almost lost the bird.

When the Red Moon Knight found Xiao Niao again, he discovered that his master was standing blankly in front of a tent, like a stone statue in deep thought.

Hongyue was not the type to ask questions, but she instinctively felt that Xiaoniao was in a bad mood at the moment.

She then asked worriedly, "Lord Butcher, are you okay?"

Xiao Niao turned his head and looked at the Red Moon Knight, then nodded.

"Well, I'm fine," Xiao Niao explained in a low voice, not knowing to whom he was explaining, "I'm fine, it's just... I suddenly felt a little flustered."

Okay, Xiaoniao admitted that he had gone a little too far by running away just now.

As Gwen's victorious general, she should have stayed to celebrate and express her approval to the girl.

Ah…it must be because of what this girl said before she went into battle.

Why did I agree at that time?

But even so, why should I run? The bird blamed itself in frustration, I didn’t do anything wrong.

But when Gwen scanned the crowd with her eyes, she did feel an indescribable palpitation.

Xiao Niao was puzzled by the strange emotional fluctuations: Gwen is a sensible and polite child. Even if he actively asks for a reward, he should not put forward conditions that are too embarrassing.

It shouldn't be... right?

In her mind, the system had urged her several times about the progress inquiry. Xiao Niao came to her senses and didn't want to hesitate any longer, so she agreed to Tongzi's words and asked it to investigate.

On the other side, Gwen, who had searched the crowd several times without success, looked away in disappointment.

Not here? she thought.

But soon, Gwyneth comforted herself: Don't be in a hurry, there is a long way to go.

Chapter 71603 System No. (First Order Request!)

The world line correction task is actually a very abstract concept.