Chapter 1040 Disabled Guards

A set of pure black armor made Oliveira look extremely solemn. He temporarily placed the sword given by the prince in the palace, raised the Blade of Caledor and walked into the main hall.

From this moment on, his destiny seemed clear: win every battle for the kingdom, or die honoring Caledor.

Dozens of dragon princes who were waiting to go on the expedition had already gathered in the main hall. After seeing Oliveira's armor and sword, most of them showed envy in unison.

As Dragon Princes, they know this honor better than anyone else, the Dragon Summoning Song written by His Highness himself, the remains of the Fire Dragon Ancestor, the fragments of Caledor's sword...

I just regret that I placed my hopes too much on the dragon and scorned some seemingly menial jobs, only to allow a commoner to receive such a high honor in the end.

Oliveira walked to the throne and heard a dull echo from under her helmet, "Your Highness."

Imrik nodded and motioned to Oliveira to find a seat first, as he still needed to explain some final matters.

"We need to deal with Azazel's Slaanesh army as soon as possible. News has come from the front. A large number of slaves have been sacrificed to the Dark Prince. There are already traces of lust demon activities."

This is an inquiry and an opportunity for those who are capable to demonstrate.

Everyone knew that the prince's attention would only be on Malekith, so how to solve his problems at this moment became a point worthy of speculation.

However, none of the arrogant dragon princes spoke first. Instead, they looked at the newly announced Blade of Caledor from the corner of their eyes.

Due to the wartime situation, such an important position did not have a solemn ceremony, but this does not mean that Oliveira can gain everyone's respect with peace of mind.

If the Blade of Caledor is to live up to its title, a big win is necessary.

After Priest Juan's reminder just now, Oliveira also understood that if he wanted to find a good place for his old friends and not completely become a marginal figure in the army after the dragon was awakened, he needed to deepen his influence in the palace. Influence.

The Blade of Caledor volunteered, "Your Highness, please let me, your loyal Blade of Caledor Oliveira, take care of Azazel. This will surely prevent the Dark Prince's tentacles from reaching Ulthuan."

"Well, the Tal Windhowling City Agata Corps and the New World Port Defense Force have been assembled. With my token, you will gain the power to assemble the regiment."

A dragon scale token is Oliveira's new symbol of power.

Now he finally realized that His Highness had already been thinking about how to coordinate the conflict between the Dragon Prince and the new nobles. He had not sent the main force out after the dragon awakened because he was preparing to reorganize the legion.

The main battlefield must be the Dragon Prince as the core force. Hundreds of giant dragons can form a frontal crushing force, but they cannot let the remaining people eat dust. They can simply divide them into different sequences, each with a good place to go.

"Yes, in the name of Caledor, I will dedicate my victory to you."

"I look forward to a victory, a victory worthy of the honor of the Blade of Caledor."

After the oath was taken, Oliveira left the palace quickly, and a team specially prepared for him had been waiting outside the palace gate for a long time.

Its wearing style is very similar to the honor armor of the Blade of Caledor, except that it does not have those important runes and remains decorations.

"The Blades of Caledor, we serve as your bodyguard by order of the Prince."

The familiar voice made Oliveira a little confused about the person under the face-covering helmet, "Al White?"

"it's me."

"But aren't you dead?" Oliveira clearly remembers that Alwhite, who was also a Claw of Patunion, ate a mouthful of the original thick syrup of Pestilen Plague High Priest during the Lustria Holy War. , was rushed to Ulthuan for treatment, but was unable to save his life and ended up having to attend the funeral.

"In a sense, I am indeed dead." Alwhite took off his helmet, revealing a particularly ferocious face. His left eyelid had fallen off, and his pupils were turbid yellow.

His lips were squeezed between his nose and chin, revealing his uneven teeth. His whole face was covered with wrinkles, making him look extremely old.

He took off his gauntlet and opened his leather gloves, revealing a silver-white metal palm.

"The rat-man plague has had a deeper impact on me than I imagined. I heard that Dettlaff cured his injuries by becoming a vampire, but I still prefer to be an elf, haha."

The humorous words revealed endless sadness, making Oliveira's mood indescribable.

He suddenly realized something and took off the other man's helmet regardless of etiquette, only to find another familiar face.

"Collin? Weren't you turned into juice by the black dragon's breath?!"

"Look what you said, it's just that my thigh and right hand turned into juice. How can a mere black dragon kill me." Colin rolled his eyes, a smile appeared on his scarred face, and then patted Oliveira's hand. Chest said, "Okay, I didn't expect that Oliveira, who was last in the team every time, would now be the Blade of Caledo."

Not in the mood to interrupt the banter, Oliveira began to take off the helmets of the guards one by one. There were a total of sixteen people he knew, and they were all brothers who had fought together.

And without exception, their bodies suffered more or less irreversible injuries. The most serious one among them was comparable to Tekasios who was put into a metal cage.

"This, this..." Oliveira felt that she had been more surprised in the past two days than in her whole life, but an impossible thought vaguely appeared in her mind, "Where is Captain Halifax? Is he still alive?!"

Alwhite shook his head helplessly, mercilessly cutting off this sad thought.

"There are only about fifty people who have survived the most serious injuries and are still waiting for treatment. His Highness used magic to keep us alive, but only a few of them can eventually return to the battlefield.

But don't worry, this is our voluntary choice. Those brothers who are unable to join the Blade Guard of Caledor are arranged to perform some secret projects in the palace. "

"You...don't you want to go home?"

"Calledor is our home. No matter how many times, we are willing to lay down our lives for His Highness."

This strong determination only made Oliveira feel ashamed. He won the praise of His Highness for his loyalty. But compared with Alwhite and others, after being given a second life, he was still willing to devote his loyalty. This is really touching. .

The humorous Corinle originally wanted to hold Oliveira by the shoulders as before, but the countless golden runes and decorations with sacred meanings on the Honor Armor made him awed.

I could only find a location that was not too conspicuous, and patted my old friend's waist out of curiosity.

"I just hope you don't dislike us guys. The guards of the Blade of Caledor are actually a bunch of cripples. It would be very embarrassing to tell them."

"How could it be? There is no more suitable person than you." (End of Chapter)