NFBE Chapter 1557 Hero's Sword
Chapter 1557 Hero's Sword
Chapter 1557 Hero's Sword
An exceptionally slender, even slender small airship was traveling at a speed that was unattainable by ordinary airships.
Its flying posture is not stable, the hull vibrates severely, the riding experience is terrible, and the number of people and cargo it can carry is far less than that of airships of the same size.
But the speed is really fast
It took only one day to cross the two large wetlands of Dentra and Kulbutios and arrive at the Shuret region in the northwest of the Old World.
The airship did not go directly towards the ancient city of Xulet, but landed in Kokot Village for a short rest.
According to the plan, they will approach from the ground and sneak into the depths of the ruins of the royal city on foot in order to minimize the probability of exposure.
"It's been a long time since I last met you, Ernest."
Amos, who walked down from the airship with his companions, took the initiative to greet Ernest who came towards him and bowed slightly.
The two men were a few years apart in age and could be considered contemporaries. They had collaborated more than once when they were young, but after Ernest "retired", they had fewer opportunities to communicate.
However, in recent years, due to the relationship between Gordon and Hayata, they have exchanged letters several times.
"Your hair is all grey, but you still look so serious."
The two old hunters shook hands and bumped shoulders with each other.
Ernest, who was wearing crimson heavy armor, smiled and said, "The guild knights have arrived. I will lead them to meet you outside the royal city."
He didn't say anything like "If anyone doesn't want to go, you can switch with me." Everyone who came here had made up their mind, and there was no need to add to their hesitation.
"Excuse me, is the hero here?"
"Where is the legendary hero's sword? Can we go and see it? Can we try to pull it out?"
"Um!"
The three young hunters were somewhat excited.
Although Kokote Village is remote and barren, it has a special status among hunters because of the existence of the Kokote hero and the hero's sword.
It might be a bit of an exaggeration to call it a “holy land”, but it also feels like a “place of origin”.
Ernest smiled and pointed to the back of the village. "The village chief is not in the village now. As for the Hero's Sword, do you see that big tree? It's right under that tree."
Facing the pleading eyes of the three, Amos nodded helplessly, "Come back quickly after you finish reading, don't run around. We will be taking action tomorrow. I'm afraid there will be no time to rest during the mission, so you have to stay alert."
"okay!"
The three of them ran away.
"Then let's set off first, meow." A rough voice that didn't sound like a cat's voice sounded.
The one who spoke was an incredibly tall and strong Elu, carrying a huge cat hammer on his back. His powerful aura did not make him look like a hunting cat, but more like a hunter with an outstanding record.
Traveling with it was a Melalu, who was holding a wooden stick in his mouth and carrying a boomerang on his back. He looked lazy, but his momentum was not much inferior to the former.
They are the elite cat hunting team sent by the guild. They will sneak into the ancient city of Xulet first and find a suitable route for the subsequent reconnaissance team to enter.
"Bones, Flint, I'll leave the exploration of the route to you." Amos nodded at the two cats.
The tall and strong Elu named Bone waved his paws, stood on all fours, and ran out of the village like a leopard.
The other Melaleuca spat out the Polygonum multiflorum in its mouth onto the ground with some reluctance and sped up to catch up.
"Let's not just stand here like idiots. Let's go have a drink together? Or go and see those young people?" Ernest asked with a smile.
"Forget about the wine." Amos obviously didn't have the habit of drinking before a mission. "Let's go and take a look. The last time I came to Kokot Village to admire the Hero's Sword was many years ago."
When the two of them arrived under the big tree, Lieyan and the others had been looking at the sword for a while.
"It seems like there's nothing special about it?"
"Is that brown stuff rust or dried blood? It's so thick."
"Let's try it out?"
"Since I'm here, of course I have to give it a try."
"Well!"
"Who goes first?"
"Let's play rock-paper-scissors"
Under the helpless gaze of the two old hunters, the young Lieyan, with Pika and Ahun, who were in their thirties but didn't seem that young, started playing rock-paper-scissors like children.
"Wow!" Lieyan raised his arms high.
Won!
She suppressed the embarrassing thought of taking a super strength pill on the spot, stretched her limbs, and walked to the sword.
He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, lowered his body and exerted force, then pulled it upwards fiercely.
"Shh!"
She actually pulled out the legendary hero's sword so easily that she even fell to the ground due to excessive force.
"?!!"
Really pulled it out?!
"**! *****!" A string of swear words came out of Ahun and the other man's mouth.
Looking down at the dark blue short-handed sword in his hand, and then at the empty rock, Lieyan was a little confused.
Am I really the chosen one?
No, it could just be that great strength is the cause of miracles.
She put the sword back in with some uncertainty, and motioned for Bikar Ahun and the others to try it as well.
While Pika was still a little hesitant, Ahun took Xiu's arm and walked to the sword. He carefully grasped the hilt which was a little small for him, and pulled it hard.
The hero's sword was pulled out again.
"Huh? I can do it too?" Ahhun was surprised. "Bika, come and try it too!"
As he said this, he put the sword back in.
The spear made Bika hesitate. He felt that such a casual attitude was somewhat disrespectful to the Hero's Sword and the legendary Kokot hero.
But at the urging of his companions, he still stepped forward, and sure enough, he pulled out the sword.
Amos, who had tried to do it when he was young but failed, looked at Ernest and asked, "Is this still the same sword?"
"Of course, how could we touch it if there is nothing wrong?" Ernest also found it a bit ridiculous.
The village chief had clearly told him that there was nothing special about the sword, and there was no such thing as "only the chosen one can pull it out."
It was just stuck with rust and dragon's blood.
But weren’t those guys pulling it out too easily?
The two walked over and tried it themselves. It was indeed very easy, with almost no resistance to insertion and withdrawal.
Ernest held the "Hero's Sword" horizontally and carefully looked at the front half of the sword that was originally inserted into the stone.
A lot of the dried and solidified dragon blood had peeled off, revealing a sharp blade that was still flashing with a cold light.
"Sure enough, the rust and blood stains on it have fallen off. Maybe it's because it rained recently?" Ernest said with an understanding expression.
"The village chief told me that if you want to pull out this sword, the method is actually not that mysterious. Just pour the blood of a flying dragon on it to melt the dried blood clots on it, and you can easily pull it out. (There is this task in the game, and it left a deep impression)
Even pouring hot water on it may have some effect.”
"Hmm." Lieyan smacked his lips and suddenly felt a little disillusioned.
Facing this eight-star hunter who was a little too young, Amos smiled and patted her shoulder.
“Only people can pick up swords, the swords don’t pick up people. It’s called the ‘Hero’s Sword’, but that doesn’t mean the person who picks it up will become a hero.
It is the sword of the "Hero of Kokot," that is all."
As he said this, Amos thrust the sword, which had been pulled out and inserted again and again, back into his body.
The sword stood firmly and upright on the rock, just as it had been for hundreds of years.
(End of this chapter)