Ancestral Sword Of Clan Ice Blade นิยาย & เรื่องราว

At the very heart of the cave, we reached a chamber larger than any before, its ceiling lost in darkness above. In the center stood a single pedestal, and on that pedestal rested a sword. But it was like no sword I had ever seen. The blade seemed to be made of crystal, clear as water, yet light danced within it as though flames lived inside. The hilt was carved from what looked like bone, wrapped in leather worn smooth by countless hands. The Blade of Crimson, Lyra announced. Forged in the first age of wolves, when the Moon Goddess herself walked among us. It has waited here for three thousand years for the true heir to claim it.

“Frost Sword!” “It’s the Frost Sword that had been frozen for hundreds of years! It’s finally reappeared again!” The Mount Thunder Sect’s elders exclaimed in awe. The sword was Mount Thunder Sect’s Divine Sword forged by a strong ancestor of the sect 500 years ago. This sword was one of the most well-known Divine Swords worldwide and could easily be ranked among the strongest swords in Sol. It was also the sword wielded by the Great Grandmaster who was also the Mount Thunder Sect’s leader hundreds of years ago.

The only person who may possess knowledge of a blade in our household would be Lanthernia due to her use of them on the farm. “Family inherited feud eh?” He replied, almost proud. “Yeah. Something of sort” “My generation always did not have the best terms with most people” I wonder why? “Now, I got beef with some families that I do not even recall their names. Just that my papa or mama spat anytime they crossed our lawn.” He continued and ended with a hearty laugh “ good ol’ days” I followed him to a nearby table where he had spread out swords of different shapes and sizes. “Any of them catch your eye?”

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

Instead of explaining everything she would just fill in the missing pieces. Ka-rin took a deep breath and paused; slowly she let it out. She composed her words as she let them out, “What do you know about your people, the Transcending Ice Crystal, the eternal Depths Sapphire and the blue jade?” X replied, “Not very much. Only that each one was something that belonged to my parents. The blade that I possess was made for my grandfather when we was older. It had been passed down to my father, but when my parents were killed, I had inherited it.” His facial expressions were dark, recalling the grueling scenes.

On the day of departure, the entire clan gathered near the main gate of the valley, standing in solemn silence. They did not cheer, they simply watched quietly as Rayden walked past them. He no longer wore his ascetic robes. He now wore the Shadow Ice Armor, a lightweight yet incredibly sturdy bluish-black leather armor capable of absorbing light and blending into shadows. At his waist hung the Frozen Moon Blade, a long, slender sword forged from eternal ice, radiating a biting cold.

The Phantom Blade is in my hair and the obsidian blade is live in my hand and the disruptor is in my off hand and my own blood is singing, at the very top of its voice, the exact note that this entire corridor full of monsters was grown and built and sent to chase, and I let it sing, and I go to meet the grey Harvester in the strobing dark, not as Elena Moore the assassin and not as Elena the surrogate in her gilded cage and not as Subject Zero the asset on someone’s balance sheet, but as the thing my father grew in secret and hid inside his own daughter’s bones and trusted, across ten years and a burning lab and everything that came after, to wake all the way up at the precise moment she wa

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

I watched him carefully as he pressed a series of buttons until the wall slid open. Instantly, a green light shone directly into my face, nearly blinding me. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a giant, long, green, shiny blade. It looked so polished that I could see my reflection staring back at me from its surface. "My ancestors and I have spent generations creating this blade. It's called the Blade of Poison," he whispered in astonishment, staring at the object before him as though it were a priceless trophy. Slowly, he pulled the blade from its sheath and brought it toward my face.