Black Clover: Sword Of The Wizard King Timeline นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The darkness of the White Mountain was illuminated with the little shadow of the moon, dark clouds covered the horizon and only the unforgiving gale of winter was their companion. Fairy Knight Henry heard them from the darkness of the trees, and as he approached, he saw the outlines of the warriors and the young legendary Prenah in the shimmering moonlight. He came down upon the warriors with the fury of the feral knight. His sword flashed in the light of the pale, heavenly orb. Their blood reached the ground before a scream could even pass their lips, and in an instant, he stood alone with the young fairy, and the bodies of his men littered at his feet.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Watching Clive step forward to duel the sloppy swordsman, Chase felt somewhat puzzled. The Light Divine Pearl that had appeared should have been a manifestation. He had said this place was called the Universal Sword Sect, which had been corrupted and destroyed in other worlds and throughout history by the evil god, Klondike. The Light Divine Pearl had also collected numerous Klondike projections and gathered them here. Clive's Universal Sword Holy Land was essentially the Universal Sword Sect from another timeline. The degree of corruption by Klondike was much lighter.

"You said I got two things wrong, right? What's the second one?" "Oh, right. The second one: my father has been living in this village for twenty years. He hasn't been part of the Felwyrs for the past.. thirty years or so. And the sword disappeared fifteen years ago, right? So, yes the Felwyrs are supposed to be the guardians of the sword, but he has nothing to do with its disappearance."

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

He tucked the end of the cloak around her bare ankles where the green wedding gown had ridden up. The pack-folk in the courtyard would tell stories about the small careful arranging of the cloak for the rest of their lives. They would tell their grandchildren about it. They would tell their grandchildren that they had stood in the courtyard of Ironbough Pack on the morning of the autumn festival and watched the king of Velmoria sit on the back of his enormous black horse with the rejected Luna of their own pack in his arms and tuck a black cloak around her ankles with both his hands as if he were a young husband putting his small wife to bed in the dead of winter, and their grandchildren wou