Bab 143: Short Letter

"A swordsman of Zhao wears a plain helmet, his curved blade bright as rime."

Wearing shabby leather armor made of python skin, a swordsman of the Northern Lands wielded a silver longsword and created snow-white afterimages in the air. Wherever the radiant longsword struck, a bone-chilling wind issued, even covering the ground in a layer of thin frost.

"A silver saddle shines on a white horse, galloping swift as a shooting star."

Pointing the longsword to the heavens, a silver winged horse galloped over. Carrying the knight, the apparitional mount charged forward as if a silver shooting star.

"Robbing a life every ten steps, never turning back in the long journey."

Wherever the sword passed, the heads of the enemies flew. Just with the sharp sword in his hands and the mount beneath him, the lightly-dressed Knight could tread dominantly across the Northern Lands!