Freya understands that she does not have such an outstanding talent. From the beginning of her career in Buche, she has used her unyielding character to make up for this gap. She has spent much more sweat than others, and a little bit of recovery. The difference between.
But things are not as simple as imagined.
As time went by, Freya gradually discovered that the gap between people sometimes seemed not to be made up by hard work.
Just like in this college, there are too many capable people, and she is simply insignificant among such a crowd. Just like the little firefly, under the brilliance of the bright moon, the little pride that was originally left in Buche has disappeared completely.
In front of her is a knight student from a senior grade, the silver median strength is equal to Bresson; in fact, if it were not for this game to limit the highest strength to the peak of Black Iron, the two sides would only rely on their understanding of swordsmanship to fight against each other, I am afraid Freya had already fallen to the ground—
But that's it, she would feel a little trembling in her hands holding the sword.
But the frowning senior student was also cautiously circling her in circles. The tenacious style of play that Freya showed earlier also caused him to suffer a lot—the Wangli Cavalry Academy’s annual championship contest was founded since its inception. At the beginning, there was a rule that made everyone complain-no one has time to rest between matches, and everyone must pay for the excessive physical energy wasted in the previous battle.
It is said that the founders of the academy set such rules to let the students understand that no enemy on the battlefield will give you the “reasonable” rules. You must learn to retain your physical strength. Only in this way can you live on the battlefield. longer.
The original intention of Wangli Cavalry Academy was to export the best military talents to this ancient kingdom. In the era of peace, all the students who went out from here were trained as middle and senior non-commissioned officers. Even those who graduated with honors may be directly selected into the royal knighthood as soon as they step out of the gate of the academy.
Therefore, there are also many guys who reach the sky in one step.
Just like this annual championship contest, this Cavaliers competition is conducted on a points system, and students fighting between different grades can get corresponding points-and implement a cruel single elimination system. Only the one who stood at the end can win the title of'Champion Knight', which represents the highest honor of the academy.
After the champion knight is decided, the best knight in each grade will be selected based on the points.
Basically, these people can already be stamped with honor.
I have to say that although this system is not very fair, it can more truly reflect the life-and-death struggle on the battlefield. Just like a famous saying from the original founder of the academy:
Luck is not only your strength, but also one of your biggest reliances—
This sentence is the most appropriate to describe Freya at this moment. However, as a woman who only has the strength of the middle reaches of the black iron-of course, this rate of progress is extremely rare among ordinary people, and it can be said that she has paid for her these days. The greatest affirmation of his sweat—but here, it is far from enough; Freya feels that she has no extra power to react to the opponent's actions.
She can barely keep up with the opponent's circle movement, and then pray that luck will take care of her, or it is more appropriate to use a miracle at this moment.
Her opponent seemed to have noticed this too. After carefully confirming that the opponent was not deliberately deceiving, the senior student decisively launched an attack.
The sword came from the rear on the right, which was the most difficult to guard against. Freya didn't think much at all, or she didn't have the energy to think much. She raised the sword-it was almost a subconscious action, but it was like a blessed soul. The next moment she let the other's sword pass through the hilt of the long sword in her hand.
There was a hot tingling sensation in the hand, but the other party was also slightly taken aback. Freya didn't even think about it, twisted her backhand, split her hand and pulled back the opponent's sword blade on the cage handle-calling the opponent dumbfounded, she pressed her elbow against the guy's chest.
The student flew out directly, but when he got up again, the blade in Freya's hand was already attached to his neck.
"What kind of swordsmanship is that?" The student asked in the first sentence when he got up. He saw bright red blood dripping down the girl's hand, which was a bit dazzling.
"..." Freya didn't answer.
In fact, she was a little confused in her own mind—the last trick just now was clearly remembering the sword tricks Brando used in the past—she didn’t think it was so subtle when she first saw Brando use it, but now In retrospect, those tricks were extremely practical.
But she thought that if Brando used it, she would not hurt her hand.
"I gave up." The senior student sitting on the ground was taken aback for a while, and finally raised his hand. Then Freya saw the black-haired female knight who was the referee coming in outside the court. The latter separated the two with a cold face as before, and then turned back to look at her.
"I heard that you have been on the battlefield?" Nimesis asked in a cold tone.
Freya noticed that there was a deep suspicion in the other's eyes-she rarely saw the extra emotions in those dark eyes, as if the female knight was always wearing a cold mask. -But this mask has a little looseness at this moment.
The girl was a little strange, but she nodded. In the Wangli Cavalry Academy, anyone who dared to fight against this senior sister has not yet been born.
"It's the undead with Madara?"
"Yes."
"Can you still use the swordsmanship you used just now?"
Freya hesitated, she felt that she was about to faint.
But Nimesis also saw her embarrassment and no longer insisted. Instead, she said: "The sword just now has the shadow of Eruin's military swordsmanship. It is not the same way as the knight swordsmanship taught in the academy. Have you worked as a militia?"
Freya nodded again.
"But neither the swordsmanship of the militia nor the swordsmanship of the garrison is this kind of straight-forward murderous swordsmanship. It is like the real Eruin battlefield swordsmanship." The black-haired female knight frowned, deeply. Looking at her: "Are you from Boucher? Do you know anyone in the Whitemane Legion?"
Freya suffocated. She didn't know why this senior who still took care of herself on weekdays would be here to ask herself these strange questions one after another.
Of course she shook her head.
But now Freya is no longer the country girl from Buche who didn't know anything back then, and she has gained a lot of insights during the months of study. She recalled the sword before, and many swordsmanship that Brando had used—it seemed that they all had one thing in common, which, in simpler terms, was concise.
An extremely concise swordsmanship, as if no extra routines were needed, as if it were purely a swordsmanship used to achieve victory. Freya can imagine the effect of this kind of swordsmanship on the battlefield, no wonder Senior Nimesis called it murderous swordsmanship.
When she recalled, Brando did indeed make every shot cleanly and surprisingly fast when he went into battle.
But she only recovered, but saw Nimesis staring at her with dark and faint eyes. She was shocked. She had never seen this senior sister like this before, but after a long while, the other party just said to her:
"In fact, it's not pure Eluin's battlefield swordsmanship."
Freya was taken aback, and her heart jumped slightly—what do you mean
"Did you hide anything, Freya?"
The girl hurriedly shook her head, and the pony tail swayed at the back of her head.
"Well, that's an improved Eruin battlefield swordsmanship," Nimesis straightened up with a strange expression: "I've seen this kind of swordsmanship."
Freya looked at Nimésis and turned around after saying this, and walked to another venue. But a trace of paleness slowly oozes out of her face, and she suddenly thought of a possibility—
This woman knows Brando.
…
"Who is that?"
The half-elf princess turned her head, "Who?"
"The student who won before," Magdal looked at the crowded field below: "I saw Sister Nimesis talking to her for a while, like a girl—"
Griffith followed her gaze and looked at it, then suddenly.
"That's Everton's daughter," the silver-haired girl sighed immediately: "Unfortunately, it seems that she did not inherit the talent of her father. Although it is already very good, it is not the best among the students in this period. Excellent, even worse than her father."
"Griffiyin, that's because the quality of the students in this period is so good." Although the nun princess is not good at swordsmanship, her wisdom and knowledge are enough to make up for the gap: "The young man named Bresson, There are two other people, I have heard you mention them more than once."
The silver-haired girl smiled: "Yes, Master Martha still protects Eruin."
She added: "I am going to select the best people from the upper and lower grades to go to Amperexel with you, Tini; among the students in this period, I think there are some It is necessary to focus on training and let them leave here to exercise. This is my idea."
"So you took a fancy to Bresson, Griffin?" Magdal turned around and asked, "He is indeed a very calm young man. There are very few young people like him among the nobles—"
"Not necessarily, Tini," the silver-haired girl's eyes flashed: "I knew there was another one. He let me know that the blood of Eruin's ancestors has not drained yet, so there is hope for this ancient kingdom."
"It's rare to hear you compliment someone like that, Griffin."
The half-elf princess rarely answered her friend's words. What she thought of was the young man who beat Feverwell. She had confirmed that the other party did not come here with Freya-what a mysterious guy.
She didn't know where and what the other party was doing, but she had a faint feeling in her heart that the young man would not be willing to be lonely, and he would appear in everyone's field of vision again soon.
As for the posture
The silver-haired girl smiled in her heart, abandoning this weird idea.
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