Kuran stepped back and flicked the spear in the hands of the silver elf princess with his backhand sword, and shouted in a deep voice: Stop! But at this moment, everyone's movements have just stagnated-the mountain suddenly shakes in the mine!
Brando, Medissa, and Akane immediately turned their faces and raised their heads subconsciously—but with a loud bang, everyone saw a ten-meter-long crack at the top of the mine tunnel. There was sand and gravel in the crack. Suddenly falling down, slapped everyone in the face.
This sudden change interrupted the battle, Brando immediately buried his head and squinted his eyes, turning his head back loudly to make Akane behind him retreat quickly. He didn't know that the mine was more fragile than he thought.
Brando naturally attributed this matter to the result of several gold-level forces fighting under here, but he faintly felt wrong. Their battle with Kuran had just begun, as if in theory it shouldn't have caused such a big movement.
But at this time, he couldn't afford to think too much. He stepped back and suddenly heard Akane yelling from the other side: "Lord Lord, be careful—"
However, before she finished speaking, Schafflund’s mine suddenly ushered in a second shudder. The huge rock finally broke free from the shackles of the mountain under the shaking and crashed down, and the light in the mine suddenly became messy. Very dim.
Brando was about to avoid, but a large amount of mud and rocks had already poured into him from one side.
"I go!"
This was his last thought before everything went dark.
Even the terrible movement of the underground stretched to the surface. At this moment, the young noble clerk who was restraining the workers in the mining area was standing unstable and rolled down.
Aukins finally got up from among the rocks in a bloodless manner. He felt the ground under his feet trembling and rumbling noises constantly. He couldn't help his face becoming pale and looked around in a hurry-the entire mine for a moment. The army was in chaos, most of the miners were thrown to the ground, but more people were escaping.
What's wrong, the earthquake? Is Master Martha angry
He couldn't help but shudder and thought.
…
Frada in the Frost Moon already had some bleak taste. Griffith looked out from the terrace with a ray of light reflected by his pale silver eyes. The distant view was a forest drawn out by thick ink in the vast white mist. Canopy of —
The leaves of some trees have almost fallen.
But the fireplace in the room was peeling and burning, and sparks peeled off the red charcoal, occasionally floating from the iron fence and falling on the red bricks outside the fireplace.
The room became warm.
Her Royal Highness only wore a red and white fur shawl on her nightdress. Her long silver hair seemed to be drowsy and dangled loosely on the shawl, and her feet were bare under her nightdress. Some absentmindedly, he placed Bai Shengsheng's feet on the fluffy carpet—watching the white skin sink into the soft fluff, and then smiled slightly.
Ofwell naturally couldn't see what was under the desk, otherwise he would stand up and scorn the princess, half of his student, so she should always pay attention to her appearance and behavior.
However, the veteran's gaze was more on the documents on the desk. The report written on parchment was actually sent to this mahogany table three days after the Cavaliers Tournament. This document is Nimesis sent it by herself.
The female knight was beating Fwell at the moment, one step behind. She was wearing a black knight gown, and the skin on her hands and neck was as white as jade porcelain—she stood straight, eyes Do not squint.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
After a while, Princess Griffith recovered from the low blood pressure after getting up. She rubbed her forehead, and raised her silver eyes weakly—as if a little tired—the two of her courtiers were reflected in her pupils:
"I'm sorry, Feverwell, Nimesse, I got up a bit late."
"Pay attention to rest, work and rest together." It was not the beating Fwell who said this, but the female knight spoke first.
Feverwell looked back at her, the female knight expressionless, but the minister was not surprised-the latter has always been like this, out of a kind of meticulous concern for the princess-even more than just showing Yu Chenzi's concern for the king.
"What is this?" Princess Griffin picked up the report written on parchment and glanced at it. She frowned, then put her hand on a fist-sized crystal shard on one side.
The crystal glowed immediately, and then scenes of images appeared on it.
If you look closely, you will find that it is about the record in the Cavaliers Tournament a few days ago. But above was the figure of a young girl. Her Royal Highness recognized it was Freya, she was taken aback, and then played it again.
Princess Griffiy raised her head, a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes: "Is there any problem?"
"Swordsmanship," Nimesis replied.
"fencing?"
"That little girl has a problem with swordsmanship." This time it was Assaultwell's answer.
"Isn't that Everton's daughter, what can be the problem?" the girl asked back.
Nimesis nodded, and she took out a bell and shook it. The bell rang and the door outside opened in response. A young knight wearing a breastplate and red trimmed with white plush leaned forward and asked:
"What's your order, Lord Nimes?"
"Attack me!" the female knight commanded concisely.
The knight was slightly startled, but didn't ask more, instead he opened the door and took a step back and immediately drew his sword to face each other. As a guard knight of the royal family, he has a golden level of strength, and his shots are extremely clean, but Nimesis simply stepped back to avoid his first sword—
The girl stepped away from one side of her body while narrowing the distance with the opponent. With her right hand drawn halfway out of the sword, she pressed the opponent's shoulders and necks. Half of her body leaned forward with force, pressing the opponent to the ground with the sword.
In the blink of an eye, Nimesis held a half-out sheathed sword with both hands one after the other and placed it on the knight's neck while the other party was sitting on the ground.
"Nimesis, your swordsmanship has improved again." The half-elf girl's eyes lit up.
But the kingdom knight sitting on the ground was not depressed at all. He took Nimesis's outstretched hand to stand up, bowed his head and replied, "I have disappointed you!"
Nimesis has always served as the guard knight commander of Griffin Corkova Odyssey. Although it is not completely in a system, it can also command and mobilize the Knights of the Guards—say these knights. The half of the boss is not an exaggeration.
For this female boss, although there are some different voices, most of the young knights in the Knight Order are both convinced and longing.
In the words of a jealous person, it was this female knight that had already been vilified.
Nimesis nodded and did not say much. Instead, she put away her sword and replied to Her Royal Highness Princess Griffiy: "This is military swordsmanship, a swordsmanship that was born to end the battle quickly."
The silver-haired girl thought for a while and said, "I remember that our country's military swordsmanship is not like this."
"Because it has been improved," Ufwell replied, "This swordsmanship is an improved military swordsmanship. It focuses on law rather than skill. Its core point is to cause the enemy to lose combat effectiveness in the simplest way. —"
The minister pointed to the position of his neck, waist, arms, and thighs, "Usually it is fatal, but there are other ways. But it is not a person who has accumulated experience in the battlefield for a long time. It is not necessary. Out of this swordsmanship."
The princess was lost in thought. She put her hand on the crystal again and replayed the image above. She noticed the second half of Freya's last sword:
"You mean this?"
The female knight nodded.
"Ms. Nimesis told me about this and I also observed it carefully," Buffwell replied, "This little girl took the sword with her hand purely improvisation, but the subsequent attack has military swordsmanship. Shadows!"
The half-elf princess frowned, but then she relaxed and showed interest.
"You said that this swordsmanship needs to go through a long battlefield career, but she hasn't had such experience. She used to be a militia in Buchi and participated in the war with Madara but only a few days ago."
"Yes."
"But there is another possibility," Asfwell replied with his head down. "Veteran."
"You mean someone taught her, that Madden?" Griffin asked.
"No, I sent someone to investigate this old guard captain. This man is very capable and has experienced the November War, but he is just an ordinary veteran."
"Yes, his other disciple doesn't know this swordsmanship, right." The princess nodded, and she mentioned Bresson.
But in fact, there is another possibility, that is, Freya is a genius, and it does not need to be accumulated for a long time to get her own understanding of swordsmanship. It's just that Freya's ability is obvious to all present, and this possibility is naturally ignored.
"Who would it be?" The half-elf girl was a little confused: "She doesn't know more people."
"There is another person out of our sight, Your Royal Highness."
Griffin reacted immediately, and a strange light flashed in the girl's silver eyes: "You mean him?"
Asturfwell nodded.
The half-elf princess calmed down quickly: "But he is just a young man, unless someone has taught him." She turned her head and said, "Then you can know more about him?"
Suddenly she realized that when she asked this question, she had some strange expectations in her heart-is it to understand this matter? Or to learn more about each other
Or both, but the princess didn't know in her heart.
"Unless you can return to Bouche."
"Isn't there any news from the people who escaped from Buche?"
"They are not familiar with him," Nimesis interrupted. "I even sent someone to ask Breson in private, but he said he didn't know."
"He said he didn't know." Princess Griffin thought for a while: "not not clear?"
Nimesis nodded, she also felt that there was a problem, but she couldn't find more clues.
"Let's put it down first," Her Royal Highness inserted her finger into her silver hair and tidied the silver girdles at the back: "Or go back to this matter, can this swordsmanship be promoted?"
"That little girl can't do it. Miss Nimesse has observed her for a while, and she doesn't know much about it." Asfwell shook her head.
"Unless you can find that person," the girl raised her head and asked, "right?"
Both of them nodded.
The princess looked at the female knight, "Nimesis, can't you restore this swordsmanship? You are a rare swordsmanship genius in the kingdom, can you do nothing?" she asked.
Nimesis seemed to be thinking something. At this time, he came back to his senses: "I will try my best, but don't hold too much hope. After all, I am not a fighter."
"Yep?"
"I mean, people who don't have certain battlefield experience in this swordsmanship, I'm afraid it will be difficult to restore it." The female knight replied flatly.
"I understand. I will ask Fulwell to help you and ask him to find a few veterans who have experienced the November War to discuss this with you—"
Griffiyin thought again: "Recently, in addition to preparing for the trip to Amperethel, you should spend more time on this matter-I am very optimistic about the promotion of this swordsmanship, so bother you two! "
"The old minister understands."
"Yes." Nimesis also nodded slightly.