"Haruze, hold on to your sword. Think about your sister, you should fight not only as a warrior, but as a man."
The little prince Liushen stood there without a master. The elf sorceress demon finally reacted, bowed her head and looked down at the little prey. The instinct and instinct like a beast made her mouth slide upwards with a sneer, like a cat teasing a mouse, she slowed down. Slowly approached him, buried his body, wrapped his slender arms around the little prince's neck, and reached into his clothes and went down to explore the magic crystal.
Haruze was stunned, her beautiful eyes widened, there was a silver mist inside, and the elves' slender nose took a short breath. Reason tells him that he should look at the soft lower abdomen of the opponent with a sharp sword, but the long sword in his hand seems to weigh more than a thousand kilograms, his arms seem to be frozen there, and the swordsmanship he has learned seems to have slipped out of his mind. Blank, as if holding a hand of sweat in his hand.
What's more, the demon still used the black hole against his eyes, the dark magic power is the most good at eroding people's hearts, and the elf sorceress demon can easily detect the little prince's fear. There was a dark crescent on her beautiful snow-white face, and she looked at him with a contemptuous sneer. Half of the demon's body has been attached to Prince Haruze, deliberately pressing his cheek with a soft hemisphere, his slender arm hangs on the back of Haruze's neck like a spider, and his pointed fingers almost have to reach there. A magic crystal.
But of course, her desire for magic goes far beyond that little magic crystal. The little prince who possesses the gift of a wizard is the most delicious meal in her eyes.
Haruze shivered so hard, he turned his head stiffly, and looked at Brando pleadingly.
"Lord Knight, he is really not suitable for fighting." Hunter girl Peya couldn't stand it anymore.
"He must fight, he has chosen this path, and he must show his courage to face it." Brando replied seriously, turning a blind eye to Haruze's pleading eyes.
Peia whispered for a while, trying to say something, but finally stopped.
"People must fight, and each has its own reasons, Miss Hunter. But Haruze’s reasons are very different, not because of glory, nor because of beliefs and ideals, but because he must become strong in order to respond to the expectations of many people. ."
"But people can't always live in the expectations of others—" Although she knew her identity was low, the hunter girl couldn't help refuting. She thought she would wait for Master Cavaliers to severely reprimand, but Brando just asked in a gentle manner: "Will you live for your brother's expectations, Miss Peia."
"I… "
"The people who really have expectations of you are the people closest to you. Their beliefs are not beautiful, because there is nothing perfect in this world."
"sorry… "
"You don't have to apologize for my status as a nobleman. Even if your words are as sharp as a sword, you will only correct my mistakes. Not to mention it. And as I said, everyone has their own trajectory."
Peia looked suspiciously at the Lord Earl, some of the other party's words she did not understand well. But she vaguely felt that Brando was completely different from the noble lords she had seen in Shallow Water Town, and even different from the courteous knight lords of Manowell.
Brando raised his voice: "Haruze, everyone has the first lesson in life. Your sister must have told you what the basic qualities of a fighter are—"
The little prince’s heart is in a mess, and he has no time to hear these words clearly, but the last few words penetrate the chaotic thoughts, as if knocking in his heart—
The basic qualities of a fighter
The snow in Winterjaw Castle is always thin, but it falls down and accumulates thickly. Behind the snowflakes stood my sister, piercing the snow curtain with that severe voice that scared him:
"When facing a battle, the first thing a swordsman needs to do is to calm down, analyze his situation, and understand what he should do—"
But his heart was pounding and he couldn't calm down at all.
"Use your will, not a sword to fight. There is no one who does not make mistakes in this world, but only a coward is afraid of mistakes and dare not draw a sword. You answer in your heart that all those who rely on you, you want to be a Coward—or fight to the end like a real man?"
"I… "
"I have no idea!"
The little prince felt the cold breath of the demon lingering around him, and the cold fingertips of the other party ran across his back, as if the next moment he was about to drag him into the abyss of endless darkness. He couldn't help closing his eyes tightly, tears could not stop, but a strange flush of blood poured out of his pale little face.
He gasped sharply.
"Have you seen the Royal Academy's trainee exam? If you don't hand in your answer sheet, you will never get a score—"
"If you hand in the answer sheet, you may get zero points! I, I can't do it, I can't learn much swordsmanship! I just want to be with my sister, I don't know how to fight, I don't want to die!"
There was a soft click, it was the sound of the tip of the sword bounced when it was unsheathed.
The little prince screamed almost crying. But there was a sharp metallic creak in the cry, and the eyes of the black hole of the demon who hugged Haruze suddenly widened, and suddenly backed away, and the cold blade almost touched her lower abdomen.
Haruze rounded the sword like a wind wheel. Because of the excessive force, he himself was driven by the force of the sword to turn around in a circle.
This horrible scene is simply an unruly sword by those who have never used a sword, or like a drop of ink dripping from the tip of the pen when a trainee of the Royal Academy lifts a quill, staining the white paper.
But at least I mentioned it—
Haruze dragged his sword and gasped for breath, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that he actually drew the sword. For a moment, it seemed like a dream.
He raised his head and saw a puzzled look on the face of the demon who had retreated. It probably hasn't figured out how this little prey suddenly grew fangs. But its response is simple, that is, raising a long thin hand and pointing its five fingers to Haruze.
"Be careful!" Peia saw this scene and couldn't help but remind.
"elder sister!"
Feeling a blank in his mind, the little prince immediately raised his sword in front of him, then turned his head and closed his eyes tightly.
This kind of battle is simply horrible, Brando doesn't know how he can watch it. When he fought for the first time, he was a hundred times better than this, but this is probably the so-called natural advantage of the player.
Five black flames spurted from the devil’s fingertips and instantly reached Haruze, but at this time, the cyan light flashed on the "Shirkai's Loyalty" in his hand, and a light cyan shield emerged. Blocked, Hei Yan suddenly smashed into pieces.
"what!"
The hunter girl was dumbfounded.
The little prince also reacted, staring blankly at the sword in his hand. He originally seemed to want to go back and ask Brando, but Brando coldly hit him back: "What are you in a daze, don't fight back!"
Haruze woke up like a dream, as if he had recovered some of his training instincts, and immediately turned around and struck the demon with a sword. But the movement was so distorted that it was only better than that of a clumsy beginner. Before the demon even hid, he slashed into the air with a single sword.
"Don't be so stiff in your movements, just leave room for effort."
"I, I know..."
Haruze finally found his balance. He straightened up and wanted to find the trace of the demon again, but the astonishment on the face of the elf witch had turned into contempt again. She grinned and revealed a silent mockery, and gently walked behind the little prince.
"Be careful of the back." Peya's voice, she looked at Haruze, invisibly as if she had substituted her brother.
The demon raised a thin claw and patted Haruze on top of his head. But at that moment, Haruze shifted his right foot and leaned forward, his body had entered the defensive posture of the swordsmanship of the Cruz nobility, which was widely spread.
Knight's defensive swordsmanship.
Brando's eyes lit up.
Xiao Zhengtai’s eyes were clear, and his heart seemed to calm down. The kingdom’s wolf, sister and Nimesis taught him countless classic examples of attacks on the backside one by one in his mind—he bowed his head and tightened at the same time. In the handshake, the long sword slashed backwards. The demon's almost disproportionately slender claws could be swept over him, and he obviously did not expect the former's downward-to-upward sword. It was suddenly shocked when the sword tip with cold light appeared within its range of perception.
The demon leaned back, but the sword still crossed its chest, leaving a thin black line there. Compared with the demon's defense, Haruze's attack is really pitifully weak.
But the counterattack still made it immediately vigilant, fluttering backwards and pulling away, another five magic flames shot towards the little prince.
But Eruin's future little king, His Majesty, has completely entered the state. He closed his eyes and felt as if he was returning to Winterclaw Castle's snow-covered swordsmanship all the year round, and even better than then. He held up the loyalty of Shirkai with both hands, and the black flame hit the shield that flashed suddenly and exploded again, and the falling flames sprinkled on the snow, burning a lot of potholes.
Haruze took a breath.
Eruin military swordsmanship.
Inherited from the wind elves, it is known as the most orthodox light spirit swordsmanship suitable for human training. After Darus's improvement, this swordsmanship has shown a strong offensive atmosphere.
He rushed to the front of the demon in one stride.
This clumsy advance fell in Brando's eyes and was of no use, but it was beyond his expectation that Haruze could switch from defensive to offensive so quickly-he pursed his mouth slightly.
Haruze's frontal attack was slightly clumsy even in the eyes of the devil. He hadn't stood still, the demon swept him with his claws and threw him somersault, and fell into the snow. But he immediately stumbled up again, raising his sword to block the dark flames of the demon.
But this time Shirkai's loyalty was not as he had hoped, for him to completely resist the spell. The moment the dark magic hit the shield, the long sword snapped from it with a click, and the broken part turned into silver powder and scattered, and he himself was also flew out by the huge bullet and knocked into a thick pile of snow. .
Brando snapped his mouth when he saw it. After resisting the three-ring spell three times, Shirkai's loyalty was better than he expected. He stretched out his hand, a white light flashed, and an identical long sword appeared in his hand.
"Hilkai's Loyalty II."
"continue."
He deliberately threw the second sword far away, and the little prince fluttered in the snow before grabbing the sword. At the moment, he looks like a little snowman, but at least the posture of drawing the sword is already decent. With a sharp sound, the trajectory of the sharp blade unsheathed and the flying snowflakes. Draw a perfect curve.
As soon as the sword was unsheathed, it immediately greeted the five black flames from the front, with a loud bang, and the flames of dark magic exploded like fireworks.
Among the scattered sparks, a shadow shot out.
Haruze seemed to have finally sensed the weakness of the demon, and a dashing hand held a long sword diagonally to cut off the slender claws of the elf witch. The demon stared at the black eyes, and tried to avoid this little beast that suddenly became rebellious with a backhand.
But what surprised Peya and even the devil herself was that Xiao Zhengtai, who was still weak before, seemed to have a wolfishness on his body at this moment. He clenched his teeth like a little wolf cub, and stubbornly stiffened. Up. The devil's claws plunged into his shoulder, and the flesh and blood flew across. The little prince of Eruin screamed, but with a reluctant wave of his right hand, the sword slashed on the devil's left paw.
It's a pity that the force was not enough, only a deep hole was left there.
The demon screamed in pain, but couldn't make a sound. It opened its big black mouth and slapped the little prince out with a backhand slap.
Haruze's body was tumbling in the snow before landing, and the black flame swept toward him again. This scene was reflected in his eyes, which was completely beyond what he had learned on the battlefield. But at that moment, it seemed like an instinct to survive. He plunged the sword down in the air, and the black flame once again hit the shield that flashed beside him.
The flames suddenly exploded, and the huge impact made him no longer able to hold the sword and flew out. He didn't stop until he hit a cedar tree from a distance.
Brando looked at the demon—he knew that the opponent should have no mana. Mana is life to demons, and they cannot risk their lives to cast spells.
He took out the third sword and threw it far away again.
"Hilkay's Loyalty III."
The bruised Haruze caught the sword this time, his whole body shivered slightly, but the action of drawing the sword was still meticulous. He raised his head, the demon did not perform a long-range attack, but hesitated to retreat from a distance.
But obviously, the magical fragrance of Haruze made her hesitate.
The little prince didn't care about so much. His mind was chaotic, but his spirit was in a state of high excitement. He never thought that he could fight with monsters like this. Although he didn't know how powerful the demon was, he also knew how good the knights selected from his sister's guards were.
He took a deep breath, holding the hilt of the long sword in his left and right hands at the same time.
"This action..."
Brando was startled slightly.
"Huh." Peya who was on the side also gave a soft hey.
In the snow, a white light rose up into the sky, like a crescent moon, and instantly dashed across half of the woodland and rushed toward the demon. Accompanied by Haruze's immature roar: "Ahhhhh!"
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