Under the night, Justinian and his group raised a bonfire in the abandoned castle. At this moment, in the deserted fields between heaven and earth, there was only this ray of light, as if the fennel pole in Prometheus's hand illuminated this desolate and bitter land.

Since the Latino people ravaged this land, the entire towns and villages on the Attica Peninsula have been in a slump. It is obviously not as lucky as Molia, as it was. Even after the Latino people collapsed, the old nobles, Pizza people, and bandits took turns to squeeze this barren land. Farmers fled their own land and would rather be killed on the way to escape and become wild wolves. The ongoing towns were looted, with a miserable scene.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover from here in the future...

Looking at the empty wilderness under the night, Justinian sighed in his heart.

Just as I was thinking about these things, the golden wind blew on my face, and the sharp long sword had already slashed mercilessly. This was an English broadsword, and its shape was very popular among the Romans. It became a weapon worn by many Roman cavalrymen, and it was also the most reliable partner in battle.

But the moment the sword was about to fall, the sound of steel pierced the night sky, and a short sword crossed the front of Justinian to block the attack.

This is a Turkic short sword, which is only suitable for self-defense, but not for fighting.

"Your Highness, it's not suitable for distraction at this time."

Salius, who swung this sword, reminded that the two of them were competing in the open space of the abandoned castle.

Justinian, who came to his senses, smiled friendly and nodded, then turned around and opened Salius's sword, flipped and stinged towards the other party's shoulder. Salius also turned around to face him, and saw the two swords confronting each other again.

Once, twice, they tried each other. Justinian took a step back, and then Salius stepped forward to chase. He fell with great force, but this time Justinian did not take the lead, but jumped back suddenly and hid outside the opponent's attack range. Taking advantage of this gap, the Turkic short sword slashed through the air.

"Bang--"

With a muffled sound, this sword was indeed caught off guard, but Salius held up a light and small round shield to block the sword. The blocked shield attack avoided Justinian, and the tall cavalry approached with shields and long swords, step by step, carefully stepped on the uneven ground.

There is no doubt that Salius, the elite Roman cavalry, had the advantage in weapons and body, but even so Moria's little fox had a faint smile on his lips and kept retreating. If Salius swung his sword and attacked hard, Bolon jumped faster and Justinian could leapt lightly over the bumpy brick floor under his feet. This time Justinian chose to go around to the left and stay away from the opponent's shield, so that Salius would protect him without any use. Salius also saw this and wanted to swing the sword to force Justinian to open, but he could never reach it - no matter how Justinian moved, his pace consciously avoided these Jedi in the corner.

To be honest, this is not an open and upright style of play. It was the first time that Salius had encountered such an opponent, which gave him the will to fight.

But compared to Salius' immersion, Justinian, who was waving a short sword, seemed a little absent-minded on the other side. In fact, he took the initiative to ask this battle. He wanted the knowledgeable Roman cavalry to recognize the martial arts he used, but obviously the other party did not know it.

All along, what Justinian wanted to figure out was the original identity of his body, although it seemed to be related to Assassin, he actually knew nothing about the assassins. Although the assassins knew his existence and had helped him in the rebellion of the Moria nobles, they always kept a distance from him. Why is this? Intuition telling Justinian that this is vaguely related to the Ark of the Covenant.

The metallic attack of the sword brought Justinian back to reality. The Salius sword and shield were used together, and the offensive was fierce, so Justinian could not be distracted. He had to choose to keep retreating and blocking the attacks. While jumping over the stumbling blocks under him with a nimble step, he stared at the opponent's sword to ensure that the opponent could never touch him.

Salius roared. This time, he finally pushed Justinian behind a wall and slashed at the other party without mercy. But suddenly, Justinian tilted his body and avoided the sword in an incredible posture. Salius was unable to close his power and swung his sword at his position just now. Seeing that the English broadsword was about to have close contact with the wall, sparks burst out.

At this time, the knight who cherishes his sword had to choose to take off his weapons, but this gave Justinian a chance. When Salius took a step back and wanted to stabilize his body, the assassin who was rubbing his body and approaching him had already arrived.

Salius was shocked and raised his shield to block it. But Justinian's short sword stabbed directly at the shield, and saw wood chips splashing everywhere. The round shield, which had already left Justinian's several scars, could not support his structure. It flew away with a fierce arc. Then Justinian's short sword was lifted up, and it was in the back of the knife. There was no barrier between Salius and Justinian, who had no strength to lower his arms, and there was only a short sword between the two. There was no doubt that the outcome was decided.

"A wonderful duel, His Highness Justinian." Salius said sincerely, losing with confidence.

But Justinian shook his head and said, "You cherish your sword too much, otherwise I wouldn't have taken advantage of it."

"The warriors will always care about their weapons, and even if this is not the case, I will never win you with the advantage of weapons. I have actually lost."

Salius' humble praise made Justinian even more embarrassed. Justinian took the short knife back into the scabbard at his waist, and looked at the other party but did not try to ask the questions buried in his heart. After all, it would undoubtedly be disappointing to compete with such a pure warrior.

The battle itself is just a catharsis. Tomorrow, they will go to Athens City, and more troubles are still behind.

After warming up, the two of them picked up the water bag placed on the corner of the wall, and Salius suddenly looked at Justinian, who was drinking water, and asked:

"His Royal Highness Justinian, I want to ask you a question, do you want to be the emperor?"
Chapter completed!