The sergeant major of the militia training team didn't lie to me. The necessary experience can save your life at a critical moment.
If it hadn't been for the month of training, I might have been unable to avoid that fatal sword in my sleep just now - the sudden attack aroused lightning-like alertness, waking me up from my deep sleep; I opened my eyes.
When I saw the sharp long sword, I couldn't help but feel a coldness that penetrated my heart and lungs and rose from the bottom of my heart——
It’s really heart-wrenching!
But to be honest, I don't know how I reacted at that time. Perhaps it was an instinct developed through long-term training. At the critical moment, I turned my head and stabbed the sword against my ear.
A critical moment——
Then I saw the black rose emblem of Brahmando in full bloom on the gleaming stainless steel sword, which was inlaid on a square iron plate. I was stunned for a moment before I could distinguish this thing, "
Madara’s undead army!” It was as if a basin of cold water was poured from head to toe, which completely woke me up. Damn it, why are these ghosts here?
I clearly remember that I was on vacation in an old house in the countryside of Butchi. This was an estate left by my grandfather during his lifetime. I asked the old man in the family for his permission to stay here temporarily and help him take care of the old house.
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My mother is a Cadrego, which is probably the only bloodline in my body that is closest to the aristocracy. However, my father is just an ordinary miller - he is not even like my grandfather who participated in the famous November War and received candlelight.
The Fire Medal——but an honest and responsible middle-aged man.
As for me, I am an ordinary young man who can be seen everywhere in the kingdom. My biggest dream is to join the army or go out on adventures and earn a big family fortune.
Maybe I can finally find a beautiful and charming wife to spend the rest of my life with, which would be perfect!
But let's not talk about it anymore. The fact that there is a terrifying undead next to the bed and wants to kill me makes me feel confused. Fortunately, the things taught by the instructor on weekdays are still in my mind and have not been thrown out of my mind due to the chaos of my mind.
I thought about it for a moment. My sword should be placed next to the bed, but the skeleton would never give me a chance to get the sword. Now I realize that this is really not a good habit. I will definitely do it next time.
Remember to put it under your pillow.
Of course, these ideas only existed in my plan for a moment.
I instinctively jumped out and rolled out of bed, knocking down the bone-white skeleton standing next to my bed. At this moment, I remembered every word the instructor said in the first practical class.
talk:
Remember, these lowest level soldiers of Madara are powered by pure soul fire. They are slow, lack wisdom, and have weak strength——
But before I had time to finish thinking, a huge force surged from underneath me, as if what I was suppressing was not a skeleton but a bull. In short, an overwhelming force pushed me outwards.
, and then slammed into the cabinet on one side. I heard my bones and my bookcase make a tooth-piercing groan. The severe pain that spread throughout my body also made me grit my teeth, but I immediately shook my head.
The dizziness was thrown away - because I still remembered what I should do. In my shaky field of vision, the skeleton had already stood upright to pull out the sword stuck on the bed.
Its movements are indeed very stiff, but its strength cannot be said to be weak?
But I was about to turn around and run away, because the 'guy' had already drawn his sword and became a dangerous existence again. As for me, I thought that my power was no match for it, or maybe three more of them wouldn't be enough for me.
It can be seen alone - and the key is that I don't have a weapon in my hand -
My sword is just separated by it, of course I believe this is just a coincidence, because skeletons have no intelligence.
I rolled around and just ran to the door, and then I couldn't help but screamed bad luck - because I saw the door of the hall below was knocked open, and a cold moonlight poured in from outside. This moonlight was full of poetry and painting, and if it weren't for the background,
Looking at another white skeleton.
I noticed that this low-level existence of Madara had obviously just walked in - it was holding another fine steel sword in its hand, wearing Madara's standard chain armor on its bone frame, and also carrying a dark
helmet.
But what frustrated me the most was that it raised its head and locked onto me with two groups of scarlet flames dancing in its black eyes.
It looks like it sees me.
There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind. This is not a good sign.
Dear Martha, I can't help but pray to the gods in my heart. I am only nineteen years old, and I cannot die in a remote place in such an unexplained way.
By the way, I haven't confessed to the woman I like yet. When I think of that charming young businessman, my heart beats a lot faster. Her house is right across from mine. I can't put the girl I like in danger.
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Only then did I calm down and try to find a way to get out of trouble. My mind was racing, and at this time, the lesson of the Master Chief came into my mind——
"Only when you calm down can you fight!"
This view coincides with my current situation, but I have no weapons at hand. I can't fight a beast with my bare hands. I panted and leaned against the wall nervously, while looking around in panic.
Although this old house can't be said to have bare walls, there is nothing in the hall that can be used as a makeshift weapon.
It would be great if my grandfather was a great nobleman. I have been to Earl Remington's house. In their main hall, which is five times the size of this hall, there are many shields, swords and axes hanging on the wall. I want to
It's sure to be easy to find a suitable weapon there.
What's more, my swordsmanship is pretty good. I'm not bragging. The old sergeant praised me personally, saying that I have the best swordsmanship among our current batch of trainees.
Even the boy from the Bresson family is no match for me, although I have always envied him for having a father who is a local governor. If my father was also a local governor, I would definitely be able to join the police force.
Of course, it's useless to say this now. In short, there is still the skeleton soldier between my sword and me. Although they can't run, their walking speed is about the same as that of ordinary people. Their movements are a bit stiff, but they are only faster than
An adult is just stepping up to the plate.
On the training ground, I bet I could spin it around, but in such a narrow place, I would probably get a sword if I charged at it.
The two skeletons were getting closer and closer, and the clicking footsteps were like beating on my heart, and my own heart was pounding like thunder.
I was a little at a loss - the skeleton in the bedroom came out. It paused for a moment, then turned around and walked quickly towards me. I subconsciously took a step back and hit something hard on my back.
Only then did I remember that there should be an oil painting hanging behind my back. This painting was passed down from my grandfather’s generation. It is said to be a family heirloom. The cripple in Black Pepper Lane once said that he would buy this painting for ten gold coins, but he was
My father refused.
My father is a stubborn old man, but he and I are different. If something like this hadn't happened, I would have often thought that when I was at the end of my rope, I would sell this painting, buy a beautiful horse, and play with the guy opposite.
The businessman dreams of traveling across the mainland with his lady.
But I can’t worry about that much now. Now this family heirloom is going to save my life. I turned around and grabbed the wooden frame of the painting and pulled it off. At this time, I was not in the mood to worry about damaging it—
-You know, this thing is worth at least ten gold coins, although I once suspected that it was worth more, because the cripple in Black Pepper Lane is famously stingy.
Ten gold coins is a lot of wealth. The most money I have ever seen since I was a child was about ten silver coins.
I couldn't help but take a breath and felt my hands shaking. I thought I would throw this painting at the terrible undead, sneak away from it when it was on guard, and then take it.
He got the sword and used his sword skills to smash the two skeletons into pieces.
Of course, I could do the same thing and just run to the street. But I can't guarantee whether there are things like these ghosts out there. Running out with bare hands is just asking for death. So I calmed down and thought that I still have to be brave.
Some are better.
Although this is just an ideal idea, maybe it will give me a sword regardless of anything, and then I will go to see Lady Martha later.
I couldn't help but wonder if they would erect a monument for me that said -
"Poor Brando, he obviously guessed wrong-"
I shivered and quickly shook my head to get rid of this terrible thought that was lingering in my mind like a ghost - Bah, bah, bah, I won't die.
Then I looked at the dusty oil painting in my hand. To be honest, I couldn’t see what was good about this thing - these are ten gold coins? I don’t know what the cripple from Black Pepper Alley threw it away like this.
Will it be a pity?
But the terrifying undead was already in front of me. I had no time to feel sorry for the ten gold coins I was about to lose and the opportunity to travel the mainland with the business lady, because I had already subconsciously thrown away the picture frame.
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I threw it very accurately. The painting almost flew towards the white skeleton in a straight line. It was great. And as expected, the idiot raised his sword consciously and made a horizontal slash. I saw that picture
The gray oil painting split into two pieces in mid-air with a "tearing" sound.
What a force! Fortunately, the Master Chief did not lie on the key issue. These skeletons really lack wisdom.
Almost as soon as this question flashed through my mind, I already subconsciously rushed out.
My bedroom door is not far from me, and thanks to Lady Martha, I only have to rush out a few steps to see my sword lying there peacefully.
That sword is also one of my family heirlooms. My grandfather once used it in battle. It is said that he served as a squire for a knight for a period of time, and this sword was awarded to him by the knight——
The sword should have been made in the 32nd year. There was an ivy mark on the sword to commemorate the victory in the Battle of the Golan-Elsen Plateau.
I remember that that year, His Majesty changed the format of the cavalry sword, changing the length of the sword from the original two arms to one and a half arms, and the copper ornaments on the guard were also replaced with ordinary iron flowers. This was to save money.
Costs to adapt to the longer and longer 'November War'.
Yes, that is exactly a cavalry sword.
Huh, just wait until I get that sword——
"Bastards of Madara, it's your turn to be unlucky——"