"Haruze, hold on to your sword. Think of your sister. You should fight not just as a warrior, but as a man."
The little prince stood there helplessly. The elf, witch, and demon spirit finally reacted, lowered her head and looked at the little prey condescendingly. The instinct and intuition of a beast made her lips slightly upward and a sneer appeared, like
Like a cat teasing a mouse, she slowly approached him, lowered herself, put her slender arms around the little prince's neck, and reached into her clothes to feel for the magic crystal.
Haruze was stunned with fright. His beautiful eyes were wide open, filled with silver mist. The elf's slender nose breathed in short. Reason told him that he should target the opponent's soft lower abdomen and stab it hard with the sword.
He went in, but the long sword in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, his arms seemed to be frozen there, the swordsmanship he had learned seemed to have slipped away from his mind, leaving a blank, and his palms seemed to be holding a handful of sweat.
What's more, the demon spirit looked at his eyes with black holes. The magic power of darkness is best at eroding people's hearts. The elf, witch and demon spirit can easily detect the fear of the little prince. Her beautiful snow-white face and mouth were split with a dark line.
Crescent Moon looked at him with a contemptuous sneer. Half of the demon spirit's body was already attached to Prince Haruze, deliberately pressing its soft hemisphere against his cheek, and its slender arms hanging around Haruze's neck like a spider.
Behind him, his pointed fingers were almost groping for the magic crystal.
But of course her thirst for magic goes far beyond that little magic crystal. In her eyes, the little prince with wizard talent is the most delicious meal.
Haruze was trembling violently. He turned his head stiffly and looked at Brando pleadingly.
"Sir Knight, he is really not suitable for fighting." The hunter girl Peiya couldn't stand it anymore.
"He must fight. He has chosen this path, so he must face it with courage." Brando replied seriously, turning a blind eye to Haruze's pleading eyes.
Peiya murmured for a while, wanting to say something but finally stopped.
"People have to fight, everyone has their own reasons. Miss Hunter. But Haruze's reason is particularly different. It is not because of glory, nor has it anything to do with beliefs and ideals. It is because he must become stronger in order to respond to the expectations of many people.
.”
"But you can't always live in the expectations of others -" Although she knew her status was low, the hunter girl couldn't help but refute. She thought she would be severely reprimanded by the Lord Knight. But Brando just
He asked in a gentle tone: "Will you live for your brother's expectations, Miss Peiya."
"I……"
"The people who really have expectations for you are the people closest to you. Believe it or not, because nothing in this world is perfect."
"sorry……"
"You don't need to apologize for my status as a noble. Even if your words are as sharp as a sword, they will only correct my mistakes. Not to mention that. And as I said, everyone has their own trajectory."
Peia looked at the Earl with suspicion. She couldn't quite understand some of the other person's words. But she vaguely felt that Brando was completely different from the noble men she had seen in Qianshui Town, and even different from the noble men she had seen in Qianshui Town.
The polite knights of Manowell are also different.
Brando raised his voice: "Haruze. Everyone has the first lesson in life. Your sister must have told you what the basic qualities of a warrior are-"
The little prince was so confused that he had no time to hear these words clearly, but the last few words penetrated the chaotic thoughts, as if they were knocking on his heart——
What are the basic qualities of a warrior?
The snow in Winterclaw Castle is always thin. When it falls, it accumulates thickly. Behind the snowflakes stood my sister, piercing the snow curtain with that stern voice that scared him:
"When facing a battle, the first thing a swordsman needs to do is to stay calm, analyze his situation, and understand what he should do -"
But his heart was pounding and he couldn't calm down at all.
"Fight with your will, not your sword. There is no one in this world who does not make mistakes, but only a coward will be afraid of mistakes and dare not draw his sword. You answer in your heart to all those who rely on you, you must be a
A coward - or fight like a real man until the end?
"I……"
"I have no idea!"
The little prince felt the cold breath of the demon lingering around him, and the other party's cold fingertips scratched his back, as if the next moment, he would be dragged into the abyss of endless darkness. He couldn't help but close his eyes tightly, and the tears could not stop flowing.
He came down, but there was a strange blood redness on his pale face.
He gasped sharply.
"Have you ever seen the Royal Academy's trainee exam? If you don't hand in the answer sheet, you will never get a score——"
"You might get zero points even if you hand in your answer sheet! I, I can't do it, I can't learn any swordsmanship! I just want to be with my sister, I don't know how to fight, I don't want to die, woo woo!"
There was a soft click, which was the sound of the sword tip popping up when it was unsheathed.
The little prince almost shouted with a cry. But the cry was mixed with a sharp metal clang. The dark eyes of the demon spirit hugging Haruze suddenly widened, and he suddenly stepped back. The cold sword blade almost
It was drawn against her lower abdomen.
Haruze was like a windmill rounding his sword. Because he used too much force, he was driven around in a circle by the force of the sword.
This horrific scene was like a sword strike by someone who had never used a sword without any discipline, or like a trainee from the Royal Academy lifting up his quill and a drop of ink dripping from the tip of the pen, staining the snow-white paper.
But at least I picked up the pen——
Haruze dragged his sword and gasped for air. His eyes were wide open, as if he still couldn't believe that he had actually drawn the sword. For a moment, it seemed like it was a dream.
He raised his head and saw a puzzled look on the face of the retreating demon spirit. It probably hadn't figured out why this little prey suddenly grew fangs. But its reaction was very simple, that is
He raised his long and slender hand and pointed at Haruze with his five fingers.
"Be careful!" Peiya couldn't help but remind her when she saw this scene.
"elder sister!"
The little prince felt that his mind went blank. He immediately raised the long sword to block it in front of him, then turned his head away and closed his eyes tightly.
This kind of battle was so miserable that Brando didn't know how he could stand it. When he fought for the first time, it was a hundred times better than this, but this is probably the so-called natural advantage of players.
Five black flames spurted out from the demon spirit's fingertips and arrived in front of Haruze in an instant. But at this moment, a green light flashed on the 'Silkai's Loyalty' in his hand, and a light blue shield appeared.
Blocked. The black flames suddenly crashed into pieces.
"ah!"
The hunter girls were stunned.
The little prince just reacted and stared blankly at the sword in his hand. He seemed to want to turn back and ask Brando, but Brando knocked him back with a cold sentence: "Why are you so stupid? You haven't fought back!
"
Haruze woke up as if from a dream. He seemed to have regained some of the instincts he had learned during training. He immediately turned around and slashed at the demon spirit with his sword. However, his movements were only slightly better than those of a clumsy beginner. The demon spirit even
Before he could dodge, he struck the air with his own sword.
"Don't be so stiff in your movements, leave some room for strength."
"I, I know..."
Haruze finally regained his balance. He straightened up and tried to find the trace of the demon spirit again, but the astonishment on the face of the elf sorcerer had turned into contempt again. She grinned in silent ridicule, and gently
He walked around behind the little prince.
"Be careful behind you." Peiya's voice said, and she looked at Haruze, who seemed to have become her younger brother.
The demon raised its thin claws and struck Haruze's head with one claw. But at that moment, Haruze moved his right foot and leaned down, and his body had already entered the defensive posture of the widely circulated Cruz noble swordsmanship.
The defensive swordsmanship of the knight.
Brando's eyes lit up.
Little Shota's eyes were clear, and his heart seemed to calm down. Countless classic examples of attacks from behind by the Wolf of the Kingdom, his sister, and Professor Nymesis appeared in his mind one by one - he lowered his head, and at the same time
The long sword in his hand was slashed backwards. The devil's claws, which were almost disproportionately long and slender, could barely pass over him, and he obviously didn't expect the former's sword move from bottom to top. The tip of the sword flashing with cold light appeared.
It was suddenly startled when it was within its range of perception.
The demon leaned back, but the sword still cut across its chest, leaving a thin black line there. Compared with the demon's defense, Haruze's attack was pitifully weak.
But the counter-attack still made it immediately alert. It floated back to distance itself, and five more demonic flames were fired at the little prince.
But Eruin's future little king has completely entered the state. He closed his eyes and felt as if he had returned to the snow-covered sword fighting field of Winter Claw Castle all year round, even better than then. He raised Hill with both hands.
Kai's loyalty, black flames hit the shield that suddenly flashed, and exploded again. The falling flames scattered on the snow, burning a crater.
Haruze took a breath.
Eruin military swordsmanship.
Inherited from the wind elves, it is known as the most orthodox light spiritual battle formation swordsmanship suitable for human practice. After Darus improved it, this swordsmanship has shown a strong offensive atmosphere.
He rushed in front of the demon spirit in one swift step.
This clumsy thrust was naturally useless in Brando's eyes, but Haruze's ability to switch from defense to offense so quickly was beyond his expectation - he pursed his lips slightly.
Haruze's frontal attack was a bit clumsy even in the eyes of the demon. Before he could stand still, the demon knocked him over with a sweep of his claws and fell headlong into the snow. But he stumbled again immediately.
He stood up, raised his sword, and prepared to block the demon's dark flames.
But this time, Hilkai's loyalty did not go as he wished, and he completely withstood the spell. The moment the dark magic hit the shield, the long sword broke from it with a click, and the broken part turned into silver powder and flew away, and
He himself was ejected by the huge force and fell into a pile of thick snow.
Brando opened his mouth when he saw Smash. After resisting three third-ring spells, Shirkai's loyalty was better than he expected. He stretched out his hand, and a white light flashed, and another identical long sword appeared.
In his hands.
"Hilkai's loyalty ii."
"continue."
He deliberately threw the second sword far away. The little prince threw and rolled in the snow before grabbing the sword. At this moment, he looked like a little snowman, but at least he pulled out the sword.
The posture of the sword was already in a decent position, with a sharp clang sound, the trajectory of the sharp blade coming out of the sheath and the scattered snowflakes drew a perfect curve.
As soon as the sword was unsheathed, it immediately faced five black flames shooting from the front. With a loud bang, the flames composed of dark magic exploded like fireworks.
And among the flying sparks, a figure shot out.
Haruze seemed to have finally noticed the demon's weakness, and he rushed forward with a long sword in his hand and slashed at the slender claws of the elf wizard. The demon's dark eyes widened, and he tried to avoid this with a backhand claw.
The little beast's head suddenly became unruly.
But what surprised Peiya and even the demon spirit himself was that the previously weak young Shota seemed to have a wolfish nature in him at this moment. He gritted his teeth like a little wolf cub and thrust hard.
He went up. The demon spirit's claws penetrated his shoulder, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The little prince of Eruin screamed, but reluctantly waved his right hand in pain, and slashed the demon spirit's left paw with the sword.
Unfortunately, it was not strong enough and only left a deep gash there.
The demon screamed in pain, but could not make a sound. It opened its big black mouth and slapped the little prince away with his backhand.
Haruze's body rolled and flew in the snow before landing, and the black flames swept towards him again. This scene was reflected in his eyes, which was completely beyond what he had learned in the arena. But at that moment it seemed like
With an instinct of survival, he thrust the sword down in mid-air, and the black flame once again hit the flashing shield around him.
The flames exploded immediately, and the impact was so huge that he could no longer hold the sword and flew it away. He did not stop until he hit a cedar tree in the distance.
Brando looked at the demon spirit - he knew that the other party should have no mana. Mana is life to the demon spirit, and they cannot risk their lives to cast spells.
He took out the third sword and threw it far away again.
"Hilkai's Loyalty iii."
The bruised Haruze caught the sword this time. His whole body was trembling slightly, but the action of drawing the sword was still meticulous. He raised his head, and the demon did not launch any more long-range attacks, but hesitated from a distance.
Don't retreat.
But obviously, the aroma of magic power on Haruze made her hesitate.
The little prince couldn't care so much. His mind was in chaos, but his spirit was in a state of high excitement. He never thought that he could fight such a monster. Although he didn't know how powerful the demon spirit was, he still couldn't.
He knows how good the knights selected from his sister's bodyguard are.
He took a deep breath and held the hilt of the sword in his hand with his left and right hands at the same time.
"This action..."
Brando was slightly startled.
"Eh." Peiya on the side also let out a light sigh.
In the snow, a ray of white light rose into the sky, like a crescent moon, instantly crossing half of the forest and heading towards the demonic spirit. Along with Haruze's childish roar: "Ahhhhhhh--!"
...(To be continued...)
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