She turned her head in the forest and smiled at him, her milky complexion shining in the morning light and mist, which was unique.
And he could only look at her stupidly. His confidence, arrogance, and freedom in front of others were completely useless at this moment.
The only thing he could do was to try his best to hide the bouquet of flowers behind him.
But as smart as she was, she had already seen the flowers in his hands and saw through the embarrassment on his face.
"No, Daniel," she said with a slight blush on her face, "You are the young master. If someone sees you, I will be embarrassed to death."
It would embarrass me to death...
I'm so ashamed...
mine……
of……
But he became more and more embarrassed and at a loss as to what to do. Should he tell her that he had worked so hard to pick it all the way along the Mirror River?
A chill came over me.
Her voice sounded again, but it was as cold as ice:
【No, Daniel.】
In the corridor on the second floor, D.D suddenly woke up. At the critical moment, he raised his arm and drew his sword, blocking a deadly sword that came towards him: Bang!
Oops, metal collides, D.D grits his teeth, why is he distracted at this time?
But the reality did not allow him to think too much. The enemy's second sword followed him like a shadow, forcing him to recall the most basic steps of swordsmanship: side step, spin, block while leaving the most suitable space for counterattack...
Just like the old knight taught.
Yes, the old knight, that annoying red-nosed old man, is now lying unsteadily on his knight training ground, which was once bustling with people, but now is full of the sour smell of wine, surrounded by vomited filth.
"You know, little Danny," the old knight raised his head drunkenly, groping for his bottle in a daze, mumbling crazy words that he couldn't understand, "as knights, we are supposed to wield swords for the weak, but the reality is,
If we don't wield the sword for the strong, we don't even have the sword, and that broken tower can see much more clearly than we can."
As a servant under the sect, he could only cover his mouth and nose in disgust, thinking that today's morning exercise might have been ruined again.
"So, little Danny, the smartest thing we can do is to stay drunk until dawn when you have to wield the sword for the strong! Hahaha, cheers, my little squire!"
The old knight moved the empty wine bottle to his mouth, shook it vigorously, and then fell forward again, pouring it into the disgusting filth:
"So fuck the swordsmanship! Damn the knights! Damn the imperial wind! Damn the standing army! Damn the troubled times! Damn the eternal empire!"
A sense of tension suddenly hit my heart.
The old knight's words were repeated in his ears, but they were deafening:
【Fuck Empire Eternal!】
D.D was shocked, and then he realized that he was in the corridor on the second floor of Diop's mansion, facing the whistling sword wind.
But he had no time to dodge and could only block.
boom!
With a muffled sound, Doyle fell into a room on the second floor with his sword. He bared his teeth and felt pain everywhere in his body.
"Concentrate," the old knight was extremely stern, even the whiskers on his mouth exploded like a hedgehog. He hit Doyle's crooked sword-holding hand with a stick, making the latter hiss and shrink, "If you really can't concentrate,
Then use pain to help yourself, pinching yourself is useless, think about it, think about your most painful, unbearable and uncomfortable memories, the kind that you can't escape, experience them over and over again in your mind, and then, believe me, you
You will find that it is such a happy thing to not think about anything and practice swordsmanship boringly."
what happened?
D.D shook his head desperately, got up from the ground tremblingly, and picked up his sword.
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate.
He retreated to the window and confirmed to himself over and over again that this was the Emerald City, the scene of the murder, not the training ground of the old knight when he was a child.
The sound of footsteps came, and the enemy walked into the room from the dark corridor carrying a knight's sword, with a cold aura all over his body.
Under sufficient light, Doyle could see the other party's entire face clearly, and his pupils could not help but shrink.
The man who walked into the room was so uniquely dressed.
His whole body, chest, arms, legs, feet, and crotch were all tightly wrapped in black cloth of unknown material, without even a trace of skin or features being exposed. Even his head was covered in a dark black scarf and turban.
Only his eyes were covered with a pair of dark action goggles.
Is he looking at the other person's attire in disbelief, afraid of being recognized?
Or is he a killer who is used to operating late at night and specializes in hunting?
"you"
D.D tried his best to endure it, not letting the words "Don't you think it's too hard to hold it in" come out:
"What was that trick just now?"
The killer in black stood in front of him.
"You are much weaker than him," the killer behind the dark goggles gently turned the sword in his hand, with a cold voice, "That big guy is very tough, he carried it for at least eight rounds, and he still couldn't hold on even after being hit by three swords.
fall."
D.D was agitated, thinking of his comrades.
"What did you do to Glover?"
D.D moved his steps and looked cautiously towards the corridor:
"Zombie, are you okay?"
But Glover didn't answer.
The other party said that the zombies lasted at least eight rounds...
Damn it, it’s all this damn corridor. If I had arrived earlier and attacked from both sides...
But Doyle reacted immediately and panicked: Oops, now he is the only one left.
The black-clothed killer sneered:
"But it's only too strong."
As soon as the words fell, the enemy stepped forward and struck with a long sword!
No matter how panicked he was, D.D had no choice but to brace himself and raise his sword to face the enemy, barely able to deflect a blow.
Damn it, the enemy's sword is very stable, sharp and deadly.
He gritted his teeth and said to himself: How could this unfortunate thing happen?
But this is not the most difficult thing, what is more terrible is...
"Lift your head! You are my son! You are a man of the Doyle family! Humph, even if it's a big fart, it's worth scaring you like this..." The father arrogantly put his hands on his hips and gave him a slap in the face.
chatter.
In my impression, this was the most majestic time for the old baron.
No, here we go again!
D.D shook his head desperately, brought himself back to reality from his distracted state, and struggled to block the opponent's sword that was already in front of him. Is this how Grover got into trouble? He lost his focus and fell down when he hit him?
But he, Danny Doyle, the socialite of the Guards, is weak and has other strengths!
When it comes to swordsmanship, fighting, marching and fighting, and reliability, he is not as good as Glover!
Why did he get put into danger and fight to the death with the enemy?
Isn't this what the protagonist should do?
The enemy's sword attacks were fierce, but D.D felt powerless. Not long after, he was hit by a sword in his left hand and had to stagger back.
How to do how to do?
what to do?
D.D had to resist while shaking his head desperately, trying to think of something about the current situation to avoid falling into an inexplicable distraction.
When will the backup of the prince and the terrifying blade come? Just the scary Morgan, or the pulling Nexi, or even that Arlend!
He can't bear it alone!
No, wait, does he really have backup? Does Mallos know he's here?
No, no, no, concentrate, don't think about anything else, just think about how to save your life. Can you jump out of the window? Find a better position to land? This shameless guy can't chase him all the way down the street in broad daylight until he reaches Kongming.
Palace!
Ah, no, the zombie is still in the corridor. What should I do if this big guy is gone? After all, it’s all the fault of this stupid big guy. Damn it, attack him from the front and back!
With his thoughts in turmoil, Doyle's flaw was finally caught by the enemy. The black-clothed killer sneered and stabbed through his defense!
[Think about it, think about your most painful, unbearable and uncomfortable memories, the kind that you can’t escape, experiencing them over and over again in your mind, and then...]
The old knight's words rang out again, but this time, he was particularly harsh.
D.D was stunned.
The enemy's sword tip was approaching his head, and he saw that there was no way to avoid it.
The girl's voice sounded in the void:
【No, Daniel...you will embarrass me to death.】
At that moment, D.D just felt something in his heart.
No.
Ding.
His heart contracted violently.
No.
D.D trembled and remembered something.
In an instant, he subconsciously moved, dodged, and resisted, avoiding the fatal blow at the cost of his shoulder being cut open by the opponent.
"Huh?" The black-clothed killer asked after missing a hit.
【...You will be embarrassed to death.】
No.
His body was moving, but his heart was wailing feebly:
It hurts.
No.
【...I'm so embarrassed.】
The pain spread from the heart and spread throughout the body, awakening the long-sleeping power of termination, and let out endless wails:
It hurts!
No.
No.
No.
【You are a young master...No.】
"No!!!"
Heartbroken, D.D howled and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to tear apart all the perceptions in front of him!
At this moment, the power of his end covered his brain like a spider, with its legs digging into his flesh and blood, seizing all his attention and spirit with unparalleled pain, ordering him to forget those distracting images, ordering him to
He moved, lowered his shoulders, and waved his sword...
clang!
During the clash of metals, D.D breathed in a daze. The spider of the power of termination was still covering his mind, swinging his legs back and forth ruthlessly and coldly, but it could not relieve the severe pain in his heart at all.
Block, advance, force your opponent to defend...
This sword lures the enemy, the next sword counterattacks...
Find a good position and prepare for the ultimate move...
The feeling of the past traveled through time and returned to his consciousness and body, the swordsmanship and tactics that he once thought he had forgotten for a long time.
but why……
Why is he still in so much pain!
"I was mistaken," the black-clothed killer swung his sword rapidly, getting faster and faster, but still had the energy to speak, "Are you bigger than that guy?"
D.D was not in the mood to listen to his nonsense. The pain with nowhere to go flooded his senses like waves, suffocating him, and he could only vent his anger by roaring:
"No!"
Whoosh!
Finally, Doyle's sword broke through the opponent's defense, and hit the opponent's chest with a "triumph strike" from the old knight professor!
Just like the duel of ancient knights, the killing sword at the last moment.
clang!
There was an unprecedented sound of metal collision. The black-clothed killer looked a little embarrassed but still successfully blocked this killing move. He took seven or eight steps back until he exited the room.
hateful!
D.D roared in his heart: Why didn't it hit, why wasn't it fatal!
Hold!
The heartless spider in his brain began to move again, which made him calm down instantly, and he immediately realized: the killer in front of him was a master of swordsmanship.
Even his most powerful killing move...
"Your 'Triumph Strike' was too scattered and too soft. It was all supported by a strong blow." The black-clothed killer stopped outside the room and quietly looked at Doyle who couldn't stop breathing. "You didn't practice enough."
D.D was stunned for a moment.
"Are you a student of Joaquin? Or a student of his student?" The black-clothed killer spoke slowly and slowly walked into the room, "You even served as a knight's squire to learn the 'Ten Forms of the Legion', including the triumphal strike.
,Right?"
Joaquin.
As soon as the name came out, D.D's thoughts paused for a second.
"Yes, Danny Doyle, these things you learned will be useful, even if the bloody years have passed, even if the knight is no longer an honor," the old knight's stick is still sharp, hitting people is painful, and he , he was just wondering when get out of class would end and he could go find her, "You will face that moment, everyone will, whether it is with a sword or with a life."
Joaquin.
Joaquín…
The spider in his brain moved again, bringing D.D back to reality.
The black-clothed killer sneered, then changed his sword frame to another one, and his momentum also changed accordingly.
Rigorous, generous and strong.
Majestic.
But D.D was stunned when he looked at the other party's posture.
This familiar feeling...
The next second, before he could react, the black-clothed killer launched his offensive again, clashing with D.D's swords in a flash of lightning!
The killer in black attacks, spins, and dodges.
D.D means block, progress and counterattack.
From move to move, the two of them attack and defend, and the response is extremely smooth, like perfectly inlaid building blocks.
It felt like I had practiced sparring a thousand times.
This round didn't last long, and the two were separated at the first touch.
D.D looked at the black-clad killer in shock, who was also observing Doyle through the goggles on his mask.
"This is the 'March Pose', the starting pose of the Legion Ten Pose," D.D said in a daze, "You, old Joaquin, no...who are you? Who is Teacher Joaquin? Are you also his student?"
At that moment, the figure of the old knight did not disappear, but became more distinct, overlapping with the person in front of him.
But... no, it's impossible.
According to his father, weren’t Joaquín Sr.’s students, attendants, and ancestors who were several times older than him, all in the Year of Blood...
"No wonder."
The killer in black didn't answer him, but smiled to himself.
His laughter was cold and scary, hoarse and unpleasant.
"No wonder you are like him," the black-clothed killer said slowly, with hatred deep in his bones. "You are a loser."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clothed killer suddenly knelt down and dwarfed!
D.D subconsciously raised his sword, only to find that the opponent was not attacking him, but rather dodging.
call out!
A piercing sword light appeared above the black-clothed killer's head, which was a bit off.
The next second, the black-clothed killer turned around and drew his sword without any pause, and exchanged sword blows with the sneak attacker three times!
As his figure shifted, the black-clothed killer's sword force was fierce, forcing the attacker back.
D.D was overjoyed when he saw who was coming.
"Why, the royal guard," the black-clothed killer looked at him, "are there women now?"
The sneak attacker shook his sword and said coldly: "It will be there soon."
"Ms. Miranda!"
D.D exhaled a breath and felt that the sky was getting brighter:
"Thank God you were finally careful!"
Before he finished speaking, the black-clothed killer drew his sword again and attacked Miranda who came for help!
The female swordsman, not to be outdone, flashed her sword and faced the enemy.
"Pegasus," two rounds passed, and the black-clothed killer still had time to speak during the battle, "The kind that is easiest to recognize is also the kind that is best to deal with."
Miranda frowned and her sword became more powerful.
"He has special powers!"
D.D couldn't intervene, so he reminded him in desperation:
"It can disturb the mind..."
But he reminded him too late.
In D.D's eyes, Miranda's eagle soared rhythmically toward the black-clad killer, but paused on the way and hung crookedly.
It's like falling asleep suddenly.
Miranda's eyes were in a trance and her lips were trembling:
"Okay, but mom, you are not allowed to peek. You have to count to one hundred before you can come out to find me..."
The black-clothed killer sneered and pointed the sword towards Miranda's neck.
Oops!
Doyle roared angrily and rushed towards Miranda, but he was too late.
No, no, no!
"boom!"
There was only a muffled sound, and a figure rushed in from outside the door, throwing the black-clothed killer against the wall!
Miranda fell to the ground and shook her head vigorously, trying to regain consciousness.
"Zombie Grover!"
Seeing the enemy being suppressed, D.D was surprised and happy:
"Ah, you haven't been attacked from both sides..."
But Glover ignored him.
At this moment, the zombie was covered in blood and looked crazy. He strangled the black-clothed killer by the neck and pressed him against the wall. His beard and hair were tangled, and he shook his head in pain:
"Teto, little Teto...bastard, what did you do to my mind?"
But just a moment later, Glover shuddered and let go of the black-clothed killer.
"No, no! Okay, I won't cry, I won't scream, I won't shake, I can lift this apple well..."
With a plop, Glover fell to his knees on the ground, his face full of fear.
"I know my abilities." Under D.D's disbelieving gaze, the black-clothed killer straightened out the clothes that Glover had torn apart and shook his head, "I tried my best to restrain myself, but... you know, this
Just like instinct, no matter how much you hide it, it will eventually show its flaws and reveal its true colors."
He reached out his hand nonchalantly, pushed down the absent-minded Glover, then stepped forward, retrieved his sword, and looked at D.D. again.
Doyle looked at his companions in shock: Glover was leaning against the wall, shaking, while Miranda was lying on the ground, trying to get up.
Only then did he react, and felt a chill in his heart:
Why am I the only one left again?
"You are very young," the killer in black twisted his head, making a crackling sound between his joints, "Joaquin should have taken you under his wing in his later years?"
"What a misfortune, both for you and for him."
Seeing the other party approaching step by step, D.D swallowed.
Yes, it was indeed unlucky to be taken in by that old drunkard knight.
"You're too weak, little Daniel. You can't endure hardships. You don't have perseverance and perseverance, let alone the will to face death. Alas, I'm afraid you won't be able to develop the power of finishing in this life, and you won't be able to become a knight." The old knight
After taking a sip of wine, she sighed at him under the starry sky, "But it's okay, you know, some people are not worthy of being knights, even if they have the power of ending."
Damn it, here it comes again, that guy’s superpower!
D.D slapped his head hard.
【No, Daniel.】
A familiar yet terrifying voice sounded in my ears.
It caused countless pains, allowing D.D to dispel memories and try to defeat the superpowers of the killer in front of him.
"Royal Guards," the spider crawled back into his brain, entered his consciousness in pain, ordered Doyle to return to the mansion, and even ordered him to grit his teeth and raise his sword, "The Royal Guards will not let go."
It’s yours.”
Well, there's no need to count on the Terror Blade.
I don’t know, will the Bridge Guard take revenge for him?
At least for the sake of the old department?
"Royal Guards? I have met three of them. Indeed, all of them are very strong." The black-clothed killer didn't care and approached D.D step by step. "I only killed one of them."
Kill a royal guard...
D.D's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously assumed a "marching posture."
The black-clothed killer sneered behind the mask:
"Will you be the second one?"
Doyle glanced at Glover and Miranda and smiled.
The spider in his brain ruthlessly teased his nerves, forcing him to speak:
"Hopefully it's the last one."
The black-clothed killer was silent for a few seconds, then slowly raised his sword.
At this moment, Miranda finally woke up and gasped:
"window."
Doyle stared at the black-clothed killer with all his attention, and was startled when he heard this:
"What window?"
Bang!
In an instant, with a crisp sound, the glass on the window shattered, startling D.D!
Boom!
There was a muffled sound, and the black-clothed killer subconsciously raised his hands to block, and then he was severely beaten and fell to the ground.
Among the shards of glass that fell to the ground, D.D was surprised to see: a long arrow pierced the arm of the black-clothed killer, and the tip of the arrow went straight into his chest, not knowing how deep it was.
Doyle turned his head subconsciously:
Outside the window, on the roof opposite the mansion, Paul Bozdorf stood with a calm expression, holding a bow, and was methodically setting the second arrow.
The stupid guy is right.
The Xihuang people can still shoot accurately!
The killer in black cursed, held his sword to the ground, and rushed out of the room howling angrily.
He was injured and couldn't run far!
D.D regained his energy, and was about to call the zombies in the room and the invincible Northland Steel Warrior to give chase, but they all fell in the room, unable to get up, let alone pursue him.
But he immediately reacted:
Hey, isn't this an opportunity for me, Danny Doyle, to single-handedly make great achievements and take back the little stuffed bear with pride and pride?
With his mind spinning, Doyle subconsciously took steps and chased after the black-clad killer.
Haha, this birdman wrapped in black cloth from head to toe is nothing more than that!
But the moment he took the second step, in D.D's brain, the spider with the power of termination ruthlessly retracted its legs.
At that moment, the scars on his arms, wrists, calves, back, and the battle with the black-clothed killer suddenly returned to D.D's feelings, causing him to cry out in pain and fall down with a thud.
Damn it!
Why does it hurt so much!
"Don't worry, we are just the first batch of backup, there is a dragnet outside the house," Miranda rubbed her temples and gritted her teeth, "No need to chase him, he can't escape, this damn illusion."
Is it.
In that case, eh.
D.D made up his mind despite the pain all over his body and sacrificed himself for others:
It’s better to give the opportunity to make great achievements to others. There must be someone who needs it more than me.
Moreover……
Thinking of the skills of the black-clad killer just now, D.D gasped exhaustedly, with lingering fears.
【No, Daniel.】
D.D trembled suddenly.
This is, what is this?
Didn’t that black-clad killer escape?
Why, why is his power still affecting me...
【No, Daniel.】
At this moment, Danny Doyle stared blankly at the unconscious Glover, and suddenly felt a cold feeling on his wrist.
That's a drop of water.
It's raining?
No, that's not rain.
One drop, two drops, three drops... more and more water drops fell on his hand.
The next second, the spider lying in his brain shrank completely.
D.D was suddenly startled.
What...what's going on?
In the messy room, D.D trembled and realized that before he knew it, he had already burst into tears.