"Teacher, are you okay?" Nuremberg once again took out a small mazaar from behind, spread it on the ground for Richard Turner to sit down, and then quickly poured him tea.
Richard Turner sat down with his eyes closed, took a sip of tea, and said slowly:
"My strength has been exhausted and I can no longer fight. You are yourselves and don't fall into glory."
The translation of this is that the old swordsman has just used power beyond the limit of the demonic tide. Now he must suppress the spirituality on the verge of losing control. He will not participate in the battle next. You guys can go in and solve the mutation by yourselves. You must fight cleanly and beautifully.
, don't embarrass me.
"Okay, I'll guard the teacher here." Nuremberg said respectfully, turning his head, "Then Hans..."
He was about to order Hans, the second captain, to lead the team as usual, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and changed his words:
"Chief Aske, I wonder if you can lead the team on your behalf? I have to guard the teacher here, so..."
"What?!" Except for Hans, all the swordsmen almost exploded.
If this guy is just given the title of chief, no one will be angry. Since it is the teacher's intention, they will tolerate it.
Now we need this guy to lead the team in battle! If he is a rookie, wouldn't he lead the big guy into the ditch where the team will be destroyed?
Some people with extreme tempers, such as the swordsman Martin, walked directly to Hans and signaled him to protest with their eyes.
"I have no problem." Hans said, "Chief Asker, are you okay?"
The swordsmen are defeated. Hans, where are your slanderous words? Where is your poisonous tongue? Your command has been thrown away! Isn't it time for a wonderful and sharp sarcasm?
"No problem." Ask said, "But I don't know everyone's strength yet, so let everyone report their swordsmanship level first."
Wow, this guy really regarded himself as the team leader. The swordsmen became more and more angry, and when they saw Hans, they yelled, stepped forward and said:
"I'll go first. My name is Hans Dublinger. My strength is currently the second in the swordsman group, Level 7. I practice the teacher's 'Raging Sword Style'."
"Yes." Asl nodded. There are five major schools of Richard Turner's swordsmanship. Among them, "Wrath Sword" prefers frontal attack and suppression, which is a relatively fierce fighting style. "How about some moves on the spot?
"
Live performance? They treat us like acrobatic clowns! The swordsmen couldn't bear it, but Hans pulled out the sword from behind with a nonchalant expression and swung it skillfully on the spot.
The double-wheeled full moon slash, leaping forward with a quick step, spinning the body to chop the throat, and then jumping over the mountain to finish.
"Is it okay?" Hans stopped and asked.
"I probably understand." Ask nodded and said, "Next."
No swordsman said a word, but Hans hung his sword back on his back, pointed at a swordsman in the crowd and said:
"Third seat Andrew Jordan, come out!"
How come you have transformed into an adult’s little brother! With tears streaming down his face, Andrew walked out listlessly and said:
"I am Andrew Jordan, the third member of the swordsman corps. I practice the teacher's 'Split Sword Style'..."
Regardless of whether these swordsmen were resisting, defiant, or provocative, showing various uncooperative expressions, Asker still maintained a calm attitude. With the help of Hans, he combined the training schools, levels, and
I have learned all the shooting habits one by one.
"Would you like to introduce these two ladies?" Hans turned his attention to Medea and Nora, and his tone was clearly saying, "Where are your two arm pendants?"
"This is Medea, the fire arcane mage of our team." Asik introduced. Since psions are more sensitive in the West, it is better to pretend to be a fire mage.
Medea also understood it and snapped her fingers, and flames gush out from her fingers.
"Oh oh oh oh." The expressions of the swordsmen were slightly bright. After all, the person in front of them was Medea. She was a big beauty, with a hot figure, and could control flames. Her combat power was obviously guaranteed. She immediately won the first sight of the swordsmen.
Good impression - of course, it would be better if you were not on this hateful guy's team.
"The other one is Nora, the treating doctor of our team." Asik continued to introduce.
"Hello everyone, if anyone is injured, please come to me." Nora smiled softly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The swordsmen were even more excited. Doctor! That is simply a friend of swordsmen. After all, who can guarantee that they will not be injured in battle? In the past, comrades helped each other apply medicine and bandages, but now it has changed to this one
A pure and pretty young girl, when you treat the wound, the pain will be reduced by more than half!
"The last one is me, Aske. I am currently the leader of the Blue Sword Mercenary Group. At the invitation of your teacher, I also serve as the nominal chief of your swordsman group." Aske finally said, "I am good at all kinds of weapons.
Combat, well, I can also do some tactical command. I hope everyone will cooperate with me next, and I wish us a happy cooperation."
The swordsmen turned their heads to each other indifferently, looking here and there at the ceiling, but not at Asker.
"Okay, let's go!" Asik turned a blind eye to everyone's indifference and said cheerfully, "Everyone line up and come in!"
So Hans led the swordsmen and passed through the gaps in the iron gate one after another. Although the Franks had big frames, these swordsmen seemed to not eat well, and the intensity of exercise made them all lean.
The lean ones quickly passed through the narrow gap.
Nora passed through the gap, feeling a little difficult... Could it be that she had gained weight recently? An alarm went off in her heart, and she silently deleted her dinner plan.
Then came Medea, who shrunk up and carefully rubbed the iron wall into the gap...
...and then got stuck.
"Stuck?" Medea was immediately confused. Nora who was inside to respond, and Asik who was outside were also stunned when they saw this.
"It's really stuck." Ask tried to push her, "You are too fat."
"Me? Too fat?" Medea felt an unknown fire rising in her chest, and she almost cursed.
"It's not too fat." Nora used her hands to test the inside for a long time before she said in a dumbfounding voice, "It's because the breasts are too big that it's stuck."
Medea:………………
"Isn't the chest tissue elastic?" Ask asked, "Can't it be compressed?"
"There is a limit to the compression of breast tissue and fat." Nora sighed and said, "It is obviously an E cup, but it cannot be forcibly compressed into an A cup."
Medea's face turned red and she burst into tears.
"Don't worry so much, get me out first." She said in a begging tone.
It was so stuck that she couldn't get in or out, and it was extremely uncomfortable. She couldn't melt steel with flames. In such a small environment, she would definitely burn herself first, so she could only look at Ask for help.
"By the way, get some lubricating oil." Asker turned to Nuremberg and asked him for some sword-protecting oil that can be applied to the sword to prevent it from rusting (Nuremberg:???).
"Are you going to use that to smear on my...my..." Medea saw him coming over with a pot of oil, and she suddenly showed a look of shame and anger.
"Huh? Are you shy too?" Asker expressed surprise. Aren't you always very open-minded? I'm afraid I met a fake Medea.
"I..." Only then did Medea realize that her current reaction was too different from her usual image of a strong and powerful lady. So she could only roll her eyes in despair and screamed as if she was giving up on herself:
"Okay. Hurry up then! Hurry up!"
With the help of lubricating oil, Medea came out smoothly - as soon as she came out, Nora immediately took off her coat to help her cover the stain on her chest.
The latter showed an expression as if he had been tricked, curled up and hugged his chest, angrily staring at Aske who easily passed through the iron gate.
"Remember to lose weight." Ask chuckled, "I can't tell you are quite thin-skinned."