"Haruze, hold on to your sword. Think of your sister, you should be fighting not just as a warrior, but as a man. "
The little prince stood there in a daze. The elven sorceress finally reacted. She lowered her head and looked down at this little prey. Her beast-like instincts and intuition made the corners of her mouth curl up into a sneer. Like a cat teasing a mouse, she slowly approached him, lowered her body, and wrapped her slender arms around the little prince's neck. She reached into his clothes to search for the magic crystal.
Haruze was petrified. His beautiful eyes were wide open, and there was a silver mist in them. The elf's delicate nose took short breaths. Reason told him that he should aim for the soft belly of the other party and stab it hard, but the long sword in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, his arm seemed to be stiff, and the swordsmanship he had learned seemed to slip away from his mind, leaving a blank, and his palms seemed to be sweating.
What's more, the Sorceress was still looking into his eyes with her dark eye sockets. The dark magic was best at eroding people's hearts, and the Sorceress could easily detect the little prince's fear. Her beautiful snow-white face cracked into a dark crescent moon as she looked at him with a contemptuous sneer. Half of the Sorceress' body was already close to Prince Haruze, deliberately pressing her soft hemisphere against his cheek, her slender arm hanging behind Haruze's neck like a spider, and her pointed fingers almost groping for the magic crystal.
But her thirst for magic was of course far more than that little magic crystal, and the little prince with the talent of a wizard was the most delicious meal in her eyes.
Haruze trembled violently, he turned his head stiffly and looked at Brando pleadingly.
"Sir Knight, he is really not fit to fight." The huntress Peja could not stand it anymore.
"He must fight, he has chosen this path, and he must face it with courage." Brando replied seriously, turning a blind eye to Haruze's pleading eyes.
Peja stammered for a while, wanting to say something, but in the end she stopped.
"People must fight for their own reasons, Miss Hunter. But Haruz's reason is particularly different. It's not because of glory, beliefs, or ideals, but because he must become strong in order to respond to the expectations of many. "
"But a person can't always live in the expectation of others —" Even though she knew that her status was low, the hunter girl couldn't help but retort. She thought she would be severely reprimanded by the Knight, but Brando just asked in a gentle tone, "Will you live for your brother's expectations, Miss Peya?"
"I …"
"The people who truly have expectations for you are the people closest to you. It's not good to believe them, because there's nothing perfect in this world."
"I'm sorry …"
"You don't have to apologize for my identity as a noble. Even if your words are as sharp as a sword, they will only correct my mistakes. Besides, she wasn't. And as I said, everyone has their own path. "
Peja looked at the Count suspiciously. There were some things that she couldn't quite understand. But she vaguely felt that Brando was very different from the nobles she had seen in Shallow Water Town, and even from the polite Knight Manowel.
Brando raised his voice, "Haruz, everyone has their first lesson in life. Your sister must have told you what the basic qualities of a warrior are —"
The little prince's heart was in a mess, and he had no time to listen to this sentence clearly, but the last few words penetrated his chaotic thoughts, as if knocking on his heart —
The basic qualities of a warrior?
The snow in Winterclaw Castle was always thin, but when it fell, it accumulated thick. Behind the snowflakes stood his sister, piercing the curtain of snow with a voice so stern that it scared him.
"In the face of battle, the first thing a swordsman needs to do is to be calm, analyze his situation, and understand what he should do —"
But his heart was pounding, and he couldn't calm down at all.
"Use your will to fight, not your sword. There is no one in this world who doesn't make mistakes, but only cowards are afraid of making mistakes and don't dare to draw their swords. Answer in your heart to all those who rely on you, are you going to be a coward — or fight to the last moment like a real man?
"I … …"
"I don't know!"
The little prince felt the cold breath of the demon spirit lingering around him, and the other's cold fingertips brushed across his back, as if the next moment, he would be dragged into the endless dark abyss. He couldn't help but close his eyes tightly, tears flowing down uncontrollably, but his pale little face was flushed with a strange shade of blood.
He gasped sharply.
"Have you seen the Royal Academy's trainee exam? If you don't hand in the answer sheet, you'll never get a score —"
"Even if I hand in the answer sheet, I may get a zero! I, I can't do it, I can't learn any swordsmanship! I just want to be with my sister, I can't fight, I don't want to die! "
There was a soft click, the sound of the tip of the sword bouncing as it was unsheathed.
The little prince was almost crying as he shouted. But there was a sharp metallic sound mixed in with the cry, and the dark eyes of the demon spirit holding Haruz suddenly widened, and she suddenly stepped back, the cold blade of the sword almost brushing past her lower abdomen.
Haruz was like a windmill spinning the sword, and because he used too much force, he himself was carried around in a circle by the force of the sword.
This scene was too horrible to look at. It was as if a person who had never used a sword before had no idea how to use a sword. Or, it was as if a student of the Royal Academy had picked up a quill and a drop of ink had dripped from the tip of the quill, staining the snow-white paper.
But at least he picked up the pen — —
Haruz dragged the sword and gasped for breath, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he had actually drawn the sword. For a moment, it seemed like a dream.
He looked up and saw the retreating demon spirit with a puzzled look on her face. She probably didn't understand how this little prey suddenly grew fangs. But her reaction was simple, that is, she raised her slender long hand and pointed her five fingers at Haruz.
"Be careful!" Peya saw this scene and couldn't help but remind him.
"Sister!"
The little prince felt his mind go blank and immediately raised the long sword in front of him, then turned his head away and closed his eyes tightly.
Such a battle was simply too horrible to watch, and Brando didn't know how he could bear to watch. When he first fought, it was a hundred times better than this, but this was probably the so-called natural advantage of players.
Five black flames spewed out from the demon spirit's fingertips and instantly reached Haruz, but it was at this moment that a light green light flashed on Hillcrest's Loyalty in his hand, and a light green shield emerged to block, and the black flames were instantly shattered.
"Ah!"
The hunter maiden was stunned.
The little prince also reacted and stared at the sword in his hand in a daze. He seemed to want to turn back and ask Brando, but he was beaten back by Brando's cold words, "What are you waiting for, fight back!"
Haruz seemed to wake up from a dream, and as if he had regained some of his training instincts, he immediately turned around and slashed at the demon spirit. But his movements were only slightly better than a clumsy beginner's, and the demon spirit didn't even dodge, and he slashed at the air with his own sword.
"Don't be so stiff, save some strength."
"I, I know … …"
Haruz finally regained his balance, and he straightened up to find the demon spirit again, but the astonishment on the elven Wizard's face had turned into contempt again. She grinned in silent mockery and gently circled behind the little prince.
"Watch your back." It was Peya's voice, and she looked at Haruz as if she had replaced her younger brother.
The demon spirit raised her thin claws and slapped down on Haruz's head. But it was at that moment that Haruz shifted his right foot and lowered his body, and his body had entered the widely spread defensive posture of Cruz's aristocratic swordsmanship.
The Knight's defensive swordsmanship.
Brando's eyes lit up.
The little boy's eyes were clear, and his heart seemed to calm down. The Wolf of the Kingdom, his sister, and Maynild taught him countless classic examples of attacking from behind came to his mind one by one. He lowered his head and at the same time, slashed back with the long sword in his hand. The demon spirit's slender, almost disproportionate claws swept over him, and apparently did not expect the former's sword from below to above. It was only when the gleaming tip of the sword appeared in its range of perception that it suddenly realized.
The demon spirit leaned back, but the sword still slashed across its chest, leaving a thin black line there. Compared with the demon spirit's defense, Haruz's attack was pitifully weak.
But the counterattack still made it immediately alert, and it floated back to open up the distance, and five more demon flames shot at the little prince.
But Erouine, the future little king, was completely in the zone. He closed his eyes and felt as if he was back in the snowy arena of the Winter Claw Fort, and even better than that time. He raised Hilka's Loyalty with both of his hands, and the black flames hit the shield that suddenly appeared and exploded again. The falling flames scattered on the snowy ground, burning a patch of potholes.
Haruz took a breath.
Erouine's military swordsmanship.
Inherited from the Wind Elves, it was known as the most orthodox light combat swordsmanship suitable for humans to practice. After Darius's improvement, this swordsmanship had shown a strong offensive aura.
With a single stride, he arrived in front of the Devil Specter.
This clumsy dash was naturally useless in Brando's eyes, but Haruz's ability to switch from defense to offense so quickly was beyond his expectations. He pursed his lips slightly.
Haruz's frontal attack was a little clumsy even in the eyes of the demon spirit. Before he could stand firm, the demon spirit swept him with its claws and tripped him, and he fell into the snow. But he immediately stumbled up and raised his sword to block the demon spirit's dark flames.
But this time, Hirka's Loyalty did not completely block the spell for him as he expected. The moment the dark magic hit the shield, the long sword broke in the middle with a crack, and the broken part turned into silver powder and scattered. He was also bounced back by the huge force and fell into a pile of thick snow.
Brando smacked his lips when he saw this. After blocking three level 3 spells, Hillman's loyalty was even better than he had expected. He stretched out his hand, and with a flash of white light, an identical longsword appeared in his hand.
"Hirka's Loyalty II."
"Continue."
He deliberately threw the second sword far away, and the little prince jumped and rolled in the snow before he grabbed the sword. He looked like a little snowman at the moment, but at least his posture of drawing the sword was decent. With a sharp clang, the sharp blade left the sheath and drew a perfect curve with the flying snowflakes.
As soon as the sword was out of the sheath, it immediately met the five black flames coming from the front. With a loud bang, the flames made of dark magic exploded like fireworks.
And in the midst of the scattered sparks, a figure shot out.
Haruz seemed to have finally noticed the demon spirit's weakness and rushed forward, holding the long sword in his hand and slashing at the elven wizard's slender claws. The demon spirit's dark eyes widened, and she tried to avoid the suddenly rebellious little beast with a backhand claw.
But to Peya's and even the demon spirit's own surprise, the previously weak little boy seemed to have a wolfish nature in him at this moment. He gritted his teeth like a little wolf cub and went up hard. The demon spirit's claws pierced his shoulder, and flesh and blood flew. Erouine's little prince screamed, but he swung his right hand in pain and cut the demon spirit's left claw with his sword.
Unfortunately, he didn't use enough strength and only left a deep gash there.
The demon spirit screamed in pain, but she couldn't make a sound. She opened her big black mouth and slapped the little prince away again.
Haruz's body rolled in the snow before he landed, 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, as if it was an instinct to survive, he thrust his sword down in mid-air, and the black flames once again hit the shield that flashed around him.
The flames suddenly exploded, and the huge impact made him unable to hold the sword any longer, and he flew out until he hit a cedar tree far away.
Brando looked at the demon spirit – he knew that the other party should have no magic power left. Magic power was life for demon spirits, and they couldn't risk their lives to cast spells again.
He took out the third sword and threw it far away again.
"Hildebrand's Loyalty III."
Haruz, who was covered in cuts and bruises, caught the sword this time. His whole body was trembling slightly, but his action of drawing the sword was still meticulous. He looked up, and the demon spirit didn't launch another long-range attack, but hesitated from a distance whether to retreat or not.
But apparently, the fragrance of Haruz's magic made her hesitate.
The little prince couldn't care so much. His mind was in chaos now, 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 knew how good the Knight selected from his sister's guards were.
He took a deep breath and held the hilt of the long sword in his left and right hands at the same time.
"This action … …"
Brando was slightly startled.
"Huh." Peya on the side also made a soft sound of surprise.
In the snow, a white light rose into the sky, like a crescent moon, and instantly crossed half of the woodland and went straight to the demon spirit. It was accompanied by Haruz's childish roar, "Ahhhhhhhhh-!"
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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