Vol 3 Chapter 50

Act Fifty King of the Underground (1) (First more, for support)

Kuran stepped back and backed the sword to open the spear in the hands of the Silver Elf Princess, shouting in a deep voice: Stop! But it was at this time that everyone's action was just stagnant-the mountain suddenly shaken in the pit!

Brando, Matissa, and Akane suddenly changed their heads and subconsciously lifted their heads-but a bang sounded. Everyone saw a ten-meter-long crack cracking at the top of the mine. Shi suddenly hurriedly fell down, beating everyone and covering his face.

This sudden change interrupted the fight, Brando immediately lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, and then turned back to let the Akane behind him quickly retreat. He didn't know that the pit was more fragile than he thought.

Brando rightly attributed this to the effects of several gold-level forces fighting below, but he was vaguely wrong. Their battle with Couran has only just begun, and it seems that in theory it should not have caused such a big movement.

But he couldn't bear much thought at this time. He stepped back and suddenly heard Akane shouting on the other side: "Master Lord, be careful--"

However, before she finished speaking, the second shudder of Shavrund's mine suddenly ushered in, and the huge rock finally broke away from the shackles of the mountain under the shaking, and the light in the mine tunnel suddenly became chaotic. Very dim.

Brando was about to avoid it, but a lot of dirt and rocks had already flowed towards him from one side.

"I go!"

This was his last thought before everything went dark.

Even the terrible movement of the ground continued to the surface. At this moment, the young aristocratic officer who was restraining the workers in the mining area was standing still and rolling.

Orkins finally managed to get up from the rocks with his head broken. He felt the ground tremble and make a rumbling sound under his feet. He couldn't help looking pale, and looked around hurriedly—the whole mine was a moment. There were wild horses, most miners were thrown to the ground, but more people fled outward.

What's wrong, an earthquake? Is Master Martha angry?

He couldn't help shuddering to think.

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Frada of the Frostfall Moon already has some sorrowful taste. Griffin's pale silver eyes reflect a ray of light from the direction of the terrace. The vision is a forest in the vast white mist, as if dragged by thick ink. Tree canopy-

The leaves of some trees have actually fallen almost.

But the fireplace in the room was peeling and burning, and Mars was peeling off from the red shiny charcoal, occasionally floating out of the iron fence and onto the red square bricks outside the fireplace.

The room became warm.

Her Royal Highness only wore a red and white fur shawl on her nightdress, and her long silver hair seemed to fall a bit messy and softly on the shawl under the sleepy eyes. She had bare feet under her nightdress—she rarely looked down A bit absent-mindedly placed the white feet on the fluffy carpet-watching the fair skin fall into the soft fluff, and then smiled slightly.

Feverwell naturally couldn't see anything under the desk, otherwise she would stand up and count down on Her Royal Highness, his half-student, and make her pay attention to her appearance and manners.

However, the old minister's eyes fell more on the documents on the desk. The report written on the parchment was actually sent to this red wooden table three days after the Cavaliers competition. This document was Nimesis sent it by herself.

The horsewoman was now standing next to Verwell, one step behind. She was wearing a black knight dress, and the skin exposed on her hands and neck was as flawless as jade porcelain-she stood upright, look steadily forward.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

After a while, Princess Griffin recovered from the low blood pressure after waking up. She had her forehead up, and raised her silver eyes with some weakness—as if she were lazy—the pupils reflected in her pupils:

"Sorry, beating Verwell, Nemesis, I got up a little late."

"Pay attention to rest, work and rest." It wasn't Feverwell who said this, but the horsewoman spoke first.

Feverwell looked back at her, the Knightess was expressionless, but the minister was not much surprised-the latter has always been like this, out of a meticulous concern for His Royal Highness-not only It is out of the courtier's concern for the king.

"What is this?" Princess Griffin picked up the report written on the parchment and glanced. She frowned, and put her hand on a fist-sized piece of crystal.

The crystal immediately glowed, and then there were scenes on it.

If you look closely, you will find that it is about the records of the Cavaliers competition a few days ago. But there was a young **** the top. Her Royal Highness recognized it as Freya. She froze and replayed it.

Griffin raised her head, and a little curious flashed in her eyes: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Fencing," Nimesis replied.

"fencing?"

"That little girl's swordsmanship is a bit problematic." This time it was Feverwell's answer.

"Isn't that Everton's daughter, what's the problem?" The girl asked back.

Nemesis nodded, and she took out a bell and shook it. The bell rang, and the door opened in response. A young knight in a breastplate and red plush white furrow leaned forward and asked:

"What do you want, Lord Nimesis?"

"Attack me!" The Knightess ordered concisely.

The knight froze slightly, but didn't ask much, but opened the door and took a step back, and immediately pulled out his sword. As a royal guard knight, he has gold-level strength, and his shots are extremely clean, but Nimesis simply takes a step back to avoid his first sword--

One side of the girl's body flickered away while drawing closer to the other side. She pulled the sword halfway out and pressed her shoulder and neck. She leaned forward with half of her body and pressed the other side to the ground with the sword.

In a blink of an eye, Nimesis held one half of the sheath with the sword in her hands and one on the back of the knight's neck, while the other was sitting on the ground with her buttocks.

"Nimeixisi, your sword skill has improved again." The half-elf girl's eyes lightened.

But the kingdom knight sitting on the ground was not frustrated at all. He took Nimesis's outstretched hand to stand, and bowed his head and replied, "Disappointing you!"

Nimesis has always been the guard knight of Griffin Corkova Odysseus. Although not entirely in one system, he can also command and mobilize the Knights of the Guards-said these Half of the Cavaliers' bosses can't be overstated.

For this female boss, although there are some different voices, most of the young knights in the Cavaliers are both convinced and longing for it.

In the words of a jealous man, it was the horsewoman who had been outrageous.

Nimesis nodded, but didn't say much, but put away the sword and replied to Her Royal Highness Princess Griffin, "This is a sword technique for military swordsmanship, which is to quickly end the battle."

The silver-haired girl thought for a while and said, "I remember that this is not the case for military swordplay in our country."

"Because it is improved," replied Weifuer. "This sword technique is a modified military sword technique. It focuses on the law, not on the technique. Its core essence is to make the enemy lose its combat power in the simplest way. —— "

The minister pointed to the position of his neck, waist, arms, and thighs. "Usually it is fatal, but there are other ways. But it is not necessary for people who have accumulated experience in the battlefield for a long time. Out of this sword. "

Her Royal Highness was lost in thought, and she put her hand on the crystal again to replay the above image. She noticed the second half of Freya's last sword action:

"You mean this?"

Horsewoman nodded.

"Miss Nimesis and I have observed it carefully after saying this to me," replied Fowell, "this little girl's hand to capture the sword was purely improvised, but the latter attack has military sword art. Shadow! "

The half-elf princess frowned, but then relaxed and opened her face with interest.

"You said that this swordplay requires a long period of battle, but she did not have such experience. She was a militia in Butch and participated in the war with Madara but only for a few days."

"Yes."

"But there is another possibility," Sufferwell replied with a bowed head. "Veteran."

"You mean someone taught her, that Madden?" Griffin asked.

"No, I sent someone to investigate this old security captain. This man is very capable and experienced the November war, but he is just an ordinary veteran."

"Yes, his other disciples don't know this sword, either," Her Royal Highness nodded, referring to Bresson in her mouth.

But in fact, there is another possibility, that Freya is a genius, and you don't need to accumulate for a long time to get your own understanding of swordsmanship. It's just that everyone with Freya's ability is present, and this possibility is naturally ignored.

"Who would it be?" The half-elf girl was a little confused. "She doesn't know any more."

"There is another person out of our sight, Her Royal Highness."

Griffin reacted immediately, a strange light flashed in the girl's silver eyes: "You mean him?"

Feverwell nodded.

The half-elf princess calmed down quickly: "But he is only a young man, unless someone has taught him." She tilted her head and said, "Can you know more about him?"

Suddenly she realized that when she asked this question, she had a strange expectation in her heart-to understand this matter? Or to learn more about each other?

Or both, but Her Royal Highness herself did not know.

"Unless you can return to Butch."

"Is there any information for those who escape from Butch?"

"They are all unfamiliar with him," Nimesis said. "I even asked Breson in private, but he said he didn't know."

"He said I don't know." Princess Griffin thought for a moment. "Not clear?"

Nimeixi nodded, she also felt that there was a problem, but could not find any more clues.

"Put it on first," Her Royal Highness put her fingers in her silver hair, and sorted out the silver ring at the back: "Still returning to this matter, can this sword art be promoted?"

"That little girl can't do it. Miss Nimesis has observed her for a while, and she has no idea about it." Beverwell shook his head.

"Unless you can find that person," the girl looked up and asked, "right?"

Both nodded.

Her Royal Highness looked at the female knight. "Nimesis, can't you restore this sword art? You are the rare sword art genius in the kingdom, can you do nothing?" She asked.

Nimesis seemed to be thinking about something, and then came back to herself: "I try my best, but don't hope too much, after all, I am not a soldier."

"Yep?"

"I mean, this swordman has no battlefield experience, I'm afraid it will be difficult to restore it." The Knightess answered flatly.

"I see, I'll let Suffer Welch help you, and let him find some veterans who have experienced the November war to discuss this matter with you-"

Griffin thought again: "Recently, in addition to preparing for Ampelsel's trip, you should spend more time on this matter-I am very optimistic about the promotion of this sword art, so bothers ! "

"The old minister understands."

"Yes." Nimeixisi nodded slightly.

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