Vol 4 Chapter 71

"Haruze, hold your sword. Think of your sister, you should fight not just as a warrior, but as a man."

The little prince Liushen stood there without a master. The elf-witch demon finally reacted, lowered her head and looked down at the little prey, similar to the beast's instinct and intuition, causing her mouth to slightly curl up and sneer, like a cat teasing a mouse, she eased Move closer to him, bury your body, loop your slender arms around the little prince's neck, reach into your clothes and explore the magic crystal downwards.

Haruzer was frightened, his pair of beautiful eyes widened, silver haze inside, and the elf's slender nose inhaled shortly. He reasonably told him that he should spot the opponent's soft abdomen and pierce it with a sword, but the sword on his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, his arms seemed to be stiff, and the learned swordsmanship slipped away from his mind and left a piece Blank, like a sweat in your hand.

Moreover, the demon still used his black eyes to face his eyes. The dark magic power was the best to erode people's hearts. The elven witch and the demon spirit could easily detect the fear of the little prince. She cracked a dark crescent in her white face, and looked at him with a disdainful sneer. The demon's half body was already attached to Prince Haruzer, and he deliberately put a soft hemisphere against his cheek. His slender arms were like spiders hanging behind Haruzer's neck, and his pointed fingers were almost there. A magic crystal.

But of course her thirst for magic is far more than that little crystal of magic. The little prince with the talent of a wizard is the most delicious meal in her eyes.

Haruzer staggered so hard that he turned his head stiffly. Begging looked at Brando.

"Master Cavalier, he is really not suitable for fighting." Hunter girl Peia couldn't stand it.

"He must fight. He has already chosen this path, and he must show courage to face it." Brando answered seriously, turning a blind eye to Haruze's begging eyes.

Peia paused for a while, trying to say something but ended up still.

"People must fight for their own reasons. Miss Hunter. But Haruze's reasons are very different, not because of glory, nor about beliefs and ideals. It is because he has to be strong to respond to the expectations of many. . "

"But people can't always live in the expectations of others-" Although she knew her identity was low, the hunter girl couldn't help but refute. She thought that he would wait for the severe reprimand from the Cavaliers. But Brando simply asked, "Will you live for your brother's expectations, Miss Pea."

"I……"

"The people who really expect you are the people closest to you, and their faith is not good, because there is nothing perfect in this world."

"Sorry……"

"You don't have to apologize for my aristocratic identity. Even if your words are as sharp as a sword, you will only correct my mistakes. Not to mention. And as I said, everyone has a trajectory for everyone."

Peia looked at the Earl dubiously, and there was something she didn't understand well. But she faintly felt that Brando was completely different from the noble grandfathers he had met in Shallow Water, and even different from the polite knight grandfathers of Manowell.

Brando raised his voice: "Haruzer. 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 listen to this sentence, but the last few words penetrated the confused thoughts, as if in his heart--

The basic qualities of a warrior?

The snow in Wintertalon is always thin. Falling down but accumulating thick. The elder sister stood behind each piece of snowflakes, penetrating the snow curtain with that harsh voice that scared him:

"The first thing a swordsman needs to do when facing battle is to calm down, analyze his situation, and understand what he should do--"

But his heart pounded, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Use your will. Fight instead of swords. There are no innocent people in this world, but only widowers will be afraid of mistakes and dare not pull out swords. You answer in your heart to all those who rely on you, and you want to be a Coward-or fight to the last minute like a real man?

"I……"

"I do not know!"

The little prince felt the cold breath of the demon lingering around him, and the cold fingertips of his opponent crossed his back, as if the next moment, he would be dragged towards the endless dark abyss. He couldn't help closing his eyes tightly, tears couldn't stop, but there was a strange blood red on his pale face.

He gasped sharply.

"Have you ever seen a trainee test at the Royal Academy? Without a questionnaire, you would never score-"

"You may get zero points after you submit the answer sheet! I and I can't do it, I can't learn any swordsmanship! I just want to be with my sister, I won't fight anything, I don't die!"

There was a click, which was the sound of the tabs popping up when the sword came out of the sheath.

The little prince was almost crying. But a cry of sharp metal mingled with the cry, and the eyes of the black hole that held Haruze's Demon suddenly opened wide, suddenly backing away, and the cold chilling blade almost swept past her belly.

Haruze seemed to have rounded his sword with the wind wheel, because he was forced too hard, and he was turned around by the force of the sword.

This terrible scene is simply a sword without a rule for those who have never used a sword, or a trainee like a Royal College student lifted a quill, a drop of ink dripped from the nib and stained the white paper.

But at least the pen is written--

Haruze gasped with a large mouth and a large mouth, his eyes widened, and it seemed that he couldn't believe that he actually pulled the sword. For a moment, it seemed like a dream.

He looked up and saw the disbelief on the receding demon's face. It probably hadn't figured out yet how this little prey suddenly had fangs. However, its response was very simple, that is, holding up a long, slender hand with five fingers pointing at Haruze.

"Be careful!" Peiya couldn't help reminding her when she saw the scene.

"sister!"

The little prince felt blank in his head. Immediately raise the sword to block in front of you, then don't overdo it, and close your eyes tightly.

Such a fight was simply terrible, Brando had no idea how he could see it. When he first fought, he was a hundred times better, but this is probably the so-called natural advantage of the player.

Five black flames spewed from the demon's fingertips, and immediately came to Haruzer. But it was at this time that ‘Hilkai ’s Loyalty’ flashed in his hand, and a light cyan shield appeared. Black Flames immediately broke apart.

"what!"

The hunter girls looked stunned.

The little prince also reacted, staring at the sword in his hand. He seemed to want to go back and ask Brando, but Brando said coldly in a sentence: "What a fool. Don't fight back!"

Haruze woke up like a dream, as if he had regained some of his training instincts, and immediately turned around and slashed at the demon. But the movement was better than the clumsy beginner, and the demon hadn't even hid, and he himself hit the air with a sword.

"Don't be so stiff, leave room for it."

"I, I see ..."

Haruze managed to find his balance. He stood up and tried to find the shadow of the demon again, but the astonishment on the face of the elven witch had been reduced to contempt. She grinned and showed a silent taunt, and gently walked behind the little prince.

"Be careful behind." Peia's voice, she looked at Haruzer. Invisibly seems to have substituted for his brother.

The demon lifted a thin paw and patted Haruze's head down. But at that moment, Haruze panned with his right foot, leaned down, and his body had entered the defensive posture of the widely known Cruz nobleman swordsmanship.

Knight's defensive swordplay.

Brando's eyes flashed.

Mrs. Xiao Zheng's eyes were clear, his heart seemed to calm down. The wolf of the kingdom, sister, and Professor Nimesis, the countless classic examples of his attack behind him, all came to his mind-he bowed his head, and at the same time shook the long sword backwards. The demon's slender, almost disproportionate claws swept over him, and apparently did not expect the former to be a bottom-up sword. When the flashing sword tip appeared within its perception range, it suddenly felt alarmed.

The demon leaned back, but the sword still crossed his chest, leaving a thin black line there. Compared to the defense of the demon. Haruzer's attack was really weak.

However, the counterattack still made it immediately vigilant, and flew back a distance, and five magic flames shot at the little prince.

But Eruin was fully in the state of his future little king. He closed his eyes and felt as if returning to Wintertalon's snow-covered swordsmanship year after year. He raised Hilkai's loyalty in both hands, and the black flame hit the sudden flash of the shield, which exploded again, and the falling flames were sprinkled on the snow, burning a pit.

Haruzer took a breath.

Alluin military swordsmanship.

Inherited from the wind elves, it is known as the most orthodox light spirit battle formation sword technique suitable for human practice. After Darus's improvement, this sword art has shown a strong offensive atmosphere.

He dashed in front of the demon in a single stride.

This clumsy jump was of no use in Brando's eyes, but Haruze was able to change from defending to attacking so quickly that he didn't expect it-he pouted slightly.

Haruzer's frontal attack was slightly awkward even in the eyes of the demon. He hadn't stood still yet, and the demon swept his paw to stir him up, and fell to the snow. But he stumbled up again immediately, raising his sword to block the dark flames of the demon.

But this time Hilkai's loyalty was not as he wished, and he completely resisted the spell. The moment the dark magic hit the shield, the long sword broke with a click, the broken part turned into silver powder and scattered, and he himself was flew out by a huge force bomb and was knocked into a thick pile of snow .

Brando smashed when he saw it. Resisting the three-ring spell three times, Hirkai's loyalty is better than he expected. He extended his hand, flashed white light, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

"Shirkai's Loyalty ii."

"carry on."

He deliberately threw the second sword far away, and the little prince threw it in the snow before grabbing the sword. At this moment, he looked like a little snowman, but at least his sword-drawing posture was like a deafening sound. The sound of '锵' sounded sharply, and the trajectory of the sharp blade unsheathing was the same as the scattered snowflakes. Make a perfect curve.

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, it immediately greeted the five black flames hitting the front, banging loudly, and the flame of dark magic exploded like a firework.

Among the scattered sparks, a figure burst out.

Haruze finally seemed to be aware of the demon's weakness, and a sharp hand held a long sword and slanted it to the slender claw of the elven witch. The demon's black eyes widened, and a backhand claw tried to avoid this beast that suddenly became unruly.

But to the surprise of Peia and even the demon himself, the formerly weak Xiaozheng seemed to have a wolfness at this moment. He clenched his teeth like a little wolf cub, stiffly. Go up. The demon's paw was inserted into his shoulder, flesh flew, and the little prince of Eruin screamed, but his right hand waved painfully, and the sword was chopped on the demon's left paw.

It was a pity that it was not strong enough, leaving only a deep mouth there.

The demon screamed in pain, but couldn't make a sound. He opened his **** hole and slapped the little prince back with a slap.

Haruze's body tumbled in the snow before landing, and the black flames swept towards him again. He saw this scene in his eyes, which has completely exceeded what he learned in the battlefield. But that moment seemed to be an instinct for survival. He inserted the sword in the air, and the black flame once again hit the flashing shield around him.

The flame suddenly exploded, and the huge impact made him unable to hold the sword and take off, far away until he hit a cedar tree.

Brando looked at the demon-he knew that the opponent should have no mana. Mana is life to demons. They cannot risk their lives to cast spells.

He took out his third sword and threw it away again.

"Silkai's loyalty iii."

Haruze, who was scaly all over the body, caught the sword one by one this time, and his whole body was trembling slightly, but the movement of pulling the sword was still meticulous. He looked up, and the demon did not perform a long-range attack, but he was hesitant to retreat from a distance.

But apparently, the scent of magic in Haruzer's body made her hesitate.

The little prince could not care so much. He was in a state of chaos in his mind now, but his spirit was in a state of high excitement. He never thought that he could even fight with such monsters. Although he didn't know how powerful the demon was, he also knew how good the knights selected from his sister's guard group.

He took a deep breath, holding the hilt of the sword in his left and right hands at the same time.

"This action ..."

Brando froze slightly.

"Well." Peia snorted softly.

In the snow, a white light soared into the sky, like a crescent, and flew across half a woodland to the demon. With Haruzer roaring tenderly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!"

…… (To be continued ...)

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