Chapter 84

Waving the knight's long sword in his hand, Loren kept glancing at Lu Wen standing beside the open space. The young count leaned on the long sword in his hand, and the expression on his face was unprecedented serious, completely lacking his usual easygoing.

Although it happened suddenly, Loren wasn't really unprepared - at least he knew what was going on when Reuven suddenly said he was going to duel.

Yes, the young count was careless and informal, and did not take his wizard status seriously at all. But this does not mean that he really has no intention and will not have his own plan.

And he could not really know the gossip of his knights, but pretended not to know.

This was a chance he gave to Loren - if Loren could prove himself in front of Sir Aaron, he would win the respect of the knights, and no one would dispute that Loren was so valued.

If Lauren loses too badly, or doesn't have the courage to fight at all, the result is naturally obvious. Lu Wen won't give him any more. Sir Aaron can't calm down any more. Lauren's continuous attacks and backhand counterattacks make him dizzy. Even if he concentrate on it, he can't completely see where the sharp sword will fall next time.

The fierce battle continued, and Sir Aaron's breath was getting faster and faster - the black haired wizard's near fugitive dismissal had made it difficult for him to control, as if he would let any party's blood spill on the spot at any time, and his armor began to become a drag and delay his action.

At this point, he finally saw Loren's tactics. The wizard doesn't want to consume his physical strength, but to force himself to make mistakes with continuous attack!

For this reason, he even committed dangerous situations again and again and exposed his weaknesses within the scope of his attack - but that was not a death attempt, but a trap to lure himself into being deceived!

Seeing each other's more and more serious expression, Loren slightly hooked up the corners of his mouth.

I just found it now. Don't you think it's a little late?

He has never been a fugitive. On the contrary, Loren values his life very much - so he generally doesn't believe in such a very uncertain thing as intuition.

Yes, in many cases, this subconscious "flash of light" is really useful, and I have saved myself several times. But this concept of not knowing when to expect is absolutely not as reliable as carefully arranged tactics.

Rich experience is really important, but whether we can formulate and constantly change tactics according to different situations is the key to adapt to everything.

As for whether he could win, it was another matter... The sword swept across, and the blocked Lorraine immediately stabbed him in the throat against Sir Aaron's arm guard, completely exposing half of his body.

With one sword, you can open the arrogant wizard!

The sudden thought flashed through Sir Aaron's heart, but cautious, he immediately gave up the idea, stepped out of defense and blocked a sword stabbing his neck.

This made Lauren feel a little regretful - sure enough, the other party's experience was so rich that it was difficult to win by relying on swordsmanship alone.

In fact, to maintain the current stalemate, I have already tried my best, and my physical strength is also consumed rapidly. I may not be able to persist in a few more rounds.

What to do. Show a flaw and let the other party take the bait? No... the other party is no longer fooled. If you continue to do so, you may be self defeating, but the situation will be more dangerous.

Breathing more and more quickly, the blade of his right hand even began to tremble. Loren was still testing Sir Aaron's flaws. The increasingly fierce fighting between the two sides also made the Knights around nervous.

When the killing intention of both sides first appeared, a long roar broke the silence around, and the black feather eagle with an arc chased down from the air and landed lightly on Loren's shoulder.

"What's the matter..." the puzzled expression flashed from the black haired wizard's face. When Asriel finished, the dark pupils suddenly shrunk.

"What's the matter? Why did you stop suddenly?" some unhappy Lu Wen frowned: "we haven't decided the outcome yet. Continue!"

"Please wait a minute. It's very dangerous here now!" Lauren, who recovered from his surprise, shouted quickly: "please leave with your knights. There may be..."

"Bang -!!!!"

The roar from the depths of the forest directly interrupted the conversation, and finally showed a flustered expression. The Knights immediately began to disperse and look around.

"Aaron, take the knights on guard around!" Lu Wen, who was so calm, waved fiercely and looked at Loren: "come with me to the camp. Our horses are still there."

"Wait..."

Loren, who was just about to call the young count, heard a slight breaking sound in his ear. He ran two steps decisively and directly threw Lu Wen to the ground!

"What are you doing?!" Lu Wen, who had not figured out what was going on, was angry and ready to blame a few words. A dark shadow passed through his sight and hit the boulder not far away with the roar of tearing air.

Even the scream before death did not exist. The war horse thrown from nowhere was instantly fragmented and turned into broken meat and plasma.

Before the young count, who almost passed by death, had time to be shocked, the vibration of the ground under him had come again, making everyone subconsciously turn their eyes.

Four meters tall, brown and black with tusks, the behemoth uprooted the ancient wood in front of it like touching the railing and roared in everyone's view.

Ogre!