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Osmond looked up, beaded black eyes at Merlin, and laughed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His laughter was cold and eerie, and the boy couldn't help but shudder.

Whether it was on the boat when he participated in the test, or on this arena at this time, the short and fat boy on the opposite side felt extremely dangerous to himself, not only because the other party's strength was stronger than his own, but more importantly, Morin could feel that there was always a bloodthirsty gaze in those dark eyes.

It was a cold-blooded feeling like a hunt, and you were the prey to be chased and even toyed with.

The short and fat Osmond dragged his heavy sword and rushed towards Merlin again, and the boy could keenly observe the changes in his opponent: because he had just successfully shielded his own, his arm was already trembling a little, and the wound on his waist was also a little heavier, so the opponent's speed was a little slower, and the direction of the sword was also intended to protect his wounds.

But that's not enough.

Not enough for yourself to win this battle, not even enough for yourself to get a chance to fight head-on.

Morin quickly judged the situation and continued to dodge to the side.

It didn't take long, but the pace of the battle was fast, and the two teenagers on the stage were out of breath.

There were two obvious cracks in Morin's light arm, oozing blood, and the armor on his chest was dented by a large chunk: it was a reluctant block, and the Osmondi heavy sword slashed head-on the round shield, and then pressed it directly against the boy's chest, breaking several ribs and making his left hand a blur of flesh and blood.

And Osmond paid a great price: he was stabbed in the shoulder by Merin, his left arm was now hanging at his side, and he was visibly out of control, and his face turned pale, a sign of excessive blood loss.

But even so, Maureen knew that he was still at a disadvantage.

Because he's almost at his limit.

Dodging the sword of a boy whose strength is much greater than his own is not an easy task, he must maintain a high level of mental concentration, precise control of his body, and, more importantly, he must constantly judge the offensive that the opponent will take, and quickly find a reasonable way to deal with it.

The boy's head ached, and the curse from the vicious old man, which had not yet been cured, became an insolvable problem. With each breath, there was a tingling pain in the chest, although it had been weakened a lot, it was still a little more painful than the usual bruises and sprains, mixed with the pain in his mind, forming a brief loss in his vision.

But Maureen didn't throw in the towel, he wanted to win.

The students in the audience could not see Osmond's pale face, nor could they feel Morin's blackened vision, but they could see the wounds drawn by the glowing lines on the two teenagers, and they could see the glowing spots everywhere on the arena—they represented blood, and thus knew the fierceness of their battle.

Aeno had already clenched his fists and silently cheered for the boy. Thea and Tevez's expressions were also a little more serious at this time, watching the battle on the stage. As for the dwarven teacher Sandi Hammer, a satisfied smile appeared on his face: the battle awareness of these two teenagers was as good as he expected.

Needless to say, Mo Lin's various tossing and turning dodges, many military swordsmanship skills, and still have the strength to fight, he really doesn't look like a teenager. And Osmond, in the eyes of the dwarves, is not inferior at all, although he was too light at first, and failed to take down the opponent quickly, but dragged the wound on his waist and continued to fight, the fanatical spirit of such a battle is really terrifying, and an ordinary teenager, even an adult, should have fallen because of too much blood loss.

Maureen knew he wouldn't last long, but he wanted to win the battle.

If there is no hope, perhaps he will adopt Papa Pike's art of escape early in the morning and surrender directly. But the boy knew that he still had a chance, albeit only a glimmer of chance, but it was still worth trying. What's more, in this simulated battle, you won't really get hurt.

On the opposite side, the short and fat Osmond struck his sword again, and Morin abandoned his shield.

Here's your chance.

In other words, whether it was a real opportunity or not, Morin took this sword as an opportunity.

Goblins are a common race in Toddell, and their image is almost synonymous with greed, but those who really know them will know that hard work is the most prominent quality of goblins, because they share the idea that gold coins are created by labor.

In the same way, Maureen knows that opportunities need to be created.

In the face of this heavy sword coming in front of him, he did not dodge again, but dropped the round shield and raised his sword to block.

At the same time, the young man's left hand held the blade of his short sword, as if he were holding a horizontal stick in both hands, as if trying to hold Osmond's heavy sword.

Did the other party finally make a mistake, Osmond was relieved, his own slash, even if Mo Lin could barely block it, would definitely be oppressed by his own strength and seriously injured, and even his arm was directly broken, and he had no power to raise his sword.

His dark eyes already showed the joy of victory.

But Maureen was not able to hold the heavy sword, for his short sword broke.

The sword broke.

The next moment, the students in the audience saw that as the glowing heavy sword slashed, Morin's left shoulder and all the way to his fingertips were covered by glowing lines, which meant that he had lost his left arm.

However, he had a smile on his face.

Instead of fainting from the pain, the boy's surviving right hand held the broken sword and stabbed Osmond in the chest.

An exclamation.

But then the students watching the game erupted into even more noisy exclamations:

Morin, who had only one arm left, held the glowing broken sword and passed through Osmond's body, and Osmond, who should have died, laughed low after a brief moment of stunned, the corners of his mouth flowed with a ball of light representing blood, his eyes flashed with cruelty and pity, and he raised the glowing heavy sword with his backhand, slashing Morin's neck.

Morin's face was wrapped in glowing lines.

Then his whole body flew up, as if he had been thrown by some force, and he was thrown off the arena. As his mid-empty body crossed the boundary of the arena, the bright lines of his body that represented wounds dissolved, and the torn armor disintegrated and vanished.

The boy who fell to the ground gasped for breath, and the pupils in his blue eyes slowly focused, and it took him a long time to get used to it, and then sighed.

"I lost. ”

……

The Basic Combat Introductory Course was the final lesson of their first week, and in the evening Tilna took her crew for a walk by the lake.

The sun was setting over the mountains, and only half of the orange sky gave warmth to the blue water, and the slightly humid air was filled with the smell of forest.

Marcus looked at Tierna and then at the floating fortress looming in the clouds, not knowing where to focus.

Aeno flipped through a pamphlet: "The Guide to Making Money at Iluvita Academy - Produced by the League of Tricksters".

Blackie was sucking on its magic crystal card, bouncing and playing on the large pebbles by the lake like a drunken one.

And Morin leaned against an old tree by the lake, staring at the lake in a daze.

Seeing that his mood was a little low, Weiss Demon Spirit comforted: "It's already a good fight, when everyone misses, don't worry too much, after all, it's just a simulated battle." ”

Merlin smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Barron walked up to him, patted the boy on the shoulder understandingly, and said, "Didn't you have a hand?"

Morin nodded with a complicated expression.

The breaking of the short sword was expected by the young man, since this enchantment was so magical, there was no reason not to simulate the material of the weapon, and the ordinary standard short sword of the Principality of Lothar could not withstand Osmond's slash in his own way before.

The timing and location of the short sword's breakage, his left arm being chopped off, the pain that would not make him faint, and Osmond's momentary loss of consciousness were basically within his expectations.

However, just when he could pierce his heart with a broken sword, he hesitated.

Merlin couldn't remember what thoughts had crossed his mind at that time, perhaps because he had forgotten that they were in the enchantment, or perhaps it was too realistic to make him unbearable, but either way, the result was that he slightly deflected the broken sword in his hand, avoiding the beating heart in the opponent's chest and piercing his lung.

Then he was beheaded by Osmond with a sword, and then kicked off the arena by the magic enchantment.

Hearing the conversation here, Marcus turned around in surprise and said, "But that's fake, you can't even do it?" Logically speaking, you people who like to fight, shouldn't you be excited?" Feeling Tilna look at him reproachfully, his voice was a little quieter, explaining: "...... I mean, isn't it a great enchantment for people who like to fight to be free to kill without having to carry moral guilt or legal punishment at all?"

Maureen thought for a moment and said blankly, "It's too real......"

As night fell, in the middle of the starry sky was a silver hexagonal ice crystal-shaped constellation, which belonged to the frost giant Nightmir. The boy turned his gaze to the west, and above the mountains, a crimson constellation of swords, belonged to Elendir, the legendary great god of war. It is said that he only raised his constellation thousands of years ago, but quickly took over the middle of the sky in July, when the stars shine brightest during the year.

And the legendary god of war, the young man was dumbfounded, what kind of age and what kind of feeling he felt when he first harvested life with the weapon in his hand......

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The weekend of the first week was empty, and with the jealousy and envy of Xiao Hei and Tilna's careful help, Morin finally completed his homework for the calculation course, and prepared to go to Fez, the teacher of the plant and potion course, to see his mental problems, and by the way, ask how to take the fifth-order potion that Minerma gave him: because of the loss of the star of Elekpeia, the curse damage he received was not completely healed, and after he fell asleep with his magical ability in the history of magic class on Monday, it became much more serious and often painful.

After lunch, after asking the Vesdemon, Merlin left the dormitory castle with Blackie.

The teachers of the Nature and Life School usually have their offices in a treehouse in the forest by the lake, and although the teachers are not in the office many times, the teenagers decide to try their luck.

Illuvita Academy is a sparsely populated area, and on weekdays, students gather in groups in classrooms, training grounds, etc., but on weekends, they are all scattered, and many senior students choose to leave the academy area and wander around the nearby towns or even further away in the Divine King's Capital.

So walking on the path in the forest, I can occasionally see the figure of a student, many of whom are still shining cards in front of them, and they don't know what to do in a hurry when they run wildly all the way. There were more birdsong, and occasionally squirrels, little white cats, and other animals running on the branches, and every then Little Black would rush to the side of the animals, and scatter the flames and make a big face with his dark red mouth, scaring them all away, and then laughing and chirping back on the boy's shoulder.

He only dares to bully and bully animals, and when he sees a living person, he hides in the ring marks, what a coward. Merlin thought, and his footsteps stopped.

Because the boy saw that there was a small sign hanging on the door of the tree house in front of him.

The sign reads the owner's name:

Honorom. (A good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to take!Pay attention to ~ point / public account (WeChat add friends - add public account - enter qdread), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to qdread WeChat public account!)

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