Jason Spesa's blade swept towards Ketuma with a steady stream of wind, but the kobold easily dodged all of his attacks as if he were dancing. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Its light steps seemed to dance to an inaudible melody, a sword dance, a killing dance, but a little weird when it was danced by a kobold.

The sharp blade of the knight's rapier reflected the glow of the torch stuck in the kobold's corpse, and Ketuma raised his sword in his hand, always stabbing like lightning after dodging Jason's furious slash.

The tip of the sword sliced open Jason's cheek as easily as a thin piece of parchment, adding a new mark to his rough scarred face.

"Brush-" After the downward chopping with the wind but still being dodged by the other party, Jason jumped back to open the distance from Ketuma, stared at the kobold with an ugly face and said in an astringent voice:

“…… Who did you learn your swordsmanship from-" His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness, Jason's swordsmanship was not unskillful, it was the most fundamental and direct murderous swordsmanship that he had ever practiced on the battlefield, but in this filthy sewer, he met a kobold who mastered swordsmanship even more skillfully than him.

How can this be true?

That is as gorgeous as a dance, and there is a hidden murderous swordsmanship, not to mention Worms, even the entire Wotan continent Jason Spessa dares to pack a ticket, except for the private army commander of the Conrad family, the platinum amber senator, the most trusted subordinate of the Grand Duke of Conrad, the sword dancer Rodford Blank.

The corners of his mouth were bitter, and the anger and unwillingness accumulated in his heart were like a flood bursting out of the embankment, and he finally lost the fighting spirit he had when he was full, and he only felt that reality was like a mountain pressing on his shoulders.

Not only do you have to admit that swordsmanship is inferior to people, but even the forces behind it can't compare to a filthy and shitty stinky rat living in the sewers.

Jason's hand holding the sword loosened slightly, yes, he was no longer the swordsman and knight who fought to defend the kingdom back then.

He had long since become a lonely ghost, as he had never denied, a ghost, a ghost who lived for no apparent reason.

"Rodford, Blanc is you......" When Jason bitterly said the name, Seraphim, who was behind him and covered his nose and looked around in disgust, dropped his hand in surprise, and even opened his mouth, involuntarily exclaiming:

"Jason - what are you talking about——?"

Jason Speza had already figured it out, and the other party had repeatedly mentioned that the so-called teacher must be the peerless swordsman who was ranked number one in the entire Wotan, otherwise he really couldn't think of any reason for the kobold in front of him to use such a swordsmanship.

However, Ketuma's answer was astonishing: "Who is that? Ketuma doesn't know—" The kobold replied as he put away his posture and stood with his sword in hand, slightly distracted at this moment.

"Ketuma-" However, Thor, who had been staring at the two opposites, never let his guard down, the battle on the deserted corner never presented a situation where the two sides exchanged halfway, it was always a matter of death and death, and there was no room for negligence.

He pounced on the kobold who was not far from him, but Thor couldn't pounce faster than the oncoming bolts.

The sinister merchant Dejan Seraphim, who was hiding behind Jason, stretched out his right hand from under his sumptuous silk robe, and on his arm was a small, delicately crafted crossbow, and the black bolts glowed with a cold glow, like a rattlesnake that suddenly burst into action.

"Brush-poof" In an instant, the sound of breaking the air and the sound of arrows entering the flesh came out almost simultaneously, and the scales on the kobold were not dragon scales after all, and its defense was almost zero in the face of crossbow shots.

The arrow unsurprisingly shot through Ketuma's left shoulder, quickly piercing its not-so-broad shoulder, and blood burst out before Thor's eyes, and the kobold's back was scarlet blood-soaked arrows brutally poking out.

Inertia took Ketuma back three steps, it propped its thin sword on the ground, supported its body, leaned on the hilt of the sword and half-knelt on the ground, raised its head and stared at Seraphim with angry eyes that flashed red, and scolded angrily: "Despicable ——!"

Seraphim looked at the crossbow in his hand with a look of chagrin, and he was close to shooting through the goddamn kobold's heart.

He glanced at Jason Speysa with resentment, blaming this fuss guy for being ready to attack from the beginning of the battle, and if he hadn't suddenly mentioned Rodford Blank, he wouldn't have panicked for a moment.

Thinking about it, how could a dignified sword dancer, armed with a world-famous magic sword and bloody, deign to teach a kobold who lived in the sewers, and besides, this kobold also admitted that he had never heard of Sir Rodford's name at all, Seraphim decided not to care so much, he shouted at Jason, who was still hanging aside:

"Why are you still stunned, my Grand Master—do you expect me to go up and kill these two filthy wretches?"

Unexpectedly, in exchange for Jason Spesa's vicious gaze, the face full of scars appeared even more distorted, he fiercely plunged his long sword into the ground, and asked Seraphim in a cruel voice:

"Since when did you dare to order me?—— eh?

Thor rushed to Ketuma's side and gently held the kobold, blood pouring out of the horrible hole in its shoulder, and drops of blood from the arrowhead falling onto the filthy floor of the sewers, stinking even worse with the sewage.

"Lord Thor-" Ketuma twitched his puppy-like nose and looked at the young barbarian with two fiery red eyes as bright as candles, "Go quickly—Ketuma can still fight—Ketuma will come and hold these two men down for you—"

As he spoke, he held the sword in his right hand and tried to stand up, but Thor held him down.

"That's enough—Ketuma" Thor pressed Ketuma to the ground and stood up: "When I have cleaned up these two people, I will take you to heal the wounds, and you should take them with you first and don't move - otherwise, the wound will not be torn." ”

With a "choking" sound, the long knife came out of the sheath, and the ring-headed broadsword, which was nearly one and a half meters long, was held in the hands of Thor who was more than two meters tall, and suddenly showed a completely different momentum from Ketuma.

This also interrupted the argument between Jason and Seraphim, and the two looked at Thor in unison, Seraphim took two steps back, spat on the ground, and said to himself: Damn, today is really evil, inexplicably let Malten run away, not to mention, in the sewers to meet such two tricky guys, at least from the appearance of the big man, this big man is probably even more difficult to deal with than the hateful kobold.

Jason Spessa glanced over Thor's tall figure and then at the kobold behind him, slowly drawing his sword into the sludge.

"Shh

However, Jason Spessa ignored him, and coldly turned around and walked to the other side of the sewer, his merciless voice coming from afar: "It's a 'fair' reward for you, rat - but I'll be back, and all the filthy rats in this tunnel will die, so take care of your injuries and get ready." ”

Jason knew that this was not what a mercenary should do, but he couldn't help but do it, maybe it was Ketuma's words that reminded him that he was once a knight, maybe he just didn't want to rely on the merchant he hated to win, maybe there was still a trace of jealousy in his heart of the person who taught kobold swordsmanship.

Jason chose to give up after all, it was just entertainment for him, and when the sun rose tomorrow, he would forget about it, and who would worry about what was going on under Worms.