Alice couldn't believe her eyes.

I could clearly see the trajectory of each sword swung by the other party, and I could keep up with my own movements, but I barely caught it!

It was clearly predicted that the landing point would be here, but it turned out that it was the other side that was hit! And his movements were completely seen through by the other party, and he had to be exhausted by just a few simple steps.

Alice even tried to use the tenacity of the dwarven artifact to destroy the wooden sword in the opponent's hand. This technique was originally despicable in competition, and even if Alice didn't care about the so-called rules of dueling, she wouldn't use such a despicable method in competition if it weren't hopeless, even if she didn't know what it was.

But even so, the results were far from what she expected. The strange torque coming from the wooden sword made all her powerful slashes useless, and instead caused her wrist to be sprained quite a bit.

Knight's steps seem to follow some kind of wonderful rhythm. He can often crash into the flaws in Alice's sword momentum, and his swordsmanship and footwork are faintly combined, so that Alice has a lot of speed but can't start.

It was a challenge, but now it's a teaching battle. Some of the onlookers even shook their heads and looked like they had gained.

If there was a hole in the ground, Alice would not hesitate to dive into it. Even if you don't have a mirror, you can feel the temperature on your cheeks - even though it looks cute.

But it's too much of a shame.

The opponent only relied on a wooden sword for training to go all out, and even cast all kinds of transformation spells before the opening of the game, and the reason why he was not defeated was because the opponent deliberately let it go. Alice was ashamed to remember her flamboyant attitude before the match, and only hoped that the fight would end sooner.

The heart is in chaos, and the sword is also in chaos.

"You've lost, little girl."

The nightmare crack in his hand swirled out under the inexplicable torque that suddenly strengthened between the collisions. When he came back to his senses, the wooden sword was already pointing at his eyebrows.

"Thank you...... Your pointers. Alice bowed her head, the crimson on her face almost dripping with dye, and she bowed deeply to Knight, picked up the dwarven sword that had fallen to the ground, and tried to squeeze out of the crowd and run out.

Himself, indeed, is too shallow. After killing a few robbers and a few spiders, he was smug and thought he was very powerful. I don't know how many people in the world are more capable than myself, a little girl who doesn't know the origin, look, isn't this just a random person who beats himself to the ground.

Alice's memories go back in time, Coldfall, Creekwood, Helgen. Many details that she had not been aware of before gradually revealed in her mind, the embarrassment of the failed sneak attack, the blind command when facing the werewolf, and even the fact that she almost lost her life when she cleaned up the big spider. If these are not enough to wake up, then the memories lost in the cold fall temple and the terrible state of the whole body when you wake up should also be able to tell yourself that there are people outside the world.

It's really bad, you have to hone yourself even more.

At that moment, the obstacle that came from in front of him stopped him.

"Wait a minute, little girl."

Alice looked up, and was greeted by a strong Nord man in wolf-patterned heavy armor, with two large black circles on his face, but the whole person looked very wise. He seemed to be stunned for a moment when he saw Alice, who was about to cry, raise her head, but then said to the girl gently: "You have already obtained the qualification to join the comrade-in-arms group, why are you in such a hurry?" ”

Sure enough, no matter where you are, is it always easy to get preferential treatment for being pretty?

But Alice was stunned, her thinking circuit obviously didn't match. The girl waved her hands indiscriminately, and said almost incoherently, "But...... This one...... That one...... I lost! ”

There was an immediate burst of laughter.

"What!? Does she still want to win? ”

"Maybe her surname is Isgrammer? Ha! ”

"The little girl does have two brushes, but I'm afraid you're overthinking it."

The strong man in front of him also seemed to be a little distressed, and he said to Alice, "What you just challenged was the previous champion of the Arena of Sirodiel, Master Nate Kane. I'm afraid that there are not a few magic swordsmen in the whole of Tamriel who are stronger than Master Knight, and even if you are very good, it seems a bit ...... to defeat Master Knight."

He didn't say anything, but Alice knew very well that the words that followed should be "wishful thinking". But it at least calmed her anger a little.

Alice turned around, but Knight Kane had long since disappeared along with Scorp. Also, a master of swordsmanship obviously doesn't waste his time on a little girl.

"So, would you like to join the group of comrades?"

"Uh...... I'm just here to find ......" Alice wanted to refuse, but she suddenly realized that the essence of her behavior was to kick the field of her comrades, if she categorically refused like this, she wouldn't do anything to her if she came to a reputable comradeship, but if something involved in the future, it would probably be very bad.

So Alice decisively replied, "I am honored to join the comrades-in-arms. ”

The Nord warrior on the other side also seemed to breathe, after all, if the comrade-in-arms group was beaten to the door, but in the end it was not good for an outsider to settle the reputation, but since the other party became a member of the comrade-in-arms group, it was another matter. He then shouted, "Quirrell! You're going to familiarize her with the place. ”

"If there's anything, you can come to me, I'm Wilcas, your name."

"Alice."

"Well, good name." Wilcas nodded, and left. Even if he did have a crush on the girl in front of him, he was in an important position and had more to do.

At the same time, the surrounding onlookers also left one by one, and occasionally several samurai from the comrade-in-arms group cast a kind look at Alice. But they didn't have the idea of coming over to talk, only a few people helped Ria who hadn't been able to wake up yet, and it seemed that she was really hurt by that punch, both physically and psychologically.

"Come with Quirrell, please."

A soft voice unique to the southern peoples came from behind Alice. The one who spoke to her was the tiger boxer who had been punched three times by Alice before, and the right eye circle was swollen high.

The position was different before, and if it was fought, it would be fought. But now that she has become a member of the comrade group, Alice will inevitably be a little embarrassed to look at Quirrell again, she can't help but hesitate a little, and said expectantly, "Uh...... I'm sorry for what just happened. ”

"Apologize?" Quirrell gave her a strange look, "You don't need to apologize, you defeated Quirrell in a battle, it's your victory, your glory." ”

Victory? Glory? This should be the Nord argument. Maybe it's part of the Brothers-in-Arms. But Alice couldn't understand that her brain contained arcane runes, mountains and rivers, all kinds of strange and undependent and memorable knowledge. She didn't know exactly when or where she had learned this. In other words, there are very few things that can affect her personality.

It's not a blank slate, but it's not much worse.

And what will she do in the face of this situation?

A pale yellow glow shone in the palm of her hand, and the rejuvenating magic energy spilled onto Quirrell's face, and in the blink of an eye, the heavy bruise was completely gone.

"Aha~ It's as warm as the sun on the beach in summer." Quirrell looked comfortable, and his tail couldn't help but wagging slightly. "Quirrell thanks you for your healing, but it's better not to cast spells in Moon Vaskar in the future."

"Why?"

"There are many warriors in Skyrim who look down on spells and think they are nothing more than tricks. And Yuehuaskar is the place where this kind of [pure] warriors gather the most. Do you understand? Probably because the pain had been removed, Quirrell's tone towards Alice had become much softer.

"Hmm......"

For a long time after that, Alice followed Quirrell to get acquainted with her comrades.

I have to say, this place is much bigger than Alice imagined.

When the moon waskar was first established, the material used was the huge wooden boat used by the five hundred heroes led by Isgramer to cross the sea, and the architectural art at that time was relatively simple, and the whole ship was turned over directly as the main body of the house, and with the prosperity of the snow, the moon waska also continued to expand, and now it is a huge building complex around the entire sky furnace.

"There are about three thousand paces from the hall of the moon, which is the living quarters of ordinary warriors, and there is no strict discipline here, as long as you prove that you have the courage to choose a bed to stay. Of course, there are also some rules that everyone agrees on according to the division of strength. But Quirrell didn't think Alice needed to care about those things. ”

"Further east, there's the training ground. There are all kinds of equipment, but most of them are made of wood. Iron and steel products are also available, but they require older qualifications. But even then, there are always people who hurt themselves. ”

Alice followed Quirrell's direction and saw a huge square where at least five hundred warriors were shouting to hone their martial arts, some slashing dummies, some fighting gladiators, and some slashing with wooden weapons. They didn't care about anything else, and a few of them saw Alice and Quirrell in the distance, but they just glanced at it and ignored it.

Quirrell then pointed to the north. "It's the Sky Furnace, and no one knows who built it or how long it took to build it, but it's a sacred place in the hearts of all blacksmiths in the Skyrim, where Master Greymane and his three hundred apprentices control the Earthfire. Only the mighty warriors who have been tested and confirmed their qualifications will be allowed to use weapons made of Sky Forge's steel, Quirrell has seen how powerful it is, even with heavy dwarven armor, can only be obediently split in half in front of such a two-handed sword! Quirrell might have a pair of those gloves in the future. Quirrell said with a sense of intoxication, his tone full of yearning.

But it didn't last long. Quirrell then pointed to the south, where there were several more elaborate buildings, "Over there are the arsenal and the database. Not...... And not only the comrades-in-arms, but also some of the lord's ordnance were placed there. If it is not very necessary, it is better not to come closer. ”

"And the most powerful warriors of the Brothers-in-Arms inhabit the underground of Moon Waska, and they are called the Ring. and wearing the unique wolf-patterned armor - a distinction that seems to be available to some powerful but less qualified warriors. Not...... Quirrell didn't quite understand why they liked wolves so much, maybe it was some kind of Old Arold custom. ”

Quirrell looked back, and after all that he had said, his mouth was visibly dry.

"Is there anything Alice would like to ask Quirrell?"

"Well, do you know a warrior named Franst?"

"Franst? That's an outstanding man. However, the day before yesterday, he had set out with a large army of soldiers to participate in the lord's crusade against the Grey Swamp fortress. It is estimated that there will be no return for half a month. Alice is looking for him? ”

"Uh......"