At this moment, another knight from the crowd behind Lionel stepped forward to make a decision for him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The knight's name was Gail, and he was a middle-aged man with gray hair, older than Lionel and with older qualifications.

His tone was calm, and the content of his words seemed very reasonable: "Young man, it is true that you won the battle just now, but although the knight of Lionel promised to let you go, we did not. So ......"

Probably feeling that his words were a little shameless, the knight pondered for a moment and said, "Why don't I also gamble with you, if you win, I'll let you go, how about it?" ”

I thought that this arrogant young man with no one in his eyes would prevaricate and prevaricate even if he didn't scold, and maybe he would splash his hands, just taking the opportunity to capture him.

But just now, the teenager who looked like he was in a dream, reacted again beyond his expectations.

"One more game? That's great! ”

The young man's voice was very cheerful, and he said, "I wonder if if I win you, will the other knights admit the result?" ”

"This ......"

The gray-haired knight's old face turned red.

He was a little ashamed, but more annoyed.

Shame because the boy was obviously sarcastic about his side, speaking didn't count.

Annoyed, naturally, because of the stimulation of this kid's arrogant words.

Won me?

You're a hundred years away.

The knight looked back and gestured.

The other Templars in the crowd naturally understood what he meant, and they all nodded.

He turned around and tried to tell the boy that this time all the Templars had agreed that this time it counted.

But the young man's voice sounded first: "Don't be embarrassed, why don't you all come and compete!" ”

Gail was stunned.

He looked closely and found that the young man had a look of anticipation and happiness on his face.

But the words he uttered, with the pretending innocence of innocence, were like a knife with barbs, and they were worse to hear to the ears of the older knight than to shout insults.

- Is this a mockery of us?

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Outside the north-western walls of Said.

The mangled corpse had been pillowed in a thick layer, like a hill, that covered the gap in the wall that the siege engine had knocked out at the beginning.

At the top of the corpse mountain, a silver-eyed girl covered in blood stood with a straight body and a sword.

The girl's face was expressionless, and she looked into the distance beyond the sea, as if her thoughts had drifted away.

But the swirling stars, the flying cloak, and the iron and blood that were trampled under her feet reflected the strength and majesty of the girl more and more.

And beauty.

-- A terrible and cold beauty that is not delicate at all.

The beauty that belongs to the strong.

The soldiers of the Holy See Army who surrounded the mountain of corpses and looked up at the girl all stood still, and the people behind were still pushing and rushing, but the people in front had already begun to think of a way to retreat.

After all, people are afraid of death, let alone dying in this kind of battle that rushes forward and does not get any results.

It's more meaningful to die to die, isn't it?

Fortunately, the tide had begun to rise, reaching the ankles of the soldiers, and some of the corpses had drifted up with the tide, making it more and more difficult to attack.

Soon, the water here will rise to the height of more than one person, and it will be impossible to fight if you want to.

The order to retreat soon came.

The soldiers of the Holy See Army quickly retreated as if they had been granted amnesty.

If these soldiers survived, the terrifying and beautiful complex image of the silver-haired girl on the corpse mountain would probably be deeply imprinted in their minds and accompanied them for a lifetime, right?

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"Zheng"!

Another knight's sword flew high and plunged into the ground.

The older knight Gail's face was red and white, and he couldn't believe what was happening.

He had learned the lesson of Leonar's light on his enemies, and not only did he carefully use his strongest swordsmanship, but he also attached an invincible holy light to his sword.

The arrogant young man's long sword should have been broken in two when it slammed into his knight's sword.

But the young man's sword just lightly attached to his sword, and the knight's sword flew away.

He, like Leonar, had no idea how his sword came off.

I only felt that the strength from the young man's sword was a complex cunning that he had never felt.

"Is he really cheating with some kind of magic item?"

There is no more plausible explanation.

Swordsmanship is superior to his own group of Templars who have been trained hard since childhood?

No kidding.

Unless this teenager started practicing swords from his mother's womb and practiced for dozens or hundreds of years.

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The mercenary boy Kevin was excited.

He still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him was real.

But it did happen.

At the beginning, when he was competing with the Iron Knight for the first sword, he just started to make moves with unloading strength as he usually did when he competed with his "Susan Commander", and prepared more than a dozen back hands, as well as hundreds of follow-up sword moves corresponding to these dozen back hands to defend and counterattack.

However, it didn't work.

The heavy sword held by the opponent who looked tall and mighty, shiny and shining, was led to the ground by the sword that he had tentatively raised.

Then, the ironclad knight also showed an incredibly huge flaw all over his body.

The boy felt that his brain could not keep up.

"This man...... It doesn't seem to be much different from those gangsters and child kings in Said, although it is indeed stronger than those teenagers, but it is also limited. ”

"Could it be that he deliberately showed a flaw to entice me to stab him?"

"But with such a trick, I really stabbed him, and he couldn't save it......"

"The Templars are unfathomable......"

In this hesitation, he missed the opportunity to defeat the opponent with a sword.

When the two swords struck the iron knight for the second time, he still carefully prepared a dozen back hands according to his habits, as well as dozens or hundreds of back hands.

But still none of them worked.

With a casual press and twist, the opponent's sword flies.

"What's going on?"

"It's just showing weakness and selling a flaw, and I've never heard of throwing the sword out directly?"

"Generally speaking, if the sword is taken off, doesn't it lose?"

The phrase that the boy was perceived as a performance and an insult at the time, "Is the so-called Templar really only this extent?" It was indeed a heartfelt statement of extreme surprise.

At the time, the boy thought he had just run into a scumbag who had infiltrated the Templars.

After all, the profession of Templar is the goal he has longed for since he was a child, and it is an existence that cannot be desecrated in his mind.

He didn't dare to easily believe in his own strength, nor did he dare to jump to conclusions and belittle his beliefs since childhood.

"But, what if it's really me?"

The thought could not be suppressed, so he was looking forward to fighting the other Templars one by one.

Sure enough, the gray-haired opponent next, although he looked stronger and more experienced, even used the holy light that Kevin longed for when he fought, but he was still not his best match.

"Is it ......?"

"Am I really a master of swordsmanship?"