If Daron had the ability to understand non-human languages like Francis, he might have felt the voice of his uncle Pavlis warning him from the underworld. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, even if he doesn't have this, he can easily smell a smell of danger from his opponent he meets for the first time. Undisguised hostility and malice struck Daron like a gale across the desert.

Da Long endured the murderous aura of the other party and pulled out his long sword, which should be said to be the instinct of a warrior, right?

"Little trick, thank you, fool!"

The muffled laughter that came through the mask was as ominous as the appearance of the person who made the laughter. Useless sessions are redundant.

Each understands that the other is a fierce rival.

The sound of the blades striking was intense. After the initial blade exchanges, Da Long continued to attack, but he couldn't even get close to the opponent's body.

Daron felt a shiver rise up his spine. The strength of the other party was so huge that even everyone recognized him as extremely brave had a sense of trembling. He changed his tactics, stopped attacking, took half a step back, and switched to the defensive.

The offense and defense were reversed in an instant.

Silver Kamen continued to attack violently, but, just like Tatsuron just now, he also faced the opponent's impeccable defense.

Slashing left and right, the afterimage of the sword light flew through the air, and both of them knew that they had encountered an unprecedented opponent.

The strong momentum confrontation between the white blade and the white blade stopped in mid-air. Their faces were close to each other, and the sound of each other's breaths overlapped and reached each other's ears.

"Report your name!"

Silver Kamen said. There was an emotion of exclamation in the cold voice. Glaring back at the eyes that leaked through the slits of his mask, Daron briefly gave his name.

"Daron!"

"You're Daron?"

The voice exploring the memory turned into a malicious mockery after a moment. The other party's unexpected reaction made Dalong have to be surprised.

"Are you the nephew of Captain Wanqi? No wonder ......"

Silver Kamen swallowed the second half of his words, and a malicious light radiated from his eyes, sending out a maniacal laugh that made the hairs of anyone other than Tatsunashi stand on end, and the fluctuation of laughter shook the mask he was wearing.

After stopping laughing, he made a proud confession to Daron.

"Tell you what! I am the one who cut off the white-haired head of your uncle Pavlis! ”

"What?"

"Andrakolas's lackeys deserve that kind of retribution. Do you want to die the same way as your uncle? ”

The moment the intertwined white blades parted, Da Long's long sword roared in midair, its speed and ferocity beyond Silver Mask's expectations. The defensive sword struck blankly in mid-air, and the man's face was slashed by Daron.

"Ahh

Silver Kamen let out a scream, and the mask cracked in half. The man's normally tightly guarded face was exposed, and his mouth erupted with excitement.

So Daron saw - two faces. Beneath the sliced silver mask was the face of a young man about the same age as Daron. The left half is a white and beautiful face, while the right half is a miserable face that has been burned red and black. There are two completely different faces in the contours of a face.

Although it was only a short second, however, this face was deeply imprinted in Dalong's eyes.

The man raised his left wrist to cover his face, but his blood-glittering eyes stared at Da Long. A flash of fire from the counter-attack slashed.

Although Da Long jumped back quickly, the sharpness of the sword end that condensed anger and hatred was not comparable to the sword momentum just now. The white blade stretched forward, leaping like a snake's sickle-shaped neck, pressing on Daron. The sword was so fierce that even Da Long was confused by this, and the soles of his feet began to stumble a little.

The man who had lost his silver mask delivered a fatal blow, but at this time he changed direction slightly, barely bounced off the blade of the knife that was slashing from the side. Narzath stood in front of the man's sharp gaze.

"Hey, hey! Don't you ask my name? If you don't ask, I won't be able to tell my name. ”

Narsas seemed to ignore the gaze that had turned from the shadows of his face-covered arms and cloak into a sight full of murderous intent and arrows—at least on the surface.

"Who are you? Clown! ”

"The way you speak is uncomfortable for me, but since you asked, I'll have to tell you. My name is Narsas, court painter to the next King of Pars. ”

"Court painter."

"You probably don't know if you have nothing to do with art, but people who are interested in me ask me to paint the reincarnation of Saint-Mani."

"Who called that?"

It was Tataron who had reorganized his posture and saw that Tataron had complete control over his breathing and steps, and Silver Kamen knew that he had lost his chance to win.

One-on-two (Regulus hides in the shadows), and he must fight his rival while covering his face with one hand. Perhaps he remembered the prophecy of the old man in the basement dressed in gray clothes.

"In the future, we will compete with each other, and this is the end of it now."

"It's really a guy who says lines depending on the occasion. Why save what you can do today for tomorrow? ”

The man who lost his silver mask was not picked on by Narzas. He covered his face with one hand while deftly backing away to avoid the danger of Xing being flanked.

"Goodbye, stupid painter. Sharpen your drawing skills before you meet next time! ”

Without saying a word, the future court painter jumped forward and struck a blow that broke the wind.

The man who had lost his silver mask reversed his body as he skillfully took the blow. His fluency in this skillful movement not only had no chance for Narthas, but even Daron could not grasp any gaps.

Silver Kamen jumps into the narrow path and kicks down the barrels and barrels on the side of the wall to block the pursuit. When his cloak disappeared around the first corner, the two knights who were beside Arslan gave up the pursuit. Dalong patted his friend on the shoulder.

"I don't know who that guy is, but he has a good hand. If you hadn't come to help, I might have struck him. ”

"It's nothing."

Daron didn't speak, and Narzath continued.

"By the way, that man seems to know very well about your uncle, is he an acquaintance?"

"I thought the same thing, but I just couldn't remember it. I thought his mask was just for scary, but I didn't expect it to be. With such severe burns, it's no wonder he had to cover them up with a mask. ”

Although Narzath agreed with Daron's statement, there was an expression of relief on his face.

He felt that things seemed more than that. The reason for wearing a mask is to prevent others from seeing their original faces, but when you are facing people you don't know in a completely unfamiliar land, this reason should not be valid. If it weren't for the burn, perhaps Narzath himself would have easily remembered it......

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