The whispering voices became even louder, and even a quiet person like Lancelot could not bear the restlessness itself. The young and promising guard tried to flip his body in pain to minimize the sound in his ears. But when he realized that this qiē was futile, the frustration immediately invaded his heart, and with that affection was of course the noise of the culprit.

I don't know how long it took, but the confused guard finally came to his senses, and his physical strength allowed him to open his eyes to face the real world. The high ceiling in front of you and the discordant chandelier make the room a little unrelievable. Appearing in the middle of the field of vision to prevent him from staring at the ceiling again was a face, old but not haggard. Unable to see the tired face but unable to hide the anticipation and care, Lancelot believes that this is half the reason why he and his former friends are desperate.

When the guards were fully conscious, the owner of the old face who was being guarded by the guards became no longer at ease, he was Worf. Dark, a magician with great strength and power, however, that doesn't stop him from worrying and believing in Lancelot. After the escort was transported here, the old man who served as the master had no intention of resting at all, and even if he slept badly last night, he could never let go.

"Wooh." The movement unleashed a nervous tug, and Lancelot distinctly heard the sound of his arms or the back of his neck being pulled. This creepy sound of limb destruction is nothing more than secondary destruction, the equivalent of an aftershock after an earthquake, when Lancelot suffered the initial damage inflicted by the other party, and that Cheng dù was going to drive ordinary people crazy.

Lancelot only remembered the Floyd with the sword in his left hand, no, that monster increased its speed to the level of masked crystallization, which is a level that only magicians can keep up with when they release magic as a support, and in that extreme state, Lancelot's body counterattacked before consciousness.

It is said that it is a counterattack, but it is better to say that the whole process is picking the right time to avoid it. Now that he thinks about it, Lancelot, who is trembling with fear, is really glad that he was in perfect form at that time, as long as the avoidance at the level of consciousness is not done in place even once, he will be found by the reinforcements of the fortress is a corpse.

After that, because his body was constantly injured by the bayone, Lancelot fell into a coma and he didn't remember anything. One thing he knew very well was that Freud didn't stop doing anything bad, which meant that Lancelot's mission had failed.

Failed to kill him, failed to capture him, didn't even seriously injure him, but the wound in his right hand made him stronger. It's a shame to have something like this. Lancelot tapped his arm in anger, and after slamming his fist into the bed, the wounds on his waist and shoulder suddenly tore, revealing blood marks that even bandages could not stop.

Mage Wolf. When Duck looked at Lancelot again, he saw the guard make this self-defeating move. Although he was very weak and idiotic, the mage did not stop him harshly, but said with relief: "Don't do this, it's really good that you can come back." And because of your tireless efforts, this task has been theoretically achieved. ”

"How so? I'm sorry, my lord, I didn't expect the other party to be so powerful, and I couldn't even let him be seriously injured. But he swears to you that he will defeat him" Lancelot, who said this, was visibly relented, and things were indeed as bad as he said, but Wolf. Duck was still mysterious, and he looked like he had a clever plan.

"That's what I should say." The old man walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, his palm resting on the event recording device independently developed by the Academy. This is the same test-tube reagent used in case detection. He twisted the lid slightly, the wooden cork pinched in the palm of his other hand, and his muttered lips spoke the entire incantation.

The scene of the mission covered every corner of the room. Lancelot felt himself floating at the forest crossing, the wind whirring not far away, and Freud repeated the action of killing Lancelot himself. Even during the recording, his left hand held the sword so fast that onlookers couldn't see it clearly.

Of course, according to Worf. Dark's hint was that Floyd's superb sword skills didn't matter now, and that the important thing happened after that Lancelot fell. Facing Lancelot, who was lying on the ground head-on, Freud seemed to say something, but because of the position of the surveillance eyes, the small voice could not be heard here.

Giving up the final blow to this enemy, Freud seemed to relent, but as if he had decided at the beginning, he turned and was about to leave. The battle was supposed to end like this, and Freud's right hand was fine, but it couldn't be used normally for a while, but after this turn, black arrows from the hidden place behind flew into the air.

The arrow glided through the air so fast that Lancelot couldn't even detect it, but Floyd still had his back to the direction it was flying. Lancelot wanted to shout something, but he immediately felt the wound on his body, and when he saw himself lying on the ground motionless, he realized that this qiē was just a recorded video.

Without this help or hint, Freud reacted shrewdly, his body quickly turning, and the delicate sword shot down the arrow itself with a single swing, and the flames burning above it may symbolize something. Lancelot, who was lying down, thought quietly, but saw the cloaked figure flying next, the hood shining very low, but under the surveillance of the recorded eyes, the onlookers could easily determine that the person was a woman.

Who she is, where she comes from, and what kind of purpose does she have? This question became almost all that Lancelot and Freud thought, but the difference was that in the face of her sudden appearance, at least Lancelot should be glad that he would always fall and not have to face it.

Freud, who faced the cloaked woman head-on, was much more cruel, and the cloaked woman didn't mean to say hello, jumped past Lancelot's position in the video, and went straight to the target. At first, Freud just looked, but he couldn't imagine that because this idea was just a spectator, it was impossible for him to even stay out of it.

Compared to Freud with the blade, the woman rushed over and gave priority to the sideways kick, and the cloak immediately showed weakness to let go of the idea of covering the woman, and her side kick provoked Freud's unaware gaze. After all, the thighs wrapped in the leather pants were well-proportioned but beautiful, and Freud never thought that the owner of the kick also had strong force.

Just one leg out, the bounced leg bend didn't let Freud see clearly, let alone parry the kick of the whole foot. Floyd, who was attacked, had to deal with the blow with his only left-hand arm, but of course he was kicked out with a heavy force, and his back happily touched the trunk before he barely stopped shaking.

Lancelot, who was lying down, could easily find out what happened to the tree that Floyd was forcibly leaning on with this perspective, the trunk first trembled pitifully, and the whole shock shook off the fruits and leaves above with the branches, but Floyd, who was so cushioned, still did not move his body, which shows that the strength of this foot is not simple.

The woman lowered her upturned thighs, glanced earnestly at Floyd's condition, and finally chose to talk to him. The lingua franca, which did not look like a local accent, was clearly from another world, and Lancelot felt that she did not necessarily belong to this era: "Lord Freud has been a long time gone, but I am going to use your life to send a message to my enemies, so I can't kill you yet." ”

"It is as if my life is in your hands, and there should be a limit to ignorance." Freud finally left the tree he was leaning on, and the tree itself had moved once since he walked away, and it seemed that Freud's reliance had caused it to deviate from the range of the deformation. "If the lady doesn't explain her position, don't blame me for being ruthless, I won't take this as a joke if there has been such a betrayal."

The spiritual pressure unleashed by Freud, who was full of seriousness, was familiar to Lancelot, and sure enough, he used his left hand to hold the hilt of his sword, and as if in a sword competition, he placed the blade in front of him and calibrated it once. The woman in the distance watched indifferently, and shook her arm slightly, as if she were going to beat the guard again.

At a certain point, the woman and the guard kicked the ground at the same time, and the two men in full seriousness engaged in an unusual white-knuckle fist battle. The woman's hands seemed to glow with flames, and at some point the two of them collided, the flames exploded on the edge of the blade, and the roar shook all the trees in the forest.

Observers Lancelot and Worf. Duck can feel the wind and clouds brought by the image, and can feel the collision between the spiritual pressures. The competition of pure swordsmanship was a female superiority, and Freud, who was relatively experienced, was not proud, but said objectively: "Compared to Lancelot, the lady's fist or magic control is quite exquisite, and she is more than victorious, but your opponent is now me, but I can't be more evil." Tell me who you are, so I can stop killing people needlessly. ”

"There is no identity, of course the purpose is to defeat you." The tongue of the flame ignited wider, and the woman's entire arm was wrapped in red flames without being harmed, and the use of the fire became even more incredible. Her attack this time was the activation of magic power, so Freud also put on a sword formation, planning to use spiritual pressure to face this move.

However, the orb of light waves emitted a scorching light, and after attacking Floyd, only the guards were burned by the flames, and the most direct wound was the left hand, the left hand holding the sword turned black along with the blade itself, and the captain of the guard fell backwards in pain and lost the last consciousness, and the image ended abruptly. (To be continued......)