Wielding the knight's sword in his hand, Loren's eyes kept glancing at Lu Wen who was standing next to the clearing, the young earl was holding the long sword in his hand, and the expression on his face was unprecedentedly serious, completely devoid of his usual easy-goingness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although it happened suddenly, Loren wasn't really unprepared - at least he understood what was going on when Levin suddenly said he was going to duel.

That's right, this young earl is arrogant and informal, and he doesn't take his status as a wizard seriously at all. But this does not mean that he really has no scheming and will not have his own plans.

And the gossip of the knights under his command, he can't really be unaware, he just pretends not to know.

This was his chance for Loren - if Loren could prove himself in front of Sir Aaron, he would earn the respect of the knights, and no one would ever dispute that Loren was so highly valued.

And if Loren loses too decently, or simply doesn't have the courage to fight, the result is naturally obvious, and Ruben will not give him a second chance, just as a dispensable wizard by Luwen's side, not to mention status or something.

Although it is too simple and crude to judge a person by duel, there are not many ways to gain the respect of knights, and Lu Wen, who is also a knight, does not feel that there is anything wrong with it.

This battle will truly determine your place for some time to come, so it is obvious that you can't use magic or some small means, you have to win the dignity.

That's a ...... It's a little more difficult.

Raising his head slightly, his sharp gaze did not shy away from staring at Sir Aaron in front of him, and the longsword wielded in one hand pointed straight ahead with a little uninhibited grace, like the fangs of a beast.

Sir Aaron, who raised his sword in both hands, squinted slightly, and the black-haired wizard in front of him did not have any cowardice in his eyes, but was full of confidence, as if victory was already his.

Megalomaniacal boy, you're going to learn a lesson!

Despite his age, Sir Aaron is still in the prime of life, with energy and strength at his peak, and he is not afraid of any opponent - let alone a wizard full of lies!

Sure enough, Loren chose to attack first, and the long sword in his hand stabbed him in the chest unabashedly. Aaron, who was slightly surprised, had a hint of disdain in the corners of his eyes.

Sure enough, the other party wanted to use the advantage of light armor to consume his physical strength with a fast attack. This is a mistake that only young people in their vigor make, thinking that wearing heavy armor will make them lose their physical advantage.

Sir Aaron, who raised his sword horizontally, unloaded the blade of Loren's sword with a single turn, and the burly figure stood in place as if it had never moved.

Loren seemed unimpressed, and with a smile he took the initiative to attack again, like the tip of a serpent's sword, this time aiming at his face.

The disdainful Sir Aaron stepped forward once more, raising his sword to unload Loren's attack once more.

But this time Loren didn't dodge, the blade of the long sword slid down the spine of the two-handed big sword, and his wrist was horizontal, and it slashed towards his waist with the inertia of being removed!

In an instant, Aaron's expression was immediately a little grim, and he held the hilt of his sword and hung down hard, blocking Loren's slash.

At the same time as the blade of the sword was bounced, Loren turned around and grabbed the long sword with both hands, and slashed it from the upper right side that was exactly the opposite of just now!

Sir Aaron, who raised his broadsword, did not hesitate to stab him in the chin with the guard, and the two of them dodged at the same time to defuse the attack. But Loren still didn't give up on the stab, and he didn't restrain himself at all because he was almost poked in the throat.

Fierce blades slashed at each other, staggering back and forth between attacking and blocking, and the violently colliding blades flew into a fleeting cremation, and the tinkling notes played a rousing movement.

Sir Aaron could no longer calm down, Loren's continuous attacks and constant backhand backhand made him dizzy, and even if he was fully engrossed, he could not fully see where the sharp sword would fall next time.

The fierce battle continued, and Sir Aaron's breathing became more and more rapid—the black-haired wizard's near-outlaw dispatch had made it difficult for him to control, as if he would let either side spill blood on the spot at any moment, and the armor on his body began to turn into a drag, slowing him down.

At this point, he finally saw Loren's tactics clearly. This wizard doesn't want to drain his physical strength, but to force himself to make mistakes with non-stop attacks!

For this reason, he even put himself in danger again and again, exposing his weaknesses within the range of his attacks - but it was not a death seeking, but a trap to lure himself into it!

Seeing the other party's increasingly serious expression, the corners of Loren's mouth hooked slightly.

Don't you think it's a little too late?

He had never been an outlaw, on the contrary, Loren valued his own life very much - so he generally didn't believe in such a thing as intuition that was very uncertain.

That's right, in many cases, this subconscious "flash of inspiration" is really useful, and I have saved myself a few times. But this notion of not knowing when to count on is by no means as reliable as a well-orchestrated tactic.

Experience is important, but the ability to adapt tactics to different situations is the key to being able to adapt to everything.

As for whether victory can be achieved, that's another matter...... The blade swept away, and Loren, who was blocked, immediately stabbed him in the throat against Sir Aaron's armguard, completely exposing half of his body.

With just one sword, you can disembowel this arrogant wizard yourself!

A sudden thought flashed through Sir Aaron's mind, but he was cautious enough to dismiss it at once, and he withdrew his defense to block a sword stabbed in the neck.

This made Loren somewhat regretful - sure enough, the other party's experience was too rich, and it would be difficult for him to win by himself with only swordsmanship.

In fact, to maintain the current stalemate, I have already tried my best, and my physical strength is also depleted rapidly, and I may not be able to hold on for a few more rounds.

What to do. Expose flaws and let the other party take the bait? No...... The other party is no longer fooled, and if they continue to do so, it is likely to be self-defeating, and the situation will be more dangerous.

Loren, whose breathing became more and more rapid, and the blade of his right hand even began to tremble, was still testing Sir Aaron's flaws. The increasingly fierce battle between the two sides also made the surrounding knights start to get nervous.

Just as the killing intent of the two sides first appeared, a long roar broke the silence around them, and the black-feathered eagle that drew an arc chased down from the sky and landed lightly on Loren's shoulder.

"What's wrong...... a confused expression flashed across the black-haired wizard's face, and when Asrael finished speaking, his dark pupils shrank suddenly.

"What's going on, why did you stop suddenly?" Lu Wen, who was a little unhappy, frowned: "I haven't decided the winner yet, continue!"

"Please wait a minute, it's very dangerous here!" Loren, who had recovered from his surprise, hurriedly shouted, "Please leave with the knights, there is likely to be a ...... here"

"Bang-!!!!"

The roar from the depths of the forest interrupted the conversation, and the knights, who finally showed a hint of panic, immediately began to disperse and look around.

"Aaron, take the knights to be vigilant around!" Lu Wen, who was forced to calm down, waved his hand and glanced at Loren: "Follow me to the camp, our horses are still there." ”

"Wait......"

Loren, who was just about to call out to the young earl, heard a slight sound of breaking the air in his ears. He decisively ran two steps and threw Lu Wen directly to the ground!

"What are you doing?!" Lu Wen, who hadn't yet figured out what was going on, was a little angry and ready to blame a few words, when a dark shadow swept past him and slammed into the boulder not far away with a roar that tore through the air.

There was no scream before he died, and the war horse that was thrown out of nowhere was instantly shattered, turning into a place of minced flesh and blood.

Before the young earl, who had almost brushed the edge of death, could be shocked, the sound of the ground shaking below him had already been heard again, making everyone subconsciously turn their eyes away.

The four-meter-tall, black, fanged behemoth uprooted the ancient trees in front of it like it had touched a railing, and roared into everyone's field of vision.

Ogre!