"Boom ——!"

Sixteen legionnaires strode into the training ground, roaring in unison. 【Fengyun Reading Network.】Set up a shield to form the famous "Black Shield Wall"!

The black-haired wizard who was surrounded in the center hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, the halberd in his hand was horizontally behind him, his right hand gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sweat mixed with mud and plasma soaked all over his body, it was obviously the winter when the north wind was howling, but he always felt hot all over, and the only single piece of clothing had become a rotten cloth soaked in blood.

His opponents were heavily armed and imposing legionnaires.

Battle, on the verge of breaking out.

"Loren ——!" saw the little wizard's face change when he saw the legionnaires appear, and he screamed and was about to rush into the training ground, but Isaac next to him grabbed her right hand and refused to let go.

"What are you doing? Don't you see those soldiers?!" Ain looked anxiously at Isaac behind him, angry and a little flustered:

"Open up, it's too late to drag it on!"

"You can't go in. Isaac's tone was calm: "The trial is not over yet. ”

"It's not a trial at all, they're planning to kill Loren!"

"This is the judgment. Isaac still didn't let go, stubbornly staring at the little wizard: "Did you see Loren surrender?"

Ai Yin was stunned for a moment, and then roared even more angrily: "When did Loren admit defeat, did you know him for the first time?!"

"Well, this should be my line: Ainland, are you meeting this guy for the first time?" Isaac asked rhetorically: "Even if he doesn't have that lot of weapons, even if he can only go into battle shirtless, he is still Loren Turin, believe this guy, he is not so easy to defeat!"

"You?!"

"While you shouldn't interject, I suggest you listen to your friend's advice, Lord Ainland. ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince?!" Seeing the figure of His Royal Highness the Prince, the anxious and flustered Ai Yin could only temporarily suppress his mood: "But Loren"

"He's always winning, isn't he?"

Brandon, who appeared at some point, spoke, hugging his shoulders and a kind smile on the corner of his mouth: "By the way, I haven't seen what Loren Torino will look like if he concedes defeat, but it definitely won't be that expression." ”

His Royal Highness the Prince, who had a sly gaze, raised his right hand and pointed to the center of the training ground. The little wizard stared at the jewel-blue eyes in the direction he was pointing.

Loren, he's still laughing?

The black-haired wizard who was trapped in the middle of the field, unscathed, never left the "veteran's" body with a cold look.

Two squads, sixteen legionnaires—even the best warriors of the Broken Mountain Fortress—would never have killed them all unscathed, without any armament or even armor.

This wizard, he's dead!

But why is he still smiling, and why does he still have this faint, not very good premonition?

Why are you still afraid?!

The cold touch of fear flowed irrepressibly into the veteran's heart, and he didn't even dare to look directly into Loren's eyes, and the expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling was almost like saying

You're next!

"Poof——!

The first legionnaire to charge was stabbed through the door by Loren with his halberd.

The halberd blade was drawn, and the corpse fell!

Soldiers on both sides pounced almost simultaneously, shields raised, swords raised, and charged. A grim-faced Loren kicked at one of the shields, using the hilt of his halberd to hold the heavy sword that had been slashed down on the other side.

"Bell ——!"

The kicked soldiers and corpses blocked the pace of enemy attacks behind the flanks, buying the black-haired wizard a brief second, but a second was enough.

The soldier's eyes widened behind the shield, the blocked heavy sword was forcefully overwhelmed, and Loren, who held the halberd in both hands, swung down without hesitation, and the single-edged halberd smashed through the soldier's helmet from top to bottom!

The second one

The halberd was drawn, and Loren did not hesitate to slide backwards to dodge, and the legionnaires who had swooped in the air once again spread out their formation, attacking from three sides.

If you are pinched on three sides at the same time, you will only have a halberd in your hand and you will not be able to use it at all, and you can only be caught in the center by the shield!

Wielding the halberd again, he forced back the enemy in front of him, lowered his head to dodge and let go of the heavy sword stabbed from the other side, the blade almost stabbed against his cheek, and the black-haired wizard who didn't look back held the handle with both hands and danced, backhanding a halberd!

Compared with the spear, the biggest advantage of the halberd is that it has a one-sided halberd blade, which allows it to be wielded like a spear, or jammed the enemy's weapon like a tomahawk, or simply jump over the shield and attack the enemy directly behind.

The cold halberd blade directly smashed the head of the enemy behind him, and Loren, who killed the enemy in an instant, immediately turned around and dodged, directly ignoring the four legionnaires who rushed up to entangle him, and pounced on another enemy with a rainbow of momentum.

After all, what is the key to having more than one enemy?

In fact, it is very simple, it is to move and move quickly, dodge the entanglement of the enemy, and then infinitely create a one-on-one or one-on-two situation, and then solve the enemy as quickly as possible.

Just like now!

Turning around to dodge the other halberd that stabbed at him, Loren jumped up suddenly, and the halberd in his hand danced in the air like a full moon, falling from top to bottom with an unrivaled momentum!

"Poof——!

The kite-shaped shield shattered, and the halberd smashed directly into the soldier's heart through the shoulder blade, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining half of Loren's face.

"So, that's not Leah's?!"

The little wizard who had been watching the battle nervously all the time cried out - she had seen the scene countless times in the Ancient Wood Forest just now, and it was impossible to be more familiar.

Sliding steps, sideways dodges, jumping attacks, wheel dances, and backhand stabs are smooth and elegant, like some kind of quaint dance.

Loren's movement of using the war halberd is completely the move of the elves of the Ancient Wood Forest War Dancers!

When exactly did he learn?!

"Elves' spear skills, it seems that my wizard advisor is a war dancer in addition to the identity of a wizard wandering knight!"

Brandon, who was muttering to himself, praised sincerely, staring at the figure that kept wandering between the legionnaires, and a certain luster in his bright red pupils shone more and more:

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, how many secrets do you still have? I feel more and more difficult to suppress my curiosity!"

"Bell ——!"

The note of the steel blades clashing, and the black-haired wizard's eyes widened suddenly—the soldier who had been smashed through the shoulder blade did not fall, and he stuck the halberd blade with his heavy sword, and his cheeks were flushed and stared at him:

"I've restrained him!" the soldier with blood pouring from the corners of his mouth tried his last breath of strength, refusing to let go:

"It's ——! now"

The next moment, two halberds stabbed at Loren almost at the same time!

Immediately let go of the halberd, dodged the first stabbing halberd, rolled down and grabbed another stick with his shoulder, and then kicked the enemy's shield.

"Click——!

The sound of bone cracking came, and the shoulder of the screaming soldier was directly kicked off by Loren, and the halberd was taken away unwillingly. The already dying soldier behind him collapsed, and more legionnaires rushed up directly on his corpse.

Loren was once again cornered - without the space to dodge, he was dead.

That's right, he's dead, this wizard is dead!

At this moment, the veteran couldn't help but want to roar, wanted to roar, and even wanted to rush directly and tear him to shreds with the legionnaires in charge of the trial.

Then he lifted his head, the one that was unwilling to suffer, and saw how ugly Brandon de Salion's expression was.

Die, die—swearing allegiance to Brandon de Salion is your biggest mistake!

"Loren ——!" the little wizard screamed heartbreakingly as he watched him surrounded by a dozen soldiers.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The sudden explosion resounded in the sky, and the golden-red fire instantly blew away the surrounding legionnaires, and the two who rushed to the front turned into charcoal directly in the flames.

Loren, who was half-crouching on the ground, gritted his teeth and showed a very ugly smile, his right hand half-open and stretched straight ahead, with faint traces of burns remaining on it.

"Have you forgotten that I'm a wizard. ”