The cold moonlight, reflected on the blade, was reflected on Middel's face, making the smile of the Azorean elves a little more eerie.

This is not the first time Loren has seen the appearance of the Azorean long knife.

The "Iron Horseman" in Salika Jonah's hand, the Mithril Sword passed down from generation to generation by the Grand Duke of Boi, is a weapon forged according to the Azorean longsword.

The blade was as narrow as a feather, the edge of the blade was faintly blue, like a clear spring in the moonlight, and the back of the blade was slightly curved inward, allowing her to pull it out of the sheath with great speed.

It's like that moment just now.

The black-haired wizard's face was blue - he guessed that the other party would not let him go, and he also guessed that the other party's swordsmanship was definitely not ordinary, but he didn't expect this guy to be able to suppress the sword of "Bright Silver".

No, not repression... Rather, it was counteracted, and there was something wrong with his knife!

The Azorean elf, who was holding a knife in one hand, raised his right eyebrow, and also showed a somewhat shocked expression.

"A blade of light converging... Interesting, unheard of. Middel's smile showed a little curiosity: "If I hadn't had time to draw the knife just now, I'm afraid half of my torso would have been shattered by this violent blade of light." ”

"Where, where, you are so humble, Lord Middle. Loren barely squeezed out a sneer: "With the knife you just made, I should say this." ”

The cold hairs stand on end, and the heartstrings are tense... It's like a voice in his heart is constantly reminding him.

This Azorean elf in front of him is dangerous, very dangerous.

"It's easy to carry, it's very stealthy, and it's incredibly powerful—such a weapon should be a very rare treasure in the Empire, right?"

"No, no, no, it's not that precious; ”

"Lord Edward, I find you really fond of jokes. ”

"No, no, each other. ”

In the next second, the chatting duo moved almost simultaneously.

"————!!!!"

One white and one blue, the two sharp blades slid in opposite directions, and the frictional flames danced in the darkness!

The black-haired wizard with a blank face instantly turned on "Transcendent Perception" and leaped towards Middel's upper left in an extremely strange gesture.

Almost instantly, the low-pitched Azorean elf protected himself with a long knife, raised his scabbard in front of him, and retracted his knife and rushed forward.

The next moment, the blade that disappeared from Loren's sight once again poked out the snake letter like a poisonous snake.

Straight to the door.

Poof——!

Even though he hadn't touched it, the screaming air still tore a hole in Loren's sideburns, and several strands of hair were chopped to pieces in midair.

And the sword of "Bright Silver" has also taken a step ahead and swept towards the top of the head of the Azorean elf.

The smiling Middel didn't move, and the flashing arc of light only touched the ends of his hair, cutting off the ponytail's headband, and the dark brown strands of hair fell down.

"Bell ——!"

The two edges meet again, and they are ready to go.

In less than half a second, the two people with opposite eyes also dodged each other's fatal sword by only a fraction of a second, forcing the other guy to retreat.

Middel frowned slightly, as if surprised by the bright silver that was still in Loren's hand.

The black-haired wizard with a blank face quickly regained his composure, and his left hand behind his back pinched his snapping fingers, never letting go.

At that moment just now, if the "Force Impact" was used, the Azorean elves on the opposite side should have already lay down.

But he can't... The sound of the air explosion was enough to wake up most of the Fog Moon Court - he was passive.

"What to do?"

The Azorean elf spoke again, the corners of his mouth recurred, and he walked away with a knife in one hand: "You can't be discovered, you can't make up your mind to kill me, and you have to be careful not to be killed by me......"

"Lord Edward, what are you going to do?"

Loren, with a sword in both hands, set up the "Bright Silver", and aimed the sword at Middel - this guy is more troublesome than expected, and... Still a chatterbox.

"That sword is enough to prove that you are also an excellent swordsman, but... You'll probably have more than just a sword. Middle's voice is very leisurely, like a leisurely stroll:

"The feeling of being forced to compete with me in this room, which is less than ten paces wide and nine paces long, must be painful for you, right?"

But to put it another way, life is like this—even if you have the power to destroy the world, you must not be constrained by rules and regulations in the end, and you have to do your best to exert a small part of your abilities under all kinds of restrictions, and you must also take care of these rules and regulations, and not be destroyed by yourself and your enemies. ”

"The more you stand at the top, the more you hold the power of life and death, the easier it is to have such feelings. ”

Middle, who was talking to himself, was still talking, as if the next second was his own death, and he wanted to finish everything he wanted to say before he died.

"Your Excellency Edward, have you ever felt like this?"

"I don't know. Loren, who had a cold face, didn't listen to him at all.

"Well... It's a pity. Smiling Middle, shaking his head and sighing.

In the next second, he attacked again without warning, and the fierce sword wind came first.

"Bell ——!"

The black-haired wizard, who didn't have time to react, instinctively dodged sideways, parried and blocked, and a spark exploded in the center of the sword.

After the sword... It's your own heart.

The frightened Loren's eyes widened, and the power of "beyond perception" was fully exerted, causing the air and light around him to become slow, dull, and stagnant.

At that moment, he could barely see the movements of the Azorean elf—the figure of the other party did not move, but the afterimage of the knife stabbed into the center of the sword with the shaking of his wrist, and he walked away with a touch.

But... Impossible.

There was at least three steps between the two people, and the Azorean long knife was only a one-handed knife, and no matter how you look at it, it definitely didn't have a three-step length.

In other words, Middell took a step forward in that instant, his arm stretched forward, and the blade stabbed straight out, almost piercing himself through the chamber!

And when he turned on "beyond perception", he only had time to see the afterimage of his wrist shaking.

How fast the hell is he?!

"Ding ——!"

Another sharp note of the collision of blades, suddenly resounded in the dark room.

It's too late to think about it... The black-haired wizard's face froze, and the gray-blue sword light approached the face of the Azorean elf, and the two sharp blades pulled and tore through the air with a scream, and they quickly met in midair.

The figures of both sides paused at the same time, one left and one right, each dodging and sliding, and exchanged positions at the moment of touch.

The moment he turned back, Loren instinctively tilted his head slightly to the left, and he dodged a stab to the center of his eyebrows, and the sword stood up, blocking the blade of the Azorean long knife.

Midl seems to subconsciously want to put the knife away, but it's too late... The black-haired wizard has already taken the lead. The bladed sword dragged a string of dazzling sparks towards his gaping open door.

As long as it hits, a single sword can cut off his head.

"Bang ——!"

The bright red scabbard stood in the way of the sword, and it was almost a moment's frustration before it broke in two, but it was enough for Middel in this moment.

Enough for him to twist and stride, grasp the hilt of the knife with both hands, and slash head-on from behind the black-haired wizard!

"Bell ——!"

Another crisp note, and Loren, who had missed, was able to parry a beam of moonlight falling from behind him... Both sides seem to maintain some kind of "tacit understanding", suppressing the sound of sharp blades colliding to a minimum.

The dark room was once again dead silent.

The black-haired wizard, who was gasping slightly, glanced at the shattered scabbard on the ground, and then turned his gaze to the Azorean elf opposite—Middle, who had lost his scabbard, now held the knife in both hands, and his left foot forward, the long knife held flat on the right side of his body.

I really don't know if it's good or bad... Maybe I made a mistake, but not necessarily.

"You... I've been pleasantly surprised, Lord Edward. Shaking his head, the corners of Middel's mouth once again bloomed into a gentle smile: "Immodestly, I thought that within three swords, I would be able to end this battle." ”

"Where, where, this should be replaced by me. The black-haired wizard said coldly: "It's the first time I've seen such a fast knife." ”

Even the bayonet of a certain night watchman, Edward, was nowhere near as good as him.

However, in the next second, Midl showed a very strange expression, and then smiled dumbly.

Loren frowned slightly.

How... Did you misunderstand something?

"But... What really amazes me is how quickly you can adapt to such a restrictive battle—as a guard of the Emperor's court, and it's hard to imagine the difficult battles you've encountered. ”

Smiling and whispering, Middel narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze shot to the black-haired wizard's cheek: "That, that's... Magic, right?"

"Oh, don't doubt it, it's just pure curiosity - magic is still a novelty in the Azores, and only a few young children are learning, and samurai like us really don't understand it at all. ”

"Having said that, all of this is thanks to the alchemist of the Sakran Empire, Master Harlem Van Ashamai, who left a complete set of texts and drawings on Eagle Howling Island, and personally taught three alchemists, leaving a legacy. ”

"Whistling Eagle Island is no longer the deserted border island of the past, but a wizarding mecca for young children to pursue new knowledge—if it weren't for my age, I'd love to try to learn it. ”

Midl said with a bit of emotion, with a bit of yearning in his eyes.

"......" Loren Turin.

For a moment, the black-haired wizard really had the kind of turn and immediately returned to the Morning Star Forest, strangling to death a certain alchemist who was not ashamed to play teacher-student love and sister flowers!

The current Azorean kingdom no longer "understands" the wizarding system of the empire, but has established its own wizarding system based on what Ashmai left behind.

With the talent of the Azorean elves who can dream anytime and anywhere, coupled with decades of accumulation, the strength of their wizarding class has definitely reached a very amazing point!

At the same time, Midel on the other side was still talking.

"Well, that would make sense - I don't know who you are, but I guess it's my first time in the Misty Moon Court, and if you can pass through the noses of so many War Dancers without being detected, you must have some kind of 'Insight' kind of magic that allows you to easily evade the patrolling War Dancers. ”

"Also, just the first time I came to find my room so smoothly... It's not a secret, but it does mean that you know I exist, or know where I am. ”

"The lightsaber in your hand... I don't know how it works, but it must have something to do with 'magic' or 'alchemy', and at the first moment of the confrontation with me, he put his left hand behind his back, and then switched to holding the sword with both hands, presumably because he was going to use some kind of magic, but in the end he was afraid that the movement would be too loud, so he gave up, right?"

"And the pattern on your face, it must be some kind of magic that can improve your reflexes... Oh, there is no disparagement of you, but before and after use, your reaction has clearly risen more than one step, and you can even block my sword by instinct;"

"And your sleeves, on both sides—not obvious, but there seems to be some kind of mechanism hidden underneath them, and I'm ashamed to say that I've always been interested in these delicate things, so I'm a little more sensitive......"

In the face of this endless Azorean elf, the black-haired wizard's attention remained on the tip of his knife, waiting for the moment of stabbing without squinting.

In the next second, still chattering Meadle, his wrist shook violently again, and the tip of the knife was bullied head-on!

In the whistling sound of tearing the air, the Azorean long knife reflecting the moonlight exuded a murderous aura, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, making people defenseless.

Really!

Expressionless, Loren's body moved instinctively again, and the moment he slid and dodged, the gray-blue sword light blocked in front of him.

"Ding ——!"

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and long knives and swords intertwined in the air.

The black-haired wizard, who looked like an unpredictable prophet, had already flashed sideways the moment the tip of the knife stabbed his throat, leaving only a fine blood mark on the left side of his neck.

The sword of "Bright Silver" in his hand was raised, forcing Middel's second sword back.

Middel, who had failed in one blow, did not dwell on it, and immediately slid backwards to retreat three steps away, and set up the long knife in his hand again.

The black-haired wizard who was lucky enough to survive had a look of horror written on his face.

Yes, at that moment, his gaze shifted from the tip of the knife to Middel's form;

And then he saw ... At the moment when the tip of the knife approached, at the moment when he felt the killing intent, the other party's figure ......

Not a single move!

The Azorean elf, who noticed Loren's expression, smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"Hmm... It can be detected in two encounters, and it is worthy of being a guard who can be so trusted by His Majesty the Emperor. Middlel smiled slightly, as if he was really expressing his admiration: "A lot of people... Many elves, at the moment of being throated and pierced, don't know how they missed. ”

Loren's expression was hard to see.

"This is the sword of the lower sword, or rather, the unique way of swordsmanship, the way of the samurai—just as you human wizards will also divide your own school. ”

"A... It is incompatible with the temper below.,Very insidious, vicious and despicable tricks.。 ”

“...... Shadow Sword. ”