"So, do you really intend to kill us?"

Cang Lan smiled abruptly, under her long scarlet curly hair, her beautiful face seemed to have become a little paler, she was still holding the sword, and her body couldn't help but assume the posture of swordsmanship, "Come on!" ”

Sword with sword.

Gross took the initiative to attack, leaving the warhorse, and the sword fighting on the flat ground was like a fish in water for him.

The deception began with the upward pull of the blade, drawing a dazzling curtain of light, and when the two long swords intersected, he used a charge, and the whole person turned into a series of afterimages-

This terrifying speed made people's hair tingle just at a glance, and the mercenaries behind Cang Lan couldn't help but shout.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

It doesn't seem like there are too many rules, but a kind of indomitable momentum is coming.

This is no longer pure swordsmanship, it is the way of fighting, and it is the killing skill that has returned from the sea of corpses and blood-

The strong wind breath brought by Gross's body made Canglan's red curls rise back, and the leader of the Red Feather Mercenary Regiment, a woman with high-level close strength to the inauguration position, her body flashed continuously at high speed, trying her best to dodge the advancing sword.

Canglan's swordsmanship comes from Malvey's mercenary inheritance - the long sword that originally belonged to a man in her hand was raised horizontally by her, forming an airtight line of defense. Under the rhythmic pace, the staggered diagonal figure constantly avoided the light blue blade.

Rush and rush.

The charge lasts 3.0 seconds, which is enough to do a lot of things.

The sword light of the Frost Long Sword pulled out a long, straight and shining line from everyone's sight, and this line seemed to be able to penetrate Cang Lan's body at any time-

If you have a keen eye, you can see that this thin line is not completely parallel to the ground, but it is sinking with some extremely hidden changes.

Charge 2nd stab.

After the battle level was raised to Lv24, Gross's five basic attributes have been continuously strengthened, and now he is beginning to try the combat skills of his previous life little by little-

To be precise, it was the gradual unlocking of those swordsmanship in the memory of this young mountain man's body.

This is the first move of a set of continuous sword techniques.

After the second stage of the charge stabs, changing the center of gravity of the enemy's body, the next change will deal a heavy blow - if the opponent is unaware or unable to resist, the subsequent sword changes are enough to make the battle between the same rank one-sided.

This is the combat skills summarized by the players, and the high-level gloves that have been honed through countless battles and thousands of tempers.

Canglan is a woman, but Gross didn't choose to stay.

The advancing frost long sword was against Cang Lan's blade, and the strength of the aura was transmitted from her fingers and arms to all parts of her body, which also attached the effect of [concussion], and the surface of the skin of her body in the red hunting suit trembled slightly, and she already felt the pressure on the joints of her bones-

Click, click.

The tip of the sword fell to its lowest point and rose sharply.

The sword's original stab suddenly changed to a bottom-up slash.

However, this sudden change had long been in her vigilance - Malvey's mercenary martial arts were rich and varied, such as some insidious erysipelas techniques, and there were not a few.

Suddenly, she was a little shorter.

Physical arts.

This is the edge of the central flat of the Ampton Mine, and not far from the foot is a sparsely wooded hillside, and in the cold winter when everything is dying, all you can see is scattered dead wood branches and some stones of various sizes and shapes.

The sword missed.

Gross stopped, only to see the woman tumble a few times on the ground and fall straight down the hill.

The mercenaries were stunned.

Retracting his gaze, Gross had turned his attention to them.

Sword light.

Screaming for days.

……

"Chirp-"

The year of the new moon has entered the penultimate days, and the maiden has some dry grain in her palm, and is feeding the canary in the birdcage—

It is a small, relatively expensive bird that is almost impossible to see in Nogo in the Northlands.

However, since Princess Samantha and Master Fred returned to Tarun together, Her Royal Highness got a canary with golden feathers all over her body, which also brought a popular craze in the aristocratic circles of Tarun and its vicinity -

The aristocratic ladies of each family, out of their love for the crisp and graceful singing of this bird, began to inquire or inquire about the local merchants passing by—

Of course, businessmen never miss out on any lucrative business.

Soon, through various sources of information to and from Talon, these delicate birds were first sold from hunters to merchants, and the merchants, carefully and carefully tending to them, brought the little animals to Talen, and earned a good Rael from the daughters of these idle and boring nobles.

Andrea Jeffrey lifted the wooden birdcage in her hand and opened the window—

At this time of winter, the wind and snow finally swept through the Tarun area, and the vision was a white scene, with roofs, streets, and trees along the side covered with a layer of snow—

There are occasional figures of activity in the streets, mercenaries and patrolling vigilantes who remain in the area.

Two mercenaries, one tall and one short—

The taller one is actually the height of an ordinary person, and the other person next to him is as short as an undeveloped child, but he is not a child-

Thick arms and thighs, a round waist like a wine barrel, and a long, tangled, braided gray beard with colorful knots.

Mr. Dwarf.

That's what people usually call him.

The names of the dwarves were mostly long and awkward, and the dwarven gentleman had introduced himself to others more than once, but those who were abominable were as intelligent as purebred pigs, and they would wake up the next morning and forget his name.

His full name was Tobe Rodorol Fricisco O. Kunacz Iron Fist.

This is how his name was written down in Elantra script after it was read by humans. In fact, this reading omitted many auxiliary syllables, and some of the words were not read correctly, but when he came to the kingdom of Elant, he also recognized it—

In dwarven language, this is a long sentence, and if the lung capacity is not enough, you will have to take a breather halfway through the name.

Therefore, there are no more than three people who can say his name accurately and casually, and it is an honor that these three guys have the honor of being his sincere friends.

Most of the time, more people called him "Tob", which was the simplest of names, and the dwarven gentleman finally chose to compromise after opposing him countless times to no avail.

"Chocó, you said there would be a big deal in the town of Lorenz, but where is it?"

Walking with his companions into the "Wolf and Whistle" tavern, the dwarven gentleman habitually shouted his loud voice.