"And another?"

Sherlock ended his fantasies about a bright future, stood up and clapped his hands, walked to the shore, and glanced at Eric below.

"I don't think you're at much risk just now, or—"

"Wow"

Half of the muddy armor on Celio's body was shattered.

The merciless reality was like a slap in the face, slapping Sherlock in the face, and his words were interrupted.

The merchant snorted coldly with a stiff neck.

Silio didn't speak, in fact he didn't have much to say, although the brand on his body was only a half-finished product, and it couldn't even limit his strength, but the confinement on himself was extremely strong, and after so long, there was no sign of loosening at all.

"There's one left, figure out how to get it up."

The merchant rubbed his chin and looked at Eric below.

"I've met a good product today, and when I go back, I might be able to get you a few wizard props, such as your dream - flying?"

Silio nodded indifferently, he understood his master's intentions - in the Samican proverb it is "a mallet and a dose of medicine", but the merchant in front of him seemed to be better at playing with a mallet.

He tied Amatho with a dark green net. This material, derived from the Styx Aquatic Plants, seems to have a miraculous effect on the soul, and the Hipsters use it to create branding, as well as a series of items for wizards and spirits. Then pick up the broken mud and try to reknead them.

But just as he was squatting down to pick something up, a tiny ripple on the ground caught his attention.

"Someone's coming."

He jerked to his feet and drew his sword.

Sherlock hurriedly ducked behind him.

……

Two days have passed since Surya successfully disembarked.

For two days, she had been walking west along the path next to the ghost stake, but she had never seen a single living person.

Not to mention living people, not even living beings, nothing but the dim sky and the glowing air masses (souls) that fell from the sky.

During this time, Grace remained unconscious, and her cracked shell fell off, like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg, revealing a glowing amber core.

Fortunately, since leaving the River Styx, she has been whispering less often with a painful expression, and her body temperature has not decreased, which has put Surya at ease.

Inspired by her, Surya noticed that her skin seemed to glow faintly. Just like a piece of lighting crystal with a layer of transparent flesh-colored gelatin, but it can't hide the warm light below, it is very conspicuous in such a dim sky.

"What the hell is this place?"

The girl muttered, and with a flip of her hand, the dark scroll appeared.

The pitch-black sword vanished, as if it had become something like this.

She lost consciousness as soon as she slashed out the balance-shattering sword, and in a trance she heard a roar in her ears and felt a powerful suction. She understood that the culprit of all this was a strange vortex, and that the vortex was created by the collision of the Black Sword with Mr. Shans's wooden sword.

So what about the inexplicably hostile swordsman? Who is he? Where did it come from? She didn't know each other at all, but the other party was full of murderous intent towards her, and some people even died because of her.

Although Mr. Wood was a servant of the Three Princes, his courage at that moment is unforgettable for Surya, and it was his sacrifice that brought the girl back from the brink of despair.

(Wood's soul descended on the River Styx before them, and had been transformed...... ）

As she scrutinized the scroll, a roar was heard in the distance.

The girl hurriedly stood up, looked into the distance, and saw that the river was like a mad monster, gathering two large hands, exactly like the scene that had happened to her two days before.

"Is there anyone trying to break free from the river like I am?"

She hesitated for a moment, then ran briskly with Grace on her back.

Halfway through the run, she felt that something was wrong: from a distance, there seemed to be three people on the other side, and one of them, an amber soul like Grace, was tied up and thrown aside, which was particularly dazzling, and the other two were more like hunters who were examining their prey.

She thought for a moment and hid Grace behind the ghost stake, while she held Lancelot's wooden sword and walked slowly forward with the help of cover.

But even so, it was discovered by the other party, and the old man who looked like a swordsman looked over the moment his fingers touched the ground, and Surya just gathered his feet to hide behind the tree.

The palm of his hand was attached to the tree, and the lilac sword qi drilled out from between his fingers, piercing a small hole in the ghost wood.

Through the small hole, the girl saw that the old swordsman was approaching at a very fast speed.

Every step of the other party is very regular, as if it has been measured, and there is almost no sound or fluctuation.

"Looks like we're going to fight?"

She jumped out and was about to catch up, but saw the other party suddenly stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"Huh? Frightened by my sudden appearance? Or is it a ruse? ”

The girl couldn't help but be a little puzzled, her feet froze, and she subconsciously took out the spare heavy sword and prepared to defend - she had many of the same standard weapons.

Immediately after that, the other party stood up and accelerated again, and faster.

"It's a ruse."

……

Cyrio stared into the distance, and a figure that emitted a glimmer of light flashed back behind the ghost stake at a very fast speed, sneaky.

He couldn't help but wonder a little, who was the other party?

Looking at this light, it seems that it is also an outsider, but why is the light so dim, and it can still run ashore on its own?

"What do you see?"

Sherlock couldn't help but ask, and he followed Celio's gaze, but found nothing.

"There's something weird, I'll go over and take a look first."

Silio pulled off his scattered outfit and ran quickly behind the tree where Suria was, when the girl happened to drill a hole in the tree, saw this scene, and jumped out.

"An outsider woman! Can you go ashore alone!? Sherlock's eyes lit up. Don't hurt her! ”

His warnings reach the depths of Celeo's mind through the bonds of the brand.

"Hmph."

The old swordsman snorted coldly, and he couldn't be clearer about the dirty thoughts in the other party's head.

As he thought this, a scorching stinging pain came from behind him, causing him to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"Damn it!"

The old swordsman looked back angrily, only to see Sherlock's triumphant face.

"Be honest with me, don't be boring."

"As you wish, my master."

Subject to the stigma, he said with gnashing of teeth.

I swear I won't let you get your wish this time, the old swordsman took another step with a cold face, and faster.

……

The distance between the two quickly shortened.

Because Silio was the first to run, he was faster when they met, and with the advantage of his height and arm length, Suria was the first to get into his range.

On the other hand, Surya understands that in an unfamiliar environment, facing an unfamiliar enemy, a mage may choose to gather intelligence to control the situation, and use knowledge and mind to formulate the most reasonable tactics, but swordsmen are different, for them, the most reasonable way is to completely suppress the opponent from the beginning until the end of the battle to enjoy the victory.

So when she saw the other party's intention to attack, she also quickly counterattacked.

After a long period of training, she used her heavy sword like a finger to her fingers, and when she swung it out with the sound of whirring wind, she had already used this power to lift her body in the air, so that she launched an attack in advance outside the opponent's attack range.

After all, people don't run as fast as they do.

Faced with his opponent's sudden leap, Celio was slightly stunned - not that it surprised him, but he suddenly felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar.

Blonde hair, purple eyes, surging eyes and eager expressions on their faces......

From the beginning, this sense of familiarity lingered in his heart, until the moment Surya swung his sword, this familiarity was even stronger.

But he still has to fight, because the hot brand behind him is driving him.

Cyrio let out a roar - a skill unique to veterans on the battlefield that can be learned by Warrior players at level 20, and has the effect of weakening the enemy's defense and attack power, depending on the level and stat difference between the two sides, and triggering the 'Fear' dbuff if the difference is too large.

(As an aside: custom roar sounds were available for subscription from the Workshop at the time, with the most popular being Lok'tar O'gar and Fus-Ro-Dah.)

At the beginning, there was a line of official small print under the explanation of this skill, which was called "So you understand why the soldier's voice is not very good".

On the one hand, such an angry roar emboldens himself, and on the other hand, an old soldier like Silio who crawled out of the pile of dead people will involuntarily carry a bad spirit, and if the opponent is an ordinary person, he may really be frightened for a moment.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and a moment of hesitation is enough to kill.

But his opponent is a genius girl who has studied under three legendary swordsmen (Rhine-Lancelot-Crito), and he majored in a two-handed sword with "faith" as the core, how could he be frightened by this little thing. Her heavy sword slammed into the other's chest like a door panel with a whirring wind.

Silio didn't mean to dodge at all, but used the long sword against the sword body of the heavy sword, the tip of the sword seemed to be with high-quality glue, and it was firmly glued to the heavy sword, and couldn't help but withstand the girl's menacing attack, and forced back in the opposite direction.

In fact, this is not an adhesion at all, but the strength of the two sides is not at all on an order of magnitude, and Surya feels an irresistible force from the sword. If no more measures are taken to save it, the sword is estimated to be broken, so the sword is forced to defend and collect the sword across the chest.

The heavy sword mixed with star sand originally made by Thorin was destroyed in the battle with Lina, and although she still has a spare, it is already reluctant to take it out of the spatial ring.

However, despite her repeated retreats, a crack appeared at the junction between the blade and the tip of the opponent's sword, and at the same time, a steady stream of tremendous force passed along the spreading crack.

Surya bit her lip and stepped back with a kick.

However, the opponent's sword still followed like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The girl placed the wooden sword across her chest with her other hand, and her left hand against the blade of the sword, colliding with the tip of the opponent's sword, and the wooden sword bent in a terrible arc that could touch her throat.

Silio was a little surprised, the other party's sword with no visible material was so tough and elastic? But at this moment, he also thought about the direction of the next sword.

The long sword was slightly skewed, and a spark rubbed out on the body of the wooden sword, which instantly disappeared in the air, and it was about to slide away and stab the girl's throat, but it suddenly froze.

Opportunity!

Sensing the other party's intentions, Surya was also stunned for a moment, she didn't have time to be surprised, and immediately took advantage of the momentum of retreat to bend her body into an arch, and the sword body was also tilted, swiping upward, as if building an inclined launch pad, and the tip of the opponent's sword was pushed out along the wrong track.

At the same moment, Silio, who had missed the opportunity, had a hideous expression, his eyes were red, and the brand on his back was unbearably warm, and the pain made the muscles on his face tremble.

This bastard, don't you know that the most taboo interruption in the battle?!

"I told you not to hurt her! Are you deaf!? ”

The fat-gutled merchant came angrily.

"Shut up!"

Silio roared angrily and flew out under the effect of inertia, and the two of them passed in a horizontal direction, and when they were about to miss, Suria's long sword across his chest swung out with purple light, stabbing the opponent's left chest.

The blow came very quickly, and Silio's sword was old, and there was no way to dodge it.

But he showed impressive defensive skills.

The hilt of the sword turned one hundred and eighty degrees in his palm, like a bear child holding a knife and fork, if a swordsmanship teacher saw this scene, he would definitely educate him fiercely.

However, such an irregular way of holding the sword created an impermeable barrier that firmly protected his left chest.

"Bell—"

Sulia's sword was cut open like a metal chopstick flicked off a propeller, and not only that, but a familiar sense of frustration also welled up in his heart.

It all happened in a flash of light, and a moment later the two switched places, each standing still, looking at each other.

The girl was a little confused, she couldn't remember where she had experienced this scene, the sense of déjà vu was too strong, she dared to pack a ticket and definitely fought with the other party, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Compared to her, Celio was much more uncomfortable, as if to punish him for his "rebellion", Sherlock deliberately urged the brand, tormenting him without affecting his strength.

The piercing pain is indescribable, it comes from the depths of the soul, and it does not become numb by the accumulation of time, but makes the nerves more and more sensitive.

He could feel his soul tremble with pain, and his body would convulse involuntarily.

The battle must be resolved as soon as possible, he thought, and rushed at his feet with a kick.

Seeing that the other party was rushing over again, Sulia didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously used the white crow swordsmanship with the strongest defensive ability.

"Shoddy (1999 gold coins/piece of top-of-the-line tabula rasake, what should the blacksmith of Morningstar think...... The heavy sword can't play much role at this time, and the White Crow swordsmanship only needs a sword, which is very suitable.

However, what she didn't expect was that the other party stopped when he saw this swordsmanship.

Not only that, but it seems to be ...... Still crying?

Wait a minute...... White Crow Swordsmanship!

His airtight defense when he attacked the opponent's left chest just now......

This familiarity...... At the beginning of the White Rock Mine, the bone spirit swordsman who fought with him!?

Well...... Resurrected. It's a real ...... to go home this time It's hard to say, but I have time to tell you how my excrement has changed dramatically in shape and color. It's so touching.