"No...... I'm here to meet you. ”

Wille said the welcome was a surprise to her, but she didn't need it.

"I hope you're ready for your own death."

"I don't think my traces will be revealed...... Before you do it, can you tell me where exactly I divulged my whereabouts? Weir quietly looked at the woman who walked by, the torch in her hand flickering.

"You don't need to know."

"Let me think, at the time of the fair, yes? The one who kept staring at me was you. ”

The woman who was walking forward was slightly stunned, "So you found out." ”

"It looks like we're going to have to fight." Ver smiled and lowered the hand behind his back. "Otherwise, some people will not be at ease, will they?"

The woman on the other side frowned, then said with relief, "So you found out." ”

With a wave of his torch, Wiel extinguished the fire in his hand, and the entire forest floor was plunged into a darkness.

In the pure moonlight, the blade of the sword is even colder.

In the dark night, the spirit of war was awesome.

"I'm curious, where are you from?" The female swordsman on the opposite side began to walk around Veil, observing Veil's movements.

"I'm from far away, and you're not interested in knowing."

"It's okay, I'll see it from your movements." The female swordsman stopped in one place. "You'd better be prepared...... I'm coming! ”

The woman stepped on the ground, stepped the fallen leaves on the ground out of a small pit, and flew up, the long sword in her hand slashed through a moon wheel, and the cold wind pressure hit Weier, the long sword was not a three-foot breeze, but a serious broad-bladed sword.

"With a sword." Ver saw that the sword was fierce, only slightly weaker than the knight's chief, but these differences were probably only between women and men, not in skill.

If the Knight Chief's use of full strength at that time was all his might, then this woman's skill might be even higher than that of the Knight Chief.

The blue magic flowed through Veir's arm, and there was nothing wrong with pretending to be a mage like this, at least it could make the mages in the mage assembly less wary of themselves.

You can't take this blow hard, otherwise, the woman will probably find out where her strengths are.

Dodging away, the cold wind blew through Will's hair, and lifted forward, and as Wille flew back, an icy chill enveloped the female swordsman in the direction from which he came.

In mid-air, the woman shrank down, the whole person was short in the air, and the long sword in her hand retracted an arc in the air, slashing at the place where Weir had just retreated.

With this force, the female swordsman threw herself out, and the silver boots under her feet, with a cold and hard light, and a sound that broke through the air, bypassed the cold fog and kicked towards Veel.

Will threw his wand forward, collided with the swordswoman's heel, and flew upside down with a force of force.

And Weir also took advantage of this gap to dodge the attack of the female swordsman.

"Well done." The female swordsman fell to the ground and, with a wave of her hand, drew the long sword from the ground, placing the tip of the other side on the arm of the other side.

"So are you." Will smiled, stretched out his hand into the distance, and a blue halo returned to Wei Er's hand in the somewhat surprised look of the female swordsman opposite.

"Try your hand at close-quarters."

As she spoke, the woman took a few small staggered steps and came to the front of Vere. With the sword in his hand, he stabbed the heavy broadsword into Will's chest with a nimble speed.

Ver didn't do anything else, just pressed his wand to the tip of his sword.

"Resist accurately, you have a very good magic item. Mr. Weir. ”

The female swordsman's tip was blocked, and the handle of the long sword in her hand was pivoted with her other hand, and she pushed forward with the hand holding the hilt of the sword as hard as if pushing a gate.

The gauntlet, like an iron hammer, slammed into Veel with the sound of the wind.

With one hand on the wand, he stood on the ground, leaning back, the hilt of the sword slashing across the tip of his nose.

At the same time, a chill emanated from Veel's wand and shot straight into the woman's shoulder.

The longsword immediately cocked, turning its back to the ice crystal.

At that moment, instead of blocking the ice crystal, it shot the ice crystal to the ground on the side with a slightly oblique angle, only on the back of the sword, and on the ground where it landed, forming a layer of ice.

The woman drew her sword back, and Ver stood up.

"You just let me?" The woman slung her sword to the ground and asked Ver in a cold voice.

Wiel stepped back and stood there, "There is no point in fighting like this, you might as well sit down and talk about it." ”

"I still think combat is the best language...... I want to see how real you are when you come to the Mage's Assembly. The woman smiled contemptuously. And until now, I have not been able to find faith in your battles, what exactly are you fighting for? There is no answer to your psyche. ”

So saying, the woman drew her sword from the ground and slashed at Ver without saying a word.

The two fought in this small birch clearing.

One side is just hiding, and the other side is chasing and chopping.

"Perhaps." Weir also smiled lightly, ", I just wanted to find Bo Ruisi, who would have thought that I could encounter these troublesome things?!" If there had been nothing to do here, he would have found some people and gone to the sea to find Bo Ress. ”

The person who cuts it is either incapable or merciful. The people who hid did not return fire, but just dodged and harassed.

The great sword under the silver moon swung delicately in front of Weier, and in the close combat, there was no stagnation in the slightest.

The small sound of the wand and the blade of the sword colliding with each other kept coming, and occasionally, a few ice crystals flew out from the side and smashed into the ground.

The two of them fought inextricably, neither of them said anything, but just moved sideways through the leafy forest.

Except for the tiny sound of collisions, only the wind is the loudest in this forest.

The feeling of the female swordsman is very strange, as a member of the mage assembly, her combat ability is recognized as the strongest, but here, she has used her best strength, but there is still a feeling that her strength is in the cotton.

She was a mage, although she used a longsword because her father wanted her to join the Church.

But the power in her body doomed her, but because of this, her swordsmanship was rarely matched.

Coupled with one's own ability, it is to make oneself or others have more strength, agility, and flexibility than ordinary people.

to be able to fight as a mage, wielding a long sword.

Under her father's years of training, she has been able to see the opponent's weaknesses and habits from the opponent's combat path.

Coupled with years of displacement, wandering, and self-reliance.

Let her unconsciously master the ability to grasp the psychology of the other party from the attack posture, or the skill.

Cowardice, passion, disdain, anger...... The perception of all kinds of emotions allows her to clearly detect the psychology of the other party.

But...... But the person in front of her named Weir, she couldn't see through.

For all his attacks, he can take them seemingly thrilling but with ease, giving people a feeling of 'letting you', but he doesn't have the kind of disdain that is destined to flow naturally when he knows that he will not be defeated.

He seemed to be trying really hard to avoid his attacks, but all the temptations were like stones thrown into the sea, or broken sand, and they couldn't even stir up the slightest wave.

Is this really the case with this person...... Do you have a mindset that doesn't matter?

So why did he join the Mage Assembly? Apparently he had been hunted by the knights, and apparently he had told Bode that he would help the mage assembly complete its plan.

Is he sincere?

The female swordsman didn't know, she hated it.

It was as if she was facing a ball of air, a ball of cotton, and silenced all her temptations.

"Tell me!" The female swordsman's movements gradually became wide open and closed, "Tell me with your movements!" ”

Ver frowned, such a move was fully capable of using the advantages of the greatsword and making his defense difficult.

It's not that he can't prevent it, but that Veil still needs to judge which blow can be followed and which blow must be 'dodged'.

If he takes too heavy a blow, will his mage identity be questioned?

Veil can't go and make things happen to himself.

Weiel's momentary confusion was sensed by the female swordsman. "You still have doubts in your heart!" The rounded sword was slashed down, and Ver had to retreat hurriedly.

"Tell me your answer!" The female swordsman was unforgiving, twisted her body and made a wrong move, and the long sword brought out another wind, and Weir had no choice but to retreat.

"When you're cornered!"

"When you have to take the plunge!"

"When you have to make a choice!" A sword quicker than a sword, forcing Ver into a pile of birch.

"You! How to choose! The female swordsman slashed out a sword, and the blade cut through the wind, and even at the tip of the sword, the wind turned into a sharp blade.

The sword slashed through the birch, slicing the entire tree in half.

The sword stopped in the air.

The birch slowly parted and fell.

"I will choose to rebel...... I don't know if this answer is enough? Vere placed his wand against the back of the swordswoman's head.

The female swordsman smiled softly.

"Pretty moves, Mr. Wille." The swordswoman got the answer in that instant, though it wasn't what Wille had said, "You passed my test, and although I still can't believe in your purpose, you have no ill will in this operation." ”

"That's what it is." Ver lowered his wand and landed on his wrist in a streamer.

The woman in front did not look back, but directly put the long sword on her back.

"Come with me, Mr. Will, we're going here." As she spoke, the woman began to go in a direction ahead, not towards the high slope.

Weir paused, straightened his clothes, and followed.