Freya understands that she doesn't have that kind of talent for cooking, and since she was in Buch, she has used her unyielding character to make up for this gap, and she has used much more sweat than others to recover the differences between people little by little. The full-text and ad-free novels are all biquge.info on Aishang Novel Network

But it's not as simple as it seems.

Over time, Freya has come to discover that the gap between people sometimes doesn't seem to be something that can be bridged with effort.

It's like there are so many capable people in this academy that she's insignificant in such a crowd. Like a small firefly, under the light of the bright moon, the little pride that was left in Buchi has disappeared completely.

In front of her was a knight cadet from the senior ranks, with a median strength of silver, and the director was on the same level as Bresson: In fact, if it weren't for the fact that this game limited the maximum strength to the peak of black iron, the two sides would only fight with their understanding of swordsmanship" I'm afraid Freya has already fallen to the ground But that's it, she will also feel that her hands holding the sword are a little trembling.

But the frowning senior student was also carefully circling her, "The tenacious style of play shown by Freya earlier also made him suffer a lot, the annual championship tournament of the Wang Li Cavalry Academy has had a rule that makes everyone complain from the beginning, no one has time to rest between matches, and everyone must pay the price for the excessive amount of body they wasted in the last battle."

It is said that the founder of the academy set such a rule in order to let the students understand that no enemy will give you on the battlefield, and it is reasonable, the rule is that "you must learn to keep your body, only in this way can you live longer on the battlefield."

The original intention of the establishment of the Wang Li Cavalry Academy was to export the best military talents to this ancient kingdom, and in the era of peace, all the cadets who went out from here were trained as middle and senior non-commissioned officers. Even those who graduated with honors may be selected for the royal knights as soon as they step out of the academy.

Therefore, there are many people who have climbed to the sky in one step.

Like this annual tournament of champions, this knight tournament is played on a points-based system, where students can earn points for battles between different grades, and a brutal single-elimination system is implemented. Only the one who stands last can receive the title of "Knight of Champions, which represents the highest honor of the Academy."

After the champion knight is decided, the best knight in each grade will be selected according to the points.

Basically, these people can already be marked with honors.

I have to say that although this system is not very fair, it can more truly reflect the kind of life-and-death struggle on the battlefield. Just like the famous words of the original founder of the academy: Luck is not only your strength, but also one of your greatest dependences, this sentence is used to describe An Leia at this moment, but as she only has the strength of the black iron midstream, of course, this speed of progress is extremely rare among ordinary people, "It can be said that it is the biggest reading for the sweat she has put in these days, but here, it is far from enough: Freya feels that she has no extra strength to react to the other party's actions."

She could barely keep up with the other man's movements in circles, and then prayed that luck would favor her, or that it would be more appropriate to use a miracle at the moment.

Her opponent seemed to notice this, too, "After carefully confirming that the opponent was not deliberately deceiving, the senior student launched a decisive attack.

The sword struck from the right rear, which was the most difficult to defend against, and Freya didn't think much of it, or didn't have the strength to think about it. She raised her sword in an almost subconscious motion, "but it was like a blessing to her heart, and the next moment she let the other party's blade pass through the cage handle of the long sword in her hand."

There was a spicy stinging sensation in his hand, "However, the other party was also slightly stunned. Freya didn't want to "backhanded, and the splitter pulled the opponent's sword blade back on the cage handle, said that the other party was stunned, and pressed an elbow against the guy's chest.

The cadet flew straight out, but when he got up again, "Freya's sword was already on his neck."

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?" The first thing the student said when he got up was to ask, "He saw bright red blood beads dripping down the girl's hands, which were a little dazzling.

"........." Freya didn't answer.

In fact, this will make her own mind a little confused~ The last move just now was clearly in a hurry, remembering the sword moves that Brando had used, she didn't think it was so subtle when she first saw Brando use it, but now that she thinks about it, those tricks are really practical.

But she thought that if it was Brando's use, she would not hurt her own hand.

"I admit defeat......" The senior student sitting on the ground was stunned for a moment, and finally raised his hand. Freya then saw the black-haired, shoulder-hanging female knight who was the referee outside the field walk in, who parted the two with a cold face as always, and then looked back at her.

"I've heard you've been on the battlefield......" Nimeheath asked in a cold tone.

Freya noticed that there was a deep suspicion in the other party's eyes, and she rarely saw superfluous love in those dark eyes, as if the female rider was wearing a cold mask all the time, but this mask was a little loose at the moment.

The girl was a little strange, but nodded anyway. In the Wang Li Cavalry Academy, the person who dares to work against this senior sister has not yet been born.

"Is it the undead of Mardara?"

"Yes......"

"The swordsmanship you used just now" can you use it again? Freya paused, and she felt like she was about to faint.

But Nimeheath also saw her embarrassment, and no longer insisted, but said: "That sword just now has the shadow of Eruin's military swordsmanship" and the knight's swordsmanship taught in the academy is not the same way, I heard that you were a militiaman......"

Freya nodded again.

"But whether it's the swordsmanship of the militia" or the swordsmanship of the garrison, it's not this kind of straightforward murderous swordsmanship, it's like the real Eruin battle array swordsmanship...... "The black-haired female knight frowned" and looked at her deeply: "You're from Buche?" Do you know anyone in the Whitemane Legion? Freya was stunned, she didn't know why this senior, who usually took care of herself, would force herself to ask these strange questions here one after another today.

She shook her head, of course.

But now Freya is no longer the country girl of Buchi who didn't know anything back then, "A few months of study has given her a lot of insight." She thought back to the sword she had used before, and the many swordsmanship that Brando had used, "as if they all had one thing in common, to put it simply, concisely."

An extremely concise swordsmanship, as if there was no need for a superfluous routine, as if it were purely a swordsmanship used to achieve victory. Freya could imagine the effect of this swordsmanship on the battlefield, and it was no wonder that Nimeheath's predecessors called it murderous swordsmanship.

In retrospect, Brando's shots were clean and "surprisingly fast."

But when she came back to her senses, she saw Nime Heath's dark eyes staring at her. She was taken aback, she had never seen this senior sister like this, but after a while, the other party just said to her: "Actually, it's not pure Eruin battle array swordsmanship......

Freya was stunned for a moment, and her heart jumped slightly, what do you mean?

"Are you hiding anything, Freya......"

The girl hurriedly shook her head, and the ponytail at the back of her head swayed with it.

"Well, it's a modified Eruin Battle Array sword......" Nimeheath straightened up, looking a little strange: "I've seen this kind of swordsmanship......"

Freya watched as Nimeheath finished saying this and turned around and walked towards another venue. But a pale slowly oozed from her face, and she suddenly thought of a possibility that this woman knew Brando.

"Who's that?" , the half-elf princess turned around, "Who?" "The student who won before", Magdal looked at the crowded field below: "I saw Sister Nime Heath talking to her for a while, as if it was a girl Griffiin looked at her, and then suddenly.

"That's Everton's daughter," the silver-haired girl sighed at once, "but it seems that she has not inherited her father's talent." Although it is already very good, it is not the best among the students in this class, and it is far worse than her father......"

"Griffith, that's because the students of this batch are so good." Although the nun princess is not good at swordsmanship, her wisdom and insight are enough to make up for this gap: "That young man named Bresson, and two other people, I have heard you mention them more than once......"

The silver-haired girl smiled, "Yes, Lord Martha is still looking forward to Eruin. "I'm going to pick the best of each of the senior and junior divisions to go with you to Ampesel, Tiny; Among the students in this batch, I and I both think that it is necessary to focus on training and let them leave here to exercise, which is my idea. "So you have your eye on that Bresson, Griffithine? Magdal turned back and asked, "He is indeed a very calm young man, and there are very few young people like him in the nobility......

"Not necessarily, ......" The silver-haired girl's eyes flashed: "I knew there was another one" He let me know that the blood of the ancestors of the nobles of Eruin had not yet been drained, so there was still hope for this ancient kingdom......"

"It's rare to hear you compliment a man like that, Griffithine ......"

The half-elf ram rarely didn't answer her friend's words, and she thought of the young man who beat Verwell's mouth, and she had already confirmed that the other party hadn't come here with Freya, a really mysterious fellow.

She didn't know where the other party was now, what he was doing, but she had a faint premonition in her heart, "I'm afraid that this young man will not be willing to be lonely, and he will soon appear in everyone's field of vision again."

As for what kind of posture?

The silver-haired girl smiled in her heart, "Throw away this weird idea."