"Haruzer, hold on to your sword. Think of your sister, you should not just fight as a warrior, but as a man. ”

The little prince stood there without a master. The elven witch and wizard demon spirit finally reacted, lowered her head and looked at the little prey condescendingly, the instinct and intuition of the beast made the corners of her mouth slightly upturn and slid a sneer, like a cat teasing a mouse, she slowly approached him, buried herself, wrapped her slender arm around the little prince's neck, and reached into her clothes to grope for the magic crystal.

Haruzer was stunned, a pair of beautiful eyes widened with a silver mist inside, and the elf's slender nose inhaled briefly. Reason told him that he should see the other party's soft lower abdomen and stab it fiercely, but the long sword in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, his arm seemed to freeze there, and the swordsmanship he had learned seemed to slip away from his mind, leaving a blank, and his palm seemed to hold a handful of sweat.

What's more, the demon spirit still pointed the black hole hole at his eyes, the magic of darkness is the best at eroding people's hearts, and the elven witch and wizard demon spirit can easily sense the fear of the little prince. Her beautiful snow-white face and mouth cracked a pitch-black crescent, and she looked at him with a contemptuous sneer. Half of the demon spirit's body was already attached to Prince Haruzer, deliberately using the soft hemisphere against his cheek, and his slender arms hung on the back of Haruzer's neck like a spider, and his pointed fingers almost groped for the magic crystal.

But her thirst for magic is certainly much more than just a small magic crystal, and the little prince with wizarding talent is the most delicious meal in her eyes.

Haruzer shuddered so hard that he turned his head stiffly and looked at Brando pleadingly.

"Lord Knight, he's really not fit for battle." The hunter girl Peya couldn't stand it anymore.

"He has to fight, he has chosen this path, and he has to face it with courage." Brando replied earnestly. Turning a blind eye to Haruzer's pleading eyes.

Peya snorted for a while. I wanted to say something, but in the end I stopped.

"People must fight, each for their own reasons, Miss Hunter. But Haruzer's reasons are different. Not because of glory, or because of faith or ideals, but because he had to be strong. in order to respond to the expectations of many people. ”

"But people can't always live in the expectations of others—" Although she knew that her status was low, the hunter girl couldn't help but refute. She expected to wait for the knight's stern reprimand, but Brando only asked softly, "Will you live for your brother's wishes, Miss Peya?" ”

"I ......"

"The people who really expect you are the people closest to you, and the faith is not beautiful, because nothing is perfect in this world."

"I'm sorry ......"

"You don't need to apologize for being a nobleman, even if your words are like a sword, they will only correct my mistakes. Not to mention not. And as I said. Everyone has a trajectory for everyone. ”

Peiya looked at the Earl suspiciously, and there were some things she didn't understand very well. But she vaguely felt that Brando was very different from the noble lords she had seen in Reshallow Water, and even different from the polite knight lords of Manowell.

Brando raised his voice: "Haruzer. Everyone has a first lesson in life. Your sister must have told you what the basic qualities of being a warrior are—"

The little prince's heart was in a state of confusion, and he had no time to hear this sentence clearly. But the last few words pierced through the chaos of thoughts, as if knocking on his heart—

The basic qualities of a warrior?

The snow in Wintertalon is always thin, but when it falls, it accumulates thickly. Behind the snowflakes stood my sister, piercing the snow curtain with that stern voice that frightened him:

"When facing a battle, the first thing a swordsman needs to do is to be calm, analyze his situation, and understand what he should do—"

But his heart was pounding, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Fight with your will, not your sword. There is no one in this world who does not make mistakes, but only a coward would be afraid of mistakes and dare not draw his sword. Do you answer in your heart to all those who depend on you, are you going to fight until the last moment as a coward - or like a real man?

"I ......"

"I don't know!"

The little prince felt the cold breath of the demon spirit lingering around him, and the cold fingertips of the other party crossed his back, as if the next moment, he was going to drag him towards the endless dark abyss. He couldn't help but close his eyes, and the tears couldn't stop staying, but a strange blood red welled up on his pale little face.

He gasped sharply.

"Have you ever seen the probationary exam of the Royal Academy, if you don't submit the answer sheet, you will never get a score-"

"If you hand in the answer sheet, you may also get zero points! I—I can't do it, I can't learn any swordsmanship! I just want to be with my sister, I won't fight, I don't want to die! ”

There was a soft click, and it was the sound of the sword snapping as it was unsheathed.

The little prince cried out almost with a cry. But the cry was mixed with a sharp metallic sound, and the eyes of the demon spirit black hole that hugged Haruzer suddenly widened, and she suddenly stepped back, and the cold blade almost slashed against her lower abdomen.

Haruzer was like a windmill with a round sword, and because of the excessive force, he himself was carried around in place by the force of the sword.

It was a horrific spectacle of a haphazard sword by someone who had never used a sword, or a drop of ink dripped from the tip of a quill when a cadet of the Royal Academy lifted it, staining the snow-white scroll.

But at least I put pen to paper.

Haruzer dragged his sword and gasped for air, his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe he had actually drawn his sword. For a moment, it was like a dream.

He looked up and saw a puzzled look on the face of the retreating demon. It probably hadn't figured out how the little prey had suddenly grown fangs. However, its reaction was simple, it raised its long, slender hand and pointed its five fingers at Haruzer.

"Be careful!" Seeing this scene, Peiya couldn't help but remind.

"Sister!"

The little prince felt that his mind was blank, and immediately raised his long sword in front of him, and then turned his head away and closed his eyes tightly.

Such a battle was simply terrible, and Brando didn't know how to watch it. When he first fought. It's a hundred times better than that. But this is probably the so-called natural advantage of the player.

Five black flames erupted from the Demon Spirit's fingertips, and they arrived in front of Haruzer in an instant, but it was at this time. The 'Hilkay's Loyalty' in his hand flashed with blue light, and a pale cyan shield appeared, and the black flame suddenly shattered.

"Ahh

The Hunter Maiden was stunned.

The little prince also reacted. He looked at the sword in his hand in a daze. He seemed to want to go back and ask Brando, but was hit back by Brando's cold words: "What a daze, don't fight back!" ”

Haruzer woke up like a dream, as if he had regained some instinct from training, and immediately turned around and slashed at the demon spirit. But his movements were only better than those of a clumsy beginner, and before the demon could even dodge, he slashed into the air with his own sword.

"Don't be so stiff in your movements, and have plenty of energy."

"I—I know ......"

Haruzer managed to regain his balance, and he straightened up to find the demon's trace. But the consternation on the elven sorceress's face had reverted to contempt. She grinned silently and walked around the little prince.

"Watch out for the back." Peya's voice, she looked at Haruzer. It seems to be his younger brother invisibly.

The demon raised its thin claws and slapped them on top of Haruzer's head. But it was that moment. Haruzer shifted his right foot and fell on his back. The body has entered the defensive posture of the widely spread Cruz aristocratic swordsmanship.

Knight's defensive swordsmanship.

Brando's eyes lit up.

Xiao Zhengtai's eyes were clear, and his heart seemed to sink down, and the countless classic examples of the wolf of the kingdom, his sister, and Nimesis teaching him about the attack from behind came to his mind—he bowed his head and slashed backwards with the sword in his hand. The demon's slender claws, almost proportionately, swept over him, and he was clearly unaware of the former's bottom-up sword. It was only when the tip of the sword that shimmered with cold light appeared in its perceptual range that it suddenly realized.

The demon leaned back, but the sword still slashed across its chest, leaving a thin black line there. Compared to the demon's defenses, Haruzer's attack was pitifully weak.

But the counterattack still made it immediately vigilant, and it floated backwards to open up the distance, and five more demonic flames shot at the little prince.

But Eruin's future little king, His Majesty, was already in full swing, and he closed his eyes and felt as if he had returned to the snow-covered swordsmanship arena of Wintertalon Castle, even better than it had been then. He raised his hands to Hilkay's loyalty, and the black flames struck the shield that suddenly flashed, and exploded again, and the falling flames scattered on the snow, burning a crater.

Haruzer took a breath.

Eruin military swordsmanship.

Inherited from the wind elves, it is known as the most orthodox light spirit battle array swordsmanship suitable for human practice. After being improved by Darus, this sword art has taken on a strong offensive aura.

He rushed to the demon spirit with a single lunge.

This clumsy advance was of no avail in Brando's eyes, but it was beyond his expectation that Haruzer would be able to switch from defense to offense so quickly—he pursed his lips slightly.

Haruzer's frontal attack was a little clumsy even in the eyes of the Demon Spirit. Before he could stand still, the demon swept him with a claw and knocked him headlong into the snow. But he stumbled to his feet again, sword raised, ready to fend off the dark flames of the demons.

But this time Hilkay's loyalty did not go as he had hoped, and he completely resisted the spell. The moment the dark magic struck the shield, the sword snapped from it, and the broken parts turned into silver powder and flew away, and he himself was bounced out of it with a huge force, knocking him down in a thick pile of snow.

Brando saw it and smashed his mouth. Resisting three three-ring spells, Hilkay's loyalty was even better than he expected, he stretched out his hand, white light flashed, and another identical long sword appeared in his hand.

"Hilkay's Loyalty II."

"Go on."

He deliberately threw the second sword far away, and the little prince rolled in the snow before he grabbed it. He looked like a little snowman at this moment, but at least the posture of drawing the sword was already decent, and with a sharp 'bang', the sharp blade unsheathed and the flying snowflakes drew a perfect curve.

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, it immediately met the five black flames that shot from the front, and with a loud bang, the flames composed of dark magic exploded like ceremonial flowers.

And among the scattered sparks, a figure shot out.

Haruzer seemed to finally sense the demon's weakness, and a dashing sword slashed diagonally at the elven wizard's slender claws. The demon's eyes widened in black, and with a backhand claw, he tried to avoid the little beast that had suddenly become unruly.

But what surprised Peiya and even the demon spirit himself was that Xiao Zhengtai, who was still weak before, seemed to have an extra wolf nature on his body at this moment, he gritted his teeth like a little wolf cub and forced himself to go up. The demon's claws plunged into his shoulder, and the flesh flew everywhere, and Eruin's little prince screamed, but with a wave of his right hand, the sword slashed at the demon's left paw.

It's a pity that the strength is not enough, and only a deep hole is left there.

The demon screamed in pain, but it couldn't make a sound, it opened its big mouth of the black hole, and slapped the little prince out with a backhand.

Haruzer's body rolled and flew through the snow before he landed, and the black flames swept towards him again. This scene reflected in his eyes, which was completely beyond what he had learned in the arena. But at that moment, as if it were a survival instinct, he thrust his sword down in mid-air, and the black flames once again hit the shield that flashed beside him.

The flames exploded suddenly, and the force of the impact was so great that he could no longer hold his sword and flew out, far away until he hit a cedar tree.

Brando looked at the demon - he knew that the other party should have no mana. Mana is life to demons, and it is impossible for them to risk their lives to cast spells.

He took out his third sword and threw it far away again.

"Hilkay's Loyalty III."

Haruzer, who was covered in bruises, caught the sword one by one this time, and his whole body trembled slightly, but the action of drawing the sword was still meticulous. He looked up, and instead of unleashing any more ranged attacks, the demon was hesitating to retreat from a distance.

But apparently, the aroma of the magic in Haruzer made her hesitate.

The little prince didn't care about so much, his mind was now in chaos, but his spirit was in a state of high excitement. He never thought that he could fight such a monster, and although he didn't know how powerful the demon spirit was, he also knew how good the knights selected from his sister's escort group were.

He took a deep breath and grasped the hilt of the long sword in his left hand at the same time as his right hand.

"This action ......"

Brando was slightly stunned.

"Huh." Peiya on the side also sighed softly.

In the snow, a white light rose into the sky, like a crescent moon, and instantly slashed through half of the forest and rushed straight to the demon spirit. With Haruzer immaturely roaring: "Ahhhh ”

……