Fern pressed his nose his sleeve, finally stopped a little of the bleeding, then coughed heavily, spat out the blood that flowed into his mouth, raised his sword again with both hands, and bent his legs slightly, ready for the real challenge. Breathing gradually began to even, consciousness began to concentrate again, and the guards stood out from the background like reliefs carved into the wall.

Elonhan slung the sword on his shoulder, and waited for Fern to stop the nosebleed, before he laughed casually, and the sword slowly swung down again, still rushing towards the mercenary when it was about to touch the ground. In the eyes of the mercenaries, the guard and the weapon seem to be one, and the sword is just a supplement to the hand, not a weapon.

Fern's eyes widened suddenly, the blade was already in front of him, and the warrior instinct in the mercenary's body made him swing his sword to resist the long sword and continue to cut down. After the previous two rounds of fighting, Fern could already guess that the guard would draw his sword again and attack from the other direction, so he didn't use all his strength to fight the sword, but took a step back, relaxed the power in his hand, and prepared for the next wave of attacks. But unexpectedly, the guard did not repeat the old trick this time, but pressed all the strength on this sword, and the mercenary's already exhausted hands could not stop the continued downward pressure of the long sword at all, and he gathered strength again in a hurry, but it was too late, and the guard's sword had already arrived in front of the door. Fern was already pressed to the ground, half-crouched on his knees, and years of being a mercenary had given him a taste of when to continue to resist and when to look for an opportunity to retreat. Fern's left leg slammed into the ground, and the whole person rolled to the right, dodging the guard's sword, and in his panic, he only felt a chill on his left shoulder. When he got back to his feet and tried to clench his sword with both hands, he realized that the sharp pain coming from his left shoulder made it impossible for his left hand to grasp anything. A deep sword wound slashed across his shoulder, barely half an inch from his collarbone, blood dripping down his armpit.

Fern held the sword in one hand, trying his best to steady his breathing, and at this point, if he was out of proportion, the next blow would be the last sword he saw.

Elonhan glanced at the blood stains on his sword. "There is no spotless move in swordsmanship, and each attack may be completely different. The guard lunged forward at a rapid rate again, this time spotting the weakness of Fern's inability to hold the sword in both hands, and slashed a sword from top to bottom with all his might.

Fern knew that he couldn't block this sword, and continued to roll to the right to avoid this sword, the guard did not stop, and at the same time that Fern landed in front of him, he continued to slash out a sword, the whole person's body was fully extended, the guard's arm was so long, plus the long sword that exceeded most two-handed swords, Fern tried his best to jump backwards and failed to completely escape the range of the horizontal slash, the clothes on his chest were cut in half, and blood seeped out of the clothes. The mercenary was half-crouched on the ground, the pain causing him to lose his balance, and blood kept flowing from the wounds on his chest and shoulder, staining the ground where he was squatting red.

"Fern, stop!" cried Ness, tears welling up in her eyes. "Adeline, stop!"

The Great Sage looked at Ness with a blank expression. "Have you figured it out, are you willing to listen to me?"

"I ...... I ......" Ness struggled in pain, but she couldn't turn her head, and could only let the tears flow down her cheeks.

"No, don't compromise, don't ......" Fern lowered his head, his right hand holding the sword on the ground, his shoulder heaving violently from the pain. The mercenary took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and struggled to stand up, the guard in front of him gradually blurred, he had already shed a lot of blood.

Elonhan slowly walked up to Fern, jerked his right knee up, and kicked him hard in the stomach, and the mercenary howled miserably, curled up in pain, and lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"Stop, you bastards, you have what it takes to come at me!" Stan yelled with all his might, his face flushed with rage, his fists clenched in his fists trying to break through the confines of the wind magic, but Adeline's mana was so strong that he couldn't fully lift his hand. "Ah!! you bastards!"

Rui couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and she couldn't cast magic to help Fern, knowing full well that it would only make Fern die faster. Tears rolled down the corners of her closed eyes. "Help us, help us, save us......"

Elonhan grabbed the mercenary's hair, which was almost hanging on the ground, and lifted him up so hard that blood dripped down Fern's feet and fell to the ground, he had given up his resistance, desperately waiting for the last moment to come. "In that case, then let me give you a ride, you can't control this sword yet, it's a waste in your hands, why don't you let me make the most of its potential." With that, the guard raised the long sword in his right hand, and the next moment he was about to stab the mercenary in the chest.

"Stop! I do, I'm willing to help you craft the Seal, and then give it to you! Please, let Fern go! Don't kill him!" Ness hissed in despair, her voice no longer resembling hers.

"Hahaha!" Adeline finally burst out laughing, the first time she had been so emotional since she showed up. "If you had said yes earlier, how could your sweetheart have been hurt so much? Now even if I let him go, it will be almost impossible for you to completely cure him, and there is a good chance that he will not survive tonight. ”

"Fern ......" Ness whispered the mercenary's name, and her whole body went limp, letting the wind hang her in the air.

Elonhan curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Ness triumphantly, the sword in his right hand gradually lowered. At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the glimmer of metal, and the vigilant guard quickly raised his right foot and kicked the mercenary away, but Fern's sword had already injured him, leaving a shallow wound on his left rib, and the blood was quickly oozing out of the wound, staining the guard's clothes red. Elon Han clutched the wound in a rage, his eyes round with anger. "It's been a long time since anyone could hurt me, and you have to die today!"

Fern struggled to his feet and began to laugh, but only laughed twice, and then coughed violently, and with great difficulty in steadying his breath, he ignored the guard, and turned his head to look at Ness. "Ness, don't ...... Give up your beliefs. Although consciousness was already blurring from excessive bleeding, Fern looked at Ness with an unusually determined look in his eyes. "Don't ...... Give up ......" After saying this, Fern's eyes softened, and he gave one last nostalgic glance at Niss, and slowly turned his head to stare at the guard in front of him.

Ness's face was completely covered with tears, and she desperately wanted to shake her head, but she couldn't shake it at all, as if she was shaking, and the sound of crying had turned into a weak whine.

"Mercenary, I won't give you any respite from this, you've driven yourself to death!" Elonhan's emotions were a little out of control because his almost undefeated body was hurt by the mercenary's sword wound, he hadn't tasted the pain for too long, and the sword wound at this time made him almost crazy in pain.

Fern held the sword in one hand, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, although his eyes had begun to blur, he could still see the figure of the guard, his ears began to beep, and the smell of blood in his nose was gone, he realized that his senses were beginning to dull due to excessive blood loss, but Fern also knew that this might be his last chance. The dull other senses made his consciousness clear again, and the whole world seemed to have only his own heartbeat left, and the mercenary could clearly hear the thump from the depths of his heart, and the enemy in front of him began to move, and the eyes that were still blurred just now could now see the fierce eyes of the guard, as well as the long sword that was slowly swinging out of his hand.

Fern raised his right hand, and his steps stepped out at the same moment, he didn't know why he made this move, he didn't even know when the sword was swung, and he couldn't feel the weight of the sword in his hand at all, the sword in the stone seemed to be a part of his hand, and it was firmly attached to his right hand. Fern faintly heard the sound of swords colliding together, and the image of the guards converting in front of him was blurry but enough for him to make a judgment, he didn't think about it, but his brain clearly knew which move to use next, whether it was defense, offense, or detour. Instead of feeling any new pain, Fern saw the guard's movements begin to grow heavy. Fern quickly flipped the sword in the stone and began to fight back after blocking the next side attack, although in his consciousness, this is just another swing of the sword, and defense is no different, he has no deliberate defense or attack, but everything is so orderly, the whole body seems to dance with his consciousness.