More than a year ago, on the day Roy accidentally discovered the verdict in the castle, he saw the dwarves on the hill for the first time

At that time, he was just an ignorant half-grown boy. The notions of war, knights, and heroes are all played and sung by the bard, and his mind is filled with romantic fantasies such as beautiful magic armor, white horses, the love of a beautiful lady, and the dinner party of the king after the dragon slayer.

It was the first time he had seen such a real scene of war.

Although he was only fighting alone, the dwarven warrior sang a heroic battle song for him on the hill that night, with the blood of countless demons, which was far more magnificent and more tragic than all the heroic epics he had heard before.

Then the war broke out in Bollabelle.

There are no flowers blooming in the mouth of the bard, no hymns to the sky when the hero raises his spear, no hero galloping into the distance

The eyes are as tender as water, and there are no thorn birds that cry and sing when heroes fall.

Some are just ruins and corpses under the hazy sky, just flesh and blood flying and screaming in the shadow of swords and swords.

In just one day, the beautiful fantasy was weakly shattered in the face of the cruel reality.

After experiencing life and death, witnessing the reference of war, the beauty and ugliness of human nature, Roy finally understands that a true hero is not a dazzling halo.

They were drowned in real history, perhaps the solid backs of Hugo and Baron Brian, or the earth-shattering but nameless night of fierce battles of the dwarven warriors.

For more than a year since he re-entered the world of judgment in the Dragon Cave, Roy has been fighting alongside the dwarven warriors every day, and in his heart, he has made the dwarven warriors his idol and goal.

Although I never said a word to him, I didn't even know if the scene in front of me was real or unreal. But Roy felt that there was a silent understanding between himself and the dwarves.

He knew that the dwarven warriors were waiting for him in repeated battles, waiting for the day when he could complete a real battle alongside him.

The day has finally come.

Staring at the place where the dwarf was a child, Roy laughed and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Although all he got was a smile and a nod from the dwarven warrior, it was no less than the highest praise in his life.

At this moment, no words are needed.

With the disappearance of the dwarves, the world is changing rapidly. The hill where Roy was and the surrounding wilderness and jungle were flattened. Neat slabs of stone appeared at his feet, surrounded by finished houses and heavy walls. A moment later, he was on a huge city street.

In the sky, raindrops were falling.

A human warrior armed with a sword, slowly navigating the deserted city. In front of him was a straight avenue, and at the end of the avenue was a splendid palace.

"Swordsman?" Roy looked at the long sword in the hand of the human warrior, and his heart moved, and he suddenly found that the axe in his hand suddenly turned into a knight's one-handed sword with the change of mind.

Although it was the same ordinary, the same inconspicuous, Roy jumped excitedly.

The mind moved again, and the sword turned into an axe.

If you move again, you will become a long sword again.

Move again...... Roy was a little frustrated, "***, why can't you turn into a mace?"

The rain became heavier and heavier, and by the end of the day, the whole world was in a haze.

A demon soldier appeared in front of the human warrior, and the long sword in the human warrior's hand, with one sword, had already pierced the demon soldier's chest.

Hiss...... Roy gasped.

He found that the seemingly simple sword of the human warrior appeared dozens of changes with a flick of his wrist the moment he made a move.

The sword body, which flickered left and right, seemed to be left and right, vibrating at high speed in the heavy rain, making a buzzing sound. The raindrops that fell on the sword's body turned into a fine mist that could not be smaller as soon as it touched the long sword. It makes the sword look like a poisonous snake that has disappeared in the mist.

The two sides staggered.

Bright red blood, with the water flowing down the street, then to the lower places.

When the demon soldier fell, another demon soldier reappeared in front of the human warrior.

Although this one seemed to be a little stronger than the previous one, he still couldn't stop the humans. With a sword from the same one, the human warrior had already crossed him.

This sword is different from the previous one.

But for Roy, what is the same is the subtlety, even the mystery.

The third, the fourth, the fifth......

For a whole day, Roy followed this warrior, watching him fight a demon warrior every two steps. , The demons who appeared later, one is stronger than the other. From low-level demon soldiers, to officers at all levels in the demon army, to demon knights, demon generals...... The human warrior didn't need to fight at first, and a battle ring appeared under his feet, until thirty-two appeared at the end.

The fighting is getting fiercer and harder. By the time the street was interrupted, there were no less than ten wounds on the human warrior's body.

After that, in every battle, the warriors were bound to be wounded. It's just that he seems to know very well what kind of way to get injured so that it won't be fatal, and he knows even more about what kind of injury to use in exchange for the opportunity to kill the opponent. By the time he entered the palace, he had lost more wounds than he could count.

Roy had never seen a guy fighting like this.

On several occasions, he thought that the swordsman who had almost fought so hard to defeat his opponent would stop, but no matter how hard and tragic the battle was, as long as he killed his opponent, the warrior would not hesitate to move forward to meet the next demon who was waiting for work and was even more powerful.

Step by step.

All the enemies that appeared in front of the human warriors were killed by him one by one. When he traded a near-fatal wound for the life of a demon general stationed in the last hall of the palace, dragging his scarred body into the hall, the door closed, the white light lit up, and Roy was violently ejected from the world of judgment.

It took a long time for Roy to wake up, and he found that he was still standing in the small courtyard by the lake, looking down, and in his hand, a snow-bright long sword, overflowing with cold light in the cold moonlight.

Subconsciously stimulated the fighting spirit, infused with the long sword, Roy was surprised and delighted.

Happily, after a few Dao hours of cultivation, the fighting qi in his body actually increased by more than one-fifth. The fighting spirit, which was already almost to the sixth layer, not only broke through the sixth layer in one breath, but also grew for a long time, and if it went on like this, it wouldn't take long for him to break through the seventh layer.

And what is surprising is that at this moment, the fighting spirit is not in accordance with the dragon slaying trick at all, but according to the moral trick.

"What the hell is going on?" Roy was depressed.

Putting away the fighting qi and recalling the dragon slaying technique, he urged the fighting qi to run according to his own wishes. However, as soon as the fighting spirit was urged, a wave of energy was transmitted from the ruling, guiding the fighting spirit to turn into the route of moral tricks.

"I don't believe it yet, sir!"

Roy was on fire, retracted his fighting spirit again, and re-energized.

After a while, the chaotic energy reappeared, and gently and skillfully turned the fighting spirit astray.

"You're trying to make trouble, aren't you?" Roy glared at the sword in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the ordinary style of the long sword did not have the demeanor of an artifact at all, and the clothes looked lifeless. However, he could clearly sense a message from this sword that was connected to his own bloodline, and disdained to argue with him.

"Hey, you figured it out, the dragon slaying trick is a five-star that Lao Tzu bought for 26,000 gold Lu Lang! To practice the moral trick, I still have to wait until now?" Roy was in pain, depressed and angry.

Let's not talk about such a large amount of money, the key is that when the battle ring is condensed in the future, I am afraid that the battle ring condensed by the moral trick has not yet fought with others, and the opponent will laugh to death just by laughing.

"You know the!" a voice came to my head.