Tiha, Perel's mansion, in the evening. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Miss Tolia, my lord asked me to give you my sword and my new clothes. When the maid had finished speaking, she put down what she was holding and withdrew.

After resting for a whole week, Tolia felt as if wisps of rust had developed on her joints all over her body, and although there was still a dull pain in her ribs when she strained herself, it was no longer a big deal.

Toria rolled over and got out of bed, and after trying to stretch her body, she slammed forward with a horse step, and quickly struck three punches, the force of which pierced the air, and the faint sound of breaking the air was faintly heard.

"Fortunately, it seems that it has basically recovered. Tolia felt the force of every part of her body and came to a conclusion with satisfaction.

Tolia picked up the new clothes Perel had sent her, and her heart fluttered.

The clothes are different from the general horse clothes and fighting clothes, more like a combination of the two and the military uniform, the cut of the upper body is specially changed to be more close and comfortable, abandoning the traditional yarn and silk, and using more sweat-absorbing and tough cotton. What's even more rare is that the main color of the whole outfit follows the Swadia tradition, with black edges on a red background, and a blooming rose embroidered with gold thread on the front of the right chest.

Tolia couldn't wait to change into her new clothes and took a turn in front of the mirror, the close-fitting cut not only better set off the curves of the figure, but also gave a few more warriors than before.

It's an ingenious design.

The girl's cheeks in the mirror couldn't help but blush a little more.

After leaning too little, Tolia remembered from her intoxication that she hadn't properly checked the returned saber, so she hurriedly picked up the long sword on the table, gently pulled out the blade, and looked at it carefully.

The sword body is slender, the blade is thinner than paper, more than two inches longer than the ordinary hand half sword, the blade edge on both sides has a unique pattern, under the illumination of the light, a faint silver light, the handguard is carved into the shape of eagle wings, the handle is wrapped in black linen, the handle is engraved with a small "T" word, the whole sword gives people a sense of lightness and agility, as if moving in the wind at any time.

That's right, it's "dust cutting".

Toria let out a long sigh.

If you lose it, you will be scolded to death by the master.

This sword is a farewell gift made by the master himself.

The man with a warm smile appeared in her mind again.

Master, where are you now, and do you still like to drink so much?

"Bang-smack!"

The loud noise of fireworks and the light of the fire outside the window interrupted Toria's thoughts.

Only then did she notice that there was a small note on the table. The Okading Strait, rarely without any wild waves, the water surface is as calm as a silver mirror, even the mellow full moon and twinkling stars in the sky are reflected clearly, the sea and the sky are connected into one color, forming a magnificent illusion, teaching people to tell which is the sky and which is the ocean.

Four great ships moved silently on the surface of the sea, piercing the perfect mirror, and the magnificent sight shattered like a cracked mirror.

Anyway, the people on the boat didn't have any intention of enjoying the scenery.

"Lieutenant Abram, please put on your uniform. The herald smiled bitterly and said, "Last time we were punished very lightly by Major General Ace. ”

"No, those clothes are super uncomfortable to wear. A crisp voice on the mast replied, and it turned out to be a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in the shabby linen clothes of the peasants' ploughing, and was swinging his feet leisurely on the crossbar.

"Then don't blame us for offending, captains of the first and second teams, go up and wait for the lieutenant to change his clothes. ”

"Yes!"

Two stout men climbed up the mast and headed for the boy.

"Ha, if you can catch it, come here. Abram clearly thought it would be funny, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Seeing that the captain of the team was about to grab him by the ankle, he leaned forward, falling straight down his head and feet, but in a moment he grabbed a pole below, and one swinged, and then stood firmly on the pole.

The captain of the second team cautiously followed, trying to hold him from behind, but Abram did not hurry, flipped back on the narrow pole, wrapped around the cable next to him, and swung to the other end.

Rolling, swinging, climbing, running.

Abram was like a nimble ape on the mast, jumping up and down like a juggler, walking on the ground, and the moonlight dripping his short brown hair and the rare delicate countenance of the Nanods.

Each time, the two captains could only grasp the shadow of his escape.

It falls and falls like a fragile egg, but it can always swing high at the moment when everyone is looking forward to the moment when the shell is broken and the egg is broken.

Each blow tightly grabbed the heartbeat of the soldiers below.

"Well, why didn't you chase after you?" Abram asked in a mocking tone to the two panting captains.

The captain of the first team, wiped the sweat on his face, pointed to the herald, and said with a sigh of relief: "Big... My lord.... Throw.... Throw him!"

"!!" The herald suddenly remembered something, and shouted with a hammer hand: "Forgive your subordinates for offending, everyone, smash the lieutenant down!"

A wave of cheers immediately came from the soldiers.

Buckets, military boots, urinals, everything that could be thrown flew to the mast as soon as possible.

The throwing technique that the Nord people are most proud of is on full display at this time.

But Abram on the pole was still dodging around like a play, and none of them hit.

The soldiers gradually threw red eyes, and when they saw that everything was thrown away, they opened their waist bags and beckoned them with throwing axes and javelins.

"Let you not wear a military uniform!"

"Let you make us run in circles!"

"Let you play the captain like a monkey!"

"How hateful is this!" the herald broke out in a cold sweat, turned around and lifted a toilet that had not been washed, and threw it up fiercely: "Let you be disobedient!"

Under the siege of so many murder weapons, Abram gradually couldn't bear it, and dodged to the back of the mast and slid down the rope.

"There will be an annual harvest party tonight, and we hope to have you participating. —Perel Fast "Under the siege of so many murder weapons, Abram gradually became overwhelmed, and he dodged to the back of the mast and slid down the rope.

"Hmph, I'm not—"

"A bunch of garbage!" a narrow thing flew in the darkness with a coquettish shout, and slammed Abram in the face, pumping back the rest of his words.

The long silver hair, shining in the night, was comparable to the moonlight, and the angry face was not distorted in the slightest, but added a bit of domineering beauty, and a pair of blue eyes stared at Abram deadly.

"Lord Ace!" the herald called out in horror, "we're just 。。。。。 ”

"A bunch of waste! can't even catch a little ghost!Can't you let me save my heart?" Ace had already picked up the straw sandals that flew out just now, grabbed Abram and pressed him to the ground, "pop~", Abram had a red and swollen shoe print on his face.

"I'm not a ghost!" "You are!" "Smack~"

"I'm not!" "You are!" "Smack~"

"Dead old woman, if you kill me, I won't wear that clothes!" "Then I'll kill you!" "Smack!"

"Ahh

"Help~Help!" "Bang~"

"Smack~"

"Smack~"

The sergeants all stared in amazement at their commander, the major general of the Nord Kingdom, who actually pressed his lieutenant under him in full view of everyone, and slapped his sandals from side to side.

But how could they know the hesitation and worry in Ace's heart.

A few days ago, she received a pigeon message from Lord Hill, and when she learned of Gourd's death, she slapped the table and burst into tears.

Grued, how could it be you?

You are so kind as an angel.

To suffer such a catastrophe!

A bunch of brutes!

She couldn't wait to fly to the rebel gate immediately and twist off the head of each rebel alive to pay tribute to her playmates and sisters for many years.

But the nature of a soldier allowed her to quickly calm down.

Easier said than done!?

The Nord Royal Fleet was originally the strongest naval force in the whole of Calradia, but almost half of the fleet was stationed in the port of Tiha for a long time, following the defection of Lord Dirigan, and now the King's army is left with only two main ships and six frigates of his own Dreadnought and Radol's Ice Sea.

A few days ago, he received an order from the army that Rador would attack Tiha and take charge of Cherbek himself.

With this military strength alone, it is still possible to complete the task assigned by Lord Hill, but it is far from enough to land and attack the city and annihilate the enemy army in one fell swoop.

The flames of hatred and the frost of reason kept rolling in her mind, and she was already irritable, and this group of guys was still playing on the deck, how could she not let her be nameless?

Syllable... Syllable... Syllable.. Smack"

The sandal's volley continued, and Abram's face was swollen like a fat man, and he could only out a few syllables.

"Lord Ace, if this continues, Lieutenant Abram will be sucked to death. The herald whispered.

"Lord Ace, this... ”

"Lord Ace?"

"Shut up, I'll smoke you again!" Ace turned his head and glared at the herald viciously.

"Lord Ace, report... Ah!" The soldier's report on the lookout was interrupted by the incomparably accurate sandals, but the good military qualities made him quickly cover his face and continue to report: "Report. . . Tell.... More than a dozen dragon-headed warships appeared in the rear! It should be Haikou approaching!"

Ace finally let go of Abram, who was already like a pig's head, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Okay!

Ace waved his hand: "Pass the order, all the ships, complete the debugging of the sky-breaking crossbow equipment, and use this group of pirates as a test target!"

"But... But it was a new type of weapon that Lord Hill had personally researched, and the military order stated that it would not be used until Cherbek was unsealed. Ah~"

Another sandal was stamped on the herald's face, "Less nonsense! If you don't experiment here, how can you play on the spot!"

"Yes... Be.... The herald covered his face and withdrew.

In a few moments, the ship's ten ballistas were fully equipped, each of which could fire three large ballistae at a time, and the improved ballista had its head hollowed out and filled with gunpowder and combustibles, which were said to cause huge explosive damage if they hit the target.

Ace's blue eyes were as clear as ice, and he gently swept over the fleet of pirates in the distance, smiled contemptuously, and raised his hand: "Let's go!"

Rook played with his axe on the bow of the ship, but his eyes were fixed on the big ship in the distance.

"Chief, is it really alright? it's a military ship!" said a coward in a low voice.

"You know the!That's what makes it interesting!" Luke laughed, "Those merchant ships are too weak to be interesting at all!"

The sharp axe in his hand slashed through the air, as if he could already feel the pleasure of flesh tearing.

Wait, the sound is a little wrong!

Rook opened his eyes and stared hard into the darkness ahead.

Oh my God~ What is this!?

For the first time, even a madman like Rook felt fear from within!

Huge ballistas rained in.

Like rain, like locusts, like crows!

There is no way back, nowhere to hide!

Rumble!