Maffeo wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, these guys are always able to surprise themselves with unexpected surprises. The www.biquge.info tried to attack even though they were already mortal, and Maffeo didn't know whether to call them fearless or stupid. But he decides not to dwell on these pointless questions, and he may have to help Calanhill deal with the remaining magic dolls.

As he turned his gaze to the other side, Calanhill didn't know how to successfully gather the remaining four magic puppets together. Maffeo had to admit that he was a little dumbfounded by what happened next, and he could clearly see that after Calanhill unleashed two jump slashes in succession, his longsword seemed to be infused with some strange magic, to be precise, the hand in which he controlled it.

While he rotated his body, he also waved the long sword in his hand to follow the rhythm of his body, and such a defenseless swordsmanship was actually very flawed. For more than a second the caster's back was completely exposed to the enemy in the process, but Calanhill continued to unleash deadly whirling slashes, at least after he spun his body in a circle, the armor of the magic puppets had been slashed into tatters by his sword.

After a successful whirling slash, Calanhill gripped his other hand to the hilt. Facing the broken puppet in front of him, he raised his sword above his head, and after a second, he slashed at the opponent with great force. The force of such an attack was quite terrifying, and the poor guy facing Calanhill was directly split in half by this blow.

One of the Magic Dolls that was lucky enough not to be attacked by the Whirling Slash still retains its physical integrity, and it attempts to launch a surprise attack on Calanhill. But Kalanhil quickly jumped back to distance himself from them, and then quickly pulled a bottle of magic sword oil from his waist and applied it to his longsword. His longsword was covered with a gray glow, and it looked a bit like the gray sky of the West Coast during the rainy season.

Maffeo wondered if the sword oil might have had some magical effect, as Calanhill unleashed his uncanny 360-degree whirling slash once again. Only this time it was no longer within the reach of the blade that could hurt the opponent, and Maffeo could clearly see that the gray arc of light bursting out of the long sword was clearly visible as it danced. That at least proves that its attack range has become even greater with the blessing of magic sword oil.

The Whirling Slash, which was originally used to deal with the cluster of enemies, increased its power with the blessing of sword oil, and with Calanhill's control of swordsmanship, the remaining five magic puppets had almost no chance to fight back. Before they could even lift their greatswords, they were swept away by those deadly gray arcs, leaving behind only the sweat of Calanhill and the fragments of their armor.

"That's amazing!" "Maffeo couldn't wait to praise Calanhill, this guy who had saved his life in the icy hell of the Gran Forest didn't expect that his strength had become like this.

Caranhill gasped for air and waved his hand. "Nothing......" He couldn't even breathe as he spoke, it was obvious that the swordsmanship just now had consumed too much of his physical strength. "I want to ...... I need to drink some water. ”

Maffeo smashed his own kettle before Calanhill could pull out his own kettle, and as a member of the Hutton Marr mercenary group, Maffeo didn't want the other party to unscrew the kettle and find that it contained Rum, these guys always like to do such careless things.

"Thank you. Caranhill hurriedly unscrewed the lid of the kettle and gulped down the water.

Maffeo didn't mean to take the big sword behind him, he became interested in Caranhill's swordsmanship, so while he drank water, Maffeo began to imitate Caranhill's swordsmanship according to his movements just now. It's just that he almost lost his body center of gravity and fell to the ground.

"In the face of these guys, you can use this kind of swordsmanship when you are sure, but it is better not to use it in most cases. Calanhill finally quenched his thirst, and as soon as he put down the kettle, he alerted Maffeo.

"Why?" said Maffeo, spreading his hands, puzzled. "This kind of sword technique is so perfect, and with the magic sword oil, I really can't think of anything more powerful than this sword technique. ”

Calanhill shook his head helplessly and smiled: "This is just a kind of swordsmanship that I have researched myself, maybe it is not a swordsmanship at all, after all, no one would call the way an unknown junior attacks a few magic puppets because he swung a few swords indiscriminately and killed a few magic puppets." He tossed the kettle back to Maffeo and sat down on the ground. "There are just too many disadvantages of this type of attack, such as exhausting physical strength and exposing the back to the enemy...... Too much. ”

Maffeo walked slowly, retracted his greatsword, and sat down across from Calanhill. "Don't say that, man. You did a perfect job, really. Whether it's the movement when attacking, the control of the rhythm, and the control of power, I simply can't do it. ”

"Trust me, Maffeo. There are many powerful swordsmanship on this continent, and I'm just scratching the surface. But if you really want to learn, I can tell you a little bit about it, but you have to make sure that you don't use it in extremely dangerous situations. Kalanhill pursed his lips, then stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"I promise you. Maffeo replied at once, and his face was full of interest.

Calanhill sighed and whispered to himself, "I hope this doesn't hurt you, my friend." ”

"So, let's hurry up and finish this pathfinder. I think the sooner we finish it, the sooner I'll be able to start learning your swordsmanship. After all, we can't explore this palace in a short time, and there will definitely be time to rest. Maffeo jumped, he had never been so eager to accomplish a task that had been so troublesome to him.

"Let's go. ”

Marcos pinched the crumpled cigarette, and the desire to ignite the fire in his heart several times was finally ruthlessly shattered by the deep water. He cursed, and threw the crumpled cigarette to the ground impatiently. "What the hell is this place......"

"What's wrong?" Karl walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, and although there was no fire, it had become a habit for him to hold the cigarette in his mouth.

"You know that. Marcos reluctantly pointed to the cigarette he had dropped on the ground.

Karl looked forward and laughed. "I shouldn't have taught you to smoke in the first place. ”

"I'm not one of those people who like to resist new things. Marcos shrugged.

"We've tested the Viper and it's working fine, and I think it's going to work. Carl sat on a ceiling that had fallen to the ground due to disrepair.

Marcos played with the lighter in his hand and looked into the deep darkness ahead. "I've got to get to Fett and Camilli as soon as possible. ”

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. Carl gave him a reassuring answer, but his tone was cold, as he always had done.

"Are Maffeo and Caranhill back?" asked Marcos, turning his head.

"No, I think it's going to take a while for them. The road to the west of the palace is a bit difficult to walk, I have seen that side, because of the disrepair, there are some big potholes there. Forgive me, though I hate to say that, but your brother is probably in the pit calling for help from Calanhill. Carl had always been able to say the jokes in a normal tone.

Marcos laughed, "Yes, that's him. ”

Karl pulled out the two revolvers from his waist and examined them for damage. Although there was no possibility of fixing it, Carl had been fiddling with it, seemingly hoping that something would happen. Marcos stared at the two damaged revolvers, and whispered, "Maybe you should have a funeral for it later." ”

"Yes, I will. Karl muttered, and then he pulled the two revolvers back into the holster on his chest and stood up. "Go ahead, time is not to be wasted. ”

"Happy hunting, then. Marcos stretched out his right fist.

"Happy hunting. ”