When the Knight was younger, he used to regard the sound of weapons breaking through the air as the most perfect sound in the world. Success and failure, life and death, greed and glory, all choices and changes will be made through this voice, which sees young people become brave and upright warriors, and also witnesses them fall into the abyss of their own desires, and no longer worthy of the emblem on their chests.

When Leon looked at a warrior who was younger or older than him, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of person this voice had shaped them to be. And what did he become by this enchanting sound of breaking the air? So while Buckham single-handedly fought the two nezumi with his twin knives behind his back, Leon enjoyed the sound of his own weapon, and he thought he could hear the elves' hearts in it.

For Buckham, the time spent with the green staff was long, and the old elf always made things that he found confusing and boring. But the Blood Lion was different, but not long after he walked with this human knight, he had countless opportunities to draw his twin swords, you know, this kind of opportunity is rare in the quiet forest. He also enjoyed the feeling, and the battle against the monsters made the elves' blood boil.

Leon is undoubtedly a good teacher, and even in such a battle, he can calmly command Buckham to improve his fighting style, and the reason why he has not solved the problem of the nezumi in front of him is also because he hopes that the elves can grow as much as possible in this battle. Compared to the battle they are about to face, Bakham will have to grow quickly. And between life and death, it has always been a shortcut to make a martial artist mature, a dangerous shortcut.

Facing two nezumi at the same time is a big challenge for the elves, but compared to the situation just now, such a situation is at least not desperate. After the first assault was defused by the Blood Lion, Bakham carefully half-crouched down, covering his two enemies with one eye as much as possible. And if the reality doesn't allow him to do so, the elves' long ears gradually learn to pick up the subtle sounds of the wind.

In contrast to Bakham's getting better and better, the longer the battle drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for the rat people. Although the long knife in the elf's hand is not a divine weapon, it is also better than most of the swords in the human kingdom, and those two beautiful murder weapons that shimmer with silver light can tear a wound into the tough skin of the nezumi with a single stroke. The nezumi are beasts, and beasts know how to be afraid.

Looking at the rat man in front of him showing a cowardly demeanor because he had been slapped too many times by the hunting knife, Leon knew that this battle was coming to an end. As the most experienced warrior in the kingdom and probably the world in the world, he knew that these beasts would not show stubbornness in the face of opponents who would need to be costly to defeat, they would flee, and they would be fast.

"Take your chance, boy. The knight's mouth curled into a smile, he knew the danger he might pose if he let the nezumi escape. A single nezumi is enough to inflict huge losses on the entire village. But he still intends to let Bakham deal with his opponent on his own, and the Blood Lion has decided to make this fight his first lesson with the elves. The theme of this lesson is timing.

Buckham heard the words coming from behind, but in his experience, the elf couldn't understand what Leon's chance was for the time being. He brandished his long knife once again to push back the nezumi who tried to break into his blind spot, finding himself a little numb from the battle that had dragged on for too long. This numbness is fatal because it causes fighters to miss out on their best friend in battle, the timing.

It all happened without warning, and the two nezumi suddenly lunged towards the elves as if they had made an appointment! Bakham instinctively wanted to dodge, but then remembered the knight behind him, he couldn't give up his mentor's back to these crazy monsters. Thinking of this, the elf's only remaining left eye narrowed, and the double knives in his hands were one behind the other, at the level of his shoulders, and assumed a defensive posture.

The chief knight didn't need to look back to know what was going on behind him, because the nezumi in front of him had also made a gesture of wanting to trade injuries for injuries, but Leon was even just bluffing for his impending escape. Of course, he also noticed that the elves were guarding his back with their bodies, which made the Blood Lion very relieved, and decided to help his subordinates while he easily defused the nezumi attack.

"Now, on!" the force from behind was something Bakham didn't expect. Who would have thought that at this critical moment, the chief knight behind him would actually turn around and kick him! The elf staggered a few steps forward, but fortunately, his half-crouched body allowed him to regain his balance in time and not fall. But these few steps also made the distance between him and the two rats extremely close.

The elves were not the only ones who were surprised, but the two nezumi who pounced on him were also surprised by the sudden turn of events. They didn't mean to engage with Bakham in the original plan, and their legs after jumping into the air have naturally swung to the front of their bodies, so that when they land, they can quickly jump to the side or behind and escape from the elves' attack range. Leon's kick shattered their plans, but the two nezumi didn't have time to adjust their bodies when they were close to the ground, and their ugly faces showed a twisted expression of horror.

When Leon easily caught up with the fleeing nezumi in front of him, and stabbed it through the lungs from behind, the chief knight looked back at the result of his kick. One of the two nezumi battling Buckham had already died, and the elf's short knife was stuck in its neck, but the thin blade was not strong enough to cut off the entire head. At this time, Hu Cong was holding a long knife in his hand, chasing another beast that was trying to escape in vain.

Buckham grabbed it under the nearest tree, and the elf kicked the nezumi in the back with a one-hit slide tackle. The broad trunk blocked all the beast's escape, and blades carved with plant vines pointed at its throat. The elf's figure could only be seen as a black silhouette when viewed from below. Buckham looked down with his left eye at the monster that had held his two hands in front of him, trying to save his life, and he knew that this thing had once been the same person as Leon.

Because the fire that was ignited by the battle gradually subsided. The elf remembered the words of his previous mentor, and he looked into the rat-man's chaotic eyes, his expression softening. But at this time, the nezumi was keenly aware of the change in the elf, and the beast would not miss any chance to escape, and it screamed and stretched out its claws, trying to grab Bakham's neck first.

"Poof!" the sound of the long knife piercing into the flesh was so clear. The elf is a warrior, and his body has allowed him to react at its best before his sanity realizes what the nezumi is going to do. The creature pierced through the heart clutched the blade in its chest with both hands, and its mouth let out a meaningless moan like a silent curse.

"I'm sorry. Bakham looked at the nezumi and it suddenly occurred to him that fighting and killing didn't seem to be as fun as he had imagined in the forest. Maybe this kind of bloody story can only make people feel beautiful when they are told in other people's mouths.