Spencer's charge was faster than Miloka had imagined, and before the boy could awaken the magic infused in the poisonous fire, Spencer rushed in front of him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The sharp blade was hidden behind the shield, the tip of the sword against the edge of the shield, and when the shield slammed into Miloka's shoulder, the long sword stabbed out like the fangs of a ferocious beast, grazing the poisonous fire that Miloka was barely dancing, nearly slicing Miloka's breastplate. Miloka staggered back a few steps as Spencer's attack followed—his sword swept past with a crisp sound as it slammed into the upright poisonous fire that was pointed downward. Miloka supported the blade with her iron gauntlet's forearm, making it difficult for Spencer's long sword to get closer, but Spencer still didn't intend to give up, and the afterburner on his wrist was engaged in a simple muscle battle with Miloca. "I thought your swordsmanship could be a little more rogue than that. Spencer said, and before Miloka could realize the meaning of his words, she was struck in the ribs by his shield, and then kicked in the chest and fell to the ground on her back.

"You're still tender, rookie!" Spencer taunted Miloka, who was rolling on the ground, and stabbed him with his backhand sword, a blow that Miloka rolled over and dodged, piercing into the thick snow, and Spencer, who was desperate for him, stepped forward and plunged the only sharp tip of the shield into the snow that Miloka had just rolled.

"One to the other, Lord Spencer. Taking advantage of Spencer's weakened offensive, Miloka got up on the spot, while not forgetting to fight back. Before he could stand up straight, he raised the poison fire horizontally above his head, parried Spencer's vertical slash, and then swept Spencer's knee with his left leg. However, the equally seasoned fighter like Cole was not knocked to the ground as Miloka expected, and just stumbled to the side and immediately regained his footing. Such a brief delay was a big disappointment for Miloca, but it was barely enough for him to regain the initiative. He strode to Spencer's right and slashed the poisonous fire into Spencer's back, the emerald flames leaping up as the sword swung, pulsing uncomfortably, crackling the air around him. However, this seemingly victorious blow still did no real damage to Spencer - he carried his sword behind his back to fend off the deadly attack of the poisonous fire, and although the cloak ignited by the poisonous fire made him feel the heat of the summer in winter, his witty rolling over helped him cool down in an instant.

"It's good, you've grown a lot better than you did when you sat in Madame Anna's carriage, and it's no wonder Ives and Big Brother Weiner like you. Spencer got up and quickly distanced himself from Milocara, cautiously observing his movements. Miloka had no intention of pursuing, standing silently in place, even extinguishing the emerald flames on the poisonous fire.

"Lord Spencer, surrender and don't continue the senseless killing. The two were silent for a long time, and Miloka said with her head down. Perhaps Spencer could not have noticed that tears were about to burst in Miloca's lowered eyes. "General Zog only thinks about exterminating the rebels, and he doesn't care about the lives of civilians. Whatever your purpose, if you invade, you will fight back, and it will be innocent civilians who will suffer in the end. ”

Spence listened quietly to Miloca's words, and waited a little longer before answering, "If you know this, why do you want to join the Empire?"

"I joined the Imperial Army to one day avenge my family, and I was involved in this killing solely because you started the war. Lord Spencer, it is wrong to launch aggression, give up ......"

"Wake up, silly boy!" Spencer snapped Miloca's words with an angry roar, "there is no right or wrong in war. The Empire claims that we are rebels, but the blood on our hands is far less than that of the Imperial Army! Do you know how many civilians will die in Zorge's indiscriminate bombardment of Winterhaven this time? If we hadn't helped the residents of Winterhaven evacuate in advance, thousands of innocent lives would have been buried in the fire along with their homes. In comparison, who do you think is right and who is wrong between the empire and the rebels?"