"Haha!" Benson began to laugh insolently, his left hand over his chest, leaning forward and backward, "It's the first time I've heard that your four-like deformity is also a sword. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"The shape of the cloud pill is a little special, but it's better than the dark thing in your hand. ”

Benson suddenly put away his smile, and the sharp eyes made Frey feel quite uncomfortable. "At least Nightfall is a normal sword!" Benson shouted as he stuttered and slashed, unceremoniously slashing at Frey's chest. Frey, knowing that his weapon was no match for Nightfall, subtly rotated his wrist to unload the attack by slashing his sword against Nightfall's true blade, and went around Benson's back from the side, then slashed cleanly at Benson's back.

"Bell!" Frey's sword failed to cut into Benson's leather armor, only to slash at the night, which Benson quickly carried behind his back. Benson rolled forward, and immediately turned one hundred and eighty degrees with a wide sweep, and the tip of the night slashed in front of Frey, forcing him back from the attack.

"It seems that my brother's death is not unjust. Frey smiled wryly, he wasn't very good at using standard-shaped swords. Miloca, who remained in the abandoned shop, could clearly feel that Frey's movements were severely restricted by his weapons, preventing him from using his full strength.

"When I finish off your loyal men, they'll let out the same exclamation!" Benson quickly swung the night into a series of attacks, and Frey, who was overwhelmed for a moment, had to start circling around him to minimize the collision of blades. "Why, you can't be proud without your four dislikes, where is the majestic Lord of Ice's Breath, Frey, the great?" said Benson scoffed.

Frey was indeed afraid of the power of the night, and Miloka could tell from the fact that he fearfully dodged and did not meet him. The hesitant boy clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, and the arm holding the sword even trembled slightly from excessive exertion. Soon, he saw Frey stabbed in the leg through the half-open wooden door, and fell to his knees in front of Benson in disappointment.

Lifting the night above his head like a proud athletic champion, Benson smirked and said, "Frey, you killed my father and Uncle Cassilian with heavy troops, and I can't help you." Now that you're gone, I'll be merciful to reward you with a ......" The bloody blade slashed through Benson's chest, and a surging pain engulfed his unfinished words. Frey stared at him with round eyes, watching the sword retreat quickly, watching the corpse fall in dejection, staring at the stunned Miloca.

"Whoosh!whoosh!" the bow and arrow snapped into the wooden walls, the doors, and Miloka. Frey couldn't seem to hear anything, and it wasn't until the metal arrow sank into Miloka's armor that he came to his senses and lunged Miloka into the room. Benson's guards didn't break into the ruined house, they had plenty of time to wait for Frey to come out and surrender with Miloca's body on his back, and if Frey left his dying companion in cold blood in a vain attempt to escape or fight his way out, all that awaited him would be another round of fire.

"You're a disgrace to the swordsman!" Frey scolded, snapping off three feathered arrows stuck in Miloka's body. And Miloca just grabbed Frey's boots hard, and blood kept pouring from the corners of her mouth. He couldn't speak because of the blood that had choked on his lungs, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Frey, firm and sincere.

"You're a tough guy, too!" Frey said.