A young man in brown leather armor crouched by the river, his eyes staring straight into the middle of the river, as if expecting something. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoA huge fish head suddenly emerged from the middle of the river, followed by a harpoon, and the blue and yellow-striped fish stuck on it were still struggling.

"Tiger-skinned ghost fish!" Mo Duoji is victorious!" the boy shouted with laughter, stepping on a stone and jumping across the river. The minotaur sitting under the tree on the opposite bank slowly stood up and bent down and stretched out his right arm, and the young man sat on his shoulder. The fish-man, known as Mo Duoji, climbed ashore and shook the water with all his might, before another fish-man who poked out of the river was thrown all over his face.

"Let's go, they can't wait, teacher. The boy said, holding on to the severed horn of the minotaur.

The minotaur straightened up, waved at the fish-man brothers, and walked into the woods. The losing fishman reluctantly picked up the basket and kept up with the minotaur with Modoji.

It wasn't until the Minotaur and his party returned to camp that the fish-man brothers stopped making noise, and it was at this moment that the atmosphere quieted down, but it was a little too quiet. The camp in front of me was an open space about forty yards in diameter, I don't know why this clearing had no trees or grass, just suitable for camping, but the troll hunter Askar and the old orc Say who were supposed to stay here were gone, and even the horses carrying the goods were gone, and the campfire in the middle of the camp had been extinguished, but there was still a faint green smoke, apparently extinguished with water and grass. The warrior's instincts told the minotaur that danger was approaching, and he subconsciously lowered the boy on his right shoulder and raised his left hand to draw the battle axe on his back.

"Whoosh!" The forest suddenly shot out a dense crossbow arrow, the fishman Mo Duoji who was about to speak with his mouth open bore the brunt, the crossbow arrow entered from the mouth and shot directly through the throat, the other fishman was dragged away by the crossbow arrow and nailed to the trunk of a tree not far away, the left arm and right knee of the minotaur were also shot by the crossbow arrow, and he knelt on the ground with a pop, and before kneeling down, he quickly pulled out the battle axe on the right side to block the young man's body, so as to save the young man's life.

There was a crisp applause in the forest, and a swordsman in bright silver armor clapped his hands and emerged from the forest, his armor was carved with lilac patterns, and it was clear at a glance that he was prominent. Behind the swordsman were a dozen or so soldiers lined up, their crossbows already loaded with new bolts, ready to shoot again when the swordsman gave the order.

"Responsive, just like your buddies, but nothing more than that. The swordsman was as arrogant as a lion, his tone was full of provocation and disdain, but his eyes exuded a sinister snake.

The young man drew the long sword at his waist and shouted at the swordsman, "Despicable! As a swordsman, you actually use crossbow arrows!"

Hearing the boy's reprimand, the swordsman became even more contemptuous, "What about crossbow arrows? I'm only responsible for hunting dirty subhumans, and crossbow arrows are just tools." But you, as a noble human being, are in the company of beasts, and you have lost all the glory of the swordsman. ”

The boy was about to fight back, when the minotaur plunged his tomahawk into the ground in front of him, snapping the bolts on his left arm and right knee, and pulling out another tomahawk behind his back and taking a stance. "If you still retain the dignity of a swordsman, I will duel with you!" As soon as the words fell, the minotaur covered his face with a battle axe and whispered to the young man: "If you start to run north, pick up the woodland, don't stop, we are already very close to the border of the Northern Empire, with your dexterity, it won't take a day......"

"Shoot the arrow!" Before the minotaur could finish his words, the swordsman had already given the order to the soldiers, and the dense crossbow arrows struck instantly, and the young man who bypassed the battle axe in front of him was hit by the crossbow arrows, and the whole person was overturned, and before he lost consciousness, his last memory was the minotaur who roared and looked at him, and the delicate bayonet sword that pierced the minotaur's chest.

When the leather-clad boy woke up again, he was already lying comfortably on the bed. He sat up abruptly and looked around, it was a small hut, with only a bed and a wooden table in the whole room, and nothing else. The person standing by the window was facing the young man, and the light outside the window was very strong, shining through the window on his golden armor, emitting a faint halo.

"You're awake. The man by the window turned around and asked indifferently. Only then did the boy see that it was a Templar of his own age, his crisp short hair was as golden as the armor on his body, and his face looked cold but sincere, and the long sword pinned to his waist attracted the boy's attention. The Sword-Bearer, the young man remembered this word, and when he was very young, he had heard Say-sensei say, "The Sword-Bearers were the most special group of the Templars, who no longer sought salvation, but turned to the ranks of purification. Swordsmen were more adept at fighting and decisive than the average Templar, and the doctrine that 'what the blade is evil is what the sword is' gave them more power and responsibilities. At the age of fourteen in Howling Wind Bay, the cargo ship on which the boy and his party were traveling was attacked by pirates, and it happened that a sword-wielder was on the boat, and the boy witnessed the process of the sword-wielding man "purifying" more than twenty pirates alone, and his sword skills and temple spells were truly unforgettable.

"My name is Solanya Austin, and my friends call me Solan, may I ask what your name is?"

The Templar's self-introduction interrupted the boy's thoughts, "Miloca," the boy replied, "how is Uncle Bane?

"You mean the minotaur with you, unfortunately, we couldn't save him, and the fish-man ......" Solana turned his head at this point, but Miloka interrupted him and tried to get out of bed, but the sharp pain in his shoulder hindered his movements. Solana's reckless action alarmed Solana, who cautiously looked Miloka up and down, and quickly reassured. "Don't try to take revenge, in front of the Southern Empire's "Killing Order", even a hundred of you seem insignificant. Solanya said as she looked at the long sword standing next to the bed—it was a Northern Empire style sword, the blade was densely chipped, the blade was rusty, and the non-slip threads on the hilt were almost smoothed. "Where did you get it?" asked Solanya, "the battle-hardened object, not yours." ”

Miloka looked at the sword, it was probably the only thing that could prove her origins. According to Mr. Say, the sword was found near the river where he was found, and the experienced old hunter Askar insisted that it was the saber of the man who threw Miloka at the river, and he shouted and cursed the owner of the sword for a long time. However, Miloka did not answer Solanya's question, and just stared blankly at the sword.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer, but you have to know that I saved you because I had an obligation to protect every citizen of the Saint Reas Empire. No matter where you were born or grew up, since you hold the sword of the Empire in your hand, I will treat you as a citizen of the Empire. Speaking of this, Solanya turned around and continued to look out the window, the small square downstairs was crowded with refugees who had fled from the Southern Empire. Solanya breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "But my responsibility ends here, you have to find a way to survive on your own, the orphanage will not take in seventeen or eighteen-year-olds, and in ten days there will be troops to receive and resettle refugees, you have to make a choice." Don't be filled with meaningless anger, living is the premise of all impulsive behavior. ”

Miloka still responded with silence, his mind full of questions - Brother Fishman must be dead, what about Uncle Bane? Although he had seen the sword pierce into his chest, Bane was a rough-skinned Minotaur and a battle-hardened veteran, and he had survived even being shot by a crossbow arrow, and how could he have lost his life so easily when he had been smashed by a rolling stone in the Great Rift Valley a few years ago? And Ascar, Miloka had seen Askar's skills in the woods, and he knew exactly what was dozens of yards away, how long his body was, how many claws he had, whether he had stepped on leaves or dirt, and that he would have been ambushed by so many people? If he had escaped with Mr. Say, would he have gone back to find him? Where had the old horse gone? One question after another kept disturbing Miloka's thoughts until Solana opened the door and was about to leave.

"If you want to do something, go to the imperial capital to break through, stay here for one or two more months, and there will be a caravan of the consortium that can bring you to the imperial capital. Solanya stood in the doorway, turned her head to face Miloca, and said earnestly, "Good luck." ”

After Solana left, Miloka lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and continuing to think. "Solanya looks about my age, doesn't he? At the age of seventeen or eighteen, he has become a sword wielder, and if I had that ability, everyone probably wouldn't have died. No, no, no, everyone hasn't died yet, there must be. Thinking of this, the uncontrollable chagrin welled up in Miloka's heart, "When I was in Black Rock City, I really should have learned swordsmanship, although those swordsmen in the Black Prison were all defeated by Bane's subordinates, but they also relied on their skills to beg for food in the Black Prison, and there was always something to learn......