The night before the refugees left, Miloca tossed and turned, unable to sleep, accustomed to Lilia's reminders, and for some reason, he was never irritated by the sound of "thump, thump" from the other side of the wall. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Maybe it was Lilia's words that aroused his curiosity?Is there really enough power for revenge hidden in people's hearts?Or is Lilia's enthusiasm moved him, making him clearly feel that he is not alone?However, the things that bother Miloka are not these problems, what really makes Miloka unable to sleep peacefully is the unusual silence tonight - Lilia has left the room after lunch, and there is no "knock, knock" sound on the other side of the wall.

Lilia had been lying on the railing of the promenade since the afternoon, watching the refugees tear down their tents little by little, pack their bags, and receive their troops to arrive early tomorrow morning, in order not to throw away their last belongings and not be left behind by the team, many refugees would rather sleep on the ground tonight with their clothes and clothes. Lilia didn't know where the loss in her heart came from, she only knew that being in a daze like this didn't do much to help her mood improve, but she just couldn't get interested in doing anything else. All this was seen by Lilia's master, but he didn't say anything, just watched quietly, as if he knew what was going to happen.

In the middle of the night, Miloca finally mustered up the courage to walk to the wall and tapped twice, "Knock, knock", but there was no response from the other side of the wall. "I guess I'm gone. Miloca thought to himself, packed his packages and prepared to go to the castle gate to wait for dawn, he knew that it was not easy to move with the refugees, and if he was not careful, he would be left behind by the large army, and the refugees only wanted to survive, and no one cared if there was one less stranger around him. In this unfamiliar place, if you are alone and abandoned in the wilderness, I am afraid that you will not live long.

"Staying alive is a prerequisite for all impulsive behavior. Miloka remembered Solanya's words.

Opening the door, Miloca was surprised to find Lilia lying on the railing. When Lilia heard the door open, she immediately turned to look at Miloca, and it was like they had met for the first time. In fact, they are only meeting each other for the second time, but they feel like old friends who have not seen each other for a long time.

"Are you going to leave now?" asked Lilia.

Miloka shook her head and said, "No, it's just prepared in advance, I can't sleep anyway, I want to go to the gate and wait." ”

"Is the shoulder injury healed?"

"Occasionally, it hurts a little bit, and it hasn't healed yet, but it doesn't affect it anymore. ”

"Then let's duel!" Lilia seemed to have a sudden burst of energy, and stretched out her hand to invite Miloca.

The third time, Miloka was at a loss in front of Lilia's enthusiasm.

"Don't you remember? I told you before, and when you're healed, we'll duel. Don't you want to get the power of revenge?"

"But... I ......" Miloka was hesitating, but Lilia ran to the open space downstairs, which was once a training ground, and now the refugees were crowded at the gate, and there were no tents, and the training ground showed its original appearance.

"Come on, take it as a parting gift for me, come down and have a good fight!" Lilia shouted as she stood in the middle of the training ground, waving at Miloka upstairs.

Lilia's shouts caught the attention of the guards, and at the top of the arrow tower in the northeast corner of the wall, the castle commander watched with interest what was happening downstairs.

"Your Excellency......" The accompanying escort stepped forward to ask the commander for instructions, but was interrupted by the commander raising his hand. "Let them go, I'm interested in the swordsman's abilities. Tell all posts not to interfere. The commander said.

"Do you really want to fight?" said Miloca, standing in the middle of the training ground, facing Lilia.

Lilia looked a little impatient, and shouted at Miloca: "Don't mother-in-law, don't you carry a sword just to become a stronger swordsman? ”

"But ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll do it!" As she spoke, Lilia suddenly lunged forward, swinging her fist straight at the door of Miloca.

Lilia's sudden attack frightened Miloka into a mess, and she narrowly dodged the punch in a panic, but was hit hard in the lower abdomen by Lilia's other hand, her body almost off the ground, and the side legs that followed directly lifted Miloka out. Miloca, who was in the air, struggled to adjust her posture and finally landed on one knee.

"That's all you can do, draw your sword, what kind of swordsman is if you don't draw your sword!" Lilia shouted dissatisfiedly, and as soon as she finished speaking, she performed a beautiful front flip.

Miloka didn't expect Lilia's speed and strength to reach such a level, and she was dazed by her flowing attacks, and subconsciously obeyed her urging, standing up and about to draw her sword, but she didn't expect Lilia's front flip in the middle of her wrist to slash, and the sword that was just half unsheathed was pressed back. Miloca's movements were all in Lilia's prediction, and she slashed and sealed Miloka's sword, landing smoothly, and Lilia took advantage of the momentum to sweep a hand knife towards Miloka's neck. This knife really startled Miloca, and he subconsciously raised his left shoulder to block hard, and rolled sideways a few times before he opened up the distance between him and Lilia.

When she was in Black Rock City, Miloca had seen the brawlers in the Black Prison attack the Berserker with a knife, and the skinny fighter slashed at the Berserker's neck, and the sturdy Southern "Maniac" immediately collapsed to the ground and almost died. Later, Miloka also asked specifically, and Bane said that this was a fighting move from the East Island, fast and deadly.

"This is to divide the winner and lose, and it is clear that I want my life. Miloka thought, taking advantage of Lilia's lack of an attack, quickly drew her sword and took the initiative. Flipping up, flipping on the side, sweeping, Miloka slashed three swords in a row, but was easily avoided by Lilia sideways, then sideways, and backhand flips, and the cunning Lilia didn't forget to kick Miloka's chin after dodging a sword in the backhand, kicking Miloka back again and again. The back hand fell to the ground, and Lilia pressed her body and rushed forward to cast another trick of iron mountain leaning, knocking Miloka out of the air again.

"It's a bit of a swordsman, but if you're so half-, beware of being killed by me!" Lilia defiantly hooked her finger at Miloca, and took another stance of attack.

At some point, Lilia's master was also standing in the corridor of the sanatorium watching the duel, and he shook his head helplessly and sighed, "What a mess of boxing." The commander on the arrow tower didn't think so, in his eyes, the girl's attack was fast and fierce, pressing the opponent so tightly that it was difficult to breathe, although the moves were not unpredictable, but they were also delicate everywhere, just right.

The tide of action in the training arena began to change from Miloca's success in blocking Lilia's side kick. In order to avoid Lilia's powerful side kicks, Miloka twisted her wrist to transform the longsword that had been standing at her side from the sword face to the blade outward, a move that put both of them under the threat of the blade, but also forced Lilia to reluctantly retract her leg and lose her center of gravity. In Lilia's prediction, even if Miloka relied on her long sword to take the kick, she could continue to punch Miloka's chest, and Miloka's posture was categorically too late to defend against the blow. However, Lilia never expected that Miloka would come up with such a strange trick.

As soon as she succeeded, Miloka quickly smashed Lilia's shoulder with the hilt of her sword, and Lilia, who landed on one foot and had an unstable center of gravity, lay on the ground. In the ensuing duel, Miloka unleashed a number of tricks, such as stabbing Lilia's foot with the tip of her sword when she kicked her to attack, hooking Lilia's heel when forcing her to retreat, and slamming her face to scare her when Lilia rushed forward, all of which successfully hindered Lilia's coherent attacks and created favorable opportunities for Miloca. However, to others, Miloca's moves are a bit like ruffian street fighting.

"What a free sword!" the commander on the turret couldn't help but marvel at Miloka's moves. The commander, who is also a swordsman, has been learning conservative swordsmanship since he was a child, and when he is an adult, he can already build an iron wall with a long sword, but he is well versed in the essence of conservatives, but he is unwilling to stop there, believing that "the realm of swordsmanship has no end", he began to study radical swordsmanship. With his talent and hard work, his swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds. But he was always troubled by the question of both conservative and radical swordsmanship: when both schools of swordsmanship had reached their peak, could there be a more subtle realm of swordsmanship?

In the early spring of the year 219, the Northern Empire launched its fourth southern expedition, led by Cleon of the Garia family, who had many titles, Duke of the Eagle Eagle, Imperial Blade, Holy Sword General, and Legendary Sword Saint, a generalissimo who was only twenty-six years old. Cleon is a military genius who led the Imperial Legion to break the "Great Rift Curse" and drove all the way south to the city of Black Rock, almost destroying the Nanban who had been fighting the Empire for more than 200 years. Cleon is also an approachable general, and his personal guard consists of only four people, all of whom are swordsmen selected from the territory of the Garia family, but Cleon often smiles and says, "I can put down the four of you with one hand, what other guards do you want, go and go, it is better to go home and have children around me." He cared for his subordinates, and often joked about rushing them home, but it was true that he could easily defeat his own guards. Cleon's Guards had never dismissed his jokes, believing them to be just Cleon's words about his men, since neither Cleon nor the Guards had ever fought with all their might on the battlefield - they both had more important responsibilities. At the end of the siege of Black Rock City, the prince of the Southern Barbarians, who could not bear to see the soldiers sacrificed, asked for a judgment in the competition, and each side sent five people, winning three games in five games, and Cleon readily agreed. The Southern Barbarians sent four generals with excellent martial arts and the third prince, known as the "First Warrior", while the Northern Imperial Army was led by Cleon to meet the battle. The Southern Barbarian warriors were brave and good at fighting the continent, and the swordsmen of the Northern Empire were defeated in two consecutive battles. Seeing the crisis of the battle situation, Cleon went into battle in advance, and happened to face the three princes of the Southern Barbarians who wanted to win a quick battle in one fell swoop, such a heavyweight battle made both armies boil, the war drums and shouts shook the sky, and even the walls of Black Rock City trembled. However, the duel was not as fierce as expected, and the clarion call for war had not yet dissipated, and Cleon had already taken the head of the third prince. The soldiers of both armies were dumbfounded, and only a master whose strength surpassed that of Cleon's personal guard could appreciate the subtlety of this holy sword general's swordsmanship—a peerless swordsmanship that was not confined to two schools of swordsmanship. Seventeen years later, Cleon's free sword skills were widely known, but few people were proficient in it. At this moment, one of the few freelance swordsmanship masters is standing on the arrow tower to find a successor for himself.

Lilia, who was broken by Miloca, became more and more anxious, but showed more flaws, and her tactics were wrong again and again. Miloka became more and more courageous, knocking Lilia to the ground several times, but unfortunately she never blocked Lilia's retreat, and the two were in such a stalemate. After dozens of rounds, Lilia finally stopped fighting back after the seventeenth time she fell to the ground, and Miloka decisively pressed the tip of her sword against Lilia's neck.

"Won't fight?" Miloca asked.

"Don't fight, rascal. Lilia replied reluctantly.

Miloka put away her long sword and reached out to pull Lilia up, but just held her hand, but Lilia kicked him in the lower abdomen and threw him over, and the two of them just lay on the ground in a large shape head to head.

"I've won the battle!" Lilia quibbled.

"Well," Miloka said speciously, staring blankly at the starry sky, "tell me, I want to avenge the relatives who raised me." ”

"You haven't felt it after all this time?" Lilia asked rhetorically.

"Ah, that, I see. Miloca replied.