Grimm Adam was a gifted knightly squire. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At the age of ten, he was exceptionally admitted to the Infantry Department of the War College.

At the age of twelve, during a training session, he was taken by Olsen Daia, a passing instructor of the cavalry department, and transferred to the cavalry department to study.

At the age of thirteen, he had been studying in the Cavalry Department for less than a year, and at the invitation of his Bole Olsen, he took a year off from school to participate in the year-long exploration mission of the Chaos Realm of Huronyar.

At the age of fourteen, at the ceremony when Olsen was awarded the title of knight and barony for his exploration mission, at the invitation of Olsen, he became the youngest knight squire in the 100-year history of the St. Aaron Empire, and is now a member of the selection team, returning to the school to continue his studies after the selection of new students at the War College in 1540 in the Calendar of the Gods.

Green, who had been by Baron Dia's side for two years, exuded the brilliance of chivalry all over his body, and whether it was "honor", "mercy", or "justice", he was very ashamed of the next battle.

Green admires his opponent very much, not to mention whether he has the ability to complete the first stage of the scout's 20-kilometer run test in 75 minutes, even if it is completed, it must be exhausted, and the child in front of him in this situation, dodged his own eyes and found all the boxes.

Green felt that even if a miracle happened, he had really done these things, and now he probably didn't even have the strength to stand. But for such a child who is three years younger than himself, his right hand is bandaged, full of blood, and a head shorter, he must fight himself in such a state.

So Green held his sword very loosely and waited patiently, giving the withered blonde child a little more rest and waiting for Arthur to attack.

Arthur's heart was not at ease at all, and he was very anxious.

Arthur remembered the oath he had made as a knight.

The oath he made under the witness of the flames, the boulders, and the long sword, finally came to the last moment two years later.

Failure means that everything you have fought for has evaporated.

His vows, the traces of his biological parents, the expectations of his father Simon, the sweat, forbearance and grievances over the years, all came to nothing, just a cruel nightmare.

Arthur couldn't accept his own defeat, and he was anxious.

But this last moment, for him, is simply an impossible task.

If you want to defeat the opponent in front of you, you must have effective offensive means.

Arthur's only effective means of attack comes from the elusive dagger in his left hand, in other words, it is to use the opponent's carelessness and his deceptive right-handed sword skills to create a gap that does not exist in the first place, and in the face of such a gap, Arthur has only one chance, once he shoots, he will inevitably see blood, and he will have to distinguish the winner and loser, so Arthur's dagger in his left hand is extremely fast and swift, and it is difficult for Arthur to master such a blow, any, so Simon forbade Arthur to use the dagger in his left hand outside of life and death.

Then Arthur was left with only the black shortsword in his right hand, which in a sense, was the shortsword of Arthur's shield.

However, there may be no other way than to take it one step at a time.

Arthur took a few steps back, rubbed his hands, untied the dagger from his waist and placed it on the ground, turned around, and looked at the black-haired Green, his eyes sharpened.

Arthur's dark yellow cloak covered his thin body, swaying slightly in the wind.

The right hand, which had already drawn the black sword, was perfectly hidden under the cloak, and there was no trace of it from the outside.

The first confrontation between the compassionate senior and the junior who is like a great enemy begins.

Arthur was on tiptoe, extremely fast, and had already charged.

Green was obviously taken aback, Arthur still had such a speed after going through such an exam!

Grimm's expression was solemn, and he had already used force in his hand, a knight's long sword thrust, like a textbook.

Arthur kept his eyes on the tip of the sword, watching the spur attack, leaning to the left, he had dodged the stab, a black crescent moon cut out from under the cloak, slashed under the sword, jumped directly backwards, dissolved the power of the spike, and was about to launch a second charge from a different angle.

Green, whose sword was almost flipped off, stretched out his left hand and signaled Arthur to pause.

"Arthur Haber, I'm sorry I underestimated you, but I didn't expect you to maintain such speed after such a deliberate test of physical exertion. ”

Arthur was stunned for a moment, and shook his head helplessly, although Green was obviously kind, his thin figure seemed to make others look down on him again.

"But since I have made this mistake once, I will not have a second time, otherwise it will be disrespectful to you, disrespectful to myself, and disrespectful to Baron Daya. ”

Green once again took a stance, clenching the long sword with both hands, holding it high above the top, the long sword facing the sky, reflecting the sun's rays brightly, and every time the long sword fell, it must be as fast as thunder.

"Arthur, I'm looking forward to seeing you at the Academy, but first, you're going to get past me. ”

"Be careful. ”

The momentum of Green in Arthur's eyes was completely different, and at the same time, he was full of power and threat.

Once again, the dark yellow cloak enveloped Arthur's thin frame and black dagger.

The confrontation between the two people was exactly the same as just now, but the atmosphere was completely different.

As soon as the dark yellow cloak was retracted in the wind, Arthur had already rushed out, charging straight!

Green couldn't see Arthur's short sword hidden under his cloak and had to strike first.

The knight's sword fell abruptly, and a huge arc with a sharp edge was blocking Arthur's path.

The black short sword suddenly appeared from under the cloak and went straight to the attacking longsword, Arthur's wrist at the same time forced, and with the huge force on the longsword, he retreated to the side, rolling on the spot, already avoiding the knight's longsword from the bottom up.

Arthur was on the ground with one hand, his head tilted, and he watched Green, anticipating his next charge.

Green frowned and looked at Arthur, an opponent who was clearly completely different from his previous ones.

The stance of "Thunderbolt" is the basis of no high-level warrior or knight, and its characteristics lie in its great strength, fast speed, and the unpredictability of each attack.

Combined with Green's envisioned series of wrestling and dragging skills, the sword can often deal damage to the enemy in a single encounter.

But Arthur is completely different, his black sword seems to be very wide, but the huge hole in the middle and the shortness of the sword body undoubtedly reduce a lot of weight, making Arthur extremely flexible to use.

And Arthur's attack seems to be very imposing, indomitable, but in fact, it is about to collapse at the first touch, if there is no chance, immediately retreat and prepare for the next attack.

Green knows that in the face of such an opponent, if he does not press step by step, it will be absolutely difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

For the first time, Green, with fine steps, launched a charge.

The sound of tinkling bells, and the figures of leaping and leaping flickered in the field.

This battle made Green feel very uncomfortable, Arthur's short sword always hit the long sword skew diagonally, his own strength hit the air, and the extremely hard and smooth edge of the short sword made it difficult to implement all subsequent techniques, and any successful combo of his own was directly dodged by Arthur, and he rushed over to entangle himself while his long sword was difficult to retract.

What frightened Green the most was Arthur's left hand that could not be found under the cloak, and every time Arthur was in close combat, Green felt as if he had seen a poisonous snake that had chosen to devour people burst out from under the cloak like lightning and bite his throat, disturbing his mind, and the look on his face couldn't help but be a little more serious, and the long sword in his hand was faster and more powerful.

Arthur's heart was even more irritable, he was completely suppressed, and finally the physical exhaustion that gradually appeared seemed to indicate his defeat, every time the sword in his hand was swung, it became heavier and heavier, and every time he collided, he had to use the strength of his whole body to support and move, the consumption of physical strength was extremely fast, and the power from the hilt of the sword became more and more difficult to control.

Arthur knew that he was about to lose.

All the hard work and hard work of his two years is gone.

The scars on his body, the claw marks of the sand lizard on his chest, seemed to be laughing at him.

After all, it will be difficult for him to set foot in Simon's footsteps, and will he go against the knight's oath after all?

For the first time in his life, he shouted to the world, rebelled against fate, and ended without a problem?

Are you going to face your father's disappointed eyes again?

Do you have to endure the ridicule and bullying of your children again?

Can you only lie on the ground and cry motionlessly?

No!

Arthur would rather die than do that!

If this is the case, Arthur would rather choose to fight! Either defeat Grimm or die directly under the knight's sword!

Arthur looked at the rapidly growing sword blade in front of him and chose to break the boat.

It was a powerful slash, as fast as lightning, and it was a sword that Arthur could not avoid except retreating.

Arthur did not retreat at all, but rushed forward, the black sword diagonally against the blade of the long sword, and his body was stunned, and he moved forward with great difficulty, and the vibration from his hand almost made the short sword out of his hand.

The slash of the knight's longsword slid down the sleek black sword, making a tooth-aching sound, and it was about to bounce and slash down at Arthur again.

Arthur didn't dodge, his right hand, wrapped in a blood-colored bandage, was once again slashed by the blade of the long sword, but he still held the short sword tightly, and the tip of the only blade on the short sword was desperately sent towards Green's body.

Arthur's spirit was already in a trance, he didn't know if the dagger could stab Grimm, but he definitely didn't have the strength to stop before the dagger touched his body.

Arthur's eyes were no longer the black-haired Grimm Dea.

In front of you is a bright future, and behind you is a deep black hell of humiliation tumbling.

Arthur thought about the future and pushed forward, and handed his right hand out.

"Ding!-"

An extremely short black dagger trembled and let out a crisp wail, then swirled across the sky and finally plunged into the earth.

The hearts of the surrounding children kept beating with each impact between the steels, from the initial shock to surprise, and finally to admiration for Arthur, even Drake, who often bullied Arthur, watched everything in the field intently.

But seeing this scene, everyone's hearts sank.

Arthur paused, completely ignoring the blade of the knight's longsword that rested around his neck, and stared at the dagger that trembled incessantly.

This scene seems to have been seen by the young man who was in full swing in the desert snow two years ago.

Arthur remembers that the young man was full of fire and vigor at that time, but Arthur's heart was cold now.

In the past two years, all these years, nothing can be changed after all, I am thin and thin, and I can't gain a foothold on the battlefield after all, right?

Arthur closed his eyes, trying not to let the tears flow, and sent his neck to the blade of the sword, perhaps dying under the knight's sword, after all, worthy of the knight's oath.

Green was panting, looking at the young man who had been fighting with him for a long time with a look of surprise, and seeing Arthur's movements, he was so frightened that he quickly dropped the long sword in his hand, but it still brought a blood mark on Arthur's neck.

Green grabbed Arthur's shoulder and patted Arthur in the face: "Hey, hey, Arthur, wake up!"

Green felt that Arthur must have fainted from physical exertion, and he didn't believe that a teenager like Arthur would commit suicide at all.

Green shook Arthur vigorously: "Hey, hey, wake up, you're through, Arthur!"

Arthur, who was in a daze, was immersed in grief, not knowing what he was thinking, and when he heard this, he immediately turned over, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Green blankly: "But, but I lost." ”

Kyle stepped forward and rubbed Arthur's head: "No one said you have to defeat Green to pass, the standard for passing is 3 minutes of offensive and defensive time without defeat, but your battle is so interesting, we don't want to interrupt at all." Kyle nodded at Greenno.

Green picked up the knight's sword on the ground, inserted it back into the scabbard at his waist, shook his sore right arm, and walked towards the black sword stuck in the ground, while saying: "I entered the War College at the age of ten, and if I lose to you now, I won't be alive, but you kid is so crazy, my sword is a little weak, you have to press up, I have no chance to retreat and speak." ”

Kyle scratched his head, "How long have you two been fighting?"

"13 minutes and 26 seconds. Olsen corrected again indifferently.

Green picked up the black sword, which seemed to be lighter than he expected, turned around and handed it to Arthur, smiling slightly, "Welcome to the War College, Arthur." ”

At this moment, the surrounding children finally couldn't help it, and they all gathered around Arthur and shouted, discussed, and congratulated.

"Haha, tall hemp pole! Well done, although you probably can't beat me with the copper hammer, but I can't do all the weird things you did, I make you a friend! hahaha!" The nagging dwarf brass laughed and patted Arthur's back hard, or buttocks, which the dwarf could reach without much effort.

"Yes, Arthur, when we get into a fight, I won't laugh at you anymore if we win, and if you lose, you'll have to tell me how you found those boxes." Drake said mysteriously as he hammered Arthur on the shoulder.

"Phew!-" The surrounding children were visibly booing "You deserve to laugh at him."

Arthur laughed uncontrollably in the midst of the children, tears were laughing from his eyes, he felt that his previous opinion must be correct, and today's sunshine was indeed the brightest day in more than ten years.

The children's voices gradually quieted for some reason, and they all moved out of the way, with Arthur on one end and Garcia on the other.

Arthur looked at this old childhood friend, the man who had been bullying him since then, but who had saved him in a life-and-death situation, the companion who had saved him and had not given him a chance to thank him at all.

Garcia walked over, carrying behind him, no longer a smaller throwing axe, but a larger, one-handed tomahawk, with delicate and childish patterns carved into it.

The two childhood friends looked at each other fixedly, and the atmosphere was like resin, slowly flowing viscously, changing, and finally turning this moment into the amber in their hearts.

Garcia shook his head, laughed, punched Arthur in the shoulder, and reached out.

"Well done, Arthur!"

Arthur's lips trembled with excitement, but he couldn't say a word, and he reached out and grabbed Garcia's palm.

Arthur knew that at this moment, the old friend who had not been seen for many years, the old friend who had not come back even with the grace of saving his life, had returned.

The atmosphere in Habsha Village is now very warm, harmonious and comfortable, and both the selection team members and the children have smiles on their faces, celebrating the birth of a rare scout student and the return of a team of friends.

If it weren't for the white apostle.

"Wait!" the cold voice of the white apostle shattered the warmth of everything in the field, and Arthur's chilling gaze returned to him once again.