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Although Henry's skill was very good, and his height and physical strength were fully affordable, a greatsword of astonishing length and size of one meter and a half was still not as agile as a one-handed sword or a one-and-a-half sword.

A weapon of this size is actually used in a way that is closer to a long-pole weapon than a sword.

Like a spear or axe, the ideal way to use a greatsword is to use its long range to create an inaccessible "no man's land" that slashes and kills enemies before they can get close enough to use their smaller weapons.

If the weapon is not the same as the opponent's weapon, there are two ways to deal with them: the insurance plan is to open a certain distance and induce the opponent to attack. Since the size and weight of the greatsword is larger than that of a normal weapon, as long as you can avoid attacks, each swing of the opponent is bound to consume more stamina than you. When the opponent starts to show signs of fatigue, mistakes and misses will follow.

This is the option that most ordinary people will choose when dealing with an opponent who does not know about using large-sized weapons. For those who are physically prohibitive, well-versed in combat skills, and confident in their dodges and close quarters, they usually opt for a more straightforward active attack. Sprint to the opponent's side at high speed and beat the enemy's shortcomings with your own strengths, and use concise and varied continuous small attacks until the opponent is completely unable to react.

A person who is good at using a weapon with a wide opening and closing is usually killed by a person who is good at small changes and continuous attacks, and this is the case with the suppression of Jerónimo's greatsword before, and at this moment, the Kramer in Henry's hand is just a slightly more difficult challenge in the eyes of the other party. Therefore, the men behind him all gave the task of dealing with the tall northerner to their captain, and another purple mercenary, along with three blue cards and a dozen green cards, all armed with weapons, slaughtered Mira and the others.

"Whew-smack!" Old Juan and Federo had just returned from hunting, and they didn't even put down their bows, and they just opened their bows and arrows at this moment, but these mercenaries who came were not stupid, they expected this, and they had already formed a defensive line with several people holding pointed shields, and the inferior wooden arrows without iron arrows were shattered and broken when they were shot, and they couldn't even penetrate its surface, and after just a few shots, Old Juan raised his hand and made Federo stop.

There are not many arrows left, and now is not the time to waste them. He pulled out the hunting knife at his waist, and Mira and two other blue-badged mercenaries tried to protect the flank of the team. The people of the Batty Merchant Clan, who had the advantage in numbers, looked at the struggling crowd with smiles on their faces, and many of them especially looked at our Luoan Maiden standing on the left, and the ill-intentioned meaning made her furrow a small brow.

"Huh. The other purple-branded mercenary sneered, and then removed the mercenary card from his waist, the reason why so many of them appeared wearing mercenary badges was obviously because they didn't know who the person who lit the white smoke here was. It's not strange to say, although most mercenaries themselves are not a good thing, but when people see people who have been certified by mercenary groups and wear official badges, they will always subconsciously think that they are good people.

Out of this mentality, these mercenary thugs of the Barty Merchant Group naturally wear badges when they operate in the field, so that when they meet someone, they can explain that they are mercenaries on a mission - and once they confirm their target, take off their mercenary badges and start moving, even if there are other people passing by nearby, they will only think that these people are bandits and not some professional mercenaries.

Even if the bad reputation is known to many people in the industry, and some of the more famous ones like the purple mercenaries who led the team this time call themselves Kristol, who is also known to everyone, but because of their identity and the power of the Barty Merchant Group, and most importantly, they can bring a lot of visible benefits, many high-level personnel, including the mercenary guild and the nobles of the southern city-states, do not exterminate them, but secretly support their existence.

This is also the reason why these people are able to swagger in and out of the town, in the south where interests are paramount, if you have money and power, you will only see the beauty of obedient people and singing and dancing, and if you stand on the opposite side of interests and become the party of exploitation and plunder, you will really realize the coldness and cruelty here.

"Dekamikulaiai, Otas Persencher (let me play with her, the rest will be left to you). The purple-branded mercenary turned to the crowd behind him and said this in Lamani. Mira couldn't understand what he was saying, but she could clearly see the other man smile, then twist her wrist in a playful way, and immediately stab her in the chest.

"Ding-" Mira, who had already put on a mid-plow defensive stance, decisively blocked the knife - successfully blocked the blow of the purple mercenary, causing Federo and Eufemio to look at her in a daze. But the girl herself was not at all pleased, but frowned - the other party was playing with her - and the girl of Roan immediately judged this fact. As the opponent chooses as the first attack, the best target point for this direct stab should be the throat rather than the chest, and attacks that are more lethal and close to the line of sight are more difficult to block, and even if the opponent successfully blocks them, they can close the distance.

'Underestimated-' There was a hint of anger and resentment in the girl's heart, and the fear and nervousness that had come out of nowhere, along with hatred and the like, quickly welled up in her heart - but she didn't use this power to slash at least more powerfully, as most others would do.

The other party once again spun his wrist and looked at him with a smile on his face, and the other dozen or so mercenaries began to rush towards Old Juan, who avoided Mira in a familiar way, and Federo behind him grabbed the hot iron pot and threw it at them. There was an enemy in front of him, an enemy far more powerful than himself, there was a noise behind him and the rest of the place, the environment was noisy, the pressure was enormous, and a lot of thoughts flashed between the lightning and flint, but at the end Mira remembered her teacher's posture every time he was in battle-

Calm.

Calm and composed, as if the Mobigas Inland Sea is unfazed.

"Whew-" She deliberately controlled her breathing, then slowly stepped out of her left foot.

"Chel, what?" The purple-card mercenary who realized that this girl might not be as playful as he thought was shaken for a moment, but the next second he glanced to the left and what he was witnessing made him even more distracted - and these things were the last things to be done on the battlefield.

There is no room for distraction in the ever-changing battle, even if it is an elite mercenary with a purple card, even if the opponent is just a petite girl in her teens.

He shouldn't have looked away.

"Qiang--Bang-" A prosaic long stab, the purple mercenary who reacted separated it with the long knife in his hand, he was horrified by the accuracy and calmness of this girl, this blow stabbed at all without any swing, if it was not opened, it would directly stab his throat, but what made him sweat more than this, or after that, he wanted to withdraw the weapon, but the half-hand sword in the other party's hand followed directly like a tarsal bone and poked him in the chest again.

"Qiang Dang-" In a hurry, a sword flower shook off the opponent's one-and-a-half sword and then strode back, the faceless purple mercenary was drenched in cold sweat, life and death in an instant, the previous ease was gone, and he began to really look at this girl seriously at this moment. On the other hand, our white-haired girl, when she saw that the other party had opened up the distance, she naturally retracted her posture, lowered her center of gravity, retracted her right foot, and the whole person and the long sword were integrated into another starting pose again.

- Apparently, Mira understood the characteristics of the half-hand sword in her hand, and she did not adopt a wide open and closed slashing posture when facing a long knife that was lighter and more capable of slashing. At this moment, Luo An's white-haired girl leaned sideways forward, raised her left hand flat, clenched into a fist and retracted towards her chest, while her right hand held the sword in one hand, placing the blade flat on her elbow and the crook of her arm, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the opponent opposite.

Advanced Swordsmanship Starting Style: Key Style.

The ability to compete for continuous slashing is definitely not as good as a long sword, and if you rush up and open and close, she will definitely lose. Therefore, Mira decisively chose a stabbing start that requires more accuracy, mentality, and control - at the moment, her heart is not shocked, but on the contrary, the purple card mercenary who is older and more experienced should be more experienced at this time, but she is out of breath at this time, and she is defeated in front of a little girl who is only wearing thin clothes without even armor on the blue card, although he still feels a hot pain in his face when he knows that everyone is fighting now, and probably not many people have time to pay attention to him.

Coupled with the shock of the completely unequal battle behind Mira, the purple mercenary's mind was filled with many complicated thoughts that were not conducive to the battle, and when Mira changed her starting hand and stabbed at him again, he was unable to react in time for a while.

"Qiang-dang-" The long knife held in one hand failed to completely open the sharp steel long sword, and the sword stabbed by the white-haired girl stabbed deeply through the flesh of the mercenary swordsman's shoulder, although it was deflected, she decisively crossed over to recover the long sword, and once again cut the position of the wound that deepened the wound, and the purple mercenary swordsman who was in pain fell down weakly, and lost his frontal defense for a moment, but Mira did not advance but retreated, and decisively pulled away - because the other party was not fighting alone.

"Click!" The two shields quickly merged in front of the purple mercenary, but the Luoan girl who ran to the left side and crossed the retreat saw what was happening behind her, and the two junior mercenaries who rushed to support were all wide-eyed and shocked.

"Impossible...... Target. "Plop. "Christo, who calls himself the Wind, is clearly not as untouchable as the real Wind. At this moment, he fell to his knees and burst into tears, the hands and long knives of the purple mercenary who was full of confidence a few minutes ago had fallen to the ground nearby, the blood flowing from the severed shoulders of Qi Gen was rapidly soaking the inside of his shirt and leather armor, his pale face was full of incomprehension because of the pain, he raised his face and stared straight at Henry, perhaps because his heart had been twisted or maybe the question that had been asked in this way was ridiculous: "Why! I'm the wind, I'm the wind! Why can you be faster than me!"

In connection with the previous speech, it was very difficult to feel that this person had something wrong with his head, and the words continued: "The one who killed me, the one who defeated me, what is your name, tell me! Tell me why you can defeat the wind, I am the fastest swordsman in the entire southern realm, I am the fastest, I cannot be hit!"

He roared hysterically, tendoning the fact that he had been beaten down like a melon and a vegetable cutter.

Henry frowned, his tone was still calm, as if it was not a famous and surnamed purple mercenary who was cut down in three or two moves, but flowers and trees somewhere: "You are too slow, I know someone who is faster than you." ”

"As for the name. ”

"Henry Mayer. He easily slit the other man's throat, and then continued as Christo fell, "As you can see, a sage." "Boom-dang-" "Poof-" The one-sided superiority achieved by Mira and Henry could not change the severity of the absolute numerical disadvantage, although the fact that a purple mercenary was injured and one was killed had dealt a serious blow to the morale of these batty merchants, and they knew that once the battle began, it would not be possible for one side to die, and they still fought hard to live such a life of licking blood.

Milara pulled away from the moment Henry killed Christo, the two blue-carded free mercenaries on the right flank were already scarred, they were defeated and retreated, and the people of the Batti merchant group who were approaching this distance decisively abandoned their shields, grabbed the long knife and slashed at the old Juan and several of them, Gironimo wanted to wave the giant sword in his hand, but the opponent who lost the shield easily dodged, like the previous torrent that surrounded their group, the batty merchant group thugs quickly approached, and the two young green-card mercenaries who spilled the hot soup on them in front of them became the first to bear the brunt。

They didn't know how to fight people at all, and they were knocked to the ground in three strokes and five by two, and when they saw that the long knife was about to be slashed, the left side suddenly flashed with silver light, and the long-haired Luoan girl rushed directly in front of the two of them.

From top to bottom, Federo and Eufemio saw Mira's face glittering in the sunlight was serious and composed, her small chin pursed lips and upwards, her delicate jade nose and sparkling blue eyes—fine sweat oozed from her forehead, her skin and her white hair glowed faintly in the sun, like angels sent by the gods. The girl didn't even look at the two who fell to the ground, and directly turned around and swung out a sword to force back the three thugs who were killing in this direction, and in the next moment, Henry, who crossed her left side and killed with a whistling wind, directly wrote in blood what it means to have no return.

"Boom-boom-" The blood light was everywhere, and the sage carrying the big sword slashed with great strength and slashed directly into the front thugs with knives, and Mira, who was familiar with his steps and movements, naturally turned around and handed over his back to his teacher with peace of mind, and went to the right to help the two free mercenaries relieve the pressure.

With what kind of concept is one enemy and one hundred, the two people, one big and one small, one black and one white, made the best answer. The posture of the opposing party's front that was killing like a wolf into a flock of sheep immediately collapsed deeply into the eyes of the two young mercenaries sitting on the ground and their mercenary group companions, and it was also firmly remembered in their hearts.

"Reparate!Reparaty!(Retreat!Retreat!)" Henry's Kramer beheaded four people in a row, plus the two people who were stabbed by Mira and the two free mercenaries who seized the opportunity to kill, including Christo, who took the lead, a total of seven people have been reduced, and the remaining three injured Barty Merchant Group finally realized that these people were not easy to mess with. They hurried towards their horses, and Henry stayed where he was, not in pursuit, but watched as the group quickly rolled over their horses and galloped away.

Their purpose is to survive rather than annihilate them, and if they can make the other party escape, then there is no need to consume this precious physical strength.

"Whew-"

Ophimio let out a long sigh, and the whole person collapsed on the dirt floor.

"Finally saved......"

He sighed, and most of the others were panting and trying to regain their strength on crutches or holding on to something.

It's just that none of their eyes can be taken away from Henry and Mira. (To be continued.) )