Henry rarely had a serious time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because he doesn't have to do it most of the time.

We've talked about it before, and although many people focus on skill, it's actually only about 40 percent of the total. A higher proportion of the "force" aspect determined by a range of factors such as explosiveness, endurance, height and weight can even form a crushing advantage when the two sides have a large physical disparity.

Looking at the opponents encountered so far, there are basically no ones who can overshadow the sage in terms of height and weight.

Tall and with a great sword, Kramer is far beyond the size and power of a normal weapon, and his combat is not like our Loan Maiden, who always requires careful attention to detail, just make sure to swing the sword and hit the enemy.

With an overwhelming physical advantage, combined with his skills and experience from countless battles, he was able to handle many battles as if he were strolling through them.

But what if these advantages are limited?

"Huh-" The dust was suddenly swept by the air currents in the pale blue moonlight, and then a huge axe blade with a width of 45 centimeters flashed.

"Bang!" it was heavily embedded in the trunk of the tree, "rustling-" The trunk of at least 60 centimeters in diameter shook, and many dead leaves fell - it was like a recreation of a classic scene, the opponent's weapon was jammed - at least in the eyes of the layman - a standard attack, but Henry's reaction was to take one step back.

"Bang-" His judgment was perfect, and his opponent took a steady step, grasping the end of the axe handle with both hands, and with the force of stride and twisting his waist, he took the whole axe out of the trunk with one step, and turned around. "Rustle-" The gap in the trunk of the tree flowed out of the sap in the moonlight, and the man followed with a large diagonal split.

"Huh-" The tomahawk slashed out in a circle, and its trajectory was very different from that of a sword.

Henry watched his opponent's every move, and despite the extremely low visibility, his opponent's movements were visible to him - but this was where he was not at pain.

Taking the various swordsmanship he taught Mira as an example, most of Rigal's high-level professional swordsmanship in the world will focus on a technique called "half-slash".

This technique is explained in layman's language, that is, it does not use a large slash, and does not slash to the end, but keeps the tip of the sword pointing at one's own enemy, so as to ensure that too much space is not exposed and is taken advantage of by others to counterattack.

However, it is only one genre of combat, and is only suitable for smaller, easy-to-handle sword weapons with a lower center of gravity - when applied to large weapons such as tomahawks, large movements are the right thing to do in order to play to their strengths in the center of gravity.

-- This opponent is odd.

As soon as he made contact, Henry judged this.

"Huh-" He dodged a fierce swing again, keeping the distance so far that it wouldn't get too far.

"Whoa—whoa—" Although it was evident that there was no way to determine the exact position of the sage, the opponent used good combat skills to keep the step at all times urgent—and if it were our Miela or Filippo, who had systematically studied swordsmanship, he would definitely be able to identify the advanced skill that this man used after a slash.

"Huh-" Holding the axe with both hands, flipping the wrist at just the right distance when swinging to the bottom, turning the movement into an oblique flirtation.

This technique, dubbed "one move" in swordsmanship terminology, may seem simple, but it requires great control and years of experience to be used perfectly - and it is still used on the sword.

To perform this technique with a typical Danraso battle axe with a huge blade of more than one meter in length, it is not insignificant to put a heavy burden on the muscles and bones of the forearms and wrists.

It's not strong enough to be an orc, and very few people can do that, let alone the other party is already - the '9' sage dodged one of his opponent's swings again, while silently counting in his mind.

9 consecutive swings.

Not to mention that he was able to dodge just right every time, his opponent had at least reached a close level of physical fitness to Henry.

It was a great luck that this man didn't approach the camp, otherwise in the absence of long-range weapons, the others would not have been able to stop him, even if they joined forces.

"Huh-" He dodged another attack.

The question of what determines the battle is complicated.

Height, weight, arm length, age, and even experience and skill can be quantified to some extent if they are used in numbers, but more often than not, it is not they that determine the success or failure of a battle.

"Calm, patient. ”

"Carefully, decisively. ”

At the end of the day, psychological factors are far more important than physical and experiential factors.

A tall and strong man who does not know how to examine the situation, ignore the details, and know only how to be brave will die for no reason, and if he cowers and jumps backwards at the sight of some wind and grass, he will miss the opportunity and be cornered.

Master the distance, grasp the rhythm, observe the environment, observe the opponent.

Henry did these things as easily as eating and breathing, and he would do so in every battle, but this time it was different—this time even a sage had to pay full attention.

There is little land.

He felt his blood boiling.

The last time I did this was when I played Joshua.

"Huh-" Then the opponent's axe fell for the thirteenth time, and this time he did not retreat but advanced, and the distance between the lightning and flint was directly narrowed by more than a meter--"Huh-" The man used the "one move" technique again, and Henry seemed to have jumped into the range of the opponent's deliberately designed tomahawk attack as if he had jumped into the range of the tomahawk's attack that had been deliberately designed by his opponent.

"Huh-" He stood still, the hem of his breastplate still rising from the range of movement, and before it could fall, Henry reached out with an astonishing speed and reached out with his left hand and grabbed at the handle of the axe in high velocity.

"Boom-knock-" The broad palm gripped the deep surface of the hardwood axe's handle, and after feeling the force, the sage frowned and reached out again to grab it with his other hand.

"Bang!!" his entire arm visibly shrunk back a long distance, his muscles tense, his muscles bulging, his bones rattling and bearing the force of the impact. And the axe, which had not been able to fully swing and reach the peak of centrifugal force, made contact with his hands, and the power that exploded in an instant was even a little shaken to the air.

"Uh-" The opponent was stunned, and more than 20 consecutive swings were missed, but this time he actually hit, but he was also an experienced person, and he quickly judged from the feeling that it was not his luck that he had hit, but that the opponent had caught the weapon.

"Phew!" he let out another battle cry, then grabbed the handle of the axe and pulled it towards him, raising his foot and kicking at Henry.

"Bang!" but at the same time, the sage let go of his left hand and kicked at the bottom of his foot, which was a lightning punch.

"Uhh Although his right foot staggered a little on the ground, he still took a fighting posture and pulled out a spare one-handed axe about 60 cm long from his lower back.

-- This is a fighter.

Judging by his fighting style and physique, it is clear that Dan Lasso was born, or at least has some connection to these regions.

A fighter who sees death as his home, in the eyes of people in other regions, he is worthy of the title of a fighting nation.

Henry turned the axe he had just snatched in his hand and took a forehand clenching position. The smooth surface and heavy weight of the axe handle due to the perennial use of the axe all year round speak of its reliability. And this familiar touch, coupled with the opponent's fighting style, in addition to a little boiling blood, also made Henry feel a little nostalgic.

Because the region was barren and therefore valuable, in the far north, where the population was sparse and divided into several kingdoms, it was common for the various peoples of each kingdom to fight each other and be in turmoil.

And in Henry's time, how many such tall fighters were there, just like this man:

When the weapon breaks, he pulls out another weapon.

The other weapon was also broken, and he picked up the other man's weapon from the battlefield.

If the right hand is broken, he fights with his left hand.

When his foot was broken, he limped and changed his stance to continue fighting.

Even if they are hit and cut off in both hands and feet, they will be struggling on the muddy battlefield covered in blood to crawl over and give you a hammer on the head.

The fact that the northerners are now able to maintain relative independence, even as neighbors of the still powerful Padrossi Empire, has to do with the fact that the land is barren and has few valuable resources, and it must have something to do with this national instinct to be free and not afraid of sacrifice.

What is nostalgic is the homeland that has not been returned for a long, long time.

Is it because he came to the East Coast, when he met this person, Henry became a little sentimental.

"Whew-" The opponent controlled his breathing, concentrating to avoid being affected by the injured right leg. He was also a little panicked in his heart, the wear-resistant soles and leather armor sewn with thick cowhide were almost the same level, and he still used a more powerful kick, and the sage punched him, but it was him who was injured.

'Who the hell is this guy, is it really human?'

As soon as the thought came to him, he bit his lower lip and focused again with the pain. It is not good to go on with this point of view, and you will completely lose confidence. He instinctively shook off these - he had someone to protect, he thought so, and a fragment suddenly appeared in his mind, as if there was only one thought left.

Indomitable, experienced, and a singing Northland fighter.

But fighting.

It's over.

Because Henry got the weapon.

He needed to be serious before, because even he still didn't feel good with armed enemies empty-handed.

Despite wearing armor, if he is hit against an opponent of this size, the impact interrupts the rhythm, and he will be caught in the opponent's attack and unable to fight back.

It is very necessary to know the distance and timing of the attack, in addition to the length of the weapon is also an important deciding factor. Large two-handed weapons of several meters can have a crushing advantage over one-handed weapons, while longer spears and spears can give them a crushing advantage.

When he didn't have the right weapon in his hand, even if the armor could stop him, he would be beaten unilaterally, and Henry was not wearing a full suit of armor. The head, the upper half of the neck, and the arms, as well as below the knees, were all unarmoured, and he was hit by a sharp axe that weighed more than 3.5 kilograms in the axe part, and he did not have a steel skeleton that could not be cut off in such a situation.

So wait for the moment, observe, wait for the moment when the other person's breath begins to show tiredness, and deceive himself - this is his original intention, but because of the opponent's seemingly endless strange physical strength, the sage has no choice but to take the risk of rushing in and catching it with his hand.

Even he wasn't as easy as he seemed.

In fact, due to the friction of the tremendous force, the palm of his left hand, which had borne most of the force, had been worn out, and a slight ache could be felt in his forearm.

It is with this in mind that the sage did not use his dominant hand to pick it up.

"......" The two confronted each other, a little blood draining down the broken skin of the palm and sliding down the surface of the axe's handle. The long-lost tingling caused Henry to raise an eyebrow, but his opponent's reaction was far more fierce than his-

"Sniff—" He moved his nose, then suddenly tensed up.

"Uhh

"Click-" This is the sound of bones.

"Thorn-" This was the sound of clothes beginning to crack as the deformed skeleton began.

"Huh-" This was the movement of Henry who stepped forward decisively.

"Bang-" This was the sound of him flipping the axe with his backhand so that the end of the axe was in front of him.

"Boom!!" the hardwood and skull came into contact with each other.

"Ahem-" The opponent fell to the ground, and the sage flipped his wrist again, grasping the huge battle axe, which was somewhat heavy for a normal person, with both hands, and pointed the sharp blade of the axe at the neck of the fallen enemy.

He made this motion, and then slowly raised his axe.

"Os! Espartino (stop, stop). The elf staggered out of the bushes where he was hiding and rushed out in a hurry.

As expected, she was a petite woman.

Henry watched her.

He was dressed in typical elven costume, with a slightly short hem to facilitate his walk through the forest. The long, pointy ears and pale blonde hair in the moonlight were the same as those in the books and the elves he had seen in the past, and judging by their size, they must indeed be the southern branch of the East Coast.

"Well, I'm listening. The elf spoke in Lamanite, and though the accent and phrasing were somewhat distinct, he could hear clearly, and Henry looked at her for a long time, while the elven girl, whose eyes were a little flustered, trembled like a frightened little animal, but then turned her gaze to the sage.

She stared at him, at his left hand, which should have been injured, to be exact.

For the elven race, which ranks first among the five races in terms of magic adaptability and mastery, they can detect even the slightest change.

The petite elf hesitated for a moment, then approached in small steps, glancing at Henry for several minutes after glancing to make sure that the man who had fallen to the ground was only unconscious.

Finally, tentatively, cautiously, he opened his mouth to Henry.

"Valakulier?" she said again, but this time it wasn't Ramani, not any other human language, not even Elven.

"......" the sage shrugged, then released his left hand to show her intact palm, and then pulled open the collar to see the tattoos that normal people couldn't even understand.

"Ahh There was a hint of chagrin and helplessness in his expression and movements.

Then, as if he was finally relieved, he sat on the ground with his legs weak and his buttocks.

"It seems that the matter has been settled. ”

"Whew-" Henry put the axe aside and spoke.

"So, is it a necromancy?" he said this sentence a little clueless, but based on the fact that both sides had the same level of knowledge, the elf immediately nodded: "Yes, I suppressed part of it with a transformation spell, but the infection is a little too deep, and your blood is very irritating to him." ”

"Caster nearby?" the sage asked.

"Nirvana" she denied and affirmed this statement in Elven language, and then explained: "It was accidental contact, and it has been about two months. The caster is indeed nearby. ”

"Sounds like a big nuisance. Henry raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. The elven woman nodded, then lowered her head again: "My village, there is no more." ”

As she said this, her long eyelashes drooping a little, and she looked very melancholy—a sign of the ultimate sadness for a weak-hearted elf.

"It's complicated, and it's going to be a long story. Henry said this, turning his head at the same time.

The light of the torches flickered behind him, and the sound of noisy human collective action made it clear that the people of the camp who had heard the loud roar and the noise of the previous battle were rushing towards this direction.

"Thankfully, we have time to hear from you. And the moment the torch illuminated his face, the sage whispered.