In order to recuperate from his injuries and to sweep away the troubles in his heart, Ronald chose to nest in his room and read.

Leaning against the wall, he was casually flipping through the "Legend of the Origin of the Shendi" that he found in the Duke's study, which introduced the beliefs of some of the major races in the world, as well as the magic that the Shendi had bestowed on their followers. According to the book, unlike spells, the unique magic of those gods can only be stimulated by devout believers.

Kerry said that his teacher had seen miracles, but he didn't know if it was one of the high-level magic arts......

Curious, he continued to flip through.

Looking at the illustrations and descriptions of elves, orcs, imagines, and even dragons, he couldn't help but be a little fascinated. He was so fascinated that he felt a stinging pain in his eyes. Putting down the book and rubbing his eyes, Ronald tilted his head, looked out the window at the early summer sun, and began to think crankily.

When he is stronger, he will take them on a tour and see the vast world......

On the angular and resolute face, a faint halo appeared in the sunlight.

Tuk-tuk.

Suddenly there was a knock from Blair outside the door: "Ronald, are you there?"

Blair's sudden visit was a surprise to him. He hurriedly put down the book, hurriedly put on his boots and walked to the door: "Lord Blair, is there something wrong?"

Seeing Ronald's surprised eyes, Blair sighed softly: "Laldoto, I'll do me a favor and want to learn from you about swordsmanship." ”

"He knows?" Ronald's brow furrowed as he looked at the midday sun, "Now?"

The middle-aged knight nodded.

"He wants to find me to duel and avenge Acrylic?"

The middle-aged knight shook his head.

"Then why?"

"You know, he said you were very talented. But he doesn't believe that your strength has really improved so fast, so he wants to simply compete with you. Seeing Ronald's look of disbelief, Blair certainly knew that this reason was indeed ridiculous enough. He sighed and said his opinion: "Anyway, acrylic was painstakingly cultivated by him after all, although the position is different, but ......"

Ronald also understood the pain, and he was silent for a while: "So you want to find an enemy like me to vent?"

Blair shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile: "Sort of." He paused: "But don't worry, I dare to swear with my life, with the spleen of that fellow of Lardo, if he proposes to fight privately with a wooden sword, he will definitely have no intention of taking the opportunity to find you to duel." ”

"Yes......" Ronald was silent for a while, then resolutely raised his head: "Okay, I'll bother you to lead the way." ”

"I'm glad you're willing to accept this impudent request. Blair, who didn't report any hope, patted Ronald on the shoulder gratefully: "Wait, let's go and call your friend first." ”

Ronald nodded, and followed Blair out briskly. Hearing Blair's request for a witness, the mages stopped what they were doing and walked with Blair in the direction of the stable.

Led by Blair, they rode to a grassy slope not far from the Knights of the Wind camp.

The weather was clear, and under the blue sky, white clouds floated lazily in the air, and a few birds hovered in between.

In the distance, Ronald saw a lonely figure standing there. The man was none other than Lardo, the wind wolf, who was looking up at the blue sky and was dazed.

"Ril!"

The horse stopped and hung its head quietly.

Blair whispered hello: "Lardo, we're coming." ”

Hearing his voice, Lardo turned around.

Ronald saw that there was sentimentality hidden in the eyes of the wind wolf Laldo.

"Come on, young man. After seeing Ronald and them, the sentimentality in Lardo's eyes quickly dissipated, and was replaced by a strong gaze: "Just let me see your current strength and use your sword to convince me." ”

Ronald's eyes were full of sincerity: "Do we have to fight?"

"Warriors, you should talk with a sword. ”

Syllable.

Reaching out to catch the round-headed wooden sword he tossed, Ronald quickly rolled over and dismounted. He didn't say anything more, and after a slight movement, he performed a standard swordsman salute.

And the same is true of Lardo, who has a serious expression.

Seeing that both sides were ready, Blair nodded to the left and right, and did his duty as a referee: "The rule is very simple, no matter what part of the body is hit, even if it is hair, as long as it is hit, it is considered a failure." ”

After listening quietly to each other, the two of them distanced themselves a little, and then nodded at the same time, signaling that they could start at any time.

"Are you ready?" Blair looked around, and when he got an affirmative look, he raised his arm and slashed with a swift slash: "Go!"

As soon as the words fell, Ronald took the lead in attacking.

Ronald lowered his center of gravity, took a step forward with his right foot, and applied all the power he had gathered to the wooden sword in his hand. The wooden sword sliced through the air like a scythe of death wielding it with ease, and the bladeless wooden sword followed in a semicircular trajectory.

Seeing that his opponent did not have additional mana, Lardo also gave up the idea of blessing support, and he rushed to Ronald's left side with a quick stride. The next moment, the wooden sword stabbed diagonally from the lower abdomen at a tricky angle.

Squinting slightly, Ronald stepped forward towards the tip of the sword, and the sword momentum, which had gradually begun to stagnate, regained momentum. With the swing of his hands, the wooden sword once again drew a small arc, swinging the tip of Lardo's sword with precision and force. Taking advantage of the momentum, Ronald took a big step to the opponent's side.

Just as the sword was about to hit, Lardo made a high-skill turn and dodge, and at the same time, the wooden sword drew a long arc and slashed at Ronald's waist.

Ronald hurriedly jumped back and gently jumped out of the range of the wooden sword's attack. While Lardo was not stopping, he slammed his bow and stabbed Lardo in the back of the heart with an incomparably swift thrust.

But Lardo began to quietly shift his body's center of gravity as early as Ronald's backjump. Sensing the abnormal flow of air coming from his back, he just turned slightly sideways, and easily dodged Ronald's extremely fast straight thrust. The moment the two staggered past each other, Lardo quickly adjusted his balance, lifted his right leg lightly, and kicked Ronald in the abdomen, intending to kick him flying.

Ronald quickly rolled sideways and narrowly avoided it. Wiping the mud and grass off his face, he exhaled lightly, lowered his pace, and walked back and forth in front of Lardo.

After several tentative encounters, Lardo, who found that the strength of the two was equal, finally used the Wind Surge technique when the two sides were distancing.

After a gust of cyan breeze poured out of his body, his speed immediately increased a lot. The increase in action speed brings about faster and faster sword shadows.

And the name of the wind wolf also comes from this.

Smack!

Under the fast attack of the wind wolf Laldo, the wooden sword was swung with a roar.

The grass under their feet was also trampled on each other, revealing a large number of shallow black nests. Dirt mixed with grass roots splashed indiscriminately with the rapid pace of both sides.

Under the strong attack of the wind wolf, Ronald felt that his gaze gradually could not keep up with the chaotic sword shadow of his opponent. In his eyes, more and more sword lights came at him from different angles.

In the face of the oppression of his opponent, he pursed his lips and chose to stick to it, hoping to find the opponent's flaws in the state of defending and attacking. But he reluctantly found that the more he retreated, the tighter his opponent pressed. It was as if the all-pervasive sword light, like a tricky viper, attacked every slight flaw in its own defenses. Like a bloodthirsty brown wolf, it bares its sharp fangs, waiting for the time to hunt in motion.

Ronald narrowed his eyes slightly, and tried to swing his body as little as possible, so as to minimize the possibility of revealing flaws.

No matter how strong the offensive is, there will be times when it will be weak, as long as you hold on, you will have a chance!

In the already blue eyes, there was a cold glimmer of ice.

Finding that Ronald was forced to retreat step by step, Bruno, who was watching the game, was inevitably a little nervous.

He leaned his head close to the mage's ear: "That guy, you won't take the opportunity to do it, will you?"

The mage didn't speak, just clenched the staff in his hand.

Sensing the small movements of the two, Blair hurriedly whispered comfort: "Don't be nervous, I am willing to use my surname to guarantee that Lardo is not that kind of person." ”

Time flies.

Finally, Ronald held out until the end of the first wave of the offensive, but he found that Wind Wolf's sword skills were perfect. At the end of the offensive, Lardo sent out several sword winds in time, completely cutting off his idea of trying to counterattack.

Facing this knight who is as fast as the wind, Ronald has to admit in his heart that his chances of winning are not great. Although his strength is not as good as his own, the difference in speed is too great, which makes him a little powerless, even if he is struggling to defend. But the strength of the opponent made his heart constantly surge, and his desire to win became more persistent.

Ha!

Ronald suddenly let out a loud shout, grabbed a gap and stabbed several swords in succession, forcing Lardo back a few steps.

Since the speed can't match yours, it's better to force it with brute force!

In the aqua blue pupils, there was a determined light.

The next moment, a blue ice crystal poured out of Ronald's wooden sword. With the swift wind, he slashed down with his sword. Seeing Ronald like this, Lardo also followed his wishes and slashed up with his sword in both hands.

Syllable!

The pitch-black bangs on Ronald's forehead, and the waves of qi brought out by the intersection of the two swords, were stirred up and danced in the wind.

Seeing that his opponent was struggling, Ronald, who was squinting, couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. With the advantage of the downward split, he added a faint amount of strength with both hands, trying to overwhelm his opponent.

However, after Lardo's body was bowed into an arrow, Ronald couldn't hold it down.

Time, as if standing still, froze the two sides of the wrestling with their weapons into two statues, motionless. Only the blue tendons on his face and the fine sweat on his forehead proved that this was not a statue, but two living people.

The wooden sword finally couldn't stand the force anymore and cracked a fine line.

Syllable!

The sound of the wooden sword breaking rang out.

And almost at the same moment, Ronald and Lardo two, one jumping backward and the other rolling back, opened up the distance between each other.

Without waiting for Blair to speak, Lardo took the initiative to raise his arm: "There is no need to continue. ”

Ronald took several deep breaths, then put away his wooden sword and performed the swordsman salute.

The sincerity in his opponent's eyes made Lardo stunned for a moment, and after returning to his senses, he also saluted Ronald. After being silent for a while, he opened his mouth with a wry smile: "Very strong, your strength is very strong." Acrylic boy, it is not wrong to die at your hands......"

The broken sword was thrown away by him.

Syllable.

As the wooden sword landed, Lardo also rolled over his horse, and with a strong grip on his horse's belly, he galloped towards the Knights' camp.

Looking at his friend's distant figure, Blair sighed slightly. He turned around and thanked Ronald again: "Thank you, Ronald, let's go back too." ”