"Click, click, click!" In the woods opposite Ulysses and the silver-haired girl, more and denser voices rang out.

It was the sound of falling trees, the sound of weapons waving, and the sound of hungry gasps all mingle. As this sound approached, a huge pressure followed.

Finally, the second wave, the third wave of black demon apes appeared. Unlike the first wave of black demon apes with rudimentary weapons, stone axes and stone clubs, they were more well-equipped, and the weapons they held in their hands were generally covered with some iron sheets. Several of them even had half armor, even if it was made from the heaviest pieces of iron.

The black demon ape whose surname is "strength" doesn't care about this weight at all.

"You have to remember that their weak points are their necks and heads, and they don't have to attack the heart, even if the heart is crushed, they can continue to fight for a long time. ”

"Definitely don't stay in one place for more than three seconds, or you'll be besieged, they use numbers to compensate for speed weaknesses. If you can, it's best to deal with them all at once, and when they get hurt, they're completely berserk. After carefully telling Ulysses the main points of the battle, the silver-haired girl adjusted her physical condition and took the initiative again.

Looking at the silver-haired girl's neat attack and unhurried movement, Ulysses felt a deep sense of inferiority, it was a way he could not learn to fight no matter what, and he didn't even know what to do at this time.

And the silver-haired girl didn't know that the companion she was expecting was a rookie.

Knowing that Ulysses' trait was "freedom", she had no intention of teaching him anything. Any fixed tactics and strategies are a constraint for those who possess the "free" trait.

The person chosen by the Sacred Sword of the Wind must be a warrior with an adventurous spirit who actively and actively pursues the victory she wants, and the silver-haired girl thinks so according to her own common sense.

She probably never imagined that the person who would be recognized by the Wind Sacred Sword, one of the four major elemental holy swords, was a layman whose ideal was to become a priest and who didn't even know how to hold the sword.

How the hell are you going to fight? Ulysses looked at the silver-haired girl who had already rushed to the battlefield, he had already said such confident words, he would never be able to back down anymore.

But he really didn't know how to fight with a sword, although he also learned some basic swordsmanship with Raxia and Yulia when he was a child, but he forgot all about it after knowing that he was not a material for practicing swordsmanship.

So, even with the sword known as the "Wind Sacred Sword" in his hand, he had no idea how to fight with it.

No, it can't go on like this. He has to be more positive, proactive, and hardworking.

"Whew!" Ulysses closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. From the beginning just now, he felt a trace of cool wind in his hands, and these winds were gathering around him, making his body easier and his thinking more agile.

If he came here because the sword answered his wishes, if he came here he had to accept the choice, if he had to fight if he wanted to meet the girl he wanted, then he had to fight!

Imagine, imagine yourself strong, imagine yourself strong enough to fight on this battlefield. It's not about believing in himself, but about believing in the girl who believes in him, the person he wants to meet. Since she thinks he has the strength to fight, then he must really have.

Yes, believe in her!

Lifting the sword, even if you can't feel the weight of the sword, you can feel the coolness of the sword in the palm of your hand, which is the unique taste of this sword, the taste of the Holy Sword of the Wind.

Around Ulysses, who closed his eyes, countless tiny cyan dots of light were converging around the Wind Sword, contracting and trembling with his breath. It was an atmospheric spirit summoned by the Wind Sword, the source of all wind-based magic.

Then, a strong wind blew up, and it was the wind that was emitted by the Holy Sword of the Wind, representing freedom, representing the unrestrained wind.

Then Ulysses swung his sword, and fearing that his strength would not be enough, he almost let out all the wind he had accumulated in one go.

There was a sharp whistling sound in the air, like an invisible whip sweeping across the entire forest, and all obstacles on this long whip were cut off by the sharp wind.

The huge wind pressure even pressed all the way to the ground, slicing through all the black demon apes within its range, whether it was their thick black hair or the clumsy iron armor on their bodies, it was meaningless in the face of this kind of attack, and even several of their entire bodies were cut into many pieces.

It's not like a single swing of the sword, but more like a weapon of mass destruction made up of countless wind forces, ignoring the enemy and our map attacks.

Of course, the silver-haired girl who had been through a hundred battles had noticed the arrival of this huge wind pressure in advance, and cleverly jumped the direction to dodge this horizontal cut. But that doesn't mean she can turn a blind eye to the attack. In fact, as she had found out a little later, she would have been cut through as much as she had been—her body would never have been harder than these torn black apes.

Sure enough, the guy who uses the Wind Sword can't be judged by common sense, and at the beginning of the battle, he consumes such a large amount of power to release a super-large range of attacks, this tactic is whimsical and free-spirited.

Perhaps this is the special surname of the unrestrained users of the Wind Sacred Sword. In the next battle, she has to cooperate with this special surname to carry out a more effective war of annihilation.

And at this time, Ulysses, who was considered to be good at using "imaginative, free-spirited" tactics, was really flying in the air. He did not fly up on his own, but was shaken up by the reaction force of the tremendous wind pressure that he swung out himself.

The power he wielded was completely beyond what he could surpass.

The sky was blue and blue, it was the sky without a little other color, and the blue color extended all the way to the other side of the world. The fierce wind blew and made people almost unable to open their eyes.

Strange, why is it so familiar?

"Boom!" From the blue sky, a black shadow fell from the sky in a free fall, stirring up the blue waves in the sky.

Countless fish scrambled out of the lake in fright, and soon a mysterious floating object reappeared in the small lake.

"What is he doing?" the silver-haired girl looked at the unknown object very inexplicably, could it be to ease the tense atmosphere of the battlefield?

Sure enough, no one could guess what the Wind Sword user was thinking.

(To be continued)