Jazz took the lead, his retinue led the horses, and they began to descend. But soon the sky was covered with dark clouds, and then it began to rain heavily.

"This rain is just an early summer shower and it won't last long. Sir said, "Now we can cut down the bushes that stand in our way, and we are not afraid of being heard by the kobolds." ”

Siegel nodded, pulling out his scythe and coming up to help. The thorns were tough and hard, and with the rain being slippery, it was always difficult for Siegel to cut them.

"Find the right point of force, don't blindly use brute force. Sir Bill took his sword and demonstrated: "Shoot your strength exactly where you need to hit, or a little farther away." Also, pay attention to the gestures you make when holding the weapon, protect your wrists, use your elbows as support points, and use your shoulders to drive power. ”

"When chopping, use the blade of the sword, facing the direction of the swing. Only adjusting these subtle angles will ensure that your weapon doesn't slip away. Sir Bill taught patiently.

Siegel listened, and then tried to adjust himself, but holding a sword and holding a sail were completely different things, and he would still be stabbed by the bouncing thorns. It's obviously a vine wrapped around the root of a tree.,But it's like a life.,Always dodge at the moment when the scythe is added.,Resulting in the desired effect.。

"You stupid, don't you think these are plants and they won't move? The wind, the rain, and the vibration of your steps will make the thorns shake, and your shoulders, arms, and fingers will not be able to exert their strength, and of course they will be crooked. What kind of enmity do these plants have against you, so that you can use so much strength, how can you control it? You must know that the difficulty lies in precise control, doing whatever you want, and enveloping the direction in which the opponent can retreat, block, and remove. Calm down first, take a deep breath, don't worry about whether the kobold will run away, don't think that you will delay the progress of the mission, don't be in a hurry, slow down, you need to learn now. ”

Fortunately, Siegel was not stupid, and quickly adjusted his breathing, stood in a T-shape with both feet, and corrected his posture little by little. He threw the rope well, threw the harpoon well, and threw the line farther than anyone else on board, but he was not yet accustomed to standing on perfectly smooth land, as many seamen do when they disembark from their boats, and they call them "dizzy waves". Siegel has been on the ship for 16 years, and it has only been two months since he landed. He recalls in his mind how Sir Bill fought the kobolds, mimicking how he stabbed with his sword, how he swung his sword down, how he moved his feet to avoid the kobolds, and how he was agile and balanced. Gradually, Siegel realized some experience, which immediately acted on the muscular response of his whole body.

Sir Bill looked at the young man and saw that he was exceptionally spiritual in his use of weapons. In the process of learning martial arts, ordinary children will swing between right and wrong again and again, and they can only progress after suffering hardships. Siegel will be wrong many times, but as long as he can get it right once, he will be able to remember the experience completely, and he will only become more proficient on this basis, and he will not be wrong again.

To be sure, the first month of the knight's retinue is only to fetch water, cook, make beds, and light fires, and the work of caring for horses, maintaining weapons, and repairing protective gear are all tasks that retinues will only start to come into contact with for more than half a year. But Sigur had not only done it all in just two months, but had also surpassed his progress and was able to begin to learn simple weapon techniques, much to Sir Bill's surprise. Now that Siegel's skill in wielding weapons is quickly moving away from the apprentice level, and more and more like Jazz himself, this is definitely a good seedling to practice martial arts.

"Very well, little, you have made rapid progress, and you are already up to the job of chopping. Now you open the way in front, and I lead the horse behind. Sir Bill patted Siegel on the shoulder, handed his longsword over, and exchanged it for the scythe.

The young attendant took care of this delicate sword every day, and he already knew its length and weight. In addition, Siegel is strong and powerful in his own right, so wielding a long sword is not difficult for him. But today, I don't know what's going on, as long as Siegel swings his sword according to the standard movement in his heart, he feels his hands and feet hot. It was an unusual, but pleasant sensation, as the heat spread throughout his body as he continued to break through the thorns, like a sip of refreshing liquor in the cold of winter. Seegal improved his swordsmanship almost step by step, and soon he was no longer satisfied with simple slashes, but imitated all the moves that Sir Bill had shown.

The two of them moved faster and faster, until they no longer felt the obstacles of the thorns to their progress. Siegel quickly carved a path through the dense forest, faster than a skilled gardener could trim the turf. They had crossed two low slopes, and by this time the rain had stopped, and Sir Bill called his attendant and took the sword from his hand.

Sir noticed that Siegel's fingers were trembling and his wrists were twitching, suggesting that he was losing some strength, but the young man himself did not notice it. The ability to learn is not the same as applying strength, and good fighters need to hone their awareness, skills, and strength slowly. Siegel's consciousness and skill are as gifted as God's blessings, but he still needs to exercise slowly.

"Stop and rest, Siegel. Sir instructed, "I'm tired and need some wine." ”

Siegel pursed his lips and had to wait for instructions to stop. He tied his horse to the roots of a tree and slowly pulled a leather bag out of his knapsack. Jazz sat casually on the floor, reached for the sac, and took a sip. He thought that Siegel was standing in the way of view, so he ordered him to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead for a while.

"Swing your hands and feet, this fish shouldn't be dead yet......"

The wine is purchased from Keimu Town, which is inferior and cheap, and as long as it is left for a little longer, it will be converted to vinegar. Sir Bill's mind was not on the wine at all, but on how to raise young Siegel next.

He himself used the family heirloom swordsmanship, which was mainly based on two-handed swords, which was a martial art belonging to heavily armored warriors. It was only later as a mercenary that he often faced some narrow and chaotic terrain, and the enemy would surround him from all directions, which was completely different from the line of troops on the battlefield, so he switched to using a one-handed long sword.

His longsword has a slightly longer hilt than a normal one-handed sword, which not only ensures the center of gravity when used with one hand, but also takes into account the feel of holding it in both hands, and the blade is also wider than that of traditional longsword, focusing more on slashing than piercing. Siegel is still in the growth stage of his body, his strength needs to be honed but not too much pressure, he needs a suitable weapon.

The most suitable combat technique for Siegel's physical condition should be the Elven Scimitar, which makes full use of agile body movement and fast and swift slashes. This swordsmanship, Sir Bill, only has some fur, and his good friend Elf Leah Amasasia is a master of this sword.

Thinking of this, Sir Bill couldn't help but start counting his assets again, they didn't have much money left, and if they wanted to make a lot of money, they had to go deep into the New World, where there were still many opportunities. The town of Kyemu is too close to the coast and is one of the famous boat ports. People come and go to get acquainted with the surroundings, and it's hard to find decent work.

Originally, he planned to stay in Ximu Town for a while longer, train this new servant well, and then go inland in the first half of the year. It's just that Siegel's growth is far beyond expectations, and everything can be called a learning master, which greatly shortens the time schedule. Sir couldn't help but think of the message the dwarf Allint had given him at the Creek Town Tavern: "Lunar Eclipse Festival, Dragon and Lion Cliff".

Sir Bill knew what his old friend meant, and it was the first time in three years that the Great Lunar Eclipse Day was the night when they were able to bypass the stone guards of the pits and venture into the caves deep in the Cliff. Last time, they saw that they were about to succeed, but because of lack of time, they could not move the treasure that was close at hand, so they had to quickly exit the mine. They agreed to meet again in three years, ready to make a fortune.

It was a promise that Sir would definitely go, and he missed the hospitable dwarves, especially their beer and roasted lizards. According to Siegel's current training progress, they also have the ability to advance westward and go to Multifurnace Fort to join the dwarves.

"Listen, sir, something seems to be approaching. ”

The two men quickly became alert, drew their weapons and hid behind trees, carefully observing the direction in which the sound was coming from. The horse untied the reins with his mouth and slowly paced behind Siegel to hide.

Two kobolds walked through the woods, dressed in tattered cloth and carrying short spears in their hands, arguing and jostling as they advanced. One of the kobolds carried a dying monkey in his hand, and he kept shaking the trophy so that the hapless little creature kept wailing. Kobolds take pleasure in this, and they throw the monkey back and forth, or throw it hard to the ground. Kobolds have a natural habit of abusing weak creatures, and their capriciousness and willingness to betray their lords make them very unpopular with other races.

Sir Bill untied his longbow from his back, took aim with his arrow, and shook his head. The woods are too dense, the kobolds are running and jumping around, and the difficulty of archery is too high. So he motioned for Siegel to wait where he was, then changed into a long sword, lowered his body, and quietly followed.

Obedience was a knight's observant virtue, so Siegel suppressed his belligerence and had to stay patient. Since they were already very close to the kobold camp by the lake under the cover of rain showers, Siegel estimated that after the Jazz had eliminated the two hunters, it was likely that he would go straight in and end the whole battle.

Sure enough, the kobold's shouts were soon heard from the direction where the warrior had left. Sir Bill brandished his sword and stormed into the tents. He trampled on the slippery stinking mud on the ground and chased the kobolds fleeing in all directions, like a farmer bursting into a flock of chickens, trying to find one to make dinner. Two brave warriors, armed with short spears, screamed and pounced. Jazz's two light swords ended their lives. The rest of the warriors dropped their spears and did not dare to approach at all, leaving only the courage to throw some mud and stones in resistance.

Siegel looked boredly in the direction of the lake, imagining the heroism of the jazz battle. He believed that in addition to being able to serve the knight lord well, he already had the ability to go to battle. "Just give me a real sword!" Siegel couldn't help but recall how he felt when he used Jazz's longsword to smoothly cleave through thorns.

The black steed reached over and rubbed the young man's cheek, stuck out his tongue and licked it—as it did every time it tried to beg for some black beans. 'I'll still serve you, stupid horse. Siegel thought as he bent down and picked up the sack of fodder.

Just then, a bright light shone behind Siegel and snapped on the trunk of the tree in front of the boy. The place where it was hit was left with a small hole the thickness of an arrow shaft and a finger deep, and flames instantly ignited inside.

Siegel was startled and hurriedly looked back. I don't know when a person quietly came behind him, wearing a gray-green robe, embroidered with red flame patterns on the hood that covered most of his face. The man looked tall and thin, with a long wooden staff in his slender hand, and a falcon resting on top of it.

"Lucky imp. The man pointed to Siegel with his free hand and said something in his mouth. A starlit mist erupted from his sleeve, enveloping Siegel and his horse at once. The mist is warm and moist, and it feels very comfortable on the face.

The horse sneezed, fell asleep on a tree.

The fog lasted only a moment, and when it vanished, Siegel stood intact. The caster was surprised by this result, and his intention was to put the imp to sleep so that he could steal the horse and its contents.

"Kill him, Falcon!" the robed man waved his staff, and the falcon soared into the air, spreading its wings and charging towards Siegel. The boy finally came to his senses and understood that he had been attacked by the enemy, and his body and mind immediately entered a fighting state. Siegel stared in the direction of the falcon's flutter, waved his arms, tugged at the rope, and smashed the cloth bag containing the black beans hard.

The fodder bag hit the falcon with a hood over its head, and the rope spread out, and the beans inside rained down on the ground. The falcon wailed, wrapped in the bag, and fell heavily to the ground. Siegel stepped on it hard, only to feel a soft object under his foot, and then the thing suddenly disappeared with a pop.

At this moment, Siegel slipped - if it were an ordinary person, he would definitely fall immediately, but for the seafarers who had been walking through the deck in the wind and waves for many years, Mr. Squid just shook his body and stood firm again.

The falcon's death sent a painful look on the caster's face, but it didn't interrupt the rhythm of his battle in the slightest. The long wooden staff slammed on the ground, and as his left hand cast a spell, a purple-red ball of light floated up from the top of the staff.

The robed man chanted the incantation, and at the same time used his left hand to slap it hard, and the ball of light flew towards Siegel like a sharp arrow off the string. The young man struggled to jump sideways, trying to dodge the path of the ball of light. But the ball arced through the air like an eye, and still hit Siegel in the chest.

With a muffled boom, a huge impact burst out from the ball of light. It's like being struck hard with a hammer. Siegel rolled in the air, wailing, and fell to the ground involuntarily. He felt several broken ribs, and his internal organs seemed to be out of position.