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No matter what happened afterward, people always remember the first time.

Even though it had been a long, long time that he had forgotten how long it had been, Henry still remembered how he felt when he first held his sword.

Contrary to the writings that many sages themselves would have laughed at and laughed at when they read them, he did not hit the heaviest sword at first sight, and picked it up with incredible wrist strength and swung it wantonly, causing the jaws of the adults around him who had been laughing at him to drop.

Literature is always deliberately trying to create dramatic conflict that will immerse you in it. Even history books are often no exception.

The original author embellished the facts for the sake of political propaganda or even just personal emotion, and after the folk circulated it, it further added oil and vinegar, and finally became very different from what happened at the beginning.

In the long history of history, there are no more epics than those kinds, and the legends of most nations are inseparable from revenge.

You can find similar legends in stories like "The Prince's Revenge" alone, whether it's the West Coast or the East Coast, or the West and the Prairie.

On the one hand, this is related to the commonality of human civilization, but on the other hand, it is also closely related to the likes and dislikes of ordinary people as readers.

People always like things that they can understand and that they can relate to. It's easy to understand that a weak teenager is looked down upon by others around him, and it's also easy to understand what an impressive move he suddenly makes. Immerse yourself in the legend and imagine that you are also the once weak master, and get satisfaction from the surprised and shocked faces of the people around you, and people often ignore the unreasonableness of those things.

A good saga will always make you so, immerse yourself in the whole story, and ignore the points in the description that cannot be justified.

And if you think about it.

The whispers of demons and witches, the dreams that Henry had never indulged in since the beginning, were they not the same?

She doesn't have the ability to really emulate anyone, she doesn't have this level of intelligence. The exposed scenes are nothing but the dark parts of one's own heart, and those scenes that constantly attack with words and even form substance are the projections of what you want or fear the most in your own heart.

It is your own heart that attacks you.

The witch doesn't have the strength to attack directly, at least not this one. But she can bring out all your weaknesses, cause the undetermined part of you to begin to waver, and then cause you to break yourself.

Well, then again.

How did Henry feel when he first held a sword?

-- Heavy.

It is heavy and is hard to grasp.

At that time, he didn't even grasp the correct stance, and when he swung a downward blow, the whole person was staggered forward with a few steps, and he almost didn't fall. At the same time, he was constantly worried, worried that the overly sharp and shiny blade might hurt himself in turn.

He still remembers the day when his heart was pounding, and he was so nervous that he almost couldn't breathe.

But this is no longer a lifetime.

The sage's breathing was steady, and his heartbeat did not quicken, as calm as if he were strolling in the afternoon.

"Step-step!" Faced with dozens of times the enemy, he did not retreat but advanced.

The blonde-haired, pointy-eared ghoul cowered, but when Henry approached too closely, he opened his mouth and pounced on him like a rat cornered.

Instead of his usual wide-angle slashing technique, Henry struck with lightning speed, but in the "half-slash" style of longsword swordsmanship - not a slash, but more like a swift strike on the ghoul's head.

"Click!" The ghoul fell back behind him at a faster speed than he had pounced on. "Bang!" it slammed to the ground, black oily bodily fluids gushing from the breach in its skull.

This level of injury would not have been enough to cause real casualties, but when the ghoul got up from the ground again, it began to fester, as if a human had been bitten by a poison.

"Whoa

No waves.

He couldn't remember how many people and things Kramer had beheaded.

I don't know when it started, and it seems that the weapon no longer has weight in my hand. Breathing, heartbeat, muscles, steps, wrists, shoulders, everything seemed to be integrated, wielding the sword became his instinct, he didn't even need to deliberately manipulate it to hit the target, the moment he swung the sword, he was already thinking about how to do the next step or the next few steps.

"Roar, ahhh

But when they are hit, they emit human-like shouts.

Even though they are supposed to be painless, they still seem to remember how they should react when they were hit.

This is a creature that even the most loving nun can hardly talk of sympathy, and like witches, they should only stay in legends.

- What the druids are doing. With another sword, the other ghoul was split in half, and the corpse gradually smoked and turned into a charred corpse while Henry thought nonchalantly.

Witches are forbidden beings, violating the cycle of life and death, and detached from nature.

Despite their differences, the druids and the church were on the same side when it came to controlling witches.

At least in a way - Henry split another ghoul. The intellectually retarded creatures were afraid to approach him for some reason, but they seemed to be attracted to him.

To use a popular metaphor, it's like your cat staring at the fish on the table, hungry for food, but afraid of you for fear of being punished by you.

"Whew-" Henry stopped, and instead of daring further, he retreated in the direction of the camp entrance.

He was watching the black-haired elf.

Or is it really an elf?

Her expression seemed so pure and immaculate, and so did her eyes, pure, without any other thoughts, like a newborn toddler.

That's why she didn't direct the ghouls to carry out more effective attacks, such as bypassing him and jumping over the mere psychological comfort fence to attack others who were still in their dreams. Given the susceptibility of supplies, if she had the slightest sense of battle, directing the ghouls to attack the horses that were also asleep would have caused them great losses.

But she didn't.

She doesn't act like she's acting for some purpose - it's a bit of an inaccurate expression, I should say that she's not acting for some complex purpose, but more like instinct.

-- Something.

- There is something in this camp that she wants.

The sage was still on guard, observing the pointy-eared ghouls around him, and he had some guesses in his mind.

This should have been an accident.

I'm afraid that the druids, who claim to be the guardians of the natural ecology and have been silently maintaining the ecological cycle of the entire Rigal world, could not have predicted that this situation would happen this time.

"Isn't it a witch born out of hatred and hatred, not out of an old desire for revenge......." Henry clenched the sword in his hand, but it was also at this time that there was some movement in the camp behind him.

"Boom!"

It's Konstantin.

He knelt on one knee, clenched his teeth and covered in cold sweat.

He had read about this kind of attack through dreams, which was a technique used by high wizards and demons to play with human spirits, and there were three ways to deal with them.

"Uh-" The chief knight looked up at Henry, who had only left him with a back—the outline of the sage's back was faintly blue at first, but when he looked closely, he found that it was only orange firelight.

The first method is to recognize the dream from the beginning and make it unshaken inside, and it will naturally dissolve after confirming that there is no way to invade the heart.

The second method, on the other hand, was adopted by Konstantin.

He compromised in his dreams, and when he saw the hated dead and alive, he let his anger take control of him.

And after the massacre, he fell into a cycle.

The slain were resurrected over and over again, and even if he killed them all, he could not escape from this dream, and finally for the first time he stood alone in a pool of blood, he was stunned for a long, long time, and finally looked at the great sword in his hand.

How to wake up from a dream and return to reality.

It's simple, just let the dream self die.

Swinging a sword with your own hand to cut off your own head is not only a very difficult task, but also requires great action and courage. This was the reason why Konstantin was in a cold sweat, but he quickly adjusted his breathing to control his body, grabbed his broadblade and stood up and ran towards Henry.

"How many. "Because the ghouls retreated into darkness from the sage's previous attacks, Konstantin couldn't see everything.

"59 only. Henry didn't look back, and the knight in black armor didn't wear a helmet to increase his vision at night. Perhaps influenced by his dreams, he stepped forward decisively after judging the fact that these things had not made a detour to attack the others behind him.

in his ribcage.

Holding back a wave of anger.

"Ha-ah-ah-" shouted, but it wasn't from Constantine, but from the mouth of the strange creature crawling on the ground. The chilling scene was dispelled by the flames in Konstantin's chest, and he slashed his robe with a haughty gesture, and the broadsword slashed the monster sideways, sending it flying throughout.

"Thorn-" "Ahh

"Good hard stuff. Rao is experienced in a hundred battles, and Konstantin still can't help but break out in a cold sweat.

It was true that there was a narrow wound where the broadsword slashed its tough skin, but the surface defense of these monsters with a thick cuticle was so high that even Konstantin's strength was not enough to break it.

The wound didn't ooze bodily fluids, which meant that he hadn't cut deep enough to hurt its real skin.

But the impact was real, and the monster's forelimbs - called the right hand by human standards - drooped at the shoulders, and the entire forearm hung limply like noodles, apparently the bones had been shattered.

In other words, the sword is not sharp enough. Konstantin frowned.

"Hmmm-" "Ahh The black-haired elf hid out of the reach of the light, and she looked a little sluggish.

Henry cut off another ghoul, and the ghoul who fell to the ground and was cut in half convulsed with black bodily fluids. And Konstantin's attack again failed to work.

This made him question his weapon.

"Bang The sharp, hard claws with tremendous force caused a shallow dent the moment they hit the breastplate, and then a spark of sparks.

"Poof-" The impact made the tall knight almost fall backwards, but the threat to his life also made him sober and calm.

If this is not feasible with the weapon in hand, then a different attack is fine!

Without pity, he dropped the broadsword in his hand and drew the dagger at his waist.

"Hmph!" a muffled snort, relying on the full set of armor on his body, Konstantin rushed straight up and picked up the ugly, dirty, and foul-smelling ghoul, and slammed it to the ground. The dagger then stabbed through its eye socket and smashed its brain.

Even though they've become monsters, the weaknesses of these guys haven't changed much.

The two were fighting in front, and in the camp in the rear, there were three people waking up this time.

Horno's mood was a little low, Margaret hugged her shoulders and shivered, while Mira wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Ahh This action did not escape the eyes of Henry, who had been watching all the time.

"......" The witch in the darkness looked left and right at the ghouls around her, but just when Henry thought she was finally going to launch them to change the attack, she stopped and took a few steps back, she turned around and began to run in the other direction.

"Elvans, Orno, Antixia!"

"Boom!!"

The magic shimmered, and the Orno cloak, which had pulled a short wand from his waist, was blown wildly by the tremendous wind pressure. Mira rushed over to protect Margaret, who was still shivering, and several torches around her had been extinguished by Orno's magic.

The hood on her head was blown down, her blonde hair fluttered wildly, and with a pale blue light, several wind blades surged towards the ghoul at high speed.

"Bang!!!" The sharpness is not inferior to the steel sword, and the attack of the elves, who are already good at elemental magic, directly kills more than a dozen ghouls with tough skin.

It was a height that a human mage could not reach, and after casting the spell, there was a faint flash of electricity around Orno's blue eyes.

"Ahh

Henry stood still in silence, capturing all of this.

"Ha-a-ha-" The black armor was pitted, and Konstantin, who had consumed a lot of physical strength to deal with several ghouls, was out of breath.

"Hah-" Also out of breath were the rest of the people who had been awakened from their sleep at the moment of the witch's departure.

Most of them were in a cold sweat and then came back to their senses and sat there in dismay.

Neither standing nor standing nor sitting.

There was a mess all over the floor, and a lot of food was spilled on his clothes because he had just fallen asleep instantly, but at this time, no one had the heart to clean up.

Very irritable, very irritable.

This cold weather, this thick fog, this hungry and full days in the wilderness, this world is full of life-threatening worlds.

It's also uncomfortable to stand and uncomfortable to sit.

But even if you lie down, there is no way to go back.

An Imperial knight's hands trembled, and even though he knew he shouldn't have been, he couldn't help but speak.

Asked.

Trembling all over, he asked, "Can I still go back to dreaming?"

Mira hugged Margaret, who was still shivering, and Horno put his hood back on. Konstantin stood up breathlessly and glanced at Henry, who had already wrapped Kramer back up at great speed.

The sage, on the other hand, looked at the group of merchants, villagers, mercenaries, and even noble knights who were stunned, and it was obvious that there was a vulnerable part of their hearts that had been attacked.

"The horror of a witch, this is the first time I've seen it. Konstantin sighed beside him.

Henry was silent.