The cramped and cramped indoor environment is not suitable for spear play, so the elite soldiers who come here all use one-handed swords.

Henry's fearful warnings had no avail, and with Medlo's order, the elite men attacked again.

The remaining two of the three who came in through the window on the left side of the crowd swooped side-by-side, ignoring the unconscious Mira and Ferry, covering each other and striking at Henry's back, they lowered their center of gravity to hide the fragile part of their necks, and both swords stabbed at Henry's back in a mid-sectional fashion.

The three elite soldiers on this side of the door respectively adopted the upper section of the "angry style" lower split, the middle section of the "long" thrust, and the lower section of the "fool style" straight stab.

The targets of the three swords are Henry's right shoulder, collarbone, torso, the weak part of the leather armor, and the knee of his right foot.

The five long swords that flickered like the edge of the beast trap and the big mouth of the wurm struck towards Henry at the center point, and the advantage of multiple people against a single person was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. Their simultaneous attacks covered all of the sage's range, and the small space in the room made it impossible for him to take dodges that could quickly pull away from him, such as falling down or rolling.

It seems that all things are done.

"......" Henry stood in place, not dodging or dodging.

The elite soldiers of the nobility of Krant were about the same as the sergeants of Sivalier and Avenella, but this class also absorbed a bit of the characteristics of the Lamanite legions, they did not follow the knights, but were responsible to the great nobles themselves, and the knightly squires would only become knights rather than elite soldiers. These people learned a minimalist version of aristocratic swordsmanship, which they had the ability to try to pose a threat to the sages through long training and years of warfare in bulk.

-- Attempted.

There is a saying among real swordsmen - if you don't know how to use the sword in hand-to-hand combat, then you can only be regarded as half a swordsman.

The unruly swordsman will only use brute force to swing the sword when he holds the sword, and the swordsman who steps into the door with one foot knows how to attack the enemy with the most lethal object on the sword. And the truly good swordsmen, in the hands of these true swordsmen of the normal rank, who are revered as master swordsmen, a sword goes from the tip of the sword to the counterweight. It's all weapons.

"Bang-" Henry didn't turn around, he reversed Kramer and stabbed the blade back from under his armpit.

"Ding--Qiang-" The blade of the big sword, which was more than one hundred and ten centimeters, played its due role at this time, and the two elite soldiers who rushed behind were forced backwards by the bright blades to pull away again. But at the same time, the fastest "long" thrust ahead was already in front of him, and Henry couldn't have had time to flip his blade to block it anyway - and he wasn't going to do it.

"When Qiang Liang-" The furious sparks shone in all directions in an instant, and the sage directly grabbed the hilt of the sword and stabbed forward, using the steel counterweight ball at the end to "knock away" the opponent's thrust as if it were literally in the sense of the word, causing it to pass by his body, and finally directly smashed the entire end of the hilt into the opponent's face.

"Poof-" The bridge of the nose snapped in an instant, and blood overflowed, and the momentum of the elite soldier was paused, but it was not over, and the elite soldier in front of Henry on the right side of the "furious" slash attacked again, and the sage turned around as if he had foreseen all this, and passed by the long sword that had been slashed with a whistling sound.

"Ding!" The one-handed sword slammed into the marble floor, and in a spark the tip of the sword was removed, and the elite soldier struggled to pull up, but Henry stomped his sword-holding hands, causing him to suffer pain, let go of the long sword, and then struggled to lift his right leg, and made close contact with the opponent's chin with the tip of his leather boot.

"Click-" The jaw and cervical spine made a crisp sound of bone misalignment, and the elite soldier flew upside down, and he had already rolled his eyes in mid-air and died.

"Ahh

"Give it to me!" it all happened in a flash of lightning, and even Medlow's brief words ordering more elite soldiers at the door to come in for support seemed to be slowed down - the elite soldier holding his bleeding nose took a few steps backwards. The two men who had been forced back by Henry at the beginning again covered each other and attacked side by side - the sage turned, and then.

A sword stabbed out.

"Uhhh

Like a legendary technique, he retracted the thrust in a fraction of a moment and stabbed it out again, and the continuous thrust did not lose its ferocity, and the slit in the side of the breastplate that the mercenary on the left side was exposed because of his sideways stabbing into his chest.

"Poof-" The mercenary, whose lungs were hit hard by the heavy breath, coughed up his last breath in a tingling sensation, and Henry did not draw the sword directly, but took his corpse, lowered his weight, and the green tendons in his hands burst out, and threw the entire big sword directly towards the person on the right.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-" The two elite soldiers who fell hard smashed the huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the side, and the glass shattered to the ground in a crisp continuous sound, and the blood was stained with many fragments, and Henry turned around again without stopping.

Passing by the right side of the elite soldier who had fallen backwards with his mouth and nose covered, the man who had just come in from the hallway took a "long" thrust - Henry had just turned. At this moment, he looked defenseless, and the elite soldier lowered his center of gravity, and the other party didn't even have the intention to dodge this sword that was so fast and fast.

It's going to hit the nail on the head.

"Huh-" The sound of breaking the air was clear and there was no murmur, even if Henry judged it, this was a qualified sword.

But as we said earlier, the "long style", which is a technique of extending the whole body forward and stabbing with both hands, has a big problem, that is, it will expose its attack range.

Although generally speaking, after dodging this move, remember the attack range and use it as the basis for reacting. But in the hands of a swordsman at the normal level, this fact can also be exploited in reverse.

The one-handed sword used by the elite soldiers of the Duke's Court was the most common style on the West Coast. Mira uses this one. They were originally noble swords, and when it comes to emphasizing the distinction, this style is often referred to as "armed swords". The biggest difference between it and the Stiking, Laman, and Avennella one-handed swords is that the gauntlet is longer and the blade is narrower. This is designed to allow for some parry ability even when not using a shield, so it is often worn as a secondary weapon as well.

The total length of the armed sword is within a hundred centimeters, which is easy to judge - Henry's turning movement has not completely stopped, and the opponent's long sword has come to the distance of less than thirty centimeters in front of his throat - what makes it difficult to judge the attack distance is not the length of the weapon itself, but the angle at which a person will extend his body and thrust forward and the full length of his arm, because everyone will be more or less different in size, plus the cover of clothing, it is difficult to judge the length of the opponent's arm by the naked eye.

As a result, the so-called method of judging the attack distance by the opponent's every move is only possible in very few cases - very rarely. For example, this is the case right now.

Let's go back and recall some of the original descriptions of Duke Monroe's elite soldiers - "The soldiers at the entrance of the North Gate wore plate armor chest guards with chain mail hems and large monolithic shoulder armor".

Massive, monolithic shoulder armor.

This detail is derived from the full-body plate armor used by knights, and it was designed to increase defense in order to be able to handle heavy weapons such as mounted spears when fighting on horses. This design is understandable when applied to a knight who condescendingly delivers a slash from horseback. But when the Monroe soldier, who was not riding a horse but on foot, bent down and leaned forward, trying to stretch his hands forward with all his might to complete the "long" thrust -

The shoulder armor was too large, limiting the range of motion of his arms.

"Huh-" The tip of the sword stopped at the range of seven or eight centimeters in front of his throat, and he was unable to move forward. The "long" thrust with his hands not fully extended could not have hit Henry in the first place, and the sage who judged this would not have retreated because of this, missing a valuable opportunity to attack.

"Uh-" The elite soldier immediately realized that the standard long thrust was combined with the footwork of the right foot to step forward and press forward with the center of gravity, which was originally intended to make it easy for the swordsman using this move to send out a continuous forward attack, but in this case, the elite soldier was unable to pull his body back quickly.

But even if he didn't choose a "long" thrust, and made a mistake in front of a swordsman of Henry's calibre - there would never be a chance to correct it.

"Poof—huh—" The sage slashed off his left hand with a slash with one hand, and then reached out with the other hand, holding the greatsword that had been swung to the apex, and both hands were reversed, falling fiercely above his head.

"Bang!!"

The standard "roof-style" undercut.

The steel helmet was deeply dented, and blood flowed constantly. The bones of his neck and skull had been shattered, and the elite soldier's neck fell to the ground with a slump.

"Monsters, monsters. The elite soldier covering his mouth and nose said with a pale face in one hand, and he was about to step forward, but a voice sounded.

"Stop, Lawrence, you still have a wife and children. Medlow spoke lightly, and then stepped out from behind the elite in the hallway, looking directly at Henry with piercing eyes.

"To take you down, the price is not small. The brown-haired knight's expression was grim. Henry, on the other hand, asked with a calm face, "In this tone, you don't plan to fight me?" The sage, who was stained with a lot of blood but was still calm, asked in a tone that was neither high nor low. The knight standing across from him shook his head and didn't answer.

"Stand down. Medlow raised a hand, and everyone, including the elite soldier he called Lawrence, obediently retreated to the sides of the corridor outside......

"You remind me of a man. The knight exhaled, his expression softened slightly for a moment, but immediately changed back to a sharp appearance: "You are strong, indeed strong." In terms of sword skills alone, this city - no, I'm afraid there is no one in this kingdom who can beat you. Even if you carry two burdens and dispatch the entire mansion, I don't dare to pack a ticket to kill you. ”

"But there are many things in this world that are more terrifying than the strength of the sword. Medlow stared at Henry and said word for word, "You have no idea how deep this muddy water you are stirring is, mercenary. Today you are lucky. If you see something you shouldn't see, I advise you not to go any further. Otherwise, next time, no matter what the cost, I will. Kill you. “

"I have to. He said, "Kill you." ”

"Well, can I go?" Medlo's words were cold, and Henry shrugged, grabbed the corner of the clothes of one of the dead soldiers on the ground, wiped his broadsword, and unsheathed them, picking up the equipment of Mira and Ferry.

"......" Medlow did not speak with a cold face, and a closer look could see that the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. The sage, on the other hand, walked idly from the midst of the dead bodies as if he were in his own home, and turned to walk towards the door with one on his shoulder.

"Boom-" An elite soldier tried to draw his sword, but was forced back by Medlow's ice-like look.

"Then let's go, thank you for the hospitality, although it is drugged, it tastes good. Henry looked down at the other and nodded, and then walked past them just a stone's throw away.

"Wait......" the knight began, and the sage stopped.

"Tell that guy to stop digging into it. ”

"He's going to die. Medlow said without looking back, and Henry shrugged. He didn't ask who "that guy" was, so he carried the two of them out with a big sword on his back and some miscellaneous items.

"Chief, why did you stop me just now...... That man can't keep his hands free, this is a great opportunity!" The elite soldier who had just tried to draw his sword approached and defended with some indignation, and his words were unsurprisingly exchanged for a cold look from Medlow.

"He's going to kill you, he doesn't need a sword. ”

"Cherish your dog life, be grateful and live with Dade. The chief knight turned around and walked in the direction of the main hall without looking back: "Go and clean the room." He shouted at the maid next to him, who bowed respectfully, and Medlo walked down the corridor to the left.

The orange light of the oil lamp flickered gently, and the steel gauntlet at the end of the armed sword that shook slightly with his steps reflected the faint light of the fire as he walked slowly. Medlo came to his room, and suddenly punched the wall hard.

The knuckles of the "Knock ......" were worn through by the rough wall. Blood slowly oozed out, and he spoke slowly in a voice that only he could hear, like it was squeezing out of his teeth.

"Vanessa ......"

"That idiot still can't let go......"

"If this continues, he will really die. ”

The fire flickered in the silent hallway, and the voice of the chief knight was low and weak.

......

"Hah-"

"Ha-woo"

"Woo?!"

"Huh?"

"What's going on!" the sleepy-eyed young mercenary woke up to the regular ups and downs of his footsteps, and he immediately woke up the girl on the other side as he screamed in a hurry.

"Woo......" Mira rubbed her eyes, then froze for a moment.

"Drugged?" is different from Ferry who screams wah-wah. She pondered for a moment before coming to a conclusion. "Hmm. Hyung replied with a simple syllable, and the white-haired girl frowned.

"Why didn't you say it earlier, when I went to the suspect's house, I ate the food that was given to me because you didn't say there was a problem......," she said, and Ferry on the side changed the subject and began to shout, "Hey, eh, drugged." What a medicine!

"If it's a deadly toxin, I'll say it. Henry ignored Ferry and then answered Mira's question: "And they are secretly observing, and if they don't eat, these people won't act." ”

"I want to see what they're going to do. ”

"But you're all right?" the girl hit the nail on the head.

"I'm special. Henry shrugged, a gesture that caused both of them to slip a little, and Ferry began to scream again.

“...... So you sold us, Mr. Sage is really the worst adult. Although the moonlight was not very bright, Henry could tell that Mira was now looking at him with disdain.

"Yes yes yes ......"

"And it's time for you to put us down. ”

"Oh yes, sorry, it was too light to be completely unaware. ”

"Mr. Sage is really the worst adult. (To be continued.) )