My Frostmourne can't be so cute

What Benedictus taught Malone today is how to attach the power of the light to the attack while fighting.

When he first learned of the news, Malone’s consternation could not be added-in his opinion, it was beyond the power of Benedictus-this is something that a Paladin can do, and Benedictus is just a Priest.

Both rely on the belief in the Holy Light to gain strength, but only the Paladin can fight against the enemy.

But Malone soon discovered that Benedictus didn't speak big words-he was demonstrating the sacred art that made people eye-catching to Malone while practicing with Malone with a one-handed sword.

Malone's swordsmanship was trained by Anduin Lothar; he only needs to remember a little to retrieve his excellent fighting feeling-his muscles have already formed terrible memories of those technical skills.

But Benedictus's swordsmanship made Malone a little surprised. He believed that if his "brother" was willing to become a Paladin, no one would doubt that he could do better than Uther.

Malone was not doubting the ability of the teacher of the Lich King Alsace, but...Benedictus' versatility in combat, faith, and the application of holy arts made Malone feel a little surprised.

Malone was a little grateful that he hadn't planned to kill Benedictus in Alonthos Faor's cabin before—because if he did that, he really couldn't tell who could kill whom.

...

"Ma Long! What are you thinking!"

Accompanied by a crisp voice, a beautiful figure sprang out from the deck not knowing where; Malone recovered and took a closer look. Tiffany, the beautiful girl, was standing in front of him vividly.

Tiffany’s long blonde hair in the shawl was combed into a ponytail, and the taste of sex/sensation was reduced a lot, but it was extraordinarily refreshing and cute; the pale pink lace/silk skirt when I met the first two times I don’t know where it went , An aqua blue skirt with a little floral decoration took its place.

The hem of the blue skirt is much shorter than that of the "predecessor". Tiffany's two slender and straight legs are tight; the slight sea breeze blows by, and the girl has to press the short skirt with her hands. Side, so as not to under the skirt of spring / light / big / vent; I haven't raised my head, on the ivory white face, Xia Fei's cheeks are already on.

The moonlight was as bright as last night, but with a fascinating and charming blue color on Tiffany's body, like a goddess descended on the world-Ma Long is not a poet, this is the most appropriate description he can think of ——Simple, but imaginative.

"I'm thinking of a girl... Counting the time, she should also show up."

Malone suddenly felt that the day's study, or training, was not so tiring. He stopped and said to Tiffany with a smile.

"Girl? Who is she? Where is she?"

Tiffany's face clearly showed a look of surprise, she asked reluctantly while pouting.

"She is wearing a blue dress and blonde hair. She is a very beautiful girl."

Malone teased Tiffany.

"Ah! Isn't that me?"

Tiffany said in surprise, and then realized that Malone was joking with him, and she gave him a shameful glance-saying that she was thinking of a girl... I was scared and disgusted!

"Yeah, it's you...Did you come here to see the moon again?"

Ma Long smiled and nodded, then asked.

"Yeah... by the way, take a look at what you are doing, Ma Long! I have been here several times during the day, but you are not here, Ma Long, hehe."

Tiffany put her hands behind her back and twisted her body playfully, but didn't realize that her concave/convex/have/chievous figure had become particularly alluring because of this unconscious movement.

Ma Long's eyes were very faintly attracted by the girl's bulging/raised chest-the lower/half/short skirt of the upper body would naturally not be tightly wrapped, he was not only fortunate that he was tall enough to be tall enough. Through the open neckline of the blue floral skirt, one can vaguely see the two rounded hemispheres inside.

"Ma Long, let me help you!"

Tiffany didn't realize that she was being spied on. She enthusiastically said to Malone, wanting to help him hold the two one-handed swords in her hand.

"No, this thing is not very heavy."

How could Ma Long let a charming little girl do this, and quickly declined.

"Oh, okay... Ma Long, do you know that, I heard my father say that we are going to our destination soon! I have never been to the north, nor have my father, I don’t know if the people there are? Like everyone in Stormwind, will they take us in..."

It was another moonlight night, walking beside Malone who was holding two one-handed swords, Tiffany started her whispering thoughts again.(To be continued.)

Extraordinary (12)

In the days that followed, Benedictus took on more and more of the work of teaching Malone-no way, Archbishop Alonthos Fawor was too busy.

Stormwind refugees led by Anduin Lothar have been sailing at sea for nearly a month; if the course does not deviate, they may reach the target of this voyage at any time-the southernmost town of Nanhai in the Hillsbrad Hills .

However, those who traveled a hundred miles were half and ninety-just before the refugees were about to arrive at their destination, many problems broke out in an instant, Alonthos Fao and Anduin Lothar, the two refugee leaders I was so busy every day that I naturally didn't have time to pay attention to Ma Long's studies.

...

"Concentrate, young man, you almost can't hold the sword in your hand!"

A sneak attack by Benedictus knocked down the one-handed sword in Ma Long's hand on the deck; he lowered the blade in his hand, and warned his fellow students with a gentle tone.

"Sorry, Benedict, I'm thinking about something...can we take a break today?"

Malone bent down, picked up his weapon, and then pleaded with Benedictus-what just happened was not the normal level of this body, but the distracting thoughts in his mind made him unable to concentrate.

"Of course, Malone. Come on, let's talk."

Benedictus nodded, he walked up to Malone, took the one-handed sword in his hand, and threw it on the deck along with his weapon casually, then patted Malone on the shoulder and motioned him to follow Yourself.

Malone walked to the bow position behind Benedictus-this is the flagship of the fleet. After sailing day and night with other ships for nearly a month, both the deck and the mast have a type. The feeling of suffering.

The bow of the ship lacking anti-corrosion measures was a bit damaged. Ma Long picked a place that was still intact, leaned back on the string, and closed his eyes—the sea breeze slapped his face with fine waves, bringing A refreshing feeling.

"So Ma Long...what bothers you so much? Is that the girl who pesters you for walks on the deck every night?"

Benedictus walked to Malone's side and asked with a smile.

"Tiffany?...you know her?"

Malone opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise.

"Of course, everyone on this ship knows. The women are jealous of Tiffany, the men are jealous of you, but you two are not aware of it at all."

Benedictus also learned the posture of Malone and leaned on the strings of the boat, although this is quite inconsistent with his future archbishop status, but it does make people feel very comfortable.

"Come on, what's so jealous about... not to mention... all men? Exaggerated! Are you jealous of me, Benedictus?"

Malone gave a wry smile, then teased Benedict.

"Of course!" To Malone's expectation, Benedictus nodded and gave an affirmative answer, "If I am twenty years younger...no, only ten years old is enough; I will definitely know nothing. Rush up without hesitation and snatch your Miss Tiffany."

This answer surprised Malone. He looked at Benedictus in surprise, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm a priest, not a monk or ascetic."

Noting Malone's gaze, Benedictus patted him on the shoulder and said with a laugh.

"Well...but that's not my Miss Tiffany, and it's not what I was thinking about."

Ma Long shook his head helplessly, and muttered—Benedictus was right. Ma Long did confuse him with the monks before—Who calls them all bald!