My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Altea buckled the dagger in the palm of her left hand with her backhand, and her right hand stood up with a thin and sharp one-handed sword.

"bring it on!"

Nice knocked on the shield with his one-handed sword. The front of the shield carried the emblem of Stormwind-a lion embossed raised, and he responded loudly.

...

As time passed bit by bit, Nice's face gradually showed a puzzled expression-because he found that although Altea on the opposite side yelled an offensive slogan, he had no intention of attacking him at all.

"Miss Altea, are you not ready yet? Then we can wait for a while..."

Although he is not a gentleman or nobleman, Niss is also very polite. He put down his sword and shield and said to Altea generously.

"It's now!"

At the moment when Nice's arm was slack and drooping, Altea suddenly snorted, straightened up the one-handed sword in her hand, and pierced Nice's chest.(To be continued.)

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"Oh!"

Nis screamed badly-Altea's attacking movements and steps were too fast, he had only time to lift the shield in his left hand, and he had no time to use the one-handed sword in his right hand to block Altea's sneak attack.

With a soft sound of "Zheng", Altea's one-handed sword hit Nice's shield, and then slid to one side at an oblique angle.

"Look at me!"

Nis decided to launch a counterattack against Altea. He shouted loudly like a legendary swordsman, and then slammed down his weapon fiercely—of course not at Altea’s head, but with the sword. Altea's wrist.

As long as she can shoot down her weapon again, it will be considered a victory, right?

——Nice, who didn't want to hurt Altea, thought so.

But Altea's agility was beyond Nice's expectation, and his sword slapped empty-Altea had already moved quickly to Nis's side with the force of the rush and the one-handed sword being tilted by the shield.

"Hey!"

Nis was not in a hurry. Although she had only received a few months of training, Altea was only a woman after all, and she couldn't make Nis nervous enough to forget those training results.

In the past three months, Nice has seen similar situations countless times when he was playing against his teammates.

Almost no reaction time is needed. Nice backhand shot his shield to the left and rear of his body. Although he didn't use all his strength, Nice believed that the weak Miss Altea would temporarily lose the ability to move as long as he shot the opponent. of.

However, Nice's shield was shot again, and Altea's petite body took a few steps back quickly, letting go of the attack-Nice's self-confident move only won a little space.

But this was enough. Nice used Altea’s retreat space and time to stabilize his body again, and once again made a standard fighting posture—he didn’t believe Altea could maintain such a slippery speed forever. Slow down and your chance will come.

Anyway, it is impossible for a lady to have the strength to shoot down her shield. As long as the shield is still there, facing the light one-handed sword and short dagger, she will be invincible.

Altea did not continue to attack either. She knew that the bluffing method just now might not work the second time, so she patiently waited for the opportunity outside of Nice's attack range, while waiting, thinking about the things that Malone had taught herself. thing.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of Nice's eyes, and he saw Altea rushing towards him at a rapid speed.

"watch out!"

Altea drank heavily and threw the one-handed sword in her right hand forward.

Seeing Altea rushing towards her without knowing it, Nice's heart was a little nervous instinctively-he was not sure what killer Altea had that would make her make such a move that was almost equivalent to throwing herself into the net, and worried about herself The response will not hurt the opponent.

The two phases were entangled, and Nice's reaction was unexpectedly slow. Seeing Altea's sword throwing movement, he subconsciously lifted his hand up, trying to block the one-handed sword that should be thrown at his face with a shield.

So, Nice was fooled-Altea did not throw out the weapon in her hand, she just flicked a shot; Nice's shield blocked the air and blocked his own vision.

Taking advantage of speed, Altea quickly went around to the left side of Nice, and put her dagger on Nice’s shoulder-because of the difference in height between the two people, this movement was a bit difficult for Altea, she had to Stretching out his body completely can bring Nice's neck into the attack range of his dagger.

"I...I...I lost..."

Nice couldn't believe it, as if talking to himself, and murmured as if in doubt.

"Why! I can't really beat you, but now I'm satisfied with this, hehe! Malone taught me how to deceive the honest people. I didn't know before, he was such a bad person. !"

Altea quickly put away her dagger and one-handed sword, and said to Nis with a smile.

"Sir Lothar..."

Nis repeated the name Altea had said, and his heart was filled with confusion. Not long ago, he, and other militiamen, including Chief Paul and Chief Robin, did not believe that Altea had any chance of winning in front of him. .

But the fact is that it is now-even though Altea has done a lot of tricks, even though she keeps stopping because she doesn't want to hurt her, but...

Nice really never thought it would turn out like this.

Standing on tiptoe and patted Niss on the shoulder for comfort, Altea dropped her one-handed sword, inserted her dagger back into her waist, and turned her head to look in the direction of Malone.

The "bad guy" in Altea's mouth was still standing there, even though it was far away, Altea could see the sunny and gentle smile on Malone's face.

Seeing the end of the competition, the militiamen were all stunned in place, but the refugees burst into cheers-Nice is an honest person, but who doesn't like the beautiful and lovely Altea?

Among the cheering refugees, the little Maria, who was standing next to her mother, screamed the happiest — although she didn’t understand what happened, she learned from her mother that Altea’s sister, whom she had always admired, had The big opponent was defeated, and the little girl could not contain the excitement in her heart, clapping her hands and shouting in hello.

"Ma Long!"

Altea waved to Malone from a distance, and then ran to him quickly.

Ma Long greeted the excited girl with a smile. However, before the words of encouragement and praise could be spoken, Altea rushed into Ma Long's arms.

"Ma Long, I won! Really won!"

Altea embraced Malone in excitement, then raised her head in his arms, her face filled with a sweet, youthful smile.

Perhaps it was because Altea was so excited to be able to do things that she couldn't believe, that she forgot that there were hundreds of spectators around the square.

"Altea..."

The smile on Ma Long's face was a bit stiff, and he didn't know where to put his hands-as long as he drooped slightly, he seemed to be able to trap the girl's round/straight/curled moon buttocks in his wide palms.

Of course, Ma Long couldn't do this in front of everyone. He could only helplessly raise his hands and looked helplessly at the surrounding crowd-until he saw Altea's father.

Elro Eberlock stood at the door of the city hall, looking at Malone with the bearded Richard; when the young nobleman looked at him, the corners of Elro Eberlock’s mouth appeared. With a narrow smile, he squeezed his eyes at Malone, but he didn't care about the fact that he was held tightly by his daughter.(To be continued.)

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——Not to mention Elro? Eberlock has always admired young people like Malone, even if it is not... This is also her daughter who sent her to the arms of others, and his dad who spoiled her daughter can say something. what?

Elro Eberlock’s smile was seen in Malone’s eyes, but there was a little more of encouragement inexplicably—it was obvious that the priest and mayor of the night town didn’t mind the relationship between Malone and his daughter. This relationship between.

Throwing into Malone's arms and hugging him for a while, Altea realized that her behavior was a bit...too bold.

At the same time, the cheers of the refugees reached Altea's ears, making the girl realize that this place was still under the public.