The Amber Sword

“Haruze, hold your sword tight. Think of your sister, you should fight not just as a warrior, but as a man. ”

The Little Prince Six godless stood there. The elf witch demon finally reacted, lowered her head to the ground to measure the little prey, like the animal's instinct and intuition, let her mouth slip slightly over a slight smile, like a cat teasing the mouse, she slowly approached him, buried herself, wrapped her slender arm around the little prince's neck, into the clothes and went down to explore the magic crystal.

Haruze was stunned, his beautiful eyes stared wide, and there was a silver mist inside, and the elf's slender nose breathed briefly. Reason told him to look at the other side's soft belly and stab him with a sword, but the long sword in his hand seemed to weigh more than a kilogram, his arm seemed to be stiff there, and the learned sword technique seemed to have slipped out of his mind and left a blank blank, his hand seemed to hold a sweat.

Besides, the spirit pointed the orbit of the black hole at his eyes. Dark magic is the best way to erode people's hearts. The spirit of the elf witch can easily perceive the fear of the little prince. Her snowy face split her mouth open with a dark moon teeth and looked at him with a scornful smile. Half the body of the demon had been affixed to Prince Haruzer's cheek deliberately with a soft hemisphere, elongated arms hanging like spiders behind Haruzer's neck, pointy fingers nearly touching the magic crystal.

But of course her desire for magic goes far beyond that little magic crystal, and the little prince with the gift of a wizard is the most delicious meal in her eyes.

Haruze shook so badly that he turned his head rigidly and looked at Brando begging.

“Lord Knight, he is not fit for battle.” Paia the Hunter Girl can't watch anymore.

“He must fight, and he has chosen this path, to face it with courage.” Brando replied seriously, turning a blind eye to Haruze's crying eyes.

Paia snorted for a while, trying to say something, but eventually stopped talking.

“Man must fight for every reason, Miss Hunter. But Haruze's reasons are extraordinarily different, not because of glory, not because of faith and ideals, but because he must be strong in order to respond to the expectations of many. ”

“But one cannot live in the expectations of others -” the Hunter Girl cannot help but refute, knowing her low status. She thought she would wait for Lord Knight to harshly reprimand her, but Brando was merely tempered to ask: “Will you live up to your brother's expectations, Miss Paia? ”

“I…”

“The people who really expect from you are the ones closest to you, and the words are not beautiful, because there is nothing perfectly beautiful about it. ”

“I'm sorry...”

“You don't have to apologize for my aristocracy, even if your words are as sharp as swords, they will only correct my mistakes. Not to mention. And as I said, everyone has a trajectory. ”

Paia will look at the Count with suspicion, and there are some things she doesn't quite understand. But she implicitly felt that Brando was quite different from the noble lords she had seen in shallow water towns, and even from the courteous knightly lords of Manowell.

Brando raised his voice: "Haruzer, everyone has the first lesson in their lives, and your sister must have told you what it's like to be a warrior.”

The little prince had no leisure time at all to hear it, but the last few words penetrated his confused thoughts, like tapping into his heart--

The basic skills of a warrior?

The snow in Winterclaw Castle is always thin, but falls and accumulates thick. Standing behind a snowflake, she penetrated the snow curtain with that harsh voice that scared him:

“In the face of battle, the first thing a swordsman needs to do is calm down, analyze his situation, and understand what he has to do--”

But his heart beat straight and he couldn't calm down at all.

“Use your will, not your sword, to fight. There is no one in the world who doesn't make mistakes, but only cowards fear mistakes and do not dare draw swords. You answer in your heart to all those who depend on you, are you going to be a coward —— or are you going to fight like a real man to the last minute?

“I…”

“I don't know! ”

The little prince felt the cold breath of the demon surrounding him, and the other party's cold fingertips crossed his spine, as if the next moment, to drag him into the infinite abyss of darkness. He couldn't help but keep his eyes closed and his tears lingered, but his pale little face was stained with unusual blood.

He gasped sharply.

“Have you seen the Royal Academy internship exam? If you don't answer the questionnaire, you'll never get a score--”

“You may also score zero by submitting your answers! I, I can't, I can't learn any swordsmanship! I just want to be with my sister. I'm not gonna fight anything. I'm not gonna die. ”

Slightly clicking, that's the sound of the clip when the sword sheaths out.

The little prince was almost crying. But the cry was filled with a sharp metal rattle, and the eyes of Haruze's demonic black hole suddenly widened, backing away suddenly, the cold sword blade almost climbing over her belly.

Haruze looked like a windmill with a round sword, because he was too hard, and he himself was carried around by the force of the sword.

This tragic scene is like a sword that people who never used a sword can't control, or like an intern at the Royal Academy, when a feather pen is raised, a drop of ink drips from the tip of the pen, staining the snow and white roll.

But at least the pen--

Haruze dragged his sword and gasped. His eyes were so big, he couldn't seem to believe that he had actually drawn his sword. For a moment, it was like a dream.

He raised his head and saw a bewildered look on the face of the retreating demon. It probably hasn't figured out how this little prey suddenly grows its fangs. But the simple reaction is to raise your elongated hand, five fingers to Haruze.

“Careful!” Paia couldn't help but remind herself of this scene.

“Sis! ”

The little prince felt a blank in his head and immediately lifted his long sword in front of him, then did not turn his head over and closed his eyes tightly.

Such a battle was unbearable, and Brando had no idea how he could see it. When he first fought, it was a hundred times better, but it was probably the natural advantage of the so-called player.

Five black flames erupted from the fingertips of the demon and were engraved in front of Haruze, but it was at this time that the 'loyalty of Hilkey' on his hands flashed blue and a pale blue shield appeared, and the black flame broke into pieces.

“Ah!”

The Hunter Girl is stunned.

The little prince reacted and looked at the sword in his hand. He seemed to want to go back and ask Brando, but he was coldly beaten back by Brando: “What a fool, don't fight back! ”

Haruze woke up dreaming as if he had recovered some of his training instincts and immediately turned around and struck the demon with a sword. But the movement was better than the clumsy beginner, and the demon hadn't even hidden, and he cut the air with his own sword.

“Don't be so stiff, leave room. ”

“I, I know...”

Haruze finally regained his balance. He stood up and tried to regain the trail of the demon, but the consternation on the face of the elf witch had been transformed into contempt. She opened her mouth and revealed a silent mockery, gently circling behind the little prince.

“Watch the back.” Paia's voice, she looked at Haruze and seemed to have replaced her brother in the invisible.

The spirits lift their fine claws and shoot them over Haruze's head. But it was at that moment that Haruze's right foot flattened, lying down, and his body had entered the defensive posture of the widely circulated Kruze noble swordsmanship.

Knight's defensive swordsmanship.

Brando's eyes lit up.

Xiao Zhengtai's eyes were clear, his heart seemed to calm down, and the wolf of the kingdom, his sister and Professor Nimaisi's myriad classic battles about the attack behind his back came to his mind - he bowed his head while shaking the sword in his hand backwards. The elongated, almost disproportionate claws of the Spirit swept from above him and apparently did not expect the former to be a sword from the bottom up. It suddenly became alarmed when the tip of the sword, which sparkled with cold light, appeared within its perception.

The spirit leaned back, but the sword still crossed its chest, leaving a fine black line there. Haruzer's attacks are pitiful compared to the Devil's defenses.

But the counter-attack still alerted it immediately, pulling the distance backwards and shooting five more demonic flames at the little prince.

But Elouin's future little king, His Majesty, is in full swing, and he closes his eyes and feels like he's back in Winterclaw Castle with a lifetime of snowpacking swordsmanship better than, or even better than, the battlefield. With Hilkey's loyalty raised in his hands, the black flame struck a suddenly flashing shield, blowing up again, and the falling flame sprinkled on the snow, burning a pit depression.

Haruze took a breath.

Eruin military swordsmanship.

Heralded as the most orthodox Light Spirit Battle Swordsmanship for humans. With the improvement of Darus, this sword has shown a strong offensive atmosphere.

He rushed in front of the demon with one arrow step.

This clumsy burst into Brando's eyes naturally proved useless, but Haruzer could have been attacked by a guard so quickly or unexpectedly - he whispered slightly.

The frontal attack of Haruze is slightly clumsy even in the eyes of the Devil. He hasn't stood steady yet, and the devil swept him with his paws and blew him into the snow. But he immediately fell and crawled up again, lifting his sword and preparing to block the dark flames of the demon.

This time, however, Hilkey's loyalty did not completely resist the spell for him, as he had hoped. The moment the dark magic hit the shield, the long sword cracked from the middle, the fractured part splashed into silver powder, and he himself was bounced out by huge force and hit by a thick pile of snow.

Brando saw a smash in the mouth. Against the tricyclical spell, Hilkey's loyalty was better than he had expected. He reached out his hand, the white light flashed, and another sword of exactly the same kind appeared in his hand.

“Loyalty II of Hilkey. ”

“Continue.”

He deliberately threw the second sword far away, and the little prince caught it in the snow. He looked like a little snowman at this moment, but at least the sword was drawn in the same position as the image, and the sharp sword blade came out of its sheath and drew a perfect curve with the scattered snowflake.

As soon as the sword came out of its sheath, it immediately confronted the five black flames fired from the front, banging loudly, and the flames formed by the dark magic exploded like flowers.

And in the sparks of scattered dancing, a man lashes out.

Haruze seemed to have finally noticed the weakness of the Spirit, and a protruding sword slanted towards the elongated paw of the elf witch. The demon stared at the pit of black paint and tried to avoid this little beast, which suddenly became untamed.

But what surprised Paia and even the spirit herself was that she seemed to have an extra wolf in her body at this moment, and he bit her teeth like a little wolf, and she was born. The devil's claw plunged into his shoulder, flesh and blood, and the little prince of Eruin screamed, but his right hand waved painfully and his sword was cut on the devil's left claw.

Unfortunately, it was not strong enough and only left a deep mouth there.

The spirit screamed in pain, but could not speak. It opened the big mouth of the black hole and slapped the little prince out again.

Haruze's body rolled over in the snow before landing, and the black flame swept at him. He saw the scene in his eyes, which went well beyond what he had learned on the battlefield. But that moment seemed like a survival instinct, when he plugged his sword down in the middle of the air, and the black flame struck him again with the shield that flashed around him.

The flames exploded, and the enormous impact prevented him from holding his sword and flying out until he hit a cedar tree from afar.

Brando looked at the spirit —— he knew that the other side should have no power either. Magic is life for demons, and they can't risk their lives to do it again.

He took out his third sword and threw it out again far away.

“Loyalty III of Hilkey. ”

The scaly Haruze caught the sword this time, his whole body shivering slightly, but the sword was still drawn in a meticulous manner. He raised his head and the demon did not carry out any more remote attacks, but hesitated to retreat.

But apparently, Haruze's magical scent made her hesitate.

The little prince couldn't care less. He was in a state of chaos, but the spirit was in a state of high excitement. He never thought he could fight monsters like this. He didn't know how powerful the spirits were, but he also knew how good the knights chosen from his sister's convoy were.

He took a deep breath and held the handle of the sword in his hand simultaneously with his right hand.

“This action...”

Brando slightly flashed.

“Huh.” And the pair next to her softly hummed.

In the snow, a white light swept up, like a moon tooth, and instantly cut half the woodland straight into the demon. accompanied by Haruze's childish roar: “Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah -! ”

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)