Heart of the Castle

Chapter 20 Outer Part 4 Glenn Worm's Test

The sound of the blade breaking the wind resounded in the dense forest after the snow, tearing the silence of the evening.

Grunwalm was wearing a thick blue and white attendant coat, sweating profusely in practicing swordsmanship in the woods. It was getting late, and the light in the woods was even more dim, but the boy's eyes were firm and bright, like morning stars.

"Spread your legs apart, put your weight on the sword, then rotate your body, and use the momentum to slash!" He silently recited the tricks Wilps taught him to use the sword, and swung every sword with all his strength. Not sloppy.

After hundreds of monotonous swishing noises, it finally faded away.This practice of immersing oneself in body and mind is very exhausting. In the severe cold of the northern region, there was a faint white mist around Grunwalm's body, and his heavy breathing was clearly audible.

"There are still two hundred times to go, take a break, and then finish it in one breath!" The young attendant murmured to himself, put the long sword used for practice in his hand casually, found a stone and sat down, slowly breathing evenly, The muscles of the whole body tense and relax with breathing.

This method of rest was also taught to him by Wilps. It can allow the body to adapt to fatigue as soon as possible, and then squeeze out every bit of potential in the muscles.The so-called grudge is actually a kind of ability that is stimulated after the potential of the human body has been developed to a limit. This ability allows people to break through their own limit and stimulate even stronger potential.

"The power of battle qi, I wish I could have it now..." A melancholy voice escaped from the boy's mouth.He did have reason to sigh, because just this morning, the black wings brought the lord's order, and his loyal knight Lord Wilps led a full hundred elite cavalry to leave Greencastle to carry out the mission.Grunwalm strongly requested to accompany him, but Lord Wilps' answer was stern and reserved.

"This mission is very important, and only real knights and cavalry who have experienced battles can participate." He still remembered Lord Wilps saying this, while casting a cold and glacial gaze from the gap in the helmet, "Ge Renworm, I admit that you have a talent for using a sword and you have worked hard, but now, you are still a kid who hasn't grown up."

"However, Mr. Li Wei is only 15 years old..." Grunwalm blushed and argued, but his words may have been a little louder, and everyone who heard them was stunned at first, and then haha Laugh out loud.

Wilps didn't laugh much, but his voice was very loud. When he gradually stopped laughing, the gaze from the helmet became a bit colder. "Your Excellency Li Wei is different." He shook his head, "Grun Worm, when you can have fighting spirit, let's talk about the battle!"

These words pierced Grunworm's fragile self-esteem like a sharp sword cutting through frozen grease. The young attendant tried his best to control himself so as not to shed tears. He returned quickly and left.

The next half day was like hell for the young man, his conversation with Wilps was very loud, and many people who stayed behind heard it.Since Grunwalm is indeed very talented with swords, among the boys of the same age, no one has been able to defeat him in a single fight. The jealousy makes some elements in the dialogue infinitely exaggerated, and the cynicism converges into a terrible scene for a while. Waves rushed towards Glenn Warm from all directions.

In these taunts, Glenn Worm has become synonymous with self-importance and arrogance, and his dialogue with Wilps has been repeatedly tampered with, and finally he has become the image of the clown in folk slang.

"Our lord Grunworm is about to become a lord. Can you guess what his family crest is?" The malicious voice seemed to be still coming from behind, and Grunworm couldn't help but straighten his back, with an expression on his face. There was a brooding rage in it.

"What is it?" It's not so much curiosity, it's better to say that there is a voice singing in unison.

"It's a bloody butcher's knife! Because his father is a butcher!"

Grunwalm turned around in anger, but there was nothing behind him, only the rustling of the wind blowing through the snowy forest.The tree shadows are shaking, deep and quiet.

After eating lunch without food, Glenn Warm plunged into the dense forest behind the Green Castle to practice hard. There are few people here, and the dangerous beasts have long been driven or slaughtered by the bobcats.Accompanied by the sound of the blade tearing through the air, Grun Worm spent a long afternoon until night fell.

Looking at the sky that had turned rosy red, Grunworm stood up, ready to practice the last [-] chops before returning to the Green Castle.However, just as he was posing, a slight call came from his ear.

"Young man... oh, young man... come here, here I am..."

The voice was so faint and ethereal that Grunwalm listened intently, but heard nothing.

"Maybe it's an illusion?" The young attendant said to himself. Tiredness can indeed cause people to have various illusions, and it's not surprising that someone is calling in the fantasy.

However, when he shook his head and resumed his preparatory posture, the voice sounded again, this time much clearer.

"Grun Worm, Grun Worm, come here, here I am!"

"What sound?" The boy frowned, this time he couldn't attribute the sound to an illusion, "Can you call my name, are those guys trying to play a joke on me?" Thinking of the morning in the green The cynicism he received in the castle, the boy heaved a sigh of relief, and decided to ignore this call that was probably a prank.

"Grun Worm, don't be stupid, it's useless to practice like this. You'll never try to catch up with that person. That young lord's vindictiveness is so powerful, could it be obtained from hard training? The voice seemed to be able to hear what Grunwalm was thinking, and his tone became full of temptation, "I can only give you what you want."

"My lord of glory, what is speaking in my ear? A seductive demon, or some strange spirit?" The young man's shout made the voice slightly silent, and then he let out a deep laugh, "What a monster!" Young people with strong vigilance, come to me, look at me, and you will know that I am not a devil, let alone a strange spirit."

Grunwalm's eyes flickered. He didn't think he would encounter any danger in the dense forest, or was it just a prank?He touched the short knife "stab" at his waist, gripped the practice sword that was not sharpened, trampled on the snow, and walked towards the direction of the sound.

(End of this chapter)