Fairy’s Box

Click-!

Just as the tip of the holy sword was about to leave the rock, an unstoppable huge suction force suddenly came from the inside of the rock, which surpassed Kenneth's soul force, and instantly pulled the holy sword back into the rock.

"Damn!"

The prince collapsed on the rock, his face pale with exhaustion.

King Gary's face turned blue and white, and he grabbed his palm for a moment. After realizing that there was only air in his hand, he sighed helplessly:

"It still doesn't work."

"I'm really sorry, Father."

Kenneth struggled to stand up, his eyes fixed on the hilt of the sword, a trace of unwillingness and resentment appeared on his face.

"It's not your fault, go back."

The old king waved his hand sullenly, took a step, and turned away in silence.

"…"

The prince stayed in place alone, looking at the holy sword embedded in the rock, and after thinking for an unknown amount of time, he found that the sky had become dark and dark, foreshadowing the beginning of night.

"Since I can't get this holy sword, then..."

A strange smile appeared on Kenneth's face, his eyes turned to the distant night sky, and he put his hands behind his back and said coldly, "I have to forge a magic sword of my own!"

…

Glamorgan, Earls Court.

Charlene was lying on her side, resting her head on Yale's lap, her short hair spilling over his knees.

"The moon is so beautiful today," she said softly.

"You think it's beautiful just because it's been a long time since you've seen it."

The black-haired knight held the golden spear in both hands and injected vindictive energy all the time. He firmly believed that the power he injected could not disappear out of thin air. It would either be absorbed and stored by the weapon, or it would be converted into something else.

"So... even if it's a very beautiful thing, as long as you see it often, will you still think it's not beautiful?" The green-haired girl suddenly covered her face and asked nervously.

"…"

Faced with her jumpy thinking that often goes off the line, Yale feels that silence is better than everything, and that he must be wrong when he talks too much.

"Is it the default not to speak?"

Charlene kept her hands covering her face, her body jumped up like a fish, she hit his forehead with her forehead, and then burst into tears...

"Don't make trouble, it's only once a month, what else do you want?"

The black-haired knight rubbed her forehead for her, and then patted the **** the head:

"Get up, I'm going to practice swords."

"I'll accompany you!"

The green-haired girl flexibly turned around and jumped up, took advantage of the situation and took out the saber from Yale's waist, then picked the tip of the sword at him, and shouted with great interest:

"Come, come, come!"

"Okay, I'll go get a sword..."

Soon, the peaceful night was disrupted by the sound of dense sword strikes, which was like the sound of high-speed iron hammering until it was close to dawn, before Yale took a cold shower with sweat and started a new day's work.

New army training - fighting spirit training - try to activate the golden gun - rest - learn sword.

This is the life that the black-haired knight has been repeating all this time. It is exhausting, but also very fulfilling.

Even with the help of the spring water fairy, he did not pin all his hopes on the golden spear, and always planned to enhance his combat effectiveness from another angle. Learning the sword light that one has not yet mastered is obviously the most effective and most promising method.

Since getting the holy sword of Arrondette, Yale has never slackened his swordsmanship. Unfortunately, it seems that it is really a talent problem. The skill of sword light is a bit too high-end for him.

So far, he has only mastered the most basic sword style skills.

However, the black-haired knight is very patient. He has mastered the power of origin. Is it possible that he can't learn the mere sword light?

It doesn't matter if the progress is slow, lay a solid foundation and take it step by step.

In fact, due to the permanent amnesia of the broken steel war pattern in the furnace, Yale is completely unaware that the swordsman rank has a bonus effect on the learned swordsmanship skills.

As for the rank of Berserker, in addition to the super easy-to-use ability of madness to enhance combat power, all aspects are reducing effects (perception, precision, weapon mastery).

Therefore, it is not that he is too stupid, but that his rank is not powerful.

…

Seven days later, on the border of Mauritania, the southern barren swamp.

A carriage left the city through the side door, and in the twilight, it galloped down the path in the wilderness. Overgrown weeds and strangely-shaped branches swept past me quickly, and the outline of the dense forest in front was gradually approaching in the turbid moisture.

"How far, sir?"

Nancy asked the aquatic horse pulling the cart ahead.

"Coming."

But when the girl asked it again after a quarter of an hour, the aquatic horse's answer was:

"Coming."

After it answered three times and was about to arrive, a few strange trees with roots and stems soaked in water finally came into view, and the brightly colored miasma and water flow faintly emerged in the mist, getting closer and closer.

"Kasha! Kasha!"

The girl secretly called her friend in her heart, and after receiving a weak but clear response, she continued:

"The place that the lord said is here."

The lord in Nancy's mouth refers to the body-devouring snake, one of the five major sources of power. The two of them have just found a clone of this lord and worshipped the mountain, and took the opportunity to inquire about Paler German.

His Majesty the King Snake is very satisfied with the behavior of the spring water and the **** of prophecy Kasha's abandonment of the dark and the light, and the restoration of the fairy status, and the spring water fairy belongs to the branch of the ocean type fairy, so naturally he has a good impression.

For a concept **** who was born at the same time as the world, as long as it makes him feel happy, such trivial matters can naturally be solved easily.

The World Snake told them that the scholar who knew Palladium was in the jungle ahead and sent an aquatic horse to lead the way.

Facing the monarchs of all the ocean-type goblins in the world, Kasha was naturally moved by the kindness of His Majesty the King Snake. He felt that his hundreds of years of divine rebirth was simply a nightmare.

"…"

The aquatic horse moved its hooves and walked through the mist-shrouded woods, walking steadily and lightly, with its head held high, its green eyes swept across the hazy tree canopy, and vigilantly paying attention to its surroundings.

In the depths of the fog, countless orange-yellow light sources hang quietly high, with a faint halo glowing in the fog, like the stars in the sky under the night.

The hoof slid through the air at high speed, stepping into the liquid under him, causing ripples in circles, and its movements gradually slowed down along with the scattered water lines.

Its birthplace is this rainforest, and it has spent 120 years here. It is very aware of the nature of aquatic creatures. Only by tapping the water surface with the gentlest steps can it protect itself from those monsters.