Wizard From Afar

Waving the Knight long sword in his hand, the rest of Loren's gaze kept glancing at Ruben standing next to the clearing. The young count was holding the long sword in his hand with an expression on his face. It is also unprecedented seriousness, and there is no usual easy-going at all.

Although it happened suddenly, Loren was not really unprepared-at least when Ruben suddenly said that he was going to fight, he already understood what was going on.

That’s right, this count Young Master is carefree, he doesn’t stick to the trivial, and doesn’t take his identity as a wizard seriously. But this does not mean that he really has no intentions and no plans of his own.

As for the rumors of the Knights under his command, he was also impossible without knowing it, just pretending to be unclear.

This is an opportunity he gave Loren-if Loren can prove himself in front of Sir Aaron, then he can win the respect of the Knights, and no one will be treated like Loren again. Value some objections.

And if Loren loses too badly, or simply doesn’t have the courage to fight, the result is naturally obvious. Ruben will not give him a second chance, just as a person beside Ruben. Optional wizard, let alone status or anything.

Although it is too simple and rude to judge a person in a duel, there are not many ways to get the respect of the Knights, and as the Knight’s Ruben, he doesn’t think there is anything wrong. .

This War General really determines its own position in the future, so it is obviously impossible to use magic or some small means. It must be dignified.

This is really...a little bit difficult.

Slightly lifts the head, his sharp sight does not evade and stares at Sir Aaron in front of him. The long sword waving with one hand carries a little unruly elegance, like the fangs of a wild beast, straight Pointing to the front.

Sir Aaron, who raised his sword in both hands, squinted slightly. The black hair wizard in front of him did not have the slightest timidity in his eyes, but was full of confidence, as if the victory was already his.

Arrogant kid, you will learn a lesson!

Although he is a little older, Sir Aaron, who is in his middle age, is still very young and strong, his energy and physical strength are in his Peak state, and he is not afraid of any opponents—not to mention a lie. The wizard!

Sure enough, Loren chose to take the lead, and the long sword in his hand pierced his chest unabashedly. A trace of disdain came out of the slightly surprised Aaron's eyes.

Sure enough, the opponent wants to use the advantage of light armor to consume his physical strength with fast breaks. This is exactly the mistake made by youngsters who are angry, thinking that wearing heavy armor will make them lose their physical advantage.

Sir Aaron, who held the great sword horizontally, only turned around and removed the sword edge that Loren had stabbed. The burly silhouette seemed to have never moved before, standing in place like an Iron Pagoda.

Loren didn't seem to care, and with a smile, he took the initiative to launch an attack again, like the tip of the poisonous snake's vomiting sword, this time he aimed at his face gate.

Sir Aaron, who was disdainful, stepped forward once again, set up his sword and once again dismounted Loren's attack.

But this time Loren did not escape, the sword edge of the long sword slid down the spine of the two-handed sword, and the wrist was horizontal, and the inertia that had been removed hit his waist!

In the instant of light and shadow, Aaron's expression was a bit stern, holding the hilt of the sword and hanging down forcefully, forcibly blocking Loren's chopping.

At the same time that sword edge was bounced, Loren turned around and held the long sword with both hands, and cut it down from the upper right, which was exactly the opposite of the one just now!

Sir Aaron, who lifted the great sword, pierced his chin with the handle without the slightest hesitation, and the two who stepped aside at the same time were able to resolve the attack. But Loren still stabbed him reluctantly, and he didn't converge at all because he was almost pierced in his throat.

The fierce sword edge chopped and chopped each other, staggering back and forth between offense and reversal. The sharply colliding blades flew into the fleeting cremation, and the clanking notes played. A passionate movement.

Sir Aaron can't calm down anymore. Loren's continuous offenses and constant backhand counterattacks make him dizzy, even if concentrated attention completely cannot be seen completely, that fierce long sword will fall next time. Where.

The fierce battle continues, and Sir Aaron’s breathing is getting faster and faster-this black-haired wizard is almost desperate, making it difficult for him to control, as if any party will be bloodied on the spot at any time , The armor on his body also began to become a drag, delaying his actions.

At this step, he finally saw Loren's tactics clearly. This wizard does not want to consume his own physical strength, but uses uninterrupted attacks to force himself to make mistakes!

For this reason, he even commits dangerous situations again and again, exposing his weakness to his attack range-but that is not seeking death, but a trap to lure himself into deceive!

Seeing the other party's increasingly serious expression, Loren's mouth twitched slightly.

I just found out now, don’t you think it’s a bit late?

He has never been a desperado. On the contrary, Loren takes his own life very seriously-so he generally doesn't believe in things like intuition.

Yes, in many cases this subconsciously "divine light flashed" is really useful, and I have saved myself a few times. But this kind of concept, which I don't know when to count on, is definitely not as reliable as well-arranged tactics.

Rich experience is really important, but the key to being able to adapt to everything is whether to develop and constantly change tactics according to different situations.

As for whether you can win, that’s another matter... Sword edge swept across, and Loren, who was blocked, immediately pierced Sir Aaron’s armband to his throat, half of his body completely. Exposed.

With a single sword, you can open this arrogant wizard!

The sudden thought flashed through Sir Aaron's heart, but he was cautious and immediately dispelled the thought, and withdrew his defense to block the sword that pierced the neck.

This makes Loren somewhat regrettable-sure enough, the opponent's experience is too rich, and it is difficult to win by himself only with the sword technique.

In fact, to maintain the current stalemate, I have already tried my best, and my physical strength has been exhausted rapidly, and I may not be able to continue playing a few more rounds.

What to do. Expose a weak spot and let the other party get the bait? No... the other party is no longer fooled. If you continue to do so, you will probably be self-defeating, but the situation will be even more dangerous.

The breathing is getting faster and faster, and the blade of the right hand even begins to tremble Loren, who is still testing Sir Aaron's weak spot. The increasingly fierce battle between the two sides also made the surrounding Knights nervous.

Just when the killing intent of both sides first appeared, a long whistle broke the surrounding silence, and the black feather eagle that drew an arc chased it down from the air and landed lightly on Loren's shoulder.

"What's the matter..." A confused expression flashed across the black hair wizard's face. When Asriel finished speaking, his dark pupils shrank suddenly.

"What's going on, why did you stop suddenly?" Some unhappy Ruben frowned: "We haven't decided the winner yet, continue!"

"Please wait a moment , It’s very dangerous here now!” Loren, who recovered from the shock, hurriedly shouted: “Please leave quickly with you Knights, there is probably...”

“Bang——!!! !"

The rumbling sound from the depths of the forest interrupted the words directly, and the Knights, who finally showed a panic expression, immediately began to disperse, moved towards and looked around.

"Aaron, take the Knights to be vigilant around!" The composer Ruben waved his hand fiercely, and glanced at Loren: "Follow me to the camp. Our horse is still there. ."

"wait a minute"

Just as Loren, who was about to call the count Young Master, heard a slight breaking sound. He ran two steps decisively, and directly threw Ruben to the ground!

"What are you doing?!" Ruben, who had not figured out what was going on, was a little angry and prepared to blame a few words, a black shadow passed through his sight, with tearing air His whistling heavily hit the boulder not far away.

There was no scream before death. The war horse that was thrown from nowhere was instantly shattered and turned into pieces of meat and blood on the ground.

The young count who had almost passed by death had no time to be shocked, and the vibration of the ground beneath him had been heard again, causing everyone to turn their eyes subconsciously.

Four meters high, a huge monster covered in brown and black with fangs, pulls up the ancient wood that blocks it in front of it like a railing by the roots, roaring In the vision of everyone.

ogre!