In the era of cold weapons, the saying that "a thousand gold is easy to get, but a general is hard to find" is not an exaggeration.

Modern people are used to seeing modern war scenes in film and television dramas where guns and cannons are flying in each other. Most movies or TV series related to cold weapon wars cannot produce the real and cruel war scenes... Due to limited conditions, even if a group of extras ride on horseback or hold weapons, they cannot perform the fierce temperament that they will have in real wars. The so-called "array charge" is often just a crooked and slanted to ensure that they are neatly formed.

The generals are just a command center for giving orders - Roddy once had this view.

Only later did he realize that the "general" who was in charge of the center would have to really go to the battlefield to play a role. After entering PVP, when he faced thousands of galloping war horses on the battlefield for the first time, Roddy was really scared and trembled all over and could not even hold his weapons.

This shock and the blood that follows are something that most players cannot easily adapt to.

When seeing the other party's powerful general who rushed in the front and wanted to massacre, ordinary people could not even raise the courage to compete with the other party head-on...

Before the 592nd year of the Elonian calendar, human war styles seemed extremely primitive. The so-called "tactics" were far from developing as rapidly as they later. Most of the time, the highest general led his soldiers to carry out a "swagger-like" rush. It was not until one side of the battle found that there were fewer and fewer comrades around him, his morale collapsed and he eventually fled.

Based on this fact, for a long time, powerful generals who could lead troops to charge have always been the thirsty existence of various forces for the sake of talents. Even when the "tactics" became popular later, truly powerful generals were still an important guarantee for the morale of the army.

Roddy, who had these deep understandings of war, certainly understood Soder's "preciousness", but now, the other party took the initiative to "learn" from him!

What reason does he have to refuse the request of such a "peerless general" to "resign"?

Although he was excited for a moment, Roddy quickly calmed down. He knew very clearly that the other party was definitely not a small character with no brains and no opinions. The deep scheming revealed by Soderol in those few words just now made him really not dare to underestimate it.

If he agreed casually, would he be able to "control" the character who was destined to soar to the sky? This is the question Roddy considered the most - he understood that his journey to level 59 ranger would definitely be very smooth, but in the end he did not break through level 60 like Sodlor. This subtle psychological obstacle made Roddy look extremely cautious about what "how" to agree to the other party in the next "reach".

After thinking for a while, Roddy finally made a decision. He reached out to take off the cloak outside the vagabond suit and said to Soderol in front of him in a deep voice: "Learning this kind of thing is not just a matter of just talking, so... let's talk about it?"

"…Maybe, I'm not qualified to teach you?"

Roddy smiled with a sincere expression.

Soderol quickly agreed. In fact, he had such an intention. When he was competing with Ruger and others before, he could say that he completely crushed everyone in the Nolan Village in terms of swordsmanship... After all, Soderol just judged Roddy's strength from the traces of the battlefield, but there was not much concept of how strong the opponent was when he was actually fighting.

He needs such verification to confirm that his thoughts and intentions are not wrong.

But Soder would never have thought that Roddy was thinking about how to tie him to the chariot he was about to gallop across the continent in the future.

"The wooden sword is here to prevent accidental injury."

Roddy directly took the wooden sword for training, threw it to Soderol, and brought the other party to the outside of the yard. At this time, the sky was not completely dark, and the scouts were busy putting the equipment Roddy brought on the body. When they saw the two of them walking out with wooden swords, they immediately became interested and surrounded them.

"Captain Roddy, you must win! Soderol's swordsmanship is quite powerful!"

"Don't make a sound, just look at it, put your sword away, and poked my ass just now-"

"Give it! Give it! Don't squeeze it!"

The scouts of the dozen or so discussed each other, Ruger and Carter looked at each other, not understanding what was going on, but seeing the peaceful expressions of Roddy and Soderol, they also understood that this was not a conflict but a normal "discussion".

Roddy asked the scouts to stay away, and after confirming that the venue was fine, he looked up at the sky and said, "I am not very proficient in swordsmanship compared to archery, but I should be more than enough to deal with orcs."

"So, until three wins?"

"good."

Soderol nodded, as if he felt that Roddy's style of not talking nonsense was very suitable for his taste. He raised the wooden sword in his hand. Just as he was about to make a move, he found that Roddy picked up another wooden sword with his back hand, holding two swords, and made a starting move one in front and one behind.

With a look of confusion, Soderol stood in a standard military swordsmanship, and before he could make a tentative attack, he saw Roddy already attacked-

"ha!"

Roddy took two steps to attack directly, and the long sword in his hand slashed forward like lightning under the explosion of his amazing agility and power!

In the dictionary of the "Berserker" profession, there will never be the four words "defense counterattack", only attack, attack, and attack again! So he has no temptation, no pace or rhythm, and the attack is so simple that it cannot be simpler.

Soderol looked at the sword that the other party slashed, but only one thought came out of his mind...

"That's all?"

As a descendant of a nobleman who had followed his father to experience war since childhood, Soderol naturally had a lot of research on swordsmanship. From the simple sword in front of him, he could see that Roddy seemed really not good at swordsmanship - one is that Roddy looked a little fluttering in his feet, and the other is that the attack angle that seemed to be unable to fully exert the power of chopping.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel a little relaxed. He raised his sword directly to block the situation, preparing to fight back with the best counter-hand pull-up - but as soon as he lifted his hand, the first competition... was over.

"Click!"

A loud blasted in front of him. The wooden sword that should have been blocked seemed to penetrate something, stopped on his left shoulder, and flew out to his ears... was half of the wooden sword that was directly cut away in his hand!

The scouts were shocked and the flying sword body hit a guy's chest, causing the other party to snarl on the ground with a scream.

Soderol felt his right hand numb completely, his eyes drooped, and the wooden sword in his hand was extremely neatly broken.

"I won the first game."

When Roddy's words sounded, Soder came to his senses from the unconcealed shock at the moment. He looked down at the broken wooden sword in his hand again, and then looked at the other hand that seemed indistinguishable from Roddy, and a kind of unspeakable emotion gradually spread in his heart.

The same wooden sword, one is cut off by the other, sounds completely unrealistic, but Soderol, who has experienced the war, understands that when the strength, speed and angle reach a certain extreme, it is not impossible to achieve such an incredible thing!

He took a deep breath, threw away the broken sword, took another intact wooden sword, and his eyes became serious.

Seeing Soderol stand still, Roddy swung the second sword first again - "Berserker" is a tactic of the northern barbarians, which is different from any sword technique that can be traced to the Karen Kingdom. It seems reckless and has no roots under its feet, but when the sword falls, the mountain-like heavy pressure always has an illusion that people can't stop it!

Realizing this, Soderol, who had learned from the past, no longer tried to block, but turned around and dodged. The speed of this step was much faster than when competing with Ruger. The scouts around him immediately understood... It turned out that this lieutenant had always reserved in the previous competition.

But although Soderol moved quickly, he did not realize the consequences of Roddy's dual-wielding weapon for a while. When he noticed this, another sword swept horizontally almost touched his chest!

Want to suffer!

Raising the sword to block it, and the wrist was painful at the next moment. The sword barely blocked it, but before he could make more movements, Roddy's other long sword slashed at the same position!

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Soderol, who had been flying two or three meters in the air, fell to the ground. He stared at him and couldn't stand up for a long time. Roddy did not go up and pull him, allowing the other party to digest the shock brought by this absolute power alone.

After two fights, Roddy has reached the bottom of Sodlor: the opponent's level is no more than level 8, and his strength, physique and agility attributes are less than half of his.

To impress the other party, Roddy wants to tell him what is absolutely overwhelming advantage in this ruthless way.

"You lost again."

Looking at Soderol who had climbed up to calm down the blood in his chest, Roddy threw away the wooden sword in his left hand and stopped using the berserker tactics he had just turned his body slightly and actually made a military sword-making starting style that seemed to be similar to Soderol.

Soderol, who was already a little confused by Roddy's two blows, pursed his lips tightly. He stood up with a tall figure, carefully lifted the sword in his hand, and then made a tentative attack with the front stab he was most familiar with—

The long sword stabbed Roddy's chest at an extremely fast speed, and Soder's sword edge was extremely stable. After this sword was hit, he had corresponding predictions for all the enemy's next reactions, and his moves were connected. Once the opponent's attack was included in his own rhythm, everything would be easy to talk about...

But thinking about this in his heart, the next moment, he found that Roddy did not dodge and took a step forward and came close to him. Just as he was about to raise his elbow to face the other party, he found that he had suddenly lost his trace in his vision!

Cold sweat came out in an instant. He had never seen such a terrible speed and moves. Intimate battles could actually disappear from his vision? How did this be done?

After a moment of blankness in his mind, his combat intuition made him instinctively block the sword to the left of his body with his backhand. With a "knock", the vibration from his wrist immediately told him that he was correct in judgment. Following the direction of the attack, Soderol turned around and swung his wrist, and the sword edge cut across from a tricky angle!

Among the scouts, only Ruge could realize the ingenuity of this strike and the powerful swordsmanship represented by the powerful behind it. He even wanted to cheer for Soderol's strike - but then, his voice stuck in his throat...
Chapter completed!