Casillas asked directly.
Matthew is a good person, so good people should be rewarded. Canuck's ideological correction has a very good effect on Casillas...
"You are so poor and generous, you can't do anything to help me now."
Kanuk bared his teeth and looked a little dangerous:
"But don't worry, you will have a chance. I just hope that you can say such words firmly by then."
"Shut up, Canuck."
Leiko was a little unhappy.
Matthew would have no trouble if he wanted to recover before becoming a savage.
It's almost as easy as just gouging out the eyes and pouring a sip of medicine.
Even if it's a neurological problem, it's just a matter of the knife going a little deeper.
But the problem is that after he became a barbarian, he was still blind.
The Nephalem bloodline has become accustomed to Matthew's current situation. As for the other possibility, now is not the time.
The conditions are not mature yet.
Kanuk nodded, turned around and left calmly.
The two young warriors were handed over to Leiko so that he could continue to taste loneliness and infatuation.
"Ancestor Leiko, are you saying that I have a chance to regain my sight?"
Matthew said calmly.
Not much hope, not excitement.
"I have to say, you are very mature and calm. It won't be too far, trust us."
Leiko didn't say much, then she picked up the wooden stick and knocked on the ground.
"Cheer up now. Although my training won't be as rough as Canuck's, it won't make it easy for you either."
Since Leiko had no intention of continuing, Matthew didn't care.
But Casillas was a little moved.
He himself is a very curious person.
…
"Luke! Why are you afraid of me?"
Sonya grabbed the ax blade in Luke's hand and said with some dissatisfaction.
The teaching battle between the two didn't take long at the beginning, and Sonya got a little bored.
Luke's performance in battle was meticulous and there were no mistakes to be made.
But there are no obvious highlights.
Sonya was a little dissatisfied and glared at Madoc, who had veins pulsing on his forehead.
"You don't look like Madoc at all now. At best, you are just a Kalju who has deteriorated countless times.
Although this is not the first time I have seen a guy who uses an ax like a shield, but you are so disappointing."
Sonya kicked Luke in the stomach, kicking Luke like a gourd rolling on the ground.
She stood there and waited for Luke to regain his posture, but she didn't pause at all.
"Perhaps the words used by Chuidi Mo to describe you now are a bit overestimated."
The biting sarcasm is not so vicious to Luke.
After all, he couldn't understand using the devil's race to curse people.
Chuidi Modi's brain is not normal, which may have something to do with the fact that they are made of stone.
Madoc gritted his teeth, and the anger on his body was already faintly visible.
It's just that his anger is a little complicated.
Luke can be scolded, even injured or even die in battle.
But this is not the reason for Sonya's harsh words.
He can accept that his successor is not strong enough. Being strong requires time and opportunity.
But he couldn't accept that his heir carefully treated himself like fragile porcelain when fighting.
"Luke, if you have anything you want to hide in the box, take it out. Your disguise will not make Sonya relax her vigilance, nor will it make Sonya think that you are showing weakness to the enemy."
Madoc had to remind him.
There is nothing wrong with the fighting method of showing the enemy's weakness and then looking for opportunities, but it is meaningless when facing a powerful warrior like Sonya who has experienced thousands of battles.
Moreover, this tactic will only make Sonya's assessment of him worse. Accurately measuring the gap between the enemy and ourselves is a basic skill. Most of the soldiers who do not have it will die.
At this time, Luke actually wanted to find Sonya's flaws or wait for Sonya to be careless.
Unwise and stupid.
"I'm not that stupid, but ancestors, please be more patient."
Luke said expressionlessly.
The body that stood upright exuded a faint layer of firelight.
"I'm not showing any weakness, it's just that I can only go so far with this fighting method."
Luke twisted his neck and looked at Jessica aside with a bright smile.
Luke has his own plan, and it's going on.
"I just want to feel how strong a strong person can restrain his power. After all, I will have to face the test of the Big Bear Tribe soon. In particular, I have to be careful not to break my waist by the ancestors of Kotur."
Luke's anger erupted directly, burning faintly. He glanced at Cassius on the side.
Madoc's expression was still ugly.
He didn't remember that he taught Luke to be arrogant, nor did he teach him to show off like a peacock in battle.
Sonya flew up and kicked Luke backwards.
Then he frowned and looked at his ankle.
There was an ax stuck in Sonya's ankle, and the ax was originally in Luke's hand.
"Why are you so scheming?"
Sonya was a little surprised and said with some annoyance. She casually slapped the hand ax stuck on her ankle to the ground.
Luke rolled off the ground and rolled over. Sonya's kick did not hurt him.
Sonya was afraid that she would hurt the young warrior, so she used her power very carefully.
Compared with barbarians of the same strength, Luke's body is stronger, as if he was born with a piece of equipment.
"I just don't want to lose anything and die heroically on the way."
Luke bared his teeth and charged at Sonya.
"Is this a surprise?"
Jessica patted Cassius' arm on one side and asked, with a smile on her face.
She probably understood what Luke had planned, so she wasn't worried at all.
Cassius still looked serious. He was not sure whether Sonya would suddenly wake up.
We can only treat the battle in front of us carefully at this time.
In terms of sense of responsibility, Cassius is much stronger than Maddock.
"I still have the same attitude as before. Your cleverness is meaningless when facing Sonya! Even my three-year-old child understands this truth better than you!"
Madoc was still taunting.
He clenched an iron rod tightly in his hand, as if he was ready to pounce on Luke at any moment.
To be continued...