More than a year ago, Roy saw the dwarf on the hill for the first time on the day he accidentally discovered the verdict in the castle.
At that time, he was just an ignorant half-grown boy. His concepts of war, knights and heroes all came from the playing and singing of bards. His mind was filled with beautiful magic armor, white horses, the love of beautiful ladies and dragon slaying.
After the king's dinner and other romantic fantasies.
That was the first time he saw such a real war scene.
Although he was only fighting alone, the dwarf warrior used the blood of countless demons to sing a song for him on the hill that night, which was far more magnificent, magnificent, and sadder than any heroic epic he had ever heard before.
The heroic battle song.
Then, the War of Borabel broke out.
There are no flowers that bloom in the place where the hero passed by as the bard said, no hymn from the sky when the hero raises his spear, no tender eyes like water in the distance when the hero gallops, and no thorn bird crying and singing loudly when the hero falls.
There are only ruins and corpses scattered in the fields under the hazy sky, just flesh and blood flying everywhere and screams and wails in the shadow of swords and swords.
In just one day, the beautiful fantasy bubble collapsed helplessly in the face of the cruel reality.
After experiencing life and death, witnessing the cruelty of war, and the beauty and ugliness of human nature, Roy finally understood that a real heroic knight is not a dazzling halo.
They are submerged in real history, perhaps the solid backs of Hugo and Baron Brian, or the earth-shattering but nameless one-night fierce battle of this dwarf warrior.
Since re-entering the world of Judgment in the Dragon Cave, Roy has been fighting side by side with the dwarf warriors every day for more than a year. In his heart, he has regarded the dwarves as his idols and goals.
Although he had never spoken a word to the dwarf, and he didn't even know whether the scene in front of him was real or an illusion. But Roy felt that there was a silent understanding between himself and the dwarf.
He knew that the dwarf warriors were waiting for him in repeated battles, waiting for him to one day complete a real fight side by side with him.
This day has finally come.
Staring at the place where the dwarf disappeared, Roy laughed and couldn't help himself.
Although all he got was a smile and a nod from the dwarf warrior, to him, it was tantamount to the highest praise in life.
At this moment, no words are needed.
With the disappearance of the dwarves, the world is changing rapidly. The hills where Roy is located and the surrounding wilderness and jungles have turned into flat ground. Neat slabs of stone appeared under his feet, surrounded by clusters of houses and heavy
The city walls rose from the ground, and a moment later, he was already on a huge city street.
In the sky, raindrops fell pattering down.
A human warrior holding a long sword walked slowly through the deserted city. In front of him was a straight avenue, and at the end of the avenue was a gorgeous palace.
"Swordsman?" Roy looked at the long sword in the hand of the human warrior, his heart moved, and suddenly he found that the ax in his hand suddenly turned into a one-handed sword used by knights with the change of his mind.
Although it was just as ordinary and inconspicuous, Roy jumped up excitedly.
With another thought, the long sword turns into an axe.
If you move it again, it turns into a long sword again.
Move again... Roy was a little frustrated, "Fuck, why can't you turn into a mace?"
The rain became heavier and heavier, and by the end, the whole world was hazy.
A demon soldier appeared in front of the human warrior. With just one sword, the long sword in the human soldier's hand had already pierced the demon soldier's chest.
Hiss, Roy took a breath of cold air.
He discovered that the seemingly simple sword of the human warrior had at least a dozen changes at the moment it was released, with a flick of the wrist.
The sword body that flickered left and right, left and right, vibrated at high speed in the heavy rain, making a buzzing sound. The raindrops falling on the sword turned into a ball of extremely finely divided water as soon as it touched the long sword.
The fog makes the long sword look like a poisonous snake disappearing in the fog.
Both sides missed each other.
The bright red blood flowed along the rainwater to the streets and then to the lower areas.
When the demon soldier fell, another demon soldier appeared in front of the human soldier.
Although this demon soldier seemed stronger than the first one, he still failed to stop the human warrior. With just one sword, the human warrior had already surpassed him.
This sword is different from the previous one.
But for Roy, the same thing is the subtlety, even mystery.
The third, the fourth, the fifth...
For the entire day, Roy followed this human warrior, watching as he fought with a demon warrior every two steps he took.
The demons that appeared later were each more powerful than the last. From low-level demon soldiers, to officers at all levels in the demon army, to demon knights, demon generals... Human warriors also had no fighting spirit at the beginning, until a warrior appeared at their feet.
Rings, then two, three, and finally thirty-two.
The battle became more and more intense and difficult. By the time they reached the middle of the street, the human warriors had more than ten injuries.
From then on, in every battle, the warrior was bound to be injured. However, he seemed to know very well what kind of injury would not be fatal, and he even knew more clearly what kind of injury would be cost-effective in exchange for the opportunity to kill the opponent. When he walked into the palace
By that time, he had lost count of the injuries on his body.
Roy had never seen a guy fighting like this.
Several times, he thought that the swordsman who had almost tried his best to defeat his opponent would stop. However, no matter how hard or tragic the battle was, as long as the opponent was killed, the warrior would move forward without hesitation to meet him.
The next demon is waiting for work and is more powerful.
Step after step.
All the enemies who appeared in front of the human warriors were killed by him one by one. When he exchanged a nearly fatal wound for the life of a demon general stationed in the last hall of the palace, he dragged his scarred body into the hall.
, the door closed, the white light came on, and Roy was suddenly ejected from the world of judgment.
It took a long time for Roy to wake up and find that he was still standing in the small courtyard by the lake. Looking down, he saw in his hand, the silver blade of a long sword, shining coldly under the cold moonlight.
Roy subconsciously inspired fighting spirit and poured it into the long sword. Roy was surprised and delighted.
Happily, after practicing for several hours, the fighting energy in my body actually increased by at least one-fifth. The fighting energy that was already approaching the sixth level not only broke through the sixth level in one breath, but also grew by a long time.
, if this continues, it won’t be long before we can break through to the seventh level.
What is surprising is that when the fighting energy is activated at this moment, the fighting energy does not follow the Dragon Slaying Art at all, but follows the moral art.
"What's going on?" Roy was extremely depressed.
Putting away his fighting spirit, recalling the technique of Dragon Slaying Jue, he activated his fighting spirit again to run according to his own wishes. But as soon as he activated his fighting spirit, a burst of energy was transmitted from the ruling, guiding his fighting spirit to the route of the Daode Jue.
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"Master, I still don't believe it!"
Roy became angry and took back his fighting spirit again and re-energized it.
After a while, the troublesome energy appeared again, gently and deftly turning the fighting spirit astray.
"Are you deliberately causing trouble?" Roy glared at the sword in his hand.
Under the moonlight, the ordinary-style long sword had no magic weapon appearance and looked lifeless. However, he could clearly feel a message from this sword that was connected with his own blood that he disdained to argue with himself.
"Hey, please understand, the Dragon-Slaying Technique is a five-star skill worth 26,000 gold! I have to wait until now to practice the Moral Technique!" Roy felt pain in his body, depressed and angry.
Let’s not talk about a large amount of money. The key is that when the battle ring is condensed in the future, the battle ring condensed with the moral formula may kill the opponent just by laughing before he fights anyone.