Chapter 245 Testing the Knife

The sword was drawn out. I thought I could swing it freely with one hand, but now I realized that my idea was so naive.

This Odachi sword, which is about 1.8 meters long, is not what I am now, and I can play with it with one hand.

Its weight is definitely no less than that of an ordinary adult. If I hadn't received so much spiritual training, just picking it up with its sheath would have been very difficult.

Moreover, this Odachi, which is about 1.8 meters long, is only about three fingers at its widest point, which directly breaks the traditional theory of how to build a Dachi!

I was even a little worried that the knife would break suddenly.

However, after lifting it horizontally a few times, I found that, let alone broken, it didn't even show any signs of falling.

It seems that I am worrying too much.

So, I started to figure out how to test the knife. Should I chop horizontally, diagonally, or vertically?

Seeing this, Harold hurriedly said: "It's too narrow here, let's go out and try the knife."

I happily agreed.

After following Harold out of the weapons warehouse, I saw him taking out the lock and starting to lock the door. I couldn't help but joked: "Are you so sure that I will choose this knife?"

Harold locked the door carefully and said, "That's not true. It's just that the space here is too small, not suitable for testing knives."

"It seems you have already thought of a good place?"

"Yes." Harold responded, locked the door, and pulled the lock twice more. Then, he turned around and said to me, "Go to my guild's training ground."

The guild that Harold belongs to is a large guild. Although it is not as powerful as the five major guilds, its reputation in Airui City is no less than any of them.

Airui City is the name of the town where I currently live, and it is also the general name of the entire city.

Like the other four major towns, Airui City also has numerous small and medium-sized subsidiary towns. Although they each have their own names, when brought together, they can only be called Airui City.

The guild to which Harold belongs is called the Guild of Valor, and it has branches in every branch of the city. This is why the Guild of Valor is no less powerful than the other five major guilds.

The headquarters of the Heroic Guild is located in the capital of Airui City, which is the city where I currently live.

Geographically, the area where his headquarters is located is close to two other guilds, one is the Golden Flame Guild, and the other is the Rose Legion.

"How does it feel to be caught between the two strongest guilds?" I asked him.

Harold said absently: "Not bad. This way, the distance between my guild and the strongest guild will get closer and closer."

I felt happy and thought to myself, "It's quite optimistic."

With the leader of the guild leading the way, I, a stranger, naturally walked in with my head held high as well.

But what they were looking at was not me, but the Odachi sword on my back.

I finally discovered another advantage of it - the wind.

This Odachi is like a tall flagpole, stuck on my back, allowing people to 'respect' and 'view'.

I suddenly remembered a game called Warcraft that I played in my previous life. In it, the green-skinned orc who claimed to be the Juggernaut seemed to have a similar thing stuck on his back. However, the stick on his back was an authentic one. ’s tribal flag, and mine is a bare “fake”.

Go through the gate, walk through the corridor, and come to a gate at the end. Open the gate, and in front of you is the training ground of the Brave Guild.

The training ground is very large, twice as big as the previous playground during school days.

There are many different types of training equipment placed on the training ground, including archery targets, wooden figures, horizontal and parallel bars, and sandpits. Why does it look more and more like a sports meeting?

On the training ground, more than a dozen people are training individually.

Among them, two archers and two fire gunners were practicing long-distance shooting, three warriors were beating wooden men with wooden swords, and several magicians were constantly using magic skills, but there was no priest.

I asked Harold: "Why don't you see the shadow of the priest? Don't they need training?"

Harold said: "The biggest role of the priest is to assist the team, treat injured team members, heal dying soldiers, and minimize the team's losses, so they don't need to come here for combat training. On the contrary, I think they should Learn and strengthen your own healing magic in the study room.”

I nodded: "That makes sense. It seems that these members training on the training ground are all new rookies?"

The sound was not loud, but it was still heard by adventurers with sharp ears. Soon, I felt several very unfriendly glances.

Harold said: "The new members are still learning about combat experience. Those present now are all regular combatants."

No wonder they stared at me, it was me who had mistaken my identity just now.

Immediately afterwards, I felt funny about their attitude. Which veteran didn't train all the way from the rookie period? Without those ridiculous and embarrassing combat experiences, how could he be as strong as he is now?

Besides, what's wrong with saying they are rookies? Compared with real masters, which one of them is not a rookie?

Among the group of dissatisfied and dissatisfied people present, who dares to stand in front of the legendary female elf warrior and shout with her: "I am the most awesome warrior, you are just trash!"

Then greet her ancestors and family members in various ways.

I figured that within a second, the man would be chopped into flaky hams.

A guy who has a little bit of strength feels that he is separated from the masses, no matter how talented he is, he can only be regarded as nothing more than that.

Follow Harold to the wooden man training area: "You can try the knife here."

After saying that, he walked away and looked at me from a distance.

Slowly pulling out the Odachi in a weird posture, the black blade looked more and more black and charming under the sunlight.

I stared greedily at the black light on the knife for a while, and that captivating feeling came over me again: This knife is so beautiful!

Unable to help myself, I sighed again.

It is difficult to wield a long knife with one hand, so I chose to hold the handle with both hands.

Then, like waving a fishing rod, I raised my arms high, and the 1.8-meter large sword stood up high, like an antenna, more like a lightning rod.

I secretly decided in my heart that as long as it rains, I will not take this sword out because it will cause thunder.

Behind him, there were faint whispers, coming from the guys who were training.

I guess they have paused their respective exercises and are all staring at the Odachi in my hand.

After all, it is rare to see a warrior wielding a sword as long as a flagpole.

At this moment, I felt like a dancing monkey.

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