Scene 71 The Battle of Haruze

"Haruze, hold on to your sword. Think of your sister. You should fight not just as a warrior, but as a man."

The little prince stood there helplessly. The elf, witch, and demon spirit finally reacted. She lowered her head and looked at the little prey condescendingly. The instinct and intuition of a beast made her lips slightly curl up with a sneer, like a cat teasing a mouse. She slowly She slowly approached him, lowered herself, put her slender arms around the little prince's neck, and reached into her clothes to feel for the magic crystal.

Haruze was stunned with fright, his beautiful eyes widened with silver mist inside, and the elf's slender nose breathed in short breaths. Reason told him that he should target the opponent's soft belly and stab it with the sword, but the sword in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, his arm seemed to be frozen, and the swordsmanship he had learned seemed to have slipped away from his mind, leaving a piece of it. Blank, as if holding a handful of sweat in his hands.

What's more, the demon looked at his eyes with black holes. The magic of darkness is best at corroding people's hearts. The elves, witches, and demons can easily detect the little prince's fear. A dark crescent moon appeared on her beautiful snow-white face, and she looked at him with a contemptuous sneer. Half of the demon spirit's body was already attached to Prince Haruze, deliberately pressing its soft hemisphere against his cheek. Its slender arms were hanging behind Haruze's neck like a spider, and its pointed fingers were almost groping for it. A magic crystal.

But of course her thirst for magic goes far beyond that small magic crystal. In her eyes, the little prince with wizard talent is the most delicious meal.

Haruze was trembling violently. He turned his head stiffly and looked at Brando pleadingly.

"Sir Knight, he is really not suitable for fighting." The hunter girl Peiya couldn't stand it anymore.

"He must fight. He has chosen this path, so he must face it with courage." Brando replied seriously. Turning a blind eye to Haruze's pleading eyes.

Pea murmured for a while. He wanted to say something but finally stopped.

"People must fight, everyone has their own reasons, Miss Hunter. But Haruze's reason is particularly different. It is not because of glory, nor has it to do with beliefs and ideals, but because he must become strong. In order to respond to the expectations of many people ."

"But you can't always live in the expectations of others -" Although she knew her status was low, the hunter girl couldn't help but retort. She thought she would be waiting for a severe rebuke from the Lord Knight, but Brando just asked in a gentle tone: "Will you live for your brother's expectations, Miss Peia."

"I……"

"The people who really have expectations for you are the people closest to you. Words of faith are not good, because nothing in this world is perfect.

"

"sorry……"

"You don't need to apologize for my status as a noble. Even if your words are as sharp as a sword, they will only correct my mistakes. Not to mention not yet. And as I said, everyone has their own trajectory."

Peia looked at the Earl with suspicion. There were some words that she couldn't quite understand. But she vaguely felt that Brando was completely different from the noble gentlemen she had seen in Qianshui Town, and even different from the polite knight gentlemen in Manowell.

Brando raised his voice: "Haruze. Everyone has the first lesson in life. Your sister must have told you what the basic qualities of a warrior are-"

The little prince was so confused that he had no time to hear these words clearly. But the last few words penetrated the chaotic thoughts, as if they were knocking on his heart——

What are the basic qualities of a warrior?

The snow in Winterpaw Keep is always thin, but when it falls it accumulates thickly. Behind the snowflakes stood his sister, piercing the snow curtain with a voice that was so severe that it scared him:

"When facing a battle, the first thing a swordsman needs to do is to stay calm, analyze his situation, and understand what he should do—"

But his heart was pounding and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Fight with your will, not your sword. There is no one in this world who does not make mistakes, but only a coward will be afraid of mistakes and dare not draw his sword. You answer in your heart to all those who rely on you, you must serve as a A coward - or fight like a real man until the end?

"I……"

"I have no idea!"

The little prince felt the cold breath of the demon lingering around him, and the other party's cold fingertips scratched his back, as if the next moment, he would be dragged into the abyss of endless darkness. He couldn't help but close his eyes tightly, tears could not stop flowing from his eyes, but a strange blood flushed on his pale face.

He gasped sharply.

"Have you ever seen the Royal Academy's trainee exam? If you don't hand in the answer sheet, you will never get a score——"

"You may get zero points even if you hand in your answer sheet! I, I can't do it, I can't learn any swordsmanship! I just want to be with my sister, I don't know how to fight, I don't want to die, woo woo!"

There was a soft click, which was the sound of the sword tip bouncing when it was unsheathed.

The little prince almost cried. But the cry was mixed with a sharp metal cry, and the dark eyes of the demon holding Haruze suddenly widened, and she suddenly stepped back, and the cold sword blade almost touched her belly.

Haruze was like a windmill rounding his sword. Because he used too much force, he was driven around in a circle by the force of the sword.

This horrific scene was simply the unorganized sword strike of someone who had never used a sword before, or like a trainee from the Royal Academy lifting up his quill and a drop of ink dripping from the tip of the pen, staining the snow-white paper.

But at least I picked up the pen——

Haruze dragged his sword and gasped for air. His eyes were wide open, as if he still couldn't believe that he had actually drawn the sword. For a moment, it seemed like a dream.

He raised his head and saw a confused look on the face of the demon spirit who was retreating. It probably hasn't figured out why this little prey suddenly grew fangs. However, its reaction was very simple, that is, it raised its long and thin hand and pointed its five fingers at Haruze.

"Be careful!" Peiya couldn't help but remind her when she saw this scene.

"elder sister!"

The little prince felt that his mind went blank, and he immediately raised his sword to block it in front of him, then turned his head away and closed his eyes tightly.

This kind of battle was so miserable that Brando didn't know how he could stand it. When he first fought. It's a hundred times better than this. But this is probably the so-called natural advantage of players.

Five black flames spurted out from the demon spirit's fingertips and arrived in front of Haruze in an instant, but it was at this time. The blue light flashed on the 'Shilkai's Loyalty' in his hand, and a light blue shield appeared to block it, and the black flames suddenly shattered into pieces.

"ah!"

The hunter girls were stunned.

The little prince just reacted. He stared blankly at the sword in his hand. He seemed to want to go back and ask Brando, but Brando knocked him back with a cold sentence: "Why are you in a daze? Why don't you fight back!"

Haruze woke up as if from a dream. He seemed to have regained some of the instincts he had learned during training. He immediately turned around and struck at the demonic spirit with his sword. But his movements were only slightly better than those of a clumsy beginner. Before the demon spirit could even dodge, he struck the air with his sword.

"Don't be so stiff in your movements, leave some room for strength."

"I, I know..."

Haruze finally found his balance. He straightened up and tried to find the trace of the demon spirit again. But the astonishment on the face of the elf witch turned into contempt again. She grinned in a silent mockery and gently walked around behind the little prince.

"Be careful behind you." Peya's voice said, and she looked at Haruze. Invisibly, he seemed to have become his younger brother.

The demon raised its thin claws and struck Haruze's head with one claw. But it was that moment. Haruze moved his right foot horizontally and leaned down. The body has entered the defensive posture of Cruz's noble swordsmanship, which is widely spread.

The defensive swordsmanship of the knight.

Brando's eyes lit up.

Little Shota's eyes were clear, and his heart seemed to calm down. Countless classic examples of attacks from behind by the Wolf of the Kingdom, his sister, and Professor Nymesis appeared in his mind one by one - he lowered his head, and at the same time He held the long sword tightly in his hand and slashed backwards. The devil's slender, almost disproportionately long claws were barely able to sweep over him, and he obviously didn't expect the former's downward-facing sword move. It was suddenly startled when the shimmering sword tip appeared within its range of perception.

The demon leaned back, but the sword still cut across its chest, leaving a thin black line there. Compared with the demon spirit's defense, Haruze's attack was pitifully weak.

But the counterattack still made it immediately alert. It floated backwards to distance itself, and five more demonic flames were fired at the little prince.

But Eruin's future little king has completely entered the state. He closed his eyes and felt as if he had returned to the snow-covered sword fighting field of Winter Claw Castle, which was even better than then. He raised Silkai's Loyalty with both hands, and the black flames hit the suddenly flashing shield and exploded again. The falling flames scattered on the snow, burning a crater.

Haruze took a breath.

Eruin's military swordsmanship.

Inherited from the wind elves, it is known as the most orthodox light spiritual battle formation swordsmanship suitable for human practice. After being improved by Darus, this swordsmanship has taken on a strong offensive flavor.

He rushed in front of the demon spirit in one swift step.

This clumsy thrust was naturally useless in Brando's eyes, but Haruze's ability to switch from defense to offense so quickly was beyond his expectation - he pursed his lips slightly.

Haruze's frontal attack was a bit clumsy even in the eyes of the demon spirit. Before he could stand still, the demon spirit swiped his claws and knocked him over, causing him to fall headlong into the snow. But he immediately stumbled up again, raising his sword to block the demon's dark flames.

But this time Shirkai's loyalty did not go as he wished, and he completely withstood the spell. The moment the dark magic hit the shield, the long sword broke with a click. The broken part turned into silver powder and flew away. He himself was ejected by the huge force and fell into a pile of thick snow. .

Brando opened his mouth when he saw Smash it. After resisting the three-ring spell three times, Shirkai's loyalty was better than he expected. He stretched out his hand, and a white light flashed, and another identical long sword appeared in his hand.

"Silkai's Loyalty II."

"continue."

He deliberately threw the second sword far away. The little prince threw and rolled in the snow before grabbing the sword. He looked like a little snowman at the moment, but at least the posture of drawing the sword was decent. There was a sharp sound, and the sharp blade came out of the sheath along the same trajectory as the flying snowflakes. Create a perfect curve.

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, it immediately faced five black flames shooting from the front. With a loud bang, the flames composed of dark magic exploded like fireworks.

And among the flying sparks, a figure shot out.

Haruze seemed to have finally noticed the demon spirit's weakness, and he lunged forward with a long sword in his hand and slashed diagonally at the elf witch's slender claws. The demon's dark eyes widened, and he used his claws to avoid the little beast that suddenly became unruly.

But what surprised Peiya and even the demon spirit himself was that the previously weak Shota seemed to have a wolfish nature in him at this moment. He gritted his teeth like a little wolf cub and thrust hard. Go up. The demon spirit's claws plunged into his shoulder, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. The little prince of Eruin screamed, but reluctantly waved his right hand in pain, and slashed the demon spirit's left paw with the sword.

Unfortunately, it wasn't strong enough and only left a deep gash there.

The demon screamed in pain, but could not make a sound. It opened its big black mouth and slapped the little prince away again.

Haruze's body rolled and flew in the snow before landing, and the black flames swept towards him again. The scene reflected in his eyes was completely beyond what he had learned in the arena. But that moment seemed to be an instinct for survival. He thrust the sword down in mid-air, and the black flame once again hit the flashing shield around him.

The flames exploded immediately, and the huge impact made him unable to hold the sword anymore and it flew away. He did not stop until he hit a cedar tree.

Brando looked at the demon spirit - he knew that the other party should have no mana. Mana is life to demons, and they cannot risk their lives to cast spells.

He took out the third sword and threw it far away again.

"Hilkai's Loyalty III."

Haruze, who was covered with bruises, caught the sword this time. His whole body was trembling slightly, but his movement of drawing the sword was still meticulous. He raised his head and saw that the demon spirit did not launch any more long-range attacks, but was hesitating from a distance whether to retreat.

But apparently, the aroma of magic on Haruze made her hesitate.

The little prince couldn't care less. His mind was in chaos, but his spirit was in a state of high excitement. He never thought that he could actually fight such a monster. Although he didn't know how powerful the demon spirits were, he also knew how excellent the knights selected from his sister's guard group were.

He took a deep breath and held the hilt of the sword in his hand with his left and right hands at the same time.

"This action..."

Brando was slightly startled.

"Hey." Peiya on the side also said softly.

In the snow, a white light rose into the sky, like a crescent moon, and instantly crossed half of the forest and headed towards the demonic spirit. Along with Haruze's childish roar: "Ahhhhhhh--!"

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