Vol 3 Chapter 37

Scene 37: Freya's Sword Art (Second)

Freya understands that she does not have such a talent. From the time of Butch, she used a dissatisfied personality to make up for this gap. She spent much more sweat than others and recovered little by little The difference.

But things are not as simple as expected.

Over time, Freya gradually discovered that the gap between people sometimes did not seem to be remedied by hard work.

Just like in this college, there are too many capable people, and she is insignificant among such a crowd. Like a little firefly under the glory of Hao Yue, the little pride that had previously existed in Butch also disappeared completely.

In front of her is a senior knight student, with a silver median strength, equal to Breson; in fact, if it is not the highest strength of this game to the peak of the black iron, the two sides will only rely on their understanding of swordsmanship. I'm afraid Freya has already fallen to the ground--

But that's it, she feels that her hands are a little bit upset.

But the frowning senior student was also careful to circle her around. Freya's tenacious play previously showed him a lot of losses. Wang Li Cavalry Academy ’s annual championship competition starts from From the beginning, there was a rule that made everyone complain-no one had time to rest between games, and everyone had to pay for the excessive physical energy wasted in the last battle.

It is said that the founders of the college originally set such rules to let students understand that there are no enemies on the battlefield that will give you a "reasonable" rule. You must learn to retain your physical strength, and only then can you live on the battlefield longer.

The original intention of the Wang Li Cavalry Academy was to export the best military talents to this ancient kingdom. In a peaceful era, all the trainees who went out here were trained as middle and senior non-commissioned officers. Even those who graduated with honors may be selected into the royal knighthood as soon as they leave the college gate.

Therefore, there are many people who step up to the sky.

Just like this annual championship competition, this knight competition is conducted in a point system. Students fighting between different grades can get corresponding points-and implement a brutal single defeat elimination system. Only the one who stands at the end can win the title of "Champion Knight", which represents the highest honor of the Academy.

After the champion knight is decided, the best knight of each grade will be selected based on the points.

Basically, these people can already bear the honorable mark.

I have to say that although this system is not fair, it can more truly reflect the battle between life and death on the battlefield. Like a famous quote from the original founder of the college:

Lucky is not only your strength, but also one of your greatest dependencies-

This sentence is most appropriate to describe Freya at the moment. However, as she only has the strength of the black iron midstream-of course, this rate of progress is already extremely rare among ordinary people, and it can be said that it is for her these days. The greatest affirmation of the sweat that has been paid-but here, it is far from enough; Freya feels that she has no extra strength to respond to the other party's actions.

She could barely keep up with the opponent's circling movements, and prayed that luck would take care of her, or it would be more appropriate to use miracles at this moment.

Her opponent seemed to have noticed this too. After carefully confirming that the opponent was not deliberately cheating, the senior student decisively launched the attack.

The sword came from the rear of the right side, the most difficult to prevent, and Freya didn't think much, or she couldn't think much about it. She raised her sword—it was almost a subconscious action, but it was like a blessing to the soul. The next moment, she let the opponent ’s blade pass through the cage of the sword in her hand.

The hot tingling sensation came from the hand, but the other side also gave a slight hesitation. Freya didn't want to, she twisted her backhand, and split the opponent's blade on the handle of the cage, pulling it back-when the other said her bun was pressed, she pressed her elbow against the guy's chest.

The student flew straight out, but when he got up again, Freya's blade was already attached to his neck.

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?" The student asked in the first sentence when he got up, and he saw the young girl's hands dripping with red blood, dazzling.

"..." Freya didn't answer.

In fact, it would be a little confused in her own mind--the last move was clearly in a hurry to remember the sword tricks that Brando had used--she didn't feel so subtle when she first saw Brando's use, But in retrospect, those tricks are really practical.

But she thought that if it was Brando's use, she would not hurt her hand.

"I gave in." The senior student sitting on the ground gave a stun and finally raised his hand. Then Freya saw the dark-haired, dark-shouldered horsewoman outside the court came in. The latter, as always, separated the two with a cold face, then looked back at her.

"I heard you've been on the battlefield?" Nimesis asked in a cold tone.

Freya noticed a deep suspicion under her eyes-she rarely saw extra emotions in those black eyes, as if the horsewoman was always wearing a cold mask It's the same-but the mask is loose at the moment.

The girl was strange, but nodded. At the Wang Li Cavalry Academy, the person who dared to work with this adult sister has not yet been born.

"Is it the undead with Madara?"

"Yes."

"Can you use the sword technique you used just now?"

Freya hesitated, she felt that she was about to faint.

But Nimeixisi also saw her distress, and no longer insisted, but said: "The sword just now has the shadow of Eruin's military swordplay, and the knight swordplay taught in the college is not a way. Have you ever been a militia? "

Freya nodded again.

"But the swordsmanship of the militia and the swordsmanship of the guards are not such straight-forward killing swordsmanship. This is like the true Eruin battle swordsmanship." The dark-haired horsewoman frowned deeply. Looking at her: "Are you from Butch? Do you know anyone in the Whitebeard Legion?"

Freya suffocated, she didn't know why the senior who took care of herself on weekdays would be here to ask these strange questions one after another.

She shook her head, of course.

But now Freya is not the country girl of Butch who knew nothing at the time, and she learned a lot during the months of study. She recalled the previous sword, and many of the sword techniques that Brando had used-it seemed that they all had one thing in common, in simple words, conciseness.

A very concise swordsmanship, as if no extra tricks are needed, as if it were purely for the sake of victory. Freya can imagine what kind of effect this swordplay will have on the battlefield. It's no wonder that predecessors Nimesis called it the killing sword.

In retrospect, Brando did make every shot clean and surprisingly fast.

But she had not returned, but she saw Nemexis' dark eyes staring at herself. She was startled. She had never seen such a student, but for a short while, the other person just said to her:

"Actually, that's not pure Eruin swordsmanship."

Freya froze, her heart leaping slightly--what do you mean?

"Did you hide anything, Freya?"

The girl hurriedly shook her head, and the horsetail behind her head swayed.

"Well, that's a modified form of the Eruin swordsmanship," Nimeissi straightened, looking a little weird. "I've seen this swordsmanship."

Freya watched Nemesis finish her sentence and turned to walk to another venue. But a little paleness slowly oozed from her face, and she suddenly thought of a possibility—

This woman knows Brando.

...

"Who is that?"

The half-elf princess turned back, "Who?"

"The student who won before," Magdale watched the crowd below. "I saw Sister Nimesis talking to her for a while, as if she were a girl—"

Griffin was surprised when she followed her gaze.

"That was Everton's daughter," the silver-haired girl sighed. "Unfortunately, it seems that she has not inherited the talent of her father. Although it is very good, it is not the most among the students in this period. Excellent, far worse than her father. "

"Griffin, that's because the trainees are so good." Although the nun princess was not good at swordsmanship, her wisdom and insight were enough to bridge the gap: "The young man named Bryson, There are two others, and I have heard you mentioned them more than once. "

The silver-haired girl smiled: "Yes, Master Martha still protects Eruin."

She also said: "I am going to select the best people from the upper and lower grades to go to Amperse and Tini with you. Among the students in this period, I and Fu Weiqing think that there are It's important to train them and let them leave here to exercise. This is my idea. "

"So you fancy that Bryson, Griffin?" Magdale replied, "It is indeed a very stable young man. There are very few young people like him in the aristocracy—"

"Not necessarily, Tini," the silver-haired girl blinked. "I knew there was one more. He let me know that the blood of the elders and nobles of Eruin had not drained, so there is hope in this ancient kingdom."

"I rarely hear you praise someone like this, Griffin."

The half-elf princess rarely did not answer her friend's words. What she thought of was the young man in the mouth of Fever, and she had confirmed that the other party was not here with Freya-it was a mysterious guy.

She didn't know where the other party was and what she was doing, but there was a hint in her mind that the young man would not be willing to be lonely, and he would soon appear in everyone's field of vision again.

As for what attitude?

The silver-haired girl smiled a little in her heart, abandoning this weird thought.

...