The Legend of Fatality

Bai En joins a group of onlookers in the courtyard, looking up at the airship. Supplies are being loaded on board to remind people of a cruel fact: they will soon have to leave this place.

From the courtyard of the mansion, he could see the crates, boxes and large leather bags being hoisted to the top of the tower, and then dragged across the springboard to enter the cabin. The dwarves seem to plan to bring a lot of vodka to replenish their beer barrels, because, as Snowry pointed out, you can't be too cautious about such things. Bai En believes that if the dwarves do not carry so many barrels, perhaps the airship's load capacity will be less than half.

However, most of the food here is relatively basic: smoked and dried reindeer meat, hundreds of pieces of dark bread, and many huge round cheeses. No matter what happens, Bai En will not doubt that they will be starved to death, unless they spend a long time in that ruined by evil. Of course, hunger is his least worry.

He noticed that the dwarves were modifying their airship. A thin screen was installed on the ventilation holes that let air into the dome. This is to filter out contaminated dust rising from the desert of evil waste. The dwarves in the elaborate hanging baskets were hung on the side of the airship, and the engine and rotor were modified at the last moment.

Other preparations are also in progress. For the past three days, Eisenheim-Schneider has been hiding in a small tower near the mansion, performing a mysterious ceremony. Not only can Bai En feel the fluctuation of magic power, at night, he can sometimes see a strange light illuminating the tower window, and feel a strange tingling of hair behind his neck, which tells him that magic is working effect.

If this bothers other people, at least they don't show it. Presumably, Borek has told them that it is the magician ’s job to help them resist the evil effects of evil forces, and he seems to be doing so. Schneider himself told White Grace that the reason why this matter was left at the last minute was because the effectiveness of magic would be lost over time. The closer the magic he casts to their ultimate goal, the more time it will remain on the wasteland.

Bai En believes that there is no reason to doubt the magician's professional skills in this area. But if the erosion of evil forces simply relies on contaminated dust and the like, Bai En plans to make a protective mask of his own to protect his mouth, nose and eyes. Unfortunately, there are too few types of materials here, and Bai En can only choose to make a leather mask, and hope that it can bring at least some protection to himself.

Ban looked up and saw that the dwarf engineers were climbing up and down the grid on the side of the big balloon, hanging some things on them, these things must be amulet inlaid with jewelry. He knew that the eyes of the bow statue had been replaced by two strange luminous gems, because he once or twice noticed when learning how to fly an airship from Mackason on the bridge of the Will of Glennell of.

Bai En has begun to like these courses. He believes that in an emergency, he is likely to fly this huge airship, although he is still not sure if he can land safely if he is forced to land.

Facts have proved that a bunch of smaller rods on the control panel are used for multiple purposes. One of them will release the ballast, so that the airship will rise quickly when needed. The other will sound the horn to remind the crew of the imminent danger.

By the time, one-third of people will discard all the black matter in the fuel tank in the event of a fire. Mackason assured him that this will be the worst thing that may happen to the airship. Although Bai En thinks there must be other worse cases, it is just that he doesn't know it yet.

He found himself very respectful of the chief engineer. Mackason may be as crazy as Grey Rogan claims, but he obviously knows and loves his project, and he provides Baien with answers that are as easy to understand as possible, even for the most professional questions he asks.

Despite this, on these warm summer days, life on this Kaslov border noble mansion is mostly idyllic, and sometimes he almost forgets the danger they will face when they leave. almost.

At this time, a hand fell on his shoulder, and a low laugh sounded in his ears.

"You are here. Tell me, can you use that sword, Mr. Bai En?" This is Angelica.

"Yes," he said. "I'm ready."

"Maybe you are willing to teach me a lesson."

"when and where?"

"Now, go outside the wall."

"You lead the way."

When Bai En came out, he was not sure what he was expecting. Angelica undoubtedly imitated the dialogue before the duel in those novels, although she did not imitate very well. But Angelica had pulled out a knife and practiced a few sword swings into the air. Bai En tilted his head to the side and looked at her. She moved very well with her feet apart and her right foot forward to maintain balance. When she slashed an imaginary enemy, the saber sparkled in the sun.

He took off his cloak and jacket, and took off his sword. ‘Feng Soul’ is a long sword, longer than her weapon, but lighter. When he practiced swing, it hissed in the air. Bai En walked forward confidently. He is very good at using this sword now, he knows this. When he was young, he was better at using sacrificial knives, but Ye Xiao taught him swordsmanship. After he became an adult, he experienced many wrestlings. During this period of travel, he became more familiar with the use of fengfeng. The "Feng Soul" he used was the best and lightest hybrid sword he had ever seen.

"Don't do this, fool!" She said, shaking her head at another weapon placed in a wooden box by the wall.

Bai En strode to the wall. He pulled the weapon out of the scabbard and examined it carefully. This is another saber, long and curved. The blade has been blunt, if this is a practice weapon, it makes sense. He tested the weight and balance of the saber. This knife is lighter than his own sword, but it feels strange to hold in his hand. He tried several experimental swings.

"I'm not used to it," Bai En said. This saber is too long, and it is completely different from the sacrificial knife. And as a saber, Bai En knew that the weapon on the horse's back was so curved and slender to prevent it from being broken due to the impact force, or it could not be pulled out into the enemy's body. Using the horse's power, the rider only needs to keep the sabre steady, and can easily cut a huge wound on the enemy.

"Excuses are all excuses, Mr. Bai En. My father always said that in battle, you must be able to use any weapon in your hand."

"He is correct. Normally, I want to make sure that the first weapon in my hand is my own sword."

She just smiled at him mockingly, tilting her head back and slightly opening her lips. He shrugged and walked towards her, holding the saber casually in his right hand.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes, wondering why they did it.

There must be several guards thinking about what he guessed, because there was a small group of people gathered around the wall to watch them.

"What do you ask about this?"

"People may get injured."

"This is a blade used for practice, deliberately blunt."

"The accident may still happen."

"Are you afraid to fight me?"

"No." He wanted to say that he was afraid of hurting her, but somehow, he felt that this was wrong.

"You should know that in Kaslov, we fought to the first drop of blood. Those who usually lose will leave with scars."

"I already have a lot." Bai En murmured and added in my heart: where I was born, we also fought to the `` first drop of blood '', but usually only the winner can leave with scars.

"You must show me," she said with a smile.

While Bai En was still wondering what this meant, she threw herself over. Bai En barely jumped aside. Just then, a piece of his shirt was torn off. The reflex action made him avoid the next blow. He hadn't had time to think about it. This action threw his counterattack towards her. She easily blocked the blow, and suddenly their blades moved back and forth almost faster than they could see with her eyes.

After a while, they separated. Both have trouble breathing. Bai En realized that the woman's fighting skills were very, very good. In fact, if he holds his sword, he may be the better one. But fighting at such a speed mainly relies on a conditioned reflex, a well-trained reaction, which recurs repeatedly on the soldiers, so that it becomes an automatic reaction.

In this kind of lightning battle, things happen too fast, without any conscious reaction time, you can not think about your next move, almost rely on instinct. This is the reason why any combat mage must be proficient in close combat. A non-armor-piercing warrior can rush to you from fifty yards in a few breaths. Recite a spell that can block the opponent.

The lighter scimitar lost his timing and the opportunity to exert his power, which gave her an advantage. This was the last time he considered this issue because Angelica continued to attack. The guards on the wall cheered for her.

"Did I ever tell you that I defeated all the guards of my father in the Sabre practice," she said, because Bai En just managed to get those guards to stop her offensive in time.

She is not kidding. This is different from his competitive duel when he was young. At that time, you have to work hard to show your skills. Your swordsmanship and the like are more like a guarantee that you can safely cast spells. And this is more like a real battle.

Bai En thinks this makes sense to some extent. In a deadly place like Kaslov, you do n’t want to get reflexes that will cause you to choose to swing your fist in the first place. He knew this because he experienced many real life-and-death battles before he completely overcome that condition.

"If you can do this, maybe we shouldn't do it." He murmured, trying to cut her madness.

"I also defeated all the local nobles." Her one blow ripped open the chest of his shirt and pulled off a button. Bai En doesn't know if she is playing with him. The guard above laughed at him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Since I was twelve, no one has beaten me with a saber. "

At the age of twelve, Bai En was very suspicious that they let her win just to please her father. But he has fought many men, and she is indeed much better than most. His face flushed red, panting hard. He began to feel a little angry about how the guards applauded for his shame. He forced himself to concentrate and let himself breathe smoothly, maintaining the fighting posture he had been taught.

He now realizes that he is facing another disadvantage. Most of the battles he participated in had little to do with this regularized fighting style. All battles are carried out in melee or rely on magic. In melee, you can kill your enemies in any way you can think of. Your style is worthless. But Angelica is different. As he guessed, the other party has a special fighting style, something like a wild dance.

At the same time, he realized that if he continued to fight in this way, he would inevitably fail, so Bai En decided to change his tactics. After blocking her next blow, he dashed forward. When they faced each other, he reached out and grabbed her left arm. He used all of his strength to yank her and pulled her over. When she lost her balance, he managed to strike her weapon away from her. Then he let go of her hand and she fell backwards. Finally he turned the blade down and pointed it against her throat.

"Everything is the first time," he said, gently touching her throat with the tip of the knife. The slightest drop of blood ran down her throat.

"It seems so, Mr. Bai En. Maybe we should change to two wins in three innings?" When Angelica said this, Bai En saw her laughing, and he laughed.