Destiny Thief

Chapter 221 The Banner of Glory III
"the way?"

"Yes, in other words, the road refers to the choice for the future. Everyone has his own suitability, just like the crucian carp swimming in the stream and the falcon soaring in the sky."

"Mr. Marisas, are you implying that I am not suitable to be a mercenary?"

The young man was stunned for a while, then asked.There was an obvious sense of loneliness and disappointment on his face—he was the son of the captain of the Second Battalion, Rolfes, and since his father died in that battle, he came from a chamber of commerce in Afron alone. After leaving, he found Heinrich, the head of the mercenary group, hoping to join the mercenary group and become a real mercenary——

Thanks to his old man, he received a good cultural education since he was a child.Most of the Rael that Rolfes earned through his years of hard work as a mercenary was spent on hiring noble teachers for him. He knew etiquette, arithmetic, poetry, and had a good talent for painting.Only, because his father didn't want him to inherit his father's career, he didn't teach him any martial arts.

Most of the original words of his father that he relayed were heard by accident - after finding the head of the group, he expressed his wish, and then was arranged to come to this camp to learn basic swordsmanship.However, these things that happened today made him extremely depressed, and picking up a practice wooden sword was far more awkward to him than picking up a quill.

He couldn't help but doubt himself.

"No, Andrea, I didn't mean that. What I mean is that your current foundation is not solid enough, and practicing swordsmanship will not have much effect."

Victor looked at the young man and said calmly.The analogy just now was indeed a secret persuasion, but unfortunately this smart young man knew it as soon as he heard it, so he had to deny it.However, from a practical point of view, Rolfes did not let him learn martial arts and instead studied culture, which was definitely a wise move - he learned from the regiment leader Heinrich that Andrea was Rolfes. The only son of Alpheus, his mother died during childbirth. His congenital deficiencies made him physically weak, and he did not have much talent in martial arts.

Therefore, for his future, Rolfes put him on the path of a civil servant.However, the battle that happened some time ago caused this young man to receive a huge sad news—his heart was filled with grief. After several struggles, he finally chose to leave the "Golden Anchor" Chamber of Commerce and came to the Song of "Mercenary Corps.

Although his father did not want him to take this path, he still made his decision——

Victor Marisas looked at the young man, facing the son of the old man, he was not willing to say any harsh words to hit the young man, but the reality was like this after all, his eyes looked at the blue sky in the distance The sky interacts with the green mountains, becoming dignified and profound.

Since Andrea insists on this, according to the confession of the head of the team, Heinrich, it is not a bad idea to try to cultivate - diligent practice can make up for the shortcomings of talent, even if it cannot reach a higher level, after a long period of accumulation , Possessing a pair of good skills is still very possible.

"Andrea, I believe you also understand your own situation. Are you really ready to become a mercenary?"

In the field, the sun dispelled the white mist, and there were only a few mercenaries who were still training hard—most of them came from nearby areas, the former wandering mercenaries in Afron City, and the Nogo Mountains. The young farmer and the son of a bankrupt commoner basically share a common understanding: in this chaotic world, only one's own strength is the most reliable.

Therefore, they have the perseverance that ordinary people can't match to carry out these boring exercises.

"Yes, Mr. Marisas. My mind is fixed, and there will be no change."

The young man still held the wooden sword, his fingers turned white when pinched, but his face turned red. He looked around and saw that those delicate faces were full of perseverance. He shouted to Victor loudly. said.

"Fine, come with me! Andrea."

"Yes, Mr. Marisas."

"Hey, from now on, you should call me Captain Victor."

"Yes, Captain Victor!"

Victor led the young man through the mountain road and a bush outside the camp, and quickly walked into a forest. After a while, he heard dull and loud noises in the forest, still in the field The mercenary who was training couldn't help turning their heads, and they looked over - under the shade of trees scattered and intertwined, several mercenaries "Because your sword skills can provide guidance, boss!"

Scott couldn't help but said with a smile, with the gradual improvement of everyone's strength, more and more people in the bandit group have begun to practice long swords or stabbing swords, and these two weapons are what Glo usually uses on a daily basis It's a group of people looking forward to Glo, hoping that Glo will guide everyone on the path of swordsmanship as before.

But after returning to the Umpton Mine this time, the bandit leader Glo seemed to have lost interest in this matter—he glanced at Scott, his right thumb hooked his chin, and the things he thought of could not help but make his expression There was a weird smile on his face.

Yes, too many people can’t find their own way, they can only follow the strong ones—veteran Scott has a big waist and round figure, his basic job is [Soldier], and the standard configuration is two hands Combination of great sword or sword shield.Weapons such as one-handed swords, including stabbing swords and long swords, to some extent, could not give full play to his advantages in strength.

He doesn't know how to make himself stronger now.

Glo thought thoughtfully. He had also been confused like this before. However, because of the existence of the system, the values ​​​​of levels and attributes were clearly visible at all times, and he knew the progress of his own strength, so he did not have too many problems. troubles.

Perhaps, we should make a plan to level up with our bandit gang companions - Glo just thought about it and soon discovered a very practical problem: In this season, it won't be long before there is heavy snow falling all over the sky. It's winter, and then there's the New Year... so these plans can only be implemented after the New Year.

In January 554, corresponding to the opening time of the game, a large number of wild monsters began to spawn in the fields near each Novice Village—for these young bandits, starting from the early spring of next year, leveling will not be a problem. It's not difficult.

But just like this, the increase in strength he obtained does not satisfy Glo - he knows the dangers and opportunities he will face in the following troubled times. Without a strong force, many things are doomed to be difficult to achieve. Therefore, An idea quickly formed in his mind, an idea to quickly improve everyone's strength, but the specific details still need further thinking and improvement.

He laughed, still holding the stabbing sword [Justice] in his hand, but he never looked at this weapon with a special attitude——[Justice] is of course the "Glorious Seven Gods" , but it is not a single weapon that determines whether a character is strong or not. These days, he has figured out these problems and gradually become a normal heart.

He held the sword, slightly bent the five fingers of his left hand, and then swung his arm to chop down. There was no change in his movement, but a silver light curtain was formed in the air. This sword was incredibly fast, and the wind pressure formed by splitting the air There was a series of crisp explosions——Scott was stunned for a moment, but soon, he realized that Glo's sword did not belong to swordsmanship.

This is a one-hit cleave.

The most bland and common style among sword techniques.

"Boss? Is this a knife technique?"

Scott asked, he wanted to confirm the doubts in his heart-the bandit leader nodded, and then put his sword back into its sheath.

Before this, the bandits had never seen Glo use a bayonet like this. The bayonet was a weapon with only a pointed tip. To cause effective damage, the only way to cause effective damage was through stabbing, but they had no doubt about the attack just now. After remembering the sharpness of the chop - continuous sonic booms rang in their ears, they felt the oscillating wind pressure hurting their faces.

This was just a casual sword strike from the bandit leader - in the Ampton Mine, the bandits had long been convinced of the strength of the leader Glo, but the extent of this strike still shocked them.It wasn't the first time that Glo hit a sonic boom with his sword, but such randomness, they couldn't help but have some guesses in their hearts.

"Glo, have you stepped into the state of awakening?"

Oliver was a little curious. He squeezed out a pimple from the left side of his nose, twirled his fingers a few times and bounced it to the ground. He had a deeper understanding of Gro's strength than the average person, but Glo returned from Afron this time. Afterwards, he discovered something that completely broke his initial impression—in his young memory, no one had ever shown such a level of swordsmanship lightly, even far surpassing the big man he had seen— —

In 539, in the Southern Rebellion War, the winner of the silver thorn badge, Lord Kester Knight.

That was the most powerful character Oliver had ever seen since he was born.This knight lord may not be as noble and prominent as other nobles, but his sword left a very deep memory on Oliver.

During the autumn hunting activities of the nobles that year, the knight lord came to the vicinity of their village by chance.At that time, Oliver, his friends, and some villagers in the village were picking wild fruits in the bushes of the mountain forest. They saw a huge adult northern ground brown bear with a height of more than three meters on all fours running around frantically and wreaking havoc. A gentleman knight rode a tall horse with snow-white fur. He pulled the rein with one hand and swung the long sword with the other. When the horse and the brown bear brushed each other, the light of the sword flashed a silver shadow. The brown bear, which was almost as big as a mountain of meat, fell to the ground in an instant, throwing a thick cloud of dust on the ground.

Killing with one sword, simply and neatly!

Oliver and his friends were all shocked. They had never seen such a level of swordsmanship in their daily contact: for farmers, an adult male brown bear of this size would require dozens of people to deal with it, but In front of this knight, he was actually killed in just one round - he learned from the villagers that this was a big shot from the nearby Qingshui Town, the Kester Knight.However, out of respect for him, the local people often add the title of "Master" after his title.

Kester Knight?After Oliver returned to the village, he heard the old people talking about the gentleman—he used to be a member of the Knights of the Guards. A vast manor was built nearby, and several good horses were raised. Not long ago, a concubine wife from a noble family gathered together. It is said that the local nobles in Nogo appreciate this knight master very much.

Oliver was also fortunate enough to see the master knight's attack later. At the Autumn Harvest Festival, Beidi Nogo has a traditional martial custom. According to the practice for many years, powerful knights can go on stage to display martial arts and show their bravery—but this time The tradition ceased to exist after the outbreak of the Sixth Eta War, and Lord Kester Knight was also missing in this war.

But his sword skills, after many years, Oliver still remembers very clearly.

However, Glo's sword just now seemed to be better than that master knight.Therefore, Oliver asked this question-the bandit leader Glo didn't answer him directly this time, he walked to the weapon rack on the side of the open space, and picked up a long knife again.

(End of this chapter)