After going into the sea, I met Miss Witch

Chapter 47 [The Bard] and the Poem of War

The sword flashed like lightning and arrived in an instant.

"Ding——!"

With a crisp sound of metal, accompanied by the spreading spiritual ripples, a figure appeared in front of Lord Slop and blocked the attack with the black long sword in his hand.

The black clothes and black sword were none other than the "Sword Master" Ir.

The sword attack failed, and the attacker did a clever backflip and landed on the deck.

The girl was wearing a silver women's chain mail shirt and holding a silver rapier. Her eyes were as cold as ice, without a single ripple.

Looking at the girl, the "Sword Master" Ir's eyes were extremely solemn. At this moment, his hands holding the sword in front of him were trembling slightly.

The position of the stab just happened to fall on the weak point of his long sword. Just a little bit short of breaking his posture.

Such exquisite swordsmanship...

"Who are you? There is no one like you among the pirates in the offshore area!"

Ir's voice was full of solemnity.

Lord Slop, who stood behind Il and had escaped by chance, was gasping for breath in shock.

Just then, he really thought he was going to die.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that he had invited the "sword master" Il to help him, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

After the fear, there followed an immense rage...

How dare a mere pirate, how dare!

Lord Slop turned his wrist, and an antique harp appeared in his hand. With the surge of spirituality, a melodious sound of the harp began to float.

Under the influence of the piano, the momentum of "Sword Master" Il rose sharply, and the navy behind him also became excited, drawing the weapons at his waist and roaring excitedly: "Kill!"

This is the core ability of the first-level profession [Bard] of the "Poet's Path", named [War Poem]. Wherever the piano sounds, the friendly side will get a significant boost, while the enemy will suffer negative effects such as slowing down, mental irritation, and spiritual stagnation.

The frontal combat ability of [First-level Bard] is the weakest among all first-level professionals, but in terms of auxiliary ability, it is the undisputed first!

On the deck, the pirates who originally had no intention of fighting became even weaker after being affected by the piano sound. If it were not for the restraint of the curse seal, they would probably flee on the spot.

In fact, most pirates have a natural fear of the navy.

In terms of individual equipment, ship performance, discipline, coordination...in all aspects, compared with the navy, the pirates are indeed not even a ragtag army.

Cecilia frowned slightly.

The sound of the [bard]'s piano was indeed very disgusting.

At this time, the "sword master" Ir moved.

A spiritual light appeared around him, and his body became a little blurry at this moment.

"Swish..."

That was the sound of the clothes rubbing against the air.

"Ding!"

Cecilia's face remained unchanged, and she quickly pointed the rapier in her hand to the side and front, using attack instead of defense to stop Ir who was attacking rapidly.

The exquisite control of the timing of this sword made Ir's eyes look shocked.

He had to change his sword style and block this stab, which prevented him from being pierced by a sword.

Ir's expression was extremely serious.

He could feel that the girl dressed as a knight opposite him had no more strength and speed than a first-level professional, but her rich combat experience and exquisite swordsmanship were definitely not something that a first-level professional could have, and even most second-level professionals might not be able to match her.

Such a terrible opponent...

"Sword Master" Ir vaguely regretted accepting Lord Slop's invitation to help.

Unfortunately, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back.

Since they have become enemies, they can only fight to the death!

"Sword Master" Ir's eyes calmed down, and the long sword in his hand slashed out.

This sword seemed ordinary, but as the slash progressed, the white light on it became thicker and thicker.

"Charge Slash", a simple long sword [sword skill], through special techniques, makes the seemingly ordinary slash have the effect of "charging power", which can exert nearly 1.5 times the slashing power, which is very useful in actual combat.

Cecilia's eyes moved slightly, and the stabbing sword in her hand stretched out, like a silver snake out of water, and it was difficult to see the trajectory with the naked eye. It was actually the first to arrive and attacked Ir's face.

"Dang!"

If he continued to use the slash, the rapier would have pierced through his forehead before his blade touched the enemy. At the critical moment, even if he felt aggrieved, Ir had to interrupt his [Sword Skill] again and switch from offense to defense.

"Ding——"

The powerful stabbing force forced Ir to retreat several steps, and his hands were shaking.

What made him more uncomfortable than the backlash and internal injuries after the active interruption of [Sword Skill] was the psychological frustration.

As a famous swordsman in Silver Moon Bay, he was being played around with by someone with a rapier at this moment. This feeling... made him almost crazy.

But in anger, the quality of a swordsman also allowed Ir to think calmly about one thing-he was probably not the opponent of the knight girl in front of him.

It was just a fight. If it weren't for the blessing of [War Poem], he might not have been able to transform his moves in time, and the only result of not being able to transform was death.

This is how the battle between cold weapons works. It doesn’t look very spectacular, but every move contains deadly murderous intent.

Looking at the knight girl standing in front of her with a sword in her hand but strangely not pursuing her, Il had doubts in his mind. At this moment, he heard the sound of falling to the ground one after another from behind.

"Plop! Plop!"

El quickly glanced behind him with the corner of his eye, and the scene in his eyes made his pupils shrink sharply.

I saw that the originally wooden deck was now covered with dark blue veins. It was like a huge spider web, and all the navy trapped in it were like poor mosquitoes that accidentally got into the spider web, covered with dark blue "spider silk" No matter how hard he struggled, it was all to no avail. He couldn't even scream, and he could only fall to the ground helplessly.

Unknowingly, the only people who came from the White Dove were himself and Lord Slop, who had not been harmed by the "Dark Blue Spider Web".

A long-lost sense of fear arose in El's heart.

He had never heard of such a dark blue power that was seemingly spiritual. He had never seen it before.

"Boom..."

A dull sound came from behind.

I saw a young man appearing on the rear bulwark at an unknown moment, jumping lightly, landing on the deck, carrying an exaggerated sword that was almost the same height as him, and walked step by step towards Lord Slop. .

He didn't look strong, not much different from ordinary people, and even judging from his fair and smooth skin, he was a nobleman who rarely experienced wind and sun.

But it was such a "delicate" young man who actually gave El and Lord Slop a sense of seeing a ferocious monster face to face when he stepped forward.