The Trial Game of Life

Tang Cuo, a professional performance artist who rubs small fireballs, with his powerful soul strength higher than ordinary people, gathers the surrounding fire elements into his subordinates with an almost arrogant attitude, and then compresses them crazily.

For the fire element at this moment, he is like a cruel tyrant, and the affinity between the two is therefore reduced.But Tang Cuo didn't care, a small fireball, he only needed it to exist for a second.

"Go." After compressing, Tang Cuo immediately threw the small fireball.The fireball is always showing signs of collapse due to the lack of cooperation of the fire element, but one second is enough for it to hit the target.

"Bang!" A big hole exploded in the opposite wall. Although the power was not as powerful as that of Roger Reed's, it was still impressive.

Roger Reed frowned slightly.Such a short period of time, such a great power, the talent is frightening.But the way was too simple and rude, it was easy to be backlashed and mentally traumatized, he turned his head——Tang Cuo's expression was normal.

Well, the descendants of the White Knight family do have the capital to mess around, and this is Roger Reed's student.

Thinking of this, Roger Reed became serious again, "The compression speed is still too slow."

Tang Cuo rubbed his slightly numb wrist and nodded obediently.The colors of his small fireballs are mixed, orange and crimson are intertwined, which is a manifestation of instability.If it is too unstable, it will prolong the time of his compression, and it is not instant at all.If you want to overcome this difficulty, you can only practice it over and over again.

But Tang Cuo was still in a hurry.

"Teacher, is there a faster way?" Tang Cuo asked.

"It's not advisable to take shortcuts." Roger Reed frowned.

"I promised to go to Lancelot's performance. Keeping my promise is also the basic quality of a knight."

"..."

Roger Reed sensed the weirdness again, between his student and the young bard.They are always crowded in one room.

Forget it.

Today is the last day of the trial. The goal is to make Theodore familiar with Rose's fighting methods and hone his will to fight. It won't be too late to do the basic exercises.

"I have a magic stone here that can enhance the affinity of elements. If you hold it, it will make the casting speed faster." Roger Reid took out a stone and handed it over.

Tang Cuo was silent.

Roger Reed: "What's wrong?"

Tang Cuo: "Nothing, thank you teacher."

Wasn't this stone the one he and Jin Cheng had bought from the Dream Infinity Market?There is still an identical piece lying in his equipment rack.

Tang Cuo took the stone, and then glanced at the equipment bar—well, Roger Reid's stone is a bit stronger than the dream wireless market, followed by the word [enhanced version].

With the boost of this stone, Tang Cuo's casting speed has indeed increased by a step, and the compressed fireball is also more stable than before.

A quarter of an hour later, Roger Reed's final lesson was finally drawing to a close.Looking at the student whose expression didn't change from the beginning to the end, and who only showed his talent silently and efficiently, Roger Reed couldn't tell whether it was gratification or something else.

In the end, after hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder stiffly.Such an intimate gesture is not used to by Your Excellency the Overseer.

"Theodore, difficulties are not terrible." His voice was solemn, "What the teacher and your brother hope to see most is your never-back-down heart in the face of darkness, and your courage to move forward."

"Go, go and defeat him, I will wait for you here."

Tang Cuo embarked on the journey.

The moonlight is like water, and the nimble figure is like a cat walking in the dark night. From the low wall here to the roof there, Tang Cuo knows every corner of this place well after six days of fighting.

He didn't go directly to Louis XIV. Louis XIV was too strong, and he needed more helpers to consume the opponent's strength for him.

So Tang Cuo took advantage of the cover of the terrain to pass through the small half of the battlefield and found the low house where the leader of the rebel army was.

They're well hidden, there's even a tunnel dug in the ground, but it's no use.Because Louis XIV was not in the king's tent at all, he was leading a team of elites to kill here.

In terms of strength, they are no match for Louis XIV.

In terms of strategy, they are still no match for Louis XIV.

If it wasn't for everyone's determination to die and fill them with flesh and blood regardless of the cost, they wouldn't see the dawn of victory.

Even so, they only severely injured Louis XIV, but failed to take his life.

In the flickering flames, the brutal fighting continued.Tang Cuo took out the parchment with the message written on it prepared in advance, wrapped it with stones, and threw it into the house.

After a while, there was commotion in the house.Tang Cuo listened to the movement, glanced at the window for the last time, and walked away.

He is going to save people.

Ten minutes later, there was a great knight on the rebel side who would be besieged and killed in a mass grave.

It's not far ahead.

Tang Cuo quickened his pace, sprinting and walking in the air, making his figure so fast that he was out of afterimage.The night sheltered him under its wings, and only the invisible wind could catch his whereabouts.

The sword cut out bleeding flowers on the ground, and when the wind blew, the people among the swaying flowers raised their heads, but they saw nothing.

Only dark clouds loomed.

The horn of the general attack blew in the distance, and the thick sound shook all the souls here.

Whether they were living, dying, or those whose souls had not left their bodies, they all trembled.The hot blood began to boil, burning the skin, wandering through the limbs and bones, gushing out with shouts, stirring the night sky.

"for freedom!!!"

Pick up the sword.

"For justice!!!"

I will die willingly.

"Definitely win!!!"

Vow not to look back.

A huge sound wave swept across the night sky, and the dark clouds were shaken away, revealing a bright and bright moon.

With the bright moon in the sky, a black and nimble figure flitted across the teardrop from the sky, holding a sword in both hands, falling like a shooting star.

[Starfall], jumping kill skill.It can stimulate 200% of the usual energy to achieve the maximum critical strike.

"Bang——" the luminous long sword fell, and the heavy armored warrior, who claimed to be invincible, was split in half by the sword.

The corpse was separated from the left and right, and blood spewed out half a second later, splashing on another enemy behind.He widened his eyes in astonishment, paused, and then looked down at the sword mark on his chest.

In the next second, he fell back heavily and fell to the ground.

Double kill.

Tang Cuo looked calm, swung his sword, and turned his head.

The injured knight leaned on his sword and knelt on one knee. He raised his head and looked at Tang Cuo with joy, "You, you are Nightingale?!"

Nightingale, nightingale.

Tang Cuo subconsciously glanced at the ring on his hand, making sure that the great knight was calling him, but Nightingale sounded like a female name.

Neither Edwin nor Roger Reid told him that the ancestor holding the Judgment Sword was a female knight.

But now is not the time to think about that.

A mass grave, as the name suggests, is a large pit where thousands of corpses are buried. The only difference is that these people have just died.The entire mass grave has almost nowhere to settle.Most of them are rebels here, and even many civilians who have little combat effectiveness.

At this time, the only ones standing in the mass grave were Tang Cuo, the big knight, and a circle of dark gold knights staring at them.

Tang Cuo immediately threw out the card [Rainwater], and then took out a bottle of healing potion and threw it to the big knight, "Follow me!"

"Okay!" The big knight was also unambiguous.At the juncture of life and death, he was suddenly healed to restore his fighting strength, so how could he still fall here?He picked up the epee, stepped out with one step, and rushed to the front of Tang Cuo almost instantly.Like a cannonball, it slammed into the encirclement in front of it, killing the opponent instantly.

Tang Cuo followed closely. At this time, an archer was sent flying towards Tang Cuo after being hit by the epee.Tang Cuo dodged it sideways, raised his hand and quickly made up the knife with a sword.

He was very confident in his touch, and he drew his sword and left without checking whether he was dead or not.

"See you at the bell tower!"

He shouted at the big knight, the palm holding the sword glowed with magic light, and the tip of the sword pierced the ground immediately.The ground surged, and a huge ice snake one meter wide and more than ten meters long broke out of the ground, carrying Tang Cuo towards the bell tower.

The bell tower is the location chosen by Tang Cuo for the decisive battle. He sent information to the leader of the rebel army and rescued the great knight, all in order to preserve the vitality of the rebel army, and fight back before Louis XIV has an absolute advantage.

The night wind was like a knife, Tang Cuo stood on top of the ice snake and looked up at the moon.

Tonight's moon is actually very round, big, bright, and beautiful. Forgive him for not having a rich vocabulary and not being able to write a hymn.But Tang Cuo loves the moon very much, he is cold and lonely, like a poet.

"Hoo!" A few arrows suddenly pierced through the wind.

Tang Cuo dodged somersaults, but because of this small delay, he fell from the head of the snake to the tail of the snake.Archers, he frowned slightly, trying to kill Louis XIV, these little soldiers are always troublesome.

But it doesn't matter, after a few days of practice, Tang Cuo has found a solution, and this is why he chose the bell tower.

"Boom-"

"West Fifteen!"

The quaint bell and the hoarse shout sounded almost at the same time, and a faint blue light gathered on the top of the bell tower in the distance. In an instant, the light shot out like a sharp sword.

"Boom!!!" Someone in the distance was shot down from the sky.

The only magic crossbow left in the city is in the clock tower.This is one of the few remaining areas still under the control of the rebels, and as arrogant as Louis XIV, he did not bypass the bell tower from his route because of this.

Besides.

"over there!"

"Stop them!"

In hidden tunnels, under haystacks, and among the ruins, one figure after another emerged from the inside, taking the enemy away when they saw the opportunity.

An archer was standing on the courtyard wall in good condition, and aimed at Tang Cuo with his bow.Suddenly, a hand was stretched out from behind to cover his mouth, and at the same time, the other hand held a dagger and aimed it at his waist.

"Hmm!" The shout was like his figure, and instantly disappeared on the courtyard wall, like a drop of water falling into the sea, without a sound.

There are a bunch of rebel stragglers hiding here, digging tunnels and drilling dog holes, there is nothing they can't do.

The duration of the ice snake is limited, and Tang Cuo directed it to crash into a house ahead.The roof collapsed and the walls collapsed, revealing several of Louis XIV's scouts hidden inside.

The shattered ice snake directly froze the unsuspecting them into ice balls.The high-level magic of the ice snake is not just for Tang Cuo to use as a mount.

In front of the bell tower, the leader of the rebel army, the great magician, had led people to successfully intercept Louis XIV.The magical light was like a colorful ocean, almost submerging half of the clock tower.

Tang Cuo raised his sword and joined the battle.

At the same time, at the Spring Square of the Hundred Flowers Kingdom, the most colorful movement of the performance is about to be staged.

On the high platform piled up with flowers, Jin Cheng embraced the small harp and looked at the crowds around with a smile on his face.The noble ladies sitting in the carriages at the intersection raised the curtains to look at him, the adventurers and bounty hunters leaning on the street with wine bottles looked at him, and the gardeners everywhere in the Hundred Flowers Kingdom looked at him, holding The innocent choir children of the candles looked at him too—

He raised his hand to salute, "Please enjoy the hero's hymn, "From the Continent of Sicily"."

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