Blade and Poetry

Those copper-skinned iron bones that are numb to pain have no scruples, but my dodge has become more difficult.There is less and less space for people to stand, and if I don't pay attention, I may be strung into several strings under the encirclement.Speed ​​is no longer the key in this kind of encirclement; if a person is locked in a bottle the size of his body, no matter how sensitive he is and how agile he is, as long as the glass bottle enclosing him is crushed by external force, He has no hope of survival.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Coleman throwing the knife here from the opposite bank, but it was bounced back by the barrier in midair.His action seemed to attract the attention of those sculptures, making their movements stop for a moment.Taking this opportunity, I put my hands on the shoulders of a soldier in front of me and jumped on top of his head.

Those crowded sculptures seemed to be boiling. First, they collided with each other and stretched out their weapons, intending to stab me, but they often failed because of their lack of dexterity.I kept moving from the top of one soldier's helmet to another, taking advantage of the disadvantages brought about by their dense positions to hide and hide, throwing spells at them from the top of my head, trying to block or destroy their attacks.But in such an unstable state, I couldn't draw the runes of magic power balance, couldn't fit large formations, and couldn't cast any effective spells—they were too heavy, but they were moving slowly, my Spells cannot lock them.

what else can we do?I think.Had Coleman been away, my Charon would have been better suited to the situation.It's nothing more than head-to-head, chopping off a steel-cast arm until the tiger's mouth is numb, and see which side drops the knife first; or simply release the knife soul, see if you can get lucky, and burn them all.The imaginary scene was destructive and confusing. I couldn't help but indulge for a moment, but I had to wake up in the next second.

The movements of the sculptures seem to have become faster, and they seem to have learned to be smart. After the crowd tactics were ineffective, they spread out quickly, leaving space around me, and I slipped and fell into their staggered space. Among the metal limbs.

When I fell down, the dark shadows under their helmets seemed to turn towards me, and some necks twisted 360 degrees strangely, joining the ranks of looking down on me in a uniform manner.

what else can we do?I'm exhausted, they have enough energy, they are still slowly gathering towards me again, and the raised weapons are shining coldly.My eyes were firmly grasped by the darkness under their helmets, where the dark place smiled at me, showing many suddenly changing pictures: Odgo who stretched out the big formation alone, and the man who trapped himself in a cage Lan Duo, Coleman who was thrown back abruptly above the river.I suddenly saw his body draw an arc in mid-air, and almost without thinking, I squeezed a handful of soil and threw it towards him...

The line made of dirt dragged Coleman back in that scene, and it snapped me back to reality.

The bright light and shadow above my head are falling alternately.Only then did I realize that I had actually been in a misunderstanding all along.I don't need to bother killing these mechanical puppets at all,

I just need to trap them - earth lines and the river not far away.

I turned over and jumped up from the overlapping swords, grabbed a handful of soil in each hand and pushed them into the magic power, until they sprang out thin lines along the direction of my fingertips, and wound around the joints of the soldiers' legs and ankles.The magic power required to control multiple lines is huge, but fortunately I don't have to tie them one by one. As long as I use force to pull down the sculptures in the front row, the latecomers who are swarming in are easy to trip.I adjusted my position around, and the thread in my hand weaved a dense and regular net, causing the soldiers to fall one by one, kicking their legs on the ground in vain.I felt slightly relieved at last; but it was not over till this step.I handed over all the threads from my right hand to my left, and then drew the runes of the wind blowing spell, and swept the group of sculpted soldiers into the river along with the wind.

With the sinking of the last piece of armor, a few bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, and then there was no trace to show that such a group of soldiers had sunk to the deep river bottom.This river is like a bloody mouth capable of devouring giants. After closing the upper and lower mouths with satisfaction, it returned to silence again.

With the stone slabs gone, Coleman finally stepped on this side of the river with the help of the means released by me.Leaving aside the cover of the densely packed soldiers, there is a hole in the wall here, and a bright light curtain is hidden outside the hole—this should be the exit.

Coleman stared at it, and suddenly changed his expression. Regardless of the stalemate in our previous dispute, he blurted out and asked, "Where is the general holding the spear?"

I opened my mouth and sneaked my eyes into the river—in all the fuss of life and death I'd forgotten to make sure any of them were different.

Coleman also stared at the river with a strange expression, as if he was about to say something, but was interrupted by the noise behind us.

It was a sound of very light footsteps, coming from the direction of the light, accompanied by a series of metal friction sounds, approaching here slowly and firmly.The source of the sound was behind the light curtain, and we looked back, only to see a tall shadow emerge behind it.First, a metal hand protruded from the inside—the spear it held was sharp and bright, with a faint red light on the top, and it reached our back almost as soon as it appeared.Then there are two feet that step forward one by one, a body in metal armor, a towering helmet, and the sharp horns on the top of the helmet, making it look extraordinarily tall and awe-inspiring.There is clearly only this single puppet left here, but I seem to have learned a very strong sense of crisis.It felt right to the point, more so than any of the pressing, outnumbered soldiers had ever given me.

For a moment we stood in astonishment.Coleman drew his knife and watched cautiously, while I instinctively grabbed a handful of soil, made a soil line and sprinkled it towards its lower wall, following the habit in previous battles.

In fact, I didn't expect this too casual throw to be effective against it, but I saw the pile of armor falling towards me, shaking and collapsing to the ground.Its whole human form is half-kneeling in front of me in a comical way, as if it was really hooked into the hollow of one leg by my unintentional move.

I feel that this is far from over, and I want to make up some more measures, but Coleman stops me.

"It's over," Coleman said. "Probably because you beat the other pawns."

I still had a little bit of vigilance, and reached out to grab the spear, but it remained in its original position, as if it was firmly set on the general's copper glove, motionless.

When I was confronting the sculpture, I suddenly heard a voice coming from the thick armor below.It is inevitably distorted in the air, accompanied by some vague humming echoes.

"You have conquered me." The sculpture said with its head up, the shadow under the helmet was bottomless, "so it belongs to you, my knight."

As early as when the sculpture was speaking, I slightly relaxed the strength in my hand, and at this moment, the spear slipped out of the place where it seemed to be welded, and turned flat, hanging over the slightly raised hand of the sculpture. , delivered directly to me.

When the spear actually fell into my hand, it started to burn, and it became shorter and shorter from the tail until there was only the remaining fire at the tip of the spear.It didn't rush towards me like the last fire that popped out of the stone slab - it condensed into a dazzling bright red in the haze, floated into the air, and then slowly, as if it could sense people's mind Like, it fell into the palm of my hand.

With its stiff steps, the metal sculpture silently walked back to the place it was originally guarding.Neither Coleman nor I had any intention of continuing to fight with it, so we walked towards the exit one after another.

Every time the fire was found before, there were more or less regrets where the fire had appeared, which made our team inevitably look back after going far.This time, it was a rare success. Coleman walked ahead quickly, and the gray-black hole behind him could no longer let him turn his head back.But I inexplicably wanted to do it again, following the previous rules: the last time was for Aude, the last time was for Lan Duo, and this time it was for some kind of nonsense.

All I wanted was to take a quick glance back, and after this spur of the moment glance, I sped up to catch up with Coleman.But in this glance, I saw a scene that I will never forget:

The sculpture of a general wrapped in thick armor stretched out his hand to take off the heavy helmet. His golden-red hair was liberated from the all-round blockage as the helmet was taken off, and was scattered around his faded face. On the shoulder armor, strands of it fell down with his movements.

He held it on his chest, bowed slightly, and took off his hat slowly in the direction we left.

I knew that the man inside couldn't see us outside the light curtain, just as we didn't notice his arrival when we were in the cave.

So he had no way of knowing that I turned back halfway, but I knew that he had a pair of light gray-blue eyes.

The shock in my heart made my feet stop there, and my whole body was immersed in confusion and another painful and soft feeling, unable to escape. After a long time, I chased after Coleman again, trying my best to move towards him naturally. asked:

"Will the professors also participate in this campaign?"

"The principal said: 'The professor will supervise the safety of the trial in a way that you didn't expect.'" He didn't forget to glance at me in the midst of his busy schedule, "What's wrong? You look a little dazed."