Blue Sword

"Teacher, are you okay?" Nuremberg once again took out a small mazaar from behind, spread it on the ground for Richard Turner to sit down, and then quickly poured him tea.

Richard Nall sat down with his eyes closed, took a sip of tea, and said slowly:

"I have exhausted all my strength and cannot fight any more. You are yourselves, and do not fall from glory."

The translation of this is that the old swordsman has just used power beyond the limit of the demonic tide. Now he must suppress the spirituality on the verge of losing control. He will not participate in the battle next. You guys can go in and solve the mutation by yourselves. You must fight cleanly and beautifully. , don’t embarrass me.

"Okay, I'll guard the teacher here." Nuremberg said respectfully, turning his head, "Then Hans..."

He was about to order Hans, the second captain, to lead the team as usual, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and changed his words:

"Chief Aske, I wonder if you can lead the team on your behalf? I have to guard the teacher here, so..."

"What?!" Except for Hans, all the swordsmen almost exploded.

If this guy is just given the title of chief, everyone will not be angry. Since it is the teacher's intention, they will tolerate it.

Now we need this guy to lead the team in battle! If he is a rookie, wouldn't he take the big guy into the ditch where the group will be destroyed?

Some people with extreme tempers, such as the swordsman Martin, walked directly to Hans and signaled him to protest with their eyes.

"I have no problem with it," Hans said. "Chief Asker, are you okay with it?"

The swordsmen were defeated. Hans, where's your dirty talk? Where is the poisonous tongue? Your command authority has been taken away! Isn’t this the time for a perfectly poignant sarcasm?

"No problem." Ask said, "But I don't know everyone's strength yet, so let everyone report their swordsmanship level first."

Okay, this guy really thinks of himself as the team leader. The swordsmen became more and more angry, and when they saw Hans, they shouted, stepped forward and said:

"I'll go first. My name is Hans Dublinger. My strength is currently the second in the swordsman group, Level 7. I practice the teacher's 'Raging Sword Style'."

"Yeah." Asir nodded. There are five major schools of Richard Turner's swordsmanship. Among them, the "Rage Sword" favors frontal attack and suppression, which is considered a relatively fierce fighting style. "How about some moves on the spot?"

live performance? This still treats us like acrobatic clowns! The swordsmen felt that they couldn't bear it, but Hans pulled out the long sword from behind with a nonchalant expression and swung it skillfully on the spot.

Double-wheel full moon slash, step forward quickly, spin around to chop the throat, and then jump over the mountain to finish.

"Is it okay?" Hans stopped and asked.

"I probably understand." Asik nodded and said, "Next."

No swordsman said a word, but Hans hung his sword back on his back, pointed at a swordsman in the crowd and said:

"Third seat Andrew Jordan, come out!"

How come you have transformed into an adult’s little brother? With tears streaming down his face, Andrew walked out listlessly and said:

"I am Andrew Jordan. I am the third member of the swordsman corps. I practice the teacher's 'Split Sword Style'..."

Regardless of whether these swordsmen were resisting, defiant, or provocative, and showed various uncooperative expressions, Asker still maintained a calm attitude. With the help of Hans, he combined the training schools, levels, and I have learned all the shooting habits one by one.

"Would you like to introduce these two ladies?" Hans turned his attention to Medea and Nora, and his tone was clearly saying, "Where are your two arm pendants?"

"This is Medea, the flame arcane mage of our team." Asik introduced. Since psions are more sensitive in the West, it's better to pretend to be a fire mage.

Medea also understood and snapped her fingers, and flames gush out from her fingers.

"Oh oh oh oh." The expressions of the swordsmen were slightly bright. After all, the person in front of them was Medea. She was a beautiful woman with a hot body and could control flames. Her fighting ability was obviously guaranteed. She immediately won the first sight of the swordsmen. Good opinion - of course, it would be better if you weren't on this hateful guy's team.

"The other one is Nora, the treating doctor of our team." Asik continued to introduce.

"Hello everyone, if anyone is injured, please come to me." Nora smiled softly.

"Ouch!" The swordsmen became even more excited. Doctor! That is simply a swordsman's friend. After all, who can guarantee that he will not be injured in battle? In the past, comrades helped each other apply medicine and bandages, but now with such a pure and pretty young girl, the pain will be reduced by more than half when treating the wounds!

"Finally, it's me, Aske. I am currently the leader of the Blue Sword Mercenary Group. At the invitation of your teacher, I also serve as the nominal chief of your swordsman group." Aske finally said, "I am good at all kinds of weapons. Combat, well, I can also do some tactical command. I hope everyone will cooperate next, and I wish us a happy cooperation."

The swordsmen turned their heads to each other indifferently, looking here and there at the ceiling, but not at Asker.

"Okay, let's go!" Asik turned a blind eye to everyone's indifference and said cheerfully, "Everyone line up and come in!"

So Hans led the swordsmen and passed through the gaps in the iron gate one after another. Although the Franks had big frames, these swordsmen seemed to not eat well at ordinary times. In addition, they exercised intensively, so they were all lean and lean, and they quickly passed through the narrow gap.

Nora passed through the gap, feeling a little difficult... Could it be that she has gained weight recently? An alarm bell immediately went off in her mind, and she silently deleted her dinner plans.

Then came Medea, she shrunk up and carefully rubbed the iron wall into the gap...

...and then got stuck.

"Stuck?" Medea was immediately confused. Nora who was inside to respond, and Asik who was outside were also stunned when they saw this.

"It's really stuck." Ask tried to push her, "You are too fat."

"Me? Too fat?" Medea felt an unknown fire rising in her chest, and she almost cursed.

There is nothing we can do about it. After all, the gap is not wide. Sometimes people can just take a deep breath and hold their breath to get through, but if they relax a little in the middle, they can't get through.

However, for women, body shape is a sensitive topic after all, not to mention that the swordsmen guys in front can get through it, but I, a weak woman, can't get through it. In contrast, it makes people feel quite speechless.

Am I fat? Medea wanted to curse so much, I'm just a little plump, okay?

In front of everyone's embarrassed looks, she still didn't curse out these words after all, but just stared at Aske fiercely.

Ask asked Nuremberg outside to borrow some sword oil (which is usually applied to the sword when it is not in use to isolate it from the air and prevent it from rusting) to act as a lubricant, and finally pushed Medea over.

The latter huddled in Nora's arms, her expression pale and silent, looking like she had been severely traumatized.