Blue Sword

"Hidliba, are you okay?"

"I'm okay."

"Is there any danger over there?"

"No...well, a little bit, I can handle it."

"Has your identity been suspected?"

"Well, no... I mean, what could they suspect? After all, I do have the blood of the Hauteville family."

"How do you feel about the Hauteville family?"

"Too bad, they are all guys whose muscles are in their brains. Ask, do you remember those gladiators we met in the Arena of Constantinople?"

"I remember that the captain of our team at that time was called Theotis, and he seemed to be causing trouble for us all the time."

"It's not us, it's your trouble, Ask. The character of these Normans is a hundred times worse than that of Theotis. I can tolerate Theotis, but I can't tolerate them—— It’s just unimaginable that they are actually my brothers and sisters.”

"Really? I can't imagine what Theotis is like a thousand times worse."

"It's probably like when he stands in front of you, your fist will automatically fly to his face."

"Hahaha, that's really annoying."

The two of them soon started chatting and laughing, without mentioning anything such as "What, it turns out you are this kind of person", "Now that you know it, I won't pretend to be stupid anymore", etc. Embarrassing words.

Nothing happens, nothing happens.

Medea heard that something was wrong. Why did she feel that Sidrifa's appearance made the leader like her even more?

Oh, maybe he deliberately created a silly and cute image in normal times, and then suddenly increased his IQ, which made Asik feel a bit of a contrasting surprise, leaving a deeper impression, right?

Alas, alas, I can’t tell, Hidliba, it turns out you are also a scheming person.

"Okay, that's all for today's communication..." Hildelife was about to talk to Asker about how terrible yesterday's dinner was when she heard Medea suddenly say, and then the communication was cut off without mercy. .

Hidliefa:………………

snort.

She sneered a few times and looked around at the Norman defeated dogs who were still rolling on the ground and wailing.

Annoying flies.

Medea, one day you will understand that you cannot keep a man with such small means.

Past these fallen guys, Sidrifa walked forward indifferently.

Then, she saw her father, Robert the Demigod and the Cunning Fox, standing by the arch pillars of the porch, looking over with cold eyes.

"This is the first group of provocateurs you have dealt with, Hidliefa?" Robert said solemnly, the beard on his chin trembling, "You should kill a few of them in the process of defeating them, so that there will be no follow-up. Someone will dare to offend you again."

Hidliefa remained silent and placed her right hand on the ax handle at her waist.

"Your martial arts are very strange." Robert continued, "It seems wild, but in fact it is delicate, and it has a certain calculation that is unique to the Byzantines. I don't know who taught you this martial arts, but if you only use If we focus on those trivial tactics, we will probably suffer big losses in a truly cruel war."

Hearing this, Hildelife couldn't help but show a strange expression - it was some kind of vague "you know nothing" expression of disdain. Although it was only fleeting, it was still keenly noticed by Robert.

"Don't you believe it?" Robert smiled nonchalantly and took down a ceremonial battle ax from the weapon rack on the wall. "Why don't we give it a try? We don't need extraordinary strength, just use the skills of a warrior to duel."

Hidliefa:………………

"Okay." She replied shortly.

The two came to a nearby yard. Robert raised the tomahawk in his right hand, weighed its weight, and said:

"Before I became a demigod, I worked as a mercenary for many years, experienced no less than a thousand battles, and was even on the verge of death more than a dozen times. The memory of almost losing my life every time is deeply imprinted in my mind. , they are the real source of my strength. If you want to be as strong as me, what you have to rely on is not your brains and tricks, but your courage and courage."

"I don't know where you got the Beryl's Axe, but the artifact will not be easily owned by a weak person, otherwise even if you temporarily possess it, it will be taken away by others soon."

"I heard from William's spies that you used to be part of a certain Byzantine mercenary group called the 'Blue Sword'?"

Sidrifa ignored him and just silently pulled out the North Wind Ax.

"Well, at least you haven't lost the essence of us Normans after being outside for so many years." Robert said approvingly, "Words are cheap. The only thing worthy of the Normans' trust is something they can hold with their hands!"

"Then why don't you shut up?" Hidrifa asked coldly.

Robert:…………

"Come on, good daughter." He smiled slightly.

Hilda Lifa held the North Wind Ax and took the lead in launching a full-speed charge. Even if the person standing opposite is a demigod, she has nothing to fear at this time - as long as the person opposite is not Ask.

"Okay!" Robert immediately cheered when he saw Hidliefa striking her face with an ax without mercy. At least in today's Hauteville family, the number of young people who dare to swing a battle ax directly at the demigods can be counted on one hand.

He held the ax horizontally in front of his chest as if to block. Although his posture looked lazy, his right arm was actually filled with enough strength. As long as Hidrifa actually struck it with the axe, it would immediately cause the axe to bounce off and make her arm numb.

However, when Hildrifa's ax was slashed, it passed through a few finger widths in front of Robert's battle ax and cut away.

Um? Robert's eyes narrowed slightly.

What a shameful mistake! Can the attack distance be estimated wrong?

Although the opponent seemed to have revealed a flaw immediately, Robert was a man who had experienced many battles after all. He did not rush forward to launch an attack. He just quickly glanced down and noticed Sidrifa's steps and stance.

No, she only took half a step before swinging the battle axe! The attack range is deliberately shortened!

As if an epiphany thought flashed through his mind, Robert instinctively tried to retreat.

Originally, according to his tactical intention, the opponent's attack would be blocked by his battle ax, and the next step would naturally be a wrestling process.

As it turned out, the daughter made a move and deliberately cut the air, so it was hard to say how the follow-up pursuit would be... So Robert retreated with his right foot, intending to get out of the way first, but he failed to retreat.

Because of the battle ax he was holding in his right hand, the upper end of the ax handle had been firmly grasped by Sidrifa.

Hildrifa shouted loudly and waved the North Wind Ax in her right hand high. Robert quickly raised his left arm, and before the North Wind Ax could chop it down, he used his arm armor to catch the inside of the ax blade in advance, holding the ax handle to prevent it from being chopped off.

At the same time, he pulled back hard with his right hand, trying to get rid of Hidliefa's snatch. However, what came from the ax handle was an extremely strong force that was like steel, making his right hand unable to pull at all.

"Let go!" Hidrifa growled again, using her left arm to drag her backwards. The unparalleled power from the giant's blood allowed her left arm to crush the opponent in an instant. Robert was caught off guard and was actually pulled by her, staggering and losing his balance. The North Wind Ax immediately pressed down again, pressing against his arm and forcibly cutting into his left shoulder. Blood spattered along the ice blade.

Immediately afterwards, some violent and strange force invaded her arm, making her completely unable to control her body movements. She fell to the ground like an epileptic patient and kept twitching.

Robert covered the wound on his left shoulder and quickly backed away, then snapped his fingers and released the law skills on Sidliefa.

Hildrifa gasped and stood up, and the North Wind Ax that fell on the ground automatically flew back into her hand.

…………

There was a long silence.

Robert looked at her with a complicated expression, and then said after a long while:

"Well played."

He wiped his right hand on his left shoulder, and the originally bloody wound was quickly filled with some kind of illusory granulation.

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