Twenty Sided Dice

The sergeant took the lead, the entourage led the horses, and they began to descend. But soon the sky was covered with dark clouds, and then it started to rain heavily.

"This rain is just an early summer shower, and it won't last for too long." Sir said, "We can safely cut down the bushes blocking the road now, so as not to be overheard by the kobolds."

Siegel nodded, and also took out his sickle to help. The thorns were tough and hard, and the rain was slippery, and Siegel always had a hard time cutting them.

"Find the point of force, don't just use brute force." Sir Bill demonstrated with his long sword: "Blow out the force just where you need to hit, or a little further away. Also pay attention to the weapon you hold gestures, protect your wrists, use your elbows as a support point, and use your shoulders to drive force."

"When slashing, use the blade, facing the direction of the swing. Only by adjusting these subtle angles can you ensure that your weapon does not slip away." Sir Bill taught patiently.

Siegel listened to the words, and then tried to adjust himself, but holding a sword and holding a sail are two different things, and he would still be stabbed by the rebounding thorns. It was obviously a vine wrapped around the roots of the tree, but it seemed to have life, and it always avoided the moment when the sickle was attached, resulting in the desired effect.

"You stupid boy, don't you think that these are plants and won't move? The wind, the rain, and the vibration of your steps will make the thorns sway; your shoulders, arms and fingers are not ready to use force, of course. Crooked and twisted. What kind of hatred do these plants have with you? How can you control them with so much strength? You must know that the difficulty lies in precise control, doing whatever you want, and covering the direction in which the opponent can retreat, block, and detach. Calm down first, take a deep breath, don't worry about whether the kobold will escape, don't think you will delay the progress of the task, don't be impatient, slow down, you need to learn now."

Fortunately, Siegel was not an idiot. He quickly adjusted his breathing, took a T-step with his feet, and corrected his posture bit by bit. He roped well, harpooned well, and threw the line farther than anyone on board, but he wasn't used to standing on perfectly stable land—as many seafarers do when disembarking from boats, they say It's called "waves of dizziness". Siegel has been rocking the boat for 16 years and has only been ashore for two months. He recalled in his mind the movements of Sir Bill fighting the kobolds, imitating how he used his sword to stab, how to swing his sword down, how to move his feet to avoid the kobold's short sword, how to maintain agility and balance at all times. Gradually, Siegel realized something that immediately acted on the muscular response of his entire body.

Sir Bill looked at the young man and found that he was exceptionally intelligent in the use of weapons. In the process of learning martial arts, ordinary children will repeatedly swing between right and wrong, and only after suffering can they make progress. Siegel will also be wrong many times, but as long as he can do it right once, he can completely remember the experience this time, and will only become more proficient on this basis, and will not be wrong again.

In all fairness, the tasks that the knight attendants have to learn in the first month are just fetching water, cooking, making beds, and making fires. Taking care of horses, maintaining weapons, and repairing protective gear are all tasks that attendants will only start working on for more than half a year. But Siegel not only did it all in just two months, he went far beyond the progress and could start learning simple weapon skills, which had amazed Sir Bill. Now Siegel's skill in wielding weapons has quickly left the apprentice level, and he is more and more like Jazz himself. This is definitely a good seedling for practicing martial arts.

"Very well, little brat, you've made great progress, and you're up to the job of chopping. Now you'll lead the way, and I'll lead the horse in the back." Sir Bill patted Siegel on the shoulder and put his long The sword was handed over and exchanged for the sickle.

The young entourage maintains this delicate long sword every day, and already knows its length and weight by heart. Plus Siegel is strong and powerful, so swinging the long sword doesn't take much effort for him. But he didn't know what was going on today, as long as Siegel swung the sword according to the standard movement he thought, he felt his hands and feet were hot and hot. Although this feeling is abnormal, it is very comfortable, because this heat will spread throughout the body as he continues to break through the thorns, just like drinking a refreshing sip of strong wine in the cold winter. Siegel improved his swordsmanship almost step by step, and soon he was no longer satisfied with the simple slash, but imitated all the movements that Sir Bill had shown.

The two of them marched forward faster and faster, until they could no longer feel the thorns hindering their progress. Siegel quickly chopped a path through the woods faster than a skilled gardener could trim the turf. They climbed two low slopes when the rain stopped, and Ser Bill stopped his entourage and took the sword from his hand.

Sir noticed that Siegel's fingers were shaking constantly, and his wrists also showed signs of twitching, which showed that he was a little bit out of strength, but the young man didn't notice it himself. Learning ability is not the same as applying strength. Good fighters need to slowly hone their awareness, skills and strength. Siegel's awareness and skills are like being blessed by God, and he can be described as gifted, but he still needs to exercise slowly.

"Stop and rest for a while, Siegel." Sir instructed, "I'm tired and need some wine."

Siegel pursed his lips and had to wait for instructions to stop. He tied the horse to the roots of a tree, and slowly took out a leather pouch from his backpack. The jazz sat casually on the ground, reached for the wine bag, and took a sip. He thought Siegel's standing was unsightly, so he ordered him to lie on the ground and give himself a dead fish for a while.

"Put your hands and feet up, the fish shouldn't be dead..."

The wine was purchased from Ximu Town, which is inferior and cheap. As long as it is left for a little longer, it will turn into vinegar. Sir Bill's mind was not on the wine at all, but on how to train young Siegel next.

He himself used family-style swordsmanship, mainly two-handed swords, which belonged to heavily armored warriors. It was only later that he became a mercenary, and he often faced some narrow and chaotic terrain, and the enemy would be surrounded in all directions, which was completely different from the army line on the battlefield, so he switched to a one-handed long sword.

The hilt of his long sword is slightly longer than that of ordinary one-handed swords, which can not only ensure the center of gravity when using one hand, but also take into account the feel of holding both hands. puncture. Siegel's body is still in the growth stage now, and his strength needs to be honed without too much pressure. He needs a suitable weapon.

The most suitable combat technique for Siegel's physical condition should be the elf machete, which gives full play to the flexible body movement and the fast and swift slashing. This swordsmanship, Sir Bill only has some fur, and his good friend Leia Amastasia is the master of this swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, Sir Bill couldn't help but start calculating his assets again. They didn't have much money left. If they wanted to make big money, they had to go deep into the New World, where there were still many opportunities. Ximu Town is too close to the coast and is one of the famous boat ports. People who come and go are getting familiar with the surroundings, and it is difficult to find a decent job.

Originally, he planned to stay in Ximu Town for a while to train this new squire well, and then go inland in the first half of the year. It's just that Siegel's growth has far exceeded expectations, and everything can be called a school, which greatly shortens the time schedule. Sir couldn't help thinking of the message that Dwarf Elint gave him at the tavern in Creekwood Town: "Lunar Eclipse Festival, Dragon Lion Cliff".

Sir Bill knew what his old friend meant. On the day of the lunar eclipse, which occurs once every three years, they were able to bypass the stone guards of the mine and enter the cave deep in the Dragon Lion Cliff to explore. The last time they looked like they were about to succeed, but because there was not enough time to move the treasures that were close at hand, they had to quickly exit the mine. They agreed to meet again after three years, ready to make a fortune.

The promise is that Sir will definitely go, and he misses the hospitable dwarves very much, especially the beer and roast lizards there. According to Siegel's current training progress, they also have the ability to advance westward in advance to join the dwarves in the multiforge.

"Sir, listen, it seems that something is approaching."

The two quickly became alert. They drew their weapons and hid behind the trees, carefully observing the direction of the sound. The warhorse untied the reins with his mouth and slowly paced behind Siegel to hide.

Two kobolds walked through the woods, dressed in tattered commoners and carrying short spears, arguing and fighting as they advanced. One of the kobolds, holding a dying monkey in his hands, kept shaking the trophy, causing the hapless little creature to whimper. The kobolds take pleasure in this, throwing the monkey back and forth, or slamming it to the ground. Kobolds have a natural habit of abusing weak creatures, and their capriciousness and willingness to turn their backs on their masters make them very unpopular with other races.

Sir Bill unfastened his longbow from behind, took aim, and shook his head. The woods are too dense, the kobolds are running and jumping, and the difficulty of archery is too high. So he motioned for Siegel to wait there, then changed to a long sword, lowered his body, and followed quietly.

Obeying orders is a virtue that knights must obey, so Siegel suppressed his belligerence and had to stay patiently. Since they were getting close to the kobold camp by the lake under the cover of the shower, Siegel guessed that after the two hunters had been dealt with, Sir would most likely go straight in and end the entire battle.

Sure enough, the kobold's cry came from the direction the soldier left. Sir Bill swung his sword and charged into the tents. He stepped on the slippery, stinky mud, chasing kobolds fleeing, like a farmer breaking into a flock of chickens, trying to find one for dinner. Two brave warriors charged with short spears, screaming. Jazz's light two swords ended their lives. The remaining soldiers dropped their short spears and did not dare to approach at all, and only had the courage to throw some mud and stones to resist.

Siegel boredly looked at the direction of the lake, imagining the heroic fighting style of the jazz. He believed that in addition to being able to serve the knight master well, he already had the ability to go to the battlefield. "Just give me a real sword!" Siegel couldn't help but recall the feeling that he had successfully cut through the thorns with Sir's long sword.

The black horse stretched out its head and rubbed the young man's cheek, stretched out its tongue and licked it - every time it wanted to beg some black beans to eat. 'I'm still waiting for you, stupid horse. ' Siegel thought, bending down and picking up the sack of feed.

Just then, a bright light flashed behind Siegel, slamming into the tree trunk in front of the boy. The place where it was hit left a small hole the thickness of the arrow shaft and the depth of one finger, and a flame ignited in it instantly.

Siegel was startled and hurriedly looked back. He didn't know when a person came silently behind him, wearing a gray-green robe, with a red flame pattern embroidered on the hood that covered most of his face. The man looked tall and thin, with a long wooden staff in his slender hands, with a falcon parked at the top of the staff.

"Lucky kid." The man pointed at Siegel with his free finger and muttered. A cloud of starlit mist spurted out of his sleeves and surrounded Siegel and the warhorse at once. The mist is warm and moist, and feels very comfortable on the face.

The warhorse sneezed and fell asleep on the tree.

The fog only lasted for a moment, and when it disappeared, Siegel was standing intact. The caster was surprised by this result, his intention was to put the kid to sleep so he could **** the horse and its contents.

"Go and kill him, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Falcon!" The man in the robe waved his long staff, and the falcon rose into the air, spread its wings and rushed towards Siegel. The boy finally woke up and realized that he had encountered an enemy attack, and his body and mind immediately entered a state of combat. Siegel stared at the direction of the falcon's pounce, waved his arms, grabbed the rope, and smashed the cloth bag containing the black beans hard.

The fodder bag hit the falcon with its head and face covered, and the rope was unraveled, and the beans inside fell on the ground like raindrops. Falcon whimpered, was wrapped in the bag, and fell heavily to the ground. Siegel stepped on his foot hard, only to feel a soft object under his foot, and then the object suddenly disappeared with a puff.

At this moment, Siegel's feet slipped - if it was an ordinary person, he would definitely fall down immediately, but for the seafarers who have been walking through the deck in the wind and waves all the year round, Mr. Squid just swayed and stood firm again. .

Falcon's death left the caster's face with a pained expression, but it didn't interrupt the rhythm of his battle at all. The long wooden staff knocked heavily on the ground, and as the left hand cast a spell, a purple-red light ball floated up from the top of the long staff.

The man in the robe chanted the spell, and at the same time he used his left hand to force a fan, and the ball of light flew towards Siegel like a sharp arrow from a string. The young man jumped to the side with all his might, trying to avoid the trajectory of the ball of light. But the ball drew an arc in the air like an eye, and still hit Siegel accurately in the chest.

With the muffled sound of rumbling, a huge impact force erupted from the light ball. It was like being hit hard by a heavy hammer. Siegel rolled in the air, wailing, and fell to the ground involuntarily. He felt that several ribs were broken, and his internal organs seemed to have been moved.