"Come in."
Thrand lifted his eyes, calm and wise.Legston pushed open the door, stepped on the most appropriate beat, step by step, gracefully and dignified into the bedroom, to the long table.His gaze swept over Thrland's untouched note, showing no undue emotion.Even if his heart is not at peace."
Your Excellency, I have received a letter from my father.He needs your handwritten reply, I wonder if you mind?
”It was almost evening outside, and the sky was blue and gloomy with a hint of red, reflecting the castle walls a little red.Thrand sat up straight, moved the pen holder that was shrouded in the glow from his proximity to the window, and said lightly, "Yes." ”Legston handed the letter over.Thurland took it and looked at it, knowing that the other party was just wondering about Legston's magical talents, and asked if he needed any help."
How are you going to get back to your father?"
Thurland clutched the letter and asked the young man at the long table aloud."
You said I had no talent for magic."
Legston stared at him with a mistaken gaze."
What I can teach you is not necessarily magic.""
You mean, you've changed your mind now and want to take me as your student?"
Legston raised half of his eyebrows in surprise."
If you will."
Legston gave a smile that wasn't a sneer, but it wasn't a happy one."
I'm sorry, Your Excellency.I've heard some of what Mr.
Karl has said, and I've heard that I'm a little similar to your 'average' student - sorry, I'm not trying to challenge your majesty, but it's, well, I don't want to have more similarities with him - Your Excellency, do you see what I mean?
”"That's why you're rejecting a Dharma God?"
Thrand raised his eyes, "Because he's my student, you're going to refuse to have the same status as him?"
”Thrand stood up and stepped out from behind the long table, his gaze fixed on the young man's face."
Legston, I want you to understand what you're saying and doing.On this continent, there are only seven Dharma Gods and Martial Gods combined, and I am the only strong person who has passed the training of Godhead.What you are now rejecting is not a mage, but a demigod, and your only chance to break through the Saint Seiya and become a Martial God. ”Legstone pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and did not speak."
Legston, raise your eyes and look at me!"
Thurand raised his voice slightly, and ordered him in a tone that could not be refused, "Now, listen to your inner voice, and tell me in your voice, are you going to reject me?"
Refuse an invitation from a Fa god who wants to accept you as a student, and then stupidly and recklessly go on a rampage on the path of cultivation?
”"You think I'm on a rampage on my cultivation?"
Legston jerked his eyes up and slammed into Thrand with an unflinching, unconvinced look, "I'm only twenty-six years old, and as you say, I'm as young as a child.But aside from my experience and temperament, I don't think my 26 years of accomplishment have been anything but a rampage. ”"Ho."
Thurland sneered meaninglessly, and turned to sit down again behind the long table.He placed the unfolded letter on top of the note on the side.Then take out another letter from the storage ring on your hand."
Open it and take a look."
He handed the letter to Legston.Legston was stunned when he saw the contents of the letter.These are his father's own letters, one by one, recording any of his life experiences from birth to the present that are enough to surprise adults.For example, when he was a child, he fell into the water because of playfulness, and as a result, he sensed Douqi by mistake, and began to practice Douqi.
For example, when he was dueling with someone at the Fighter Academy, he realized a new layer of fighting spirit because he was injured; For example, after he provoked the dragon knight, he was chased by the dragon knight for three days and three nights and strayed into the holy land of the dragon clan, not only did not die there, but was recognized by the dragon clan, and under the guidance of the dragon patriarch, he successfully broke through to the realm of the saint seiya.None of these things seemed to Legston to be a big deal, and he never hid his good fortune and legendary experiences, but now that Thrand had deliberately brought them out, the meaning was self-evident."
I don't deny that you have a talent and luck that most people don't have, but have you noticed that your good luck is the root cause of your own death?"
Thrand paused, looking him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, "And where your good fortune comes from, I believe you know better than I do." ”Legston is certainly well aware.He clearly remembered what his father had said—"Your Excellency the First Dharma God has blessed you, and your life will be safe and smooth, there will be no evil to violate, no darkness to entangle, and you will be the darling of God and the pride of light."
Thinking of this, Legston was a little speechless.When a person's good fortune or most of his achievements come from another elder, and he once swore that he felt that he could match this elder, now the other party finds out this fact, which is simply a slap in the face.So is he going to admit that he is not that strong and good?
No, it must have been the delusion that Thrand had deliberately channeled to him.So do you refute that the other party is a strong person?
But compared to Thrland's strength, he was indeed insignificant.Legston was silent and persistent, gritting his teeth and refusing to admit defeat, even in the face of the invisible pressure that Thrand brought him.He didn't believe he was really that bad.His Excellency is clearly deliberate.Thrand thought it was a little funny."
I don't understand what you're trying to do?
You have been stuck in the realm of Saint Seiya for four years, and you have not made any progress or understanding in the past four years, and you don't know what you lack or need.To put it more strictly, from the moment you step into the Dou Qi cultivation, you don't really understand the meaning of power, and how to enhance it and use it. ”"It's like a child who has a sharp sword from birth.He held this sword unrivaled among his peers, and as he grew, the sword became more and more suitable for him; However, this sword can only be so sharp, it will not become sharper or dull because of the strength or weakness of its master. ”"In other words, your good fortune has come to an end, boy."
The last two words Thrand said with some playfulness, and he did not deny that he was deliberately distorting the facts, because even if Legston had unparalleled good fortune, he could not deny his excellence.After all, good luck is never the root cause of a person's ability to become a strong person.In addition to good fortune, Legston also has a strong mind, a keen sense of understanding, and the courage and courage to give it a chance when given the opportunity.But he certainly won't say it.- Jokes, say it to make this kid proud and then continue to feel good about himself in front of him, and make a mess/bother/pester him every day?
He didn't want to be annoyed to death by this child who was carried away by love.The author has something to say: Squat: My wife must be fooling me.Lazy: Smiling.jpg in fact, squatting is to be able to marry a wife in the future, so it is not easy to marry someone back home, so this kid thinks very far hahaha, Black History Seventeen Legston's silence has finally come to an end.He slowly raised his head and looked directly at the handsome mage behind the long table."
Maybe you're right, my good fortune has grown with me and made me where I am now, but Your Excellency, you have forgotten that good luck is also part of a person's strength.I'm now the youngest Saint Seiya on the continent, and that's the result.This result is enough to prove that I am good, and I will continue to do so. ”He paused, and looked at the expression of the person opposite with an inquiring gaze, "Moreover, I think most of the strong people have good luck, otherwise why would some people still be ordinary people after working hard all their lives?"
”"Go on."
Thrand nodded.Legston's expression paused for a moment, but he still stubbornly continued, "Just like you, your life experience is like a perfect story woven by the gods, good fortune always comes just right, and opportunity always follows unexpectedly; Your Excellency, your achievements today are not all due to talent. ”Thrand straightened up slightly and looked up at Legston, "Of course, I've never denied my good luck. ”His expression seemed to signify, but it didn't.Legston hesitated, and he wanted to wait for Thrand to continue, but sorry, Thrand stopped here and did not continue to speak.Thraland leaned back into his chair, his eyebrows drooping.It wasn't until Legston gradually realized the strangeness of the atmosphere at this time that he suddenly raised his gaze, his eyes indifferent and detached, "It's good that you have the recklessness and boldness that belongs only to young people."
Maybe you're right, you don't need my teaching, you're good enough to handle the rest of your life. ”"Your Excellency the Law God......"
Legston's heart jumped slightly, he felt that he had touched something he shouldn't touch, and Thrand's eyes and attitude had obviously changed."
I want to say one last word to you before you walk through this door."
Thrand looked at him carefully, his voice slow and low, "There can be many options for a thing, and different choices correspond to countless different outcomes.What you call 'result' is just one of them, it is the 'result' of your 'good fortune'.Legston, if you're smart enough, understand that good luck will always run out one day.Smart people are good at taking advantage of their good luck, and stupid people are good at consuming their good luck. ”Legston's eyes flickered, he understood what Thraland meant at this moment, and he was clearly aware of Thrland's mood swings.The faint and subtle mood swings were not pleasant, but they were not anger, they were just a kind of exhaustion and burnout that was reminded of the past experience—a feeling so clearly imprinted in Legston's mind that it was hard for him to ignore.He thought that his previous words must have touched on His Excellency's past, something he didn't understand, and His Excellency the Dharma God couldn't forget, which was why the other party was so unceremoniously expelled.Legston was eager to know the secrets, but it was clear that now was not the time."
Go down."
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Thrand sat in a wide chair, his posture did not change much, his right hand resting on the armrest, his whole body hidden under the loose white mage robes, the whole person was extremely quiet, elegant to the extreme, and noble to the extreme.Legston's eyes sank, and he quietly suppressed the restlessness that had swelled up in his heart, and bowed his head and retreated.And the moment he closed the door, he saw the mage, who had been sitting steadily, raise his right hand, and slowly, as if unrestrained, gradually pressed against his forehead—it was a tiredness and exhaustion that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and even Legston's breath was held in breath at a glance.Legston regretted it.He closed the door quietly and stood in the hallway for a long, long time.He was annoyed and blamed for himself, hated and helpless.He hated his own recklessness, annoyed by his ignorance of the past, and helpless at Thrand's refusal.If he knew that his unintentional confession would bring such a heavy blow to His Excellency the Dharma God, he would rather kill himself than say such a thing.But now it's too late.Because of his ignorance and his recklessness, His Excellency the Dharma God regained those memories.Legston this.
The night is destined to be sleepless.And for the next half a month, he didn't really fall asleep.Thrand's stay at Serquecalo Castle did not last long.Karl followed Thurland's instructions to place blessings for the villages near the fortress, and left the token of Lord Fashen, and the group set off again.This time Glendall Eric and Esso were added to the squad.Glendole was a loyal samurai, he studied swordsmanship, and possessed a small amount of sword energy in his body.Thrand would occasionally point him out during his travels, and he made rapid progress.As for Esso, Karl kept him by his side and taught him personally.Thurland also had enough trust in Carl and didn't interfere much.Legston has been keeping a close distance from Thrand these days, very peaceful, and even a little deliberately distant.Thrand knew what he was hiding, but he wouldn't wake him up.After all, Thraland was very satisfied with the result now, so satisfied that he even had a little better appetite."
Is our next destination, Sol City?"
Legston asked Carl on the side."
I don't know.No one knows what Lord Fajin thinks, we just need to follow the instructions of the Lord and move forward. ”Legston frowned, "I feel the darkness spreading north. ”The implication is that if they follow in the footsteps of the darkness, then their current roadmap is wrong.After all, the city of Thor is located in the west of the continent, and the darkness is heading north."
We'll head north along the Armiteven Mountains to the Monata Giant Wood Forest."
Thurland passed by a few people and said lightly, "It's time to go." ”He got into the carriage, closed his eyes and began to meditate.The Armiti Vina Mountains were a slender mountain range on the border between the Hebaan and Nu/Erman empires, separating the two empires as far north as the Monata Giant Wood Forest.It was an ancient forest where the elves had retreated.The darkness spread quickly, and none of the villages they passed through were spared.Legstone could feel the silence of Lord Hoshin and the psychology that seemed to be studying something.They did their best to save the poor human beings.The power of light manifests itself at this time with its strength and gentleness.As they continued to advance, the news began to spread on the continent that the Light Mage was traveling around the continent and helping ordinary humans.Most people were looking forward to the arrival of the white-robed mage.But none of them could guess or change the path of the Light Mage.Gradually, as the darkness continues to spread, the news of the devastation of human cities keeps coming.Thrand and his party finally approached the Giant Wood Forest.In the evening of this day, they chose to stop at the foot of the mountain to rest.It was still Pique and Esso who prepared the rest of the dinner, and Carl who prepared the dinner of the God-sama.Glendole and Legston are fighting, Legston is younger, but his fighting skills and fighting awareness are not much weaker than Glendle's.Glendole was a free swordsman before following Thrand and had no fixed allegiance or team; He can trade with anyone, and he's happy to help any team that can get him paid.This has made him live a life of licking blood from the knife all the time.Although he tried to avoid overly dangerous actions for the sake of his beloved female mage, he was sorry, he was not the darling of the gods, and he was always confronted with danger of one kind or another, and even hung by a thread many times.This results in his moves being aggressive and full of murderous intent.Legston is a fighting skill, and Glendole is a killing skill.The battle between the two became more and more serious, and gradually began to bring a fierce wind with every move.Thraland sat on the blanket that Carl had prepared, with high pillows behind him - Karl always created better conditions to give Thraland the most comfortable enjoyment.So Thrand has always been satisfied with his butler."
My lord, Eric is only a swordsman after all."
Although the swordsman also has sword qi in his body, Glendall Eric is only a free swordsman, an ordinary civilian, and he does not have the qualifications and conditions to learn advanced swordsmanship, which leads to his inability to become a strong man regardless of whether he has talent or not.And Legston, he's a Saint Seiya.Even if he doesn't use his fighting spirit, the oppression he brings is still there.What's more, Carl didn't trust this young boy to keep his fighting spirit in his hands - he would be impatient when he found that he couldn't defeat the brave Eric with his swordsmanship alone."
He won't."
Thurand quietly flipped through the notes in his hand, "If he didn't even have such self-control and tolerance, then he wouldn't be the youngest Saint Seiya on the continent." ”Carl wasn't surprised at all that Lord Fajin was able to see through his thoughts, he just cared a little about Lord Fajin's praise for the other party.Legstone has finally settled down these days, but don't entangle/entangle it again because of the praise of Lord Fashen!"
There's nothing to worry about."
Thrand motioned for him not to disturb himself.Carl quietly retreated to the other side of the campfire and continued to prepare dinner with Piqueeso.When dinner was ready, Legston and Glendole stopped fighting.They put their arms around each other's shoulders and walked over laughing."
I have to admit that you are an amazing swordsman!"
Legston patted Glendole on the shoulder and laughed heartily.As if all the depression during this period of time was expressed in this fight, his eyebrows no longer showed sorrow, but the vigor and happiness of a young man.Glendole also admired Legstone, "Your swordsmanship is the most tricky and fierce I've ever seen, if it weren't for the countless battles I've experienced and the teachings of Master Mage some time ago, I wouldn't have been able to resist your moves - it's hard to imagine, how can you have such a strange way of fighting?"
”He was telling the truth, and Legston was so unexpected.His haphazard attacks always kept him in a hurry.And he was able to resist for such a long time, in addition to the accumulation of past combat experience, more because of the mage-sama's occasional guidance some time ago—even if it was such a short and small guidance, he also benefited a lot.This made him even more respectful and in awe of his master."
But you resisted in the end, which shows that I am always inferior to you."
Legston generously admits his shortcomings, "It stands to reason that unexpected moves can always interrupt the opponent's next move and give yourself a chance to win."
But you've resisted for so long, and if I hadn't picked up my speed at the end, I'm afraid I'd have lost to you. ”Glendole patted him on the shoulder, "You are so modest, are you from the far east?"
I heard that this is the most good character of the Oriental, hahaha!
”The two laughed and joked to each other, and Thrand put down his notes and began to eat gracefully.Legstone approached, and saw Thrand eating without raising his eyes, his eyes darkened, and finally he and Glendole sat down opposite Lord Fax.He asks Peake for some wine and gives it to Glendle.Glendole politely declined, "Drowsy alcohol may not be suitable for me at vigil." ”Legston bumped him with his elbow and laughed, "What's there to worry about?"
I'll keep a vigil with you, it's hard for a fighter to get drunk!
”Glendole didn't take the drink in the end, he knew who he was loyal to, Legstone was his friend, but Master Mage was his master.He would never joke with the safety of his master.Carl was so pleased with Glendoel's refusal that he even mentioned Eric's swordsmanship to him again after the god had finished his meal.Peake and Esso had already climbed into their tent to rest, and Thrand put down the half-read Magical Creature Illustrated Book and asked Carl, "So what are you hinting at me?"
”Carl hurriedly shook his head, "No, I didn't mean anything. ”He said it seriously and with a righteous face, and if it wasn't someone who knew him well, he wouldn't be able to see what he was secretly thinking in his heart.Thrand was a little amused in his heart, reached out and handed the book to Carl, and turned to Glendall who was chatting not far away."
Take your sword and wait for me in the woods next to you."
Glendoyle, who was listening to Legston's speech, was stunned for a moment, and then was overjoyed under Carl's crazy eyes, and quickly got up and saluted, "Yes, my lord!"
”He slammed into each other like this, and it seemed to irritate Legston beside him.Legston stood up, inevitably gloomy on his face.- Your Excellency has called Eric!
Oh, my God!
He called Eric, but he ignored me!
Legston's mind was constantly filled with this sentence, his mind was completely confused by alcohol, and only the deepest desire in his heart was still claming and tormenting him!
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☆、Black History Eighteen Grundall went to the grove to wait for Lord Fashen。
Legston watched Thrand and Karl say a few words of advice, and went into the woods.His eyes were red.When Carl passed by him, he glanced at him and couldn't help but reach out and poke him in the shoulder, "Crying?
”Legstone pushed his hand away and took two steps forward, his back showing a wordless stubbornness.You're crying!
Your whole family is crying!
Legston roared inwardly.He is a dignified little duke of the Quetrondo Empire, how can he cry!
He just drank too much wine and felt aggrieved!
What a rotten wine!
Rotten wine!
It made him so uncomfortable!
Legston roared inwardly.Carl couldn't help but roll his eyes, "You think I want to deal with you, huh." ”He didn't expect Aruman who had drunk to be so naïve, which made him a little speechless now.Legston was even more aggrieved when he heard this, he had never felt so bad.Why did His Excellency the Dharma God ignore him, why did His Excellency the Dharma God make him so sad and uncomfortable, should love be so sad and painful?
Why?
Woo woo, it turns out that he really wants to cry.The little duke was so aggrieved that he couldn't do it.The sad little duke stood for a moment, and began to walk towards the grove with his feet raised.Karl hurriedly followed two steps and wanted to stop him, but as soon as he thought that Lord God would let him prepare some sobering medicine for Aruman to eat before letting him go to the grove, he spread his hands and didn't stop - anyway, Lord Fashen meant to let Aruman go to the grove, and as for whether to take sobering pills or not, the housekeeper didn't care.Carl stood in place with his hands folded, suppressing the little excitement in his heart, and resolutely refused to admit that he deliberately let Aruman go to the grove to make a fool of himself!
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In the legends of the people on the continent, Thrand is a great and legendary magician, whose magic surpasses all the strong people on the continent and reaches the point of becoming a god.Legston had always thought so until today.He thought Thraland was just a powerful magician.Even if he knows how to fight, it is because of his wisdom, his age, and his experience.Not really.In the dark grove, Thrand didn't light up the surroundings with his magic, but instead held a dead branch in his hand, and fought in the darkness with the swordsman on the other side.His movements were unhurried, and every time he unstruck the sword, he was careless, but every time he was able to block the long sword of the opposite swordsman.Not only was Legston surprised, but Glendole, who was sparring, was even more shocked.He remembered the only thing Master Mage had said when he came to him, and that was: Attack me with all your might.He was shocked and apprehensive.Like Legston, he thinks of the mage as a mediocre magician, not a samurai.Until he was picked open by the mage-master and held the long sword against his throat.It only took one trick!
After the swordsman retrieved the sword, he began to treat this swordsmanship instruction with twelve points of spirit.He understood what Mr.
Karl meant, Master Mage would lead him into a world of powerhouses that he had never experienced before.The grove was much darker than outside, and at the same time there were trees one after another, and there were weeds, leaves, and shrubs under the feet, and there was always a more or less chaotic sound when you put your feet down.There was also the wheezing of the swordsman and the vibration of the dancing sword, which sounded in all directions.The only one who was silent and calm was the mage across from him.Same as when it came; The same spotless, the same calm eyebrows, the same gentle breath, even the dead branches in his hands do not carry the slightest sound of wind.Then the dead branch was sent to the swordsman again in the blink of an eye, against his jaw.The swordsman tilted his chin slightly, avoiding the small forks on the dead branches.The dead branch moved to his throat as if to warn.Immediately, Thrand put down the dead branch, turned his back and asked the swordsman behind him, "Tell me how you feel." ”The swordsman swallowed quietly and looked at the person opposite with trepidation, "Master Mage......
The speed doesn't seem to be fast. ”He paused, thought carefully about the trick just now, and added, "It's not sharp enough, there is no murderous aura, no sword aura......
Nothing. ”The swordsman thought about it, and he broke out in a cold sweat, he only now realized that in the battle he had just made, he couldn't even feel the mage himself—if he had blindfolded, he would not have known that there was such a person around him who could kill him with a sword.Thrand didn't speak, he took a few steps to the side, and there was a sound of shredded robes brushing the blades of grass under his feet, "Is there a sound?"
”The swordsman was a little stunned, he nodded, and replied to the mage, "Yes, my lord, there is." ”"Now, you still think I'm not making a sound?"
Thurland asked him.The swordsman's face was a little hot, but he already understood what the mage meant."
You mean, you made a sound, but I didn't know?"
Thraland no longer answered him, instead turned to look at Legston in the dark, "What do you see?"
”Legston's eyes lit up suddenly, like a fierce beast that sees its prey in the night, and fiercely and happily met the gaze of His Excellency the Dharma God in the darkness.His Excellency has spoken to him!
His Excellency is so dazzling that even in the dark, he can't hide his light!
Legston looked at each other in such obsessive admiration that he almost forgot to answer His Excellency's question.Fortunately, he wasn't drunk to that point."
I see ......"
Legston found his voice unusually hoarse as soon as he spoke, he closed his mouth and swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, pressed the strangeness between his throats, and spoke again, "You have already judged the direction of the next attack of the Swordsman before he made a move, so you have been moving slowly, but you have no flaws in containing the Swordsman." ”Thurland nodded, satisfied, "What else?"
”“…… In fact, I see that you have never been more than three steps away from where you are standing. ”Legston finished speaking, and the swordsman was shocked.He looked down, and sure enough, he found that the two of them had been fighting for so long, and the only person who had been constantly changing directions and continuing to attack was himself!
He looked up at the mage, "How did you do that?"
”He was so shocked, too shocked, this is a mage?
This is God at all!
Thrand didn't reply to him immediately, but waited until Legston came close before explaining to both of them at the same time."
Swordsmanship is for the enemy, not for showing off or adorning oneself.""
Erik, your problem is that you are too focused on your opponent and ignore your own shortcomings.""
Arumman, your problem is that you take yourself too seriously and ignore the shortcomings of your opponent.""
Both of you have a lot of problems, and it is not possible to solve these fighting habits and ideas that have been wrong from the beginning.""
The formation of new fighting ideas and habits requires not only the precipitation of time, but also a keen understanding and infinite patience.It requires you to take the trouble to ponder, practice repeatedly, and keep summing up. ”"The reason why I have not told you this until now is because your qualifications have met my requirements, and in the future, I need you to fight at least ten times a day, and each time you have to summarize the shortcomings of the other party and your own."
Legston and Glendole looked at each other and saluted with their right fists, "Yes, Your Excellency." ”Thrand stepped back and said to Glendole, "Draw your sword." ”Glendole subconsciously lifted the sword in his hand and stabbed at Thrand.Thraland didn't move, the dead branch in his hand was picked at the opponent's wrist as Glendole approached, Glendall withdrew his sword with experience, and Thraland was already on his left side, and the dead branch was across his neck."
Your shoulders, chest, arms, hands.
Your legs, your feet, even your breath, your eyes, tell me where you're going to attack next. ”Thurland put away the dead branches, "If you have enough observation and adaptability, then you can definitely defeat Legston in ten moves." ”As Thrand said the previous paragraph, Legstone was still thinking about the other man's words with his still alcohol-filled head, but he was not happy to hear the last sentence.There was still a grieved and depressed light in his eyes, revealing a glimmer of light in the dark woods."
I can learn too."
He said.Thrand nodded, "Aren't you studying?"
”Legston felt that the other party was right, but it didn't seem right, as if something had been deliberately ignored.His mind didn't react for a moment.Thurland didn't care about Legston's sluggishness after drinking, and he asked the swordsman who was looking down in thought on the other side, "Can you now figure out why you were sent to the woods where there is no light?"
”When the swordsman heard this, he immediately replied, "Because there is no light here, it is easier to capture the voice of the opponent."
There are more obstructions, which is conducive to creating more noise to disrupt the opponent - if you can keep the sound to a minimum like an adult. ”"When you can accurately predict your opponent's next move, it will naturally become slack, precise and powerful."
Thraland has always been patient in teaching his students, so he doesn't mind Glendall's mistakes, "The training of the ears is much easier and faster than the training of the eyes.You should be able to perceive that the first time I fought you, I relied on my ears; But just now, it's the eyes. ”"Yes."
The swordsman replied respectfully.After a few moments, the swordsman stopped talking.Thurland nodded, "I know your doubts, you want to know if this way of fighting is lethal enough. ”Thrand unleashed a lighting spell that brightened the three of them in the darkness.The corners of his lips hooked almost invisibly, and in the next second, an invisible powerful murderous aura suddenly attacked, directly shaking Glendole and Legston who were standing in place, unable to move!