"Thorn, thorn, Yesar, thorn, thorn!" As the weapon master of the Tallinn Confederate, Oferet de Liber, roared, sturdily beat him in the hand.

"Aw!" Yesar yelled, and raised his iron rod again.

"Get your right hand up and see how my right arm is moving. Captain, your right hand must be running around like a snake! Let me be dazzled!"

Yesar swung awkwardly with a heavy iron rod. This is a kind of torture. His fingers, wrists, foreheads, and shoulders were painful every time he pressed hard, his body was soaked with sweat, and the beads of sweat ran down the cheeks. The weapon master Oferé de Libel easily blocked his weak offense. "Now, cut! Cut to the left!"

Yesar ’s left arm did his best and lifted the blacksmith ’s big forging hammer towards the old man ’s head-to be honest, he could only barely lift the **** damn thing, his arm was soft like noodles, sour Like lemon. The weapon master Oferé de Libel only took one easy step, and the stick hit him hard.

"Ouch!" Yesar wailed, and stumbled back. In a hurry, the hammer slipped from his weak hand and hit him on the foot. "Ah!" As he screamed and bent down to grab his toes, the iron bar slammed on the floor. As a result, Oferé de Libelle came back as he did, and the crisp sound of reverberation echoed in the courtyard. He fell over in the sting.

"It's so pitiful!" The old man shouted. "You really embarrassed me in front of Major West!" The major rocked his chair back and forth, holding his voice and trembling with a smile. Yesar stared at the spotless boots wiped by the weapon master, and didn't mean anything.

"Get up, Captain Dan Luta!" O'Ferre de Liber said, "at least my time is precious!"

"Okay! Okay!" Yesar climbed up tiredly, standing under the scorching sun and shaking, gasping and sweating.

Oferé de Libel approached and smelled his breath. "Have you already drunk today?" He asked, his little grey beard standing up. "Undoubtedly, I drank it last night!" Yesar said nothing. "Okay, you **** have you! We have a mission, Captain Dan Luta. This mission cannot be completed by me alone! It is only four months from the Sword Fighting Contest. It takes four months to train you into swordsmanship Grandmaster!"

Oferé de Libert looked forward to his answer, but Yesar did not know what to do. Seriously, he only participated in the sword fighting contest to please his father, but the old antique certainly didn't want to listen, he didn't want to get a few more sticks. "Bah!" Oferet de Liber yelled at Yesar's face, turned away, and clasped the stick with his hands behind his back.

"Ofer de Leiber-" Yesar said. Before he finished talking, the old man had turned around and the stick sticked on his stomach impartially. #b ......

br # "Ouch." Yesar yelled and collapsed. Oferé de Libert stood before him.

"It seems you have to run me up, Captain."

"Ouch."

"Give me from here to the Black Tower, then bypass the Black Tower to the administrative area, and then run to the observation tower on the bridge. We will know when you arrive and will see your performance. Majors and I will Please relax and kill a game of chess on the roof, "he pointed to a six-story building behind him." The roof is clear from the top of the tower. My monocle will not let you go, so this time you wo n’t There's a chance of cheating! "He said to Jessar's head. …

"Ouch!" Yesar called, rubbing his head.

Seeing the performance of Yesar, As a world-famous weapon master, Oferé de Libert was not going to fight. When Audlik-Kaosus invited him to come to the island, he did not want to come, but the young man who is now a hot seven-port alliance leader has a strong family background, and he really wanted to Find a place that can be used as a retirement pension.

So here he came, originally as he imagined, lonely and backward, and except for a group of outbreaks or later a group of illiterate mobs. But the mob children of the Spellcaster Academy changed his opinion somewhat, and they showed great respect for learning his skills.

Of course, what changed his opinion were the wizards in the Fatalin Association. He always thought that the wizards were weirdoes hiding in their wizard towers and doing strange things. Of course, this view has not changed, but most of the wizards in the association have come to his class.

He is also very serious about the combat skills he teaches, and always asks some strange questions, such as what kind of combat skills should he use when he releases a spell. To be honest, this problem really bothered him for a long time at first. In his view, magic, such a mysterious thing can solve all enemies, why should we consider the fighter ingenuity?

In his view, the night owl who died young early is a pity. If he can focus on swordsmanship instead of magic, he can definitely become the top swordsman in the world. But considering his achievements when he died, magic seems to be far stronger than swordsmanship. At least for himself, he thought he had no way to kill the King of Burtania in a group of knights.

As for the others, Amen Cannon, the president of the Fatalin Association, is a master of boxing. He has seen such people before, but most of them swear to not adapt to steel because of belief or some reason, so most of the techniques they use are attack methods that quickly kill the other party by abolishing the other party's joints or attacking the fatal part.

But when a person is wearing full armor, the difficulty of these means to multiply. At this point, he had to admire the power of magic ...

force. At the same time, Amen Cannon's skills have been refined, he has no longer even the basic skills, but began to think about strategic issues. This is actually the first step to become a master of weapons. He still feels sorry for this. Another master chose to study these mysterious things.

Of course, it's not that people who don't have other ideas, that Falheim, and Baien, although the two mages asked different questions, but their general wishes are similar. All want to know from him whether there is any quick, simple, violent means. He thought he had more knowledge in his life than the two of them, so he patiently told the two of them from the simplest use of small crossbows to poisoning, assassination, etc. He had met while serving in the court of the Marnus Empire s things.

But what he did not expect was that these two people sneered at it, and more than a hundred examples refuted the crude and obscene means he knew, and also told him in detail as through rumours, hints, differentiation, buyouts, claims, etc. To achieve the goal. To be honest, after listening to these, he felt that these two people were not worthy of being called mages. They were simply the most proficient and inferior donors in the Marnus Empire. …

But as time went on, he knew a little about the limitations of some magic, as well as conventional defense methods. To tell the truth, he felt that he had learned a lot. He never thought that he could still learn more new things in his later years. If it weren't for him, he even wanted to learn magic.

The magic may be too mysterious. He went to some courses at the caster academy. Some of them explained, especially about the use of power and the structure of the human body. Although he still could n’t accept the anatomy of the body, even He has killed many people and injured many people's bodies, but he has never observed the inside of a person so carefully.

But these two disciplines alone made him suddenly realize a lot of things before, and understand why many actions can only be done in this way, and many skills can be improved.

But as a swordsmanship coach for Yesar, it was indeed because his father spent a lot of money to invite him. However, there are still other wishes. One is that Yesar does have a good foundation and is likely to become a great master of swordsmanship. At the same time, Midel Hunter, a swordsman who was recommended to Fatalin by Audlik-Kaosus at that time, was not optimistic in the first few years, and has now become a national idol on Fatalin Island.

Middle-Hunter Swordsmanship is simply an alternative. He encourages swordsmen to use muskets, and even encourages fighters to use muskets as their main weapons. Swords are only used to keep a distance from the enemy. At the same time, in order to prove that he was correct, he contacted to participate in two sword fights on Fatalin Island, and each time he won the championship.

He can also do it for Offeret de Liber, and it is very easy. After all, most of the participants are young people, and there are some mercenaries. Most of the mercenaries use the sword skills they usually use to save their lives. Come to fight, but the sword fighting and the battlefield are not at all ...

The same as ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ among them, the characters who didn't enter the third round at first, until recently some talents began to show their heads in the popular games.

The main participants are students, these students have a good foundation, but that's all. Middle-Hunt can certainly beat them easily, but Middle-Hunt did not do this, but used one of the most gorgeous but also the most useless swordsmanship to fight them fiercely, exhausting energy in this group of children Before defeating each other in one move.

It really looks like two elaborate swordsmen are fighting swords, but anyone with a clear eye can tell that this is just acting. However, this thing is enough to force fools. The audience of Fatalin Island is very enthusiastic about this kind of game, and it seems that they are on the field.

So in order to defend the honor of the sword, he challenged Middle-Hunt in private. They will not duel, but their apprentices can go to duel. And Yesar is the student he chose, but unfortunately this student has the physical qualities of a natural swordsman, but not the heart of a natural swordsman.

"When we reached the top of the tower, we immediately returned after seeing it, and ran back at the fastest speed. That's right, if we didn't come back after we finished the game, we ran again." Oferé de Libert said angrily .

Yesar shrank.

The weapon master added, "Major West's quartet plays very well. It will probably take me half an hour to defeat him. You better start right away."

Yesar staggered to his feet, cursing and jogging towards the arch at the far end of the courtyard.

"Hurry up, Captain!" Oferé de Liber yelled behind him. Yesar's legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he could barely move forward.

"Raise your legs!" Major West shouted cheerfully.