This is undoubtedly a pity.
These people may never understand what they have missed in their lives.
And he was just as lucky.
When he saw Huang Huos eyes just now, when he revisited the battle, he found that there was something more in his heart. For swordplay, something seemed to fade to him all the way. The desire for victory is no longer what he had calculated in his heart.
It became a simple pursuit and longing. Suddenly, Bredel found that his combat talent had gradually evolved from innate to innate, becoming a pure and more intuitive thing.
That kind of thing is not to calculate the gains and losses of one sword, but to know that you want to win, how to win, you cannot quantify, you cannot use words to describe, it is the understanding in your heart.
If at this moment let him replay the previous battle again, when Boban pressed him with a mirror to stop the water. Now his first choice may be to go straight to the sword, instead of carefully putting away his own line of rules.
The former is intuitive. The latter is experience.
He relied so much on his own experience that it was his most precious asset. Whether it ’s your own understanding of swordplay, your understanding of battle, or your understanding of past history, of everything in the Amber Sword game
Both were his greatest reliance and proud pride.
He used to be afraid of what to do if he had lost all of this, or that it no longer worked.
Now he has the answer.
When Bredel opened his eyes, he seemed to see a smooth road in front of him. The inspiration for him in this battle with Blanc was almost inferior only to the harvest of his first grandfather in a dream.
The former gave him the answer to Bredel life, and the latter gave him the answer to the future.
Only victory
But he didnt have much surprise or even surprise in his mind, because he knew that his battle with the deputy marshal did not result in all of this, it should be said that it was just an inducement.
Since he left the Elemental Barrier, or since he fought against the Silver Queen and the many empire masters of the empire, constant fighting and increasing knowledge have finally made him surpass his past self at this moment.
Maybe there is still a lack of strength.
But he understood that it was just an illusion formed by the power of a slate. One day when he perfected his body again, he would get more than that power.
When he wants to understand this.
Suddenly he felt the holy sword Odysseus trembled, as if echoing the feelings in his heart, and then in his surprised eyes, he felt a golden flame spreading like a flame in his mind. Lines, then lines of text appear on them.
Bredel suddenly understood.
That is Sword Art.
Complete, the heritage of Gilt the Fire King.
Shown in his eyes.
…
Instaron and Targus stood silently in a messy street, and Lord Rosalins lord became unconscious after being unconscious and had no effect on the two of them.
After the Cavaliers witnessed the battle between Boban and Bredel , even if they replaced their brains with their knees to think about the problem, they could not continue to attack the latter. Therefore, although the street is noisy, the main chaos revolves around Lord Rosalin, and Bredel is followed by the captain of the guard. With the gaze of the two, the others behaved in an orderly manner.
The guy who just scolded him for a long time didnt know where he had gone. If he wanted to come, he might have to take off the knights skin and never dare to return to this place.
Although Instaron thinks that Lord Count Tonigerd may not have such a small family and would care about such a guy, but he also understands the other partys ideas. After all, he dares to use his own life as a gambler in this world. Its rare.
But among those who are truly desperate, he feels that he should be regarded as the best among them. He not only dared to joke about his ‘existence’ for the undead, life was meaningless, only existence had value, and even dared to joke the head of the supreme master of the empire.
If he fails, its not just him who loses his head, the family of his close friend Targus will be uprooted, and even the dark country he likes will not be able to recover.
But there are always some lunatics in this world, he is, Targus is, and he believes that the emperor is also the same.
He could see the deepest madness from her magnificent eyes. She came to this world with a mercury staff not to save Madara, but to satisfy the uncontrollable rule in her heart .
He believes that the favor of the mercury staff stems from a similar madness.
“Because we are a dull and monotonous existence, we know this very well. Although we try hard to avoid seeing it ourselves, sometimes we have to admit that because time and life have no meaning to us, Except for the few guys who are nesting in Walmin who take hundreds of years of boring experiments as fun, most of us are crazy and tend to self-destruct … “
“Its just that this kind of destruction is special and hidden and difficult to find. We started the war not to compete for resources for survival, but to prove the existence of the empire.”
“Because existence is too heavy for us …”
Instaron murmured to himself, retelling a phrase spoken by the great Lich Ocasseau hundreds of years ago. He looked back at his partner and asked:
“I was wondering whether the two of us had such a subconscious mind in making this plan?”
Targus shook his head. He is a serious person. Life is as strict and regular as a clockwork clock. There are no meaningful or meaningless disputes: Counting, you are only twenty-five years old, and I am two hundred and fifty years old, in the new generation of vampires. For us, this feeling is inevitably a little sad, but it is not because we feel it. “
… (to be continued)
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 125 Ambush XI
Instaron opened his mouth wide. ▲ ∴ 三 ▲ ∴ 江 阁 ▲ ∴ ，
He almost froze: “… Oh my god, you said such a long nonsense just to refute me? Should I feel glorious or overwhelmed by this, as if this is the first time since I knew you, still With my old man, what you said is a bit of a nine-phoenix. I dont know if you have the talent of a linguist? “
Targus glanced at him: “Its always been, but you didnt notice it. Until my 100th birthday, I always thought I would be a scholar.”
The poor Lord Black rolled his eyes.
“So what do you say?” He pointed to Bredel , and pointed to Boban next to Bredel . “Thats Blanc, you know who he is, a generation of heroes in the duchy. Gosh, if we bring these two people back to eternity, we will wait for Your Majesty to cut our heads. “
Targus looked there, a little silent.
“Take a step and look at it,” he replied.
“Thats not what you said, Targus.”
“Its not like it,” Targus replied, “because it is.”
Instalon first discovered that his buddy was actually a little humorous, although he might not think so.
Now he started to admit that the other party really has the potential to become a scholar, because they are as neurotic as he thinks.
But that doesnt do much for eggs.
…
“Column five, line seven … line eight …”
Delphien struggling to support her body on a ladder, her face as white as tissue, sweat like rain, and densely spread on her almost transparent skin.
But she was careful not to let any drop of sweat contaminate the bookshelf, which was a fatal mistake and must not be allowed.
Her eyes stayed on one of the books. There were often traces on the bookshelf. The gilt engraved name on the thick large spine of the book was very common. It was the genealogy of the Rosaling family. Looking at the past seems to have the value that is often drawn out to look at it. Some nobles like to remember their family history. The more glorious the familys past, the darker the status quo, the more I like it.
Rosalinns family seemed to meet this rule, but Delphin had an instinct to tell her that she was right.