The opponent's sword swing is powerful, but the direction is not difficult to predict. Uriel turned his wrist and twisted the blade, letting it slide aside without threat. Steel clashed and sparks shot out. Uriel quickly took a step closer and pulled back the weapon. It flashed a white light in mid-air, like thunder and lightning jumping among the branches of the same tree.
The opponent hurriedly raised his buckler to resist, but nothing happened. Taking advantage of the opponent's vision being blocked, Uriel's sword swung half a circle and hit his side like a shadow. As expected, the opponent retreated under the pain, and then tripped over the apprentice's feet. At this time, no amount of armor can save the defeat.
Uriel struck the edge of the oak shield with his sword, accelerating his opponent's fall. The mercenaries smashed into the sand, bringing up smoke and dust. The rebound force of the sword spine shook his arm, and his knuckles felt a familiar tingle. I'm afraid it won't be a good fall this time.
"How beautiful! How did you do that sword?" York jumped from the railing into the field. By this time, Uriel had already pulled his opponent to his feet. After the sword fight, they were no longer opponents.
After resolving the misunderstanding, the Paperclip Mercenary Group used adventurers' methods to get closer, and Uriel also agreed to rest for two days. These mercenaries are different from the Knox mercenaries, but they have something in common that makes it hard not to like them. The trip to the Holy City was torture, and he had to relieve the stress.
"Like this." The apprentice lowered his arm, and the blade quickly cut through the air, and the steel seemed to twist for a moment in the sunlight. Sita watched intently. The skills brought to him in the training class became completely instinctive, and Joey didn't leave him any time to think about countermeasures, never. What the instructor did was wise. After the undead disaster broke out in Four Leaf City, Uriel never encountered an opponent who would give him time to think. Maybe Paladin Commander Lemons counts for his stubborn fairness, but that good thing won't come back.
He threw the sword to Sita. "Try it yourself."
Night Elf Dalton and Saudi Epper sat at the same table. "Windspeaker" Aldinite chose a position that could put all of them in sight, playing with the dagger in his hand. Many Windrunners use weapons such as short knives to avoid being helpless when encountering a sneak attack at close range. His joints dexterously rotated the blade, and his technique looked quite skillful, without the slightest risk of cutting off his fingers.
"Does your Ministry of Foreign Affairs teach people to open locks?" the fog elf asked.
"You never taught me anything." Uriel had never heard of this rumor. "why do you say so?"
Dalton looked down at his cursed sword. "We are talking about Ankawa's apprentice." The bard explained, "It is said that she is also the apprentice of the great astrologer."
What does lockpicking have to do with being the apprentice of a great astrologer? "Roma is the apprentice of Lord Larsen, Eye of Iron, but she herself is more talented in archery." Maybe that's the case. "Her tricks were taught by another Master Kong Jing. The main course of the Tower Messenger is combat training."
"Really?" Saudi raised the brim of his hat. Ignoring that he was indoors, there was nothing strange about this action. "I remember that Skraguk's diplomats need to be proficient in at least four languages and must be familiar with the customs and habits of each neighboring country. When the guy received the adventurers, he behaved almost the same as us. The leader even sent me to inquire Which mercenary group does he come from?"
"The tower is not like that." Uriel said firmly. The magic text was about to kill him. Four foreign languages and the human geography of Biniyao, these "basic conditions" were the threshold of despair. "I mean, the requirements of the Mysterious Fulcrum are different from those of Skraguk." He quickly added.
"Uril, your mentor, the White Envoy. He is the greatest foreign minister in history." Aldinet said, "Of course it is impossible for a mortal to compare with him."
Uriel thought his expression must be strange. This sentence was considered inconsistent. He agreed with the second half, but the first half was a bit funny. However, Joey does understand Elvish, is it possible that I will have to learn it in the future? "He doesn't know four foreign languages. This is all thanks to Solengerson." Although the apprentice didn't want to admit it.
Ring tapped the table haughtily.
"During the War of the Saints, the Bres people invaded the territories of small countries on the border in an attempt to restore the territory of the Aurenia Empire during the Ancestors Period. The Holy Knights of the Glorious Council supported them." Ordinite ignored it. "The empire's front advanced all the way to the south of Peniaio, including Black City and Washimuth. But this could not satisfy the emperor. Member of the Glorious Council, Archbishop of Brestatik, Jeselaput Reed went to war with the Sky Tower Ministry of Foreign Affairs at Washimuth, but ultimately failed, and the expansion of the empire stopped at Eastman."
Uriel had never heard of Washmouth. Like Motog, its existence has long been history. The War of the Saints a hundred years ago destroyed countless countries. It was not only a war at the mysterious fulcrum, but also a melee between the countries of Binya and Aio. Due to the difference in size, the positions of the mysterious fulcrum and the vassal country are often reversed, turning into a war mode dominated by mortals. To be honest, the mortal kingdom is much more professional in this regard than studying the mysterious seven fulcrums. The Tower of Sky leaves the chores to the Affairs Department, and all the subordinate countries to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, so that the astrologers have enough time to observe order. A real kingdom cannot do this.
"Is it the White Envoy... Uh, I mean, does this have something to do with my mentor?" I'm afraid it sounds like this.
"Ask me, Uriel? Isn't this the glorious history of your tower?" The fog elf was very dissatisfied. "Mortal life span is very short. You should remember the deeds of your ancestors more firmly. As an apprentice, you must I understand every great deed of my mentor. But you have this attitude now, Uriel?"
For some reason, Uriel suddenly felt that he couldn't lift his head in front of him. "Uh, sorry."
"You should apologize." Windspeaker said, "The White Envoy is the legend of Binya Io, no one doesn't know him! These things are not secrets. And you, Uriel, you are his apprentice "The Bai Zhishi has never had an apprentice before. What kind of honor? But it falls on a young man who knows nothing." He sighed, "There is such a thing. Gods above, you are nothing like it. It’s a Knox guy.”
"Maybe you're right." Uriel couldn't keep his expression. In a sense, what he said was true.
"I dare not say that I know anyone." Wind Whisperer said gloomily, "Everyone's characteristics are different from their true self. Speaking of things, Bai Zhishi has done enough for the order, and he deserves to get the mysterious creature. respect. The people of Bures are not good at discrediting their enemies, which is why I can still come to this country. They understand that recognizing the weight of their enemies is recognizing their own worth. Do you understand? I don't understand the tower will Putting the Ministry of Foreign Affairs below the status of astrologers. Those fools who look at the stars? The best they can do is cut off their fingers with a paper knife. The Gulf War should not have ended like this."
Dalton frowned and distanced himself from the adventurer. Bard Shat'Aiper fills his apprentice's glass of wine. "Don't worry, man, he's just a little emotional. Want some fruit?"
Uriel declined. Although the mercenaries were all busy with their own affairs and there was no tendency for another conflict, he still thought it was necessary to keep his hands free so that he could draw his weapons at any time. The fog elf mercenaries on the opposite side seemed to be about to do this.
It's really embarrassing, isn't it? Ring sneered. But it's not your fault
"We originally planned to go to Eastman." Saudi admitted. "Both the local lords and the Oath Keepers Alliance are good employers. It's a pity that time waits for no one and the distance is too far. There is no way. Who could have imagined that the White Night War would end So fast?"
"It's the Gulf War," Dalton corrected.
"Ha! They're all the same." The poet swept the brim of his hat, "I prefer orthodox names. The outcome of a war often affects the survival of civilization. As far as I know, a considerable number of countries have different names for the same historical event. After all, News does not flow as quickly in the mortal world as it does in the mystical realm. Who but the historian cares about these details? Only me, the ones who weave songs about history. If we had made it to Eastman in time, you would have heard me by now new song."
"No one cares about your music." Aldinite said, "The leader will not let people like you die. We are going to fight, not to have fun with prostitutes."
The poet disagrees. "Anyway, the money you get from being a prostitute is only for sex, and there is no risk. We almost died last time in the desert. Well, we did not complete the commission, but it was an accident. A mysterious place is full of accidents. Employers don't care about accidents. And Last time, at least we won the battle, but in order to write off the bill, Cagat actually planned to throw us into the mine. What did I say? That old bastard is a liar at first glance. The people of Bures are not allowed to letter."
The fog elf was not willing to talk about the mercenary group's commission in front of outsiders, and he glared at the poet angrily. "Mortus was once the most prosperous city in Peniaio, and its lords could afford to pay any bills. At that time, the head of the group accepted the commission, and you didn't object."
"The reason is that none of you have asked me for my opinion." On the sand for practice, Sita York successfully knocked down a mercenary who came up to challenge him. He raised his sword triumphantly, and the steel slid along a strange trajectory, seeming to twist for a moment, making it impossible to tell the direction. The mercenaries cheered for the victors, while some went forward angrily, and then suffered another defeat at the hands of Sita. Saud begins to strum the strings, but Uriel stops the music by pouring him a glass of wine.
"Have you been to Mortus?" asked the apprentice. "Is there such a place in Burles?"
“Historians don’t call it that.”
The fog elf was even more vigilant: "That is a very unpleasant commission... It is impossible for Anchuan to go there, don't worry."
He knew that I was not looking for Yaskawa. Uriel understands that once many people see through your purpose, it will be difficult to convince them. "I really don't understand the glorious history of the White Envoy. After all, those are the duties of the Minister of Foreign Affairs." He rubbed his chin, "But as an apprentice of this great diplomat, I know very well which hand he uses when signing."
