The devil wants to farm

Chapter 35 The face is really swollen

"Could it be..."

Thinking of that terrible possibility, Blake turned around in horror.

"Yeah, I got out of the way." The goblin's first sentence destroyed the luck of Captain Blake.

Blake saw the figure of a woman lying on the ground again.

"I pushed her away. The sword is coming, of course I dodge it according to the normal operation." The goblin replied naturally.

The sword in Captain Blake's hand began to tremble.

"That's a vindictive sword whose speed exceeds the speed of sound, how can you dodge it!"

"Could it be that if you want to be hacked, if you don't flash your sword even though it's been hacked, isn't that a disease?" said the goblin Didi, hitting his head with a wrench, suddenly realizing.

"It turns out that your head is sick, no wonder you ran away after cutting a sword."

At this moment, the soldier commander was dripping with cold sweat, and his face turned pale with fright.And the four magicians behind them were even more at a loss. The kingdom's strongest combat skills were broken by the inferior goblins. They felt that the sky was falling, and the God of War no longer favored the kingdom.

The pride of a magician is that a real magician never looks back at an explosion, and a warrior is naturally a real warrior who never looks back at a corpse.

Slash in place, slash thousands of demons with one sword, and decide life and death with one sword.

In the era of demon invasion 800 years ago, the first Duke of Bray killed thousands of high-level demons with a single sword in the Gaudí Plain, which bought precious time for mankind to counterattack demons, successfully reversed the strategic situation of the entire war, and became a continental hero of that era. Now the family of the Duke of Bray.

This is the strongest fighting skill of the Duke of Bray's family, the sharpest fighting skill of the Manolin Kingdom, and the fastest fighting skill in the Bright Continent.

And the goblins are just a low-level demon race, almost reduced to food, and even ordinary human children may not be able to beat them.

The combination of 800 years of glory and the inferior subconsciousness of goblins is the pride and arrogance of warriors.

But all pride and arrogance easily dissipated with the unharmed goblin in front of him.

At this moment, Captain Blake, who was dripping with cold sweat, recalled the fear of being dominated by his father 30 years ago, a man who was faster than him.

"Slashing in place is a sword of idealism, a sword of will."

"And the fastest and sharpest secret lies in concentrating all the strength of the muscles, spirit, and battle qi, combining the three forces into one with the indomitable confidence of victory, one sword to distinguish the superior, one sword to decide life and death!"

"Remember you must have the confidence to win. Nothing can be faster and sharper than your sword. You must believe that the sword that cuts fighting spirit in place is the strongest."

"Okay, now I will teach you the fastest and strongest sword skills of the Bray family."

Then the old Duke Bray beat the little Blake into a head full of bags.

"Blake, do you know why the first Duke Bray was the most talented and incredible existence in history, but he didn't become the highest level of swordsman, the holy swordsman?"

"I don't know." Little Blake pouted uncomfortably.

"You'll know when you die." Father touched little Blake's head kindly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Little Blake asked puzzled.

"The lesson that human beings have learned from history is that human beings cannot learn from history. It is useless to tell you."

"And when you truly understand that secret, your sword will no longer be faster and stronger. You will inherit the regrets of the first Duke Bray and mine."

At that time, little Blake didn't understand what his father was talking about. Thirty years later, Captain Blake, who was already a hero of the kingdom, still didn't understand what it meant.

But now looking at the unharmed goblin in front of him, Blake understood.

800 years ago, the first Duke of Bray was slashed in place by someone face to face, breaking his confidence in the strongest sword skills, and he could no longer believe wholeheartedly that his fighting spirit sword could cut everything without defense, and could no longer make further progress in the way of swordsmanship .

He, Blake, did not escape the regretful fate of Bray Swordsman in the end. Blake could feel that something important was moving away from him, and his sword was useless.

"You are a bit familiar with swordsmanship, as if you have seen it somewhere!"

A lonely goblin who has practiced for thousands of years is thinking.

Think about it for a while, forget it if you can’t remember it.Seeing that Captain Blake's face was not swollen, the goblin Didi was a little annoyed.

"Obviously watching human dramas are performed like this! When a wolf's tongue licks a human's face, they are so frightened that they panic. Could it be that my posture of hitting the face with my tongue was wrong?"

A lonely goblin who has practiced for thousands of years is thinking again.

Countess Becca, who was lying on the ground next to her, wanted to ask the goblin what kind of drama she had watched that was so poisonous, but she didn't remember it yet. Just now she didn't understand what happened and fell to the ground.

Looking back at the large number of cut trees, Becca felt that it was safer to lie on her stomach.

"Forget it, the most important thing is to carry out the great will of Lord Demon King."

The goblin's eyes were fixed on Blake's face, which made him uncomfortable.

"It seems that this time his face has to be swollen. Human face-slapping novels are written like this. After the villain's face is swollen, the villain will be obedient."

"This is a human, so let's follow the human way, slap the face, slap the face severely, until it swells until it is obedient."

Diddy the Goblin muttered to himself.

"It's my turn."

Goblin Didi walked forward step by step with a wrench in hand.

The Dou Qi sword was broken, and the will of the strongest sword was dissipated. The sweaty Captain Blake did not give up. What supported him was not only the glory of the Bray family's sword skills, but also the honor and responsibility of the heroes of the kingdom.In order to plan Kaka City, burn down the granaries, create a food crisis in the Mafada Kingdom, reduce the pressure on the front line, and save tens of thousands of soldiers, he must stand up and fight again.

"Bastard, don't underestimate the warrior leader of the Manolin Kingdom!"

With a roar, Captain Blake rushed over.

And this roar also woke up the four magicians who were confused.

"The magicians of the Manolin Kingdom will not lose, so give the Warrior Commander support!"

"Arrow of the Hunting God." A black wood-like arrow came out of the hole like a python and shot at the goblin, but was easily dodged by tilting his head.

"The Entanglement of the Goddess of Spring." Huge vines rose from the ground in an instant, trying to entangle the goblin, but were smashed to pieces by a wrench.

"Curse of the Dark God." A black light accurately shot the goblin, but before the magician could finish his joy, he wailed and fell to the ground.

One of the 24 buff spells: damage rebound.

Effect: Rebounds all damage from mid-level and lower magic, and part of damage from high-level magic.

"God of Light..." Before casting the spell, the poor magician was sent flying by the goblin.

"Go to hell!" Warrior Blake slashed at the goblin with a white cold light.Then the sword went through the goblin, but it was a phantom, and the goblin was faster than the sword, and then the goblin disappeared.

"where is it?"

Letting go of his mental power perception, the warrior commander fully sensed the changes in the surrounding airflow.

"In the front!" Finally being sensed, he immediately swung his sword to chop off, but the goblin was faster than him.

With a crisp cracking sound, the warrior commander suddenly suffered a heavy blow, and was pulled by his head and flew to the right, as if he had been slapped hard.

Before the warrior leader who was blown away landed, there was another crisp sound, and the warrior leader flew out to the left again.

After flying around dozens of times, it finally landed, drawing a long dirt trail on the ground.

Familiar feeling, hot face, so painful.

The head of the soldier leader who fell on the ground seemed to have been repeatedly hit by a hammer, buzzing, spinning, and dazed.

The green feet slowly appeared in front of his eyes, and the aura felt like his father's black leather shoes. The soldier commander, who was still in a daze, recalled the days when his father taught him the fighting sword 30 years ago, and the long-lost fear came to his heart. , shouting habitually.

"stop fighting!"

He hastily took out the white silk scarf from his bosom, lowered his head, held it up high and swayed.

"Father, don't beat me anymore, my face is really swollen!"

(End of this chapter)