The First Law God Black History Handbook

Glendower went to the grove to wait for the Lord Fashen.Legston looked at Thurander and Carl and gave some advice, and also entered the grove.

His eyes were red.

When Carl passed by him, he glanced at him and couldn't help poking his shoulder, "Crying?"

Legston pushed away his hand and took two steps forward, with a silent stubbornness in his back.

You just cried!Your whole family is crying!Legston growled aggrievedly in his heart.How could he be crying, the majestic young Duke of the Trondor Empire!

He just drank too much wine and felt wronged!

What kind of rotten wine is this!Rotten wine!It made him so uncomfortable!Legston growled inwardly.

Carl couldn't help rolling his eyes, "You think I want to talk to you, hum."

He also didn't expect Aruman who was drunk to be so naive, which made him a little speechless now.

Legston was even more aggrieved when he heard the words. He had never felt so uncomfortable.Why did His Excellency Fashen ignore him, why did His Excellency Fashen make him so sad and uncomfortable? Is love supposed to be so sad and painful?Why?

Woohoo, so he really wanted to cry.The little duke was terribly wronged.

The sad little prince stood for a moment, and then began to walk towards the grove.Karl hurriedly followed two steps to stop him, but when he thought about it, the lord told him to prepare some sober medicine for Aruman before he went to the grove, so he spread his hands and didn't stop him—anyway The meaning of Lord God is to let Aruman go to the grove. As for whether to take sober medicine, he doesn't care about it, Mr. Steward.

Karl stood there with his arms 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!

According to the legends of the people on the mainland, Thrander is a great and legendary magician. His magic surpassed all the strong men on the mainland, and he reached the level of being a god.

Legston had always thought so before today.

He thought Thrander was just a powerful magician.Even if he knows fighting skills, it is because of his wisdom, his age, and his experience.

Actually not.

In the pitch-black grove, Thrander did not use his magic to light up the surroundings, but held a dead branch and sparred with the swordsman opposite in the dark.

His movements were unhurried, and every time he drew his sword, he was careless, but every time he was able to block the long sword of the opposite swordsman.

Not only Legston was extremely surprised, but Glendoll, who was discussing, was even more shocked.

He remembered the only sentence the Master Mage said when he came to him, and that was: Attack me with all your strength.

He was shocked and apprehensive.Like Legston, he believed that the mage was just a magician of average physique, not a warrior.

Until he was pushed away by the Master Mage with a move and pressed the long sword against his throat.

Just one trick!

After the swordsman retrieved his sword, he began to treat this swordsmanship instruction with a [-]-point spirit.He understood what Mr. Carl meant, the Master Mage will lead him into a world of strong men that he has never experienced before tonight.

The grove is much darker than the outside, and there are one tree after another blocking it. Weeds, leaves, and bushes are overgrown under the feet, and there will always be more or less chaotic sounds when they step down.

There are also the panting of the swordsman, the vibration of the sword dancing, and the sound is heard from all directions.

The only one who was silent and calm was the mage opposite him.

It was the same as when he came; the same spotless, the same calm eyebrows, the same gentle breath, even the dead branches in his hands did not have the slightest sound of wind.

Then the dead branch was sent to the swordsman in the blink of an eye, and pressed against his jaw.

The swordsman raised his chin slightly, avoiding the small fork on the dead branch.The dead branch moved to his throat, like a warning.

Immediately, Thrander put down the dead branch, turned his back and asked the swordsman behind him, "Tell me about your feelings."

The swordsman quietly swallowed, and looked at the opposite person with lingering fear, "Master...the speed doesn't seem to be fast."

He paused, thought over the counter move just now, and added, "It's not fierce enough, no murderous aura, no sword aura... nothing." Thinking back, the swordsman broke out in a cold sweat. He only realized now , in the confrontation just now, he couldn't even feel the Master Mage—if he was blindfolded, he would never know that there was such a person beside him who could put him to death with a single sword.

Thrander didn't speak, he took a few steps to the side, and the shredded robes brushed against the grass leaves under his feet, "Is there any sound?"

The swordsman was a little stunned, he nodded, and replied to the mage, "Yes, my lord, there is."

"Now, you still think I haven't made a sound?" Thrander 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 it?"

Thrander no longer answered him, but turned to look at Legston in the darkness, "What did you see?"

Legston's eyes lit up immediately, like a ferocious beast seeing its prey in the dark, looking fiercely and joyfully at His Excellency the Fashen in the dark.

His Excellency the God of Fa has spoken to him!His Excellency Fashen is so bright, even in the dark, he can't hide his light!

Legston stared at each other obsessively in admiration, and almost forgot to answer His Excellency Fashen's question.

Luckily he wasn't that drunk yet.

"I saw..." Legston found his voice was unusually hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth. He closed his mouth and swallowed twice, suppressing the abnormality in his throat, and said again, "Your Excellency Swordsman Before you make any move, you have already judged the direction of his next attack, so you have been moving slowly, but you have no flaws to restrain Your Excellency the Swordsman."

Thrander nodded, expressing satisfaction, "What else?"

"...In fact, I see that you have never moved more than three steps from where you stand."

After Legston finished speaking, the swordsman was shocked.He looked down, and he realized that since the two of them have been fighting for so long, the only one who has been changing positions and attacking is himself!

He looked up at the mage, "How did you do it?" He was so shocked, so shocked, this is a mage?This is simply God!

Thrander didn't reply him immediately, but waited until Legston came close before explaining to the two of them at the same time.

"Swordsmanship is for fighting the enemy, not for showing off or adorning yourself."

"Eric, your problem is that you value your opponent too much and ignore your own shortcomings."

"Aruman, your problem is that you value yourself too much and ignore the shortcomings of your opponent."

"Both of you have a lot of problems. To solve these fighting habits and thinking that were wrong from the beginning, it will not happen overnight."

"The formation of new fighting ideas and habits requires not only time to settle, but also keen understanding and infinite patience. It requires you to tirelessly ponder, practice repeatedly, and constantly summarize."

"The reason why I didn't tell you this until now is because your aptitude has met my requirements. Next, I need you to fight at least ten times a day, and every time you have to sum up the opponent's shortcomings and your own shortcomings."

Legston and Glendower looked at each other, and finally saluted with their right fists, "Yes, my lord/your excellency."

Thrander took a step back and said to Glendower, "Sword out."

Glendower subconsciously raised the sword in his hand and stabbed towards Thrander.

Thrander didn't move, the dead branch in his hand moved towards Glendoll's wrist when Glendower was approaching, Glendower withdrew the sword based on experience, Thrander had already reached his left side, the dead branch The branch lay across his neck.

"Your shoulders, chest, arms, legs, feet, even your breath, your eyes, all tell me where you are going to attack next." Thrander put away the dead branches, "If your If you have enough observation and adaptability, then you can definitely defeat Legston within ten strokes."

When Thurland said the previous paragraph, Legston was still thinking about the other party's words with his head still full of alcohol, but he was not happy when he heard the last sentence.

There was still a glimmer of grievance and depression in his eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in the dark woods.

"I can study too," he said.

Thrander nodded, "Aren't you studying?"

Legston felt that what the other party said was right, but it seemed wrong, as if something was deliberately ignored.His brain didn't react for a moment.

Thurander didn't care about Legston's dull performance after drinking. He asked the swordsman on the opposite side who lowered his head and thought, "Now can you understand why you came into the woods without light?"

The swordsman replied immediately after hearing the words, "Because there is no light here, it is easier to catch the opponent's voice. There are more obstacles, which will help create more noise to disturb the opponent-if you can minimize the sound like an adult. "

"When you can accurately predict the opponent's next move, the action will naturally become relaxed, precise and powerful." Thrander has always been very patient in teaching students, so he doesn't mind Glendower's Wrong, "Ear training is much simpler and faster than eye training. You should be able to perceive that when I first fought with you, I relied on my ears; but just now, it was my eyes."

"Yes." The swordsman replied respectfully.

After a while, the swordsman hesitated to speak.

Thrander nodded, "I understand your doubts. You want to know whether this way of fighting has enough lethality."

Thrander issued an illumination technique, making the figures of the three people clear in the darkness.

The corner of his lips hooked almost invisible, and in the next second, an invisible and powerful murderous aura suddenly struck, directly shaking Glendoll and Legston who were standing in place, unable to move!

During the seemingly infinitely long time, the two noticed something approaching and breaking apart in an instant.

The two of them were astonished, summoned up their courage, broke through the imprisonment of the murderous aura suddenly, raised their sabers at the same time, and attacked in the direction of the murderous aura.

However, in the next instant, the murderous aura disappeared.

The disappearance of the murderous aura caused the two of them to pause, and subconsciously looked at the white figure, only to see that the dead branch belonging to the mage was striking towards the necks of the two of them with an extremely terrifying force and speed. The speed and the force of the fierce wind made them have no doubt that their necks and heads would be cut off in the next second.

The threat of death shocked them into a cold sweat, and the alcohol on Legston's body completely evaporated, leaving only endless astonishment.

But the dead branch just stopped on the side of Glendower's neck.

The strong wind brought by the dead branches lifted the swordsman's hair, and it fell down in an instant.For the first time, the swordsman feared the approach of death.

almost...

The swordsman was drenched in cold sweat, his hands and feet were numb, and he was unable to make a sound for a while.

Legston was not much better, his heart was still beating violently, as if someone had beaten it with a war drum——

He even felt pain.

The heart was so fast that he couldn't slow down the pain and stagnation, which made him dizzy and tinnitus.

The two had never met such a terrifying opponent.An impenetrable murderous aura, an attack as heavy as a lightning strike, and a control so subtle that it makes people tremble all over.

If the dead branch had not stopped in time, Legston and Glendower had no doubt that they would lose their lives.

This is the intuition of life and death left over from years of experience on the edge of life and death.Even if it's just a dead branch, in the hands of the Master Mage, it is simply a magic weapon.

Thurander threw the dead branch on the ground, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped ten fingers, and then folded his hands on his abdomen. He had an elegant demeanor, a dignified temperament, and a tranquil elegance that made people feel relaxed and happy.

——No one could think that he almost killed two powerful warriors just now.

"I really don't want to use my nearly 300 years of experience to put pressure on you, but," Thrander paused and lowered his voice, "there was once a person who became the leader of the mainland in just 30 years. The youngest Valkyrie."

"Cesidil!" Legston's eyes widened.

Thrander glanced at him, "Yes."

Legston was speechless.

His beating heart was quickly frozen by Thrander's basin of cold water, and he was unable to rekindle his passion for a long time.

Because Thurland then said another sentence: "If you break through at the age of 30, I'm sorry, Legston, you will have more similarities with him."

"..." Legston wanted to growl besides being speechless.

Glendower felt Legston's grievance, but he really didn't have the mood to comfort him, because he had more important questions to ask.

"My lord said... 300 years of experience?" He couldn't imagine the meaning behind this sentence.

Thrander had already gone to the resting place, and he didn't stop when he heard the words.

As for Legston, who stood there aggrieved, he took a long time to answer the swordsman's doubts, "He is the number one Dharma God in the mainland, Your Excellency Thrande Dharma God."

"Dharma God! Number One Dharma God!" Glendower's heart trembled, but Legston not only gave him such a fright, but also gave him another fright.

"Just half a month ago, His Excellency Fashen wanted to accept me as a student, but I refused." He looked up at the dark sky and said in an extremely flat voice, "I think my choice was right. , if I agree to him, then I will definitely respectfully follow behind him and call him a teacher now."

And he just wanted to call him by his first name, or—dear.

Legston, who was caught in his imagination, showed a silly smile, completely ignoring the almost distorted face of Glendoll next to him——

This big idiot!He actually rejected the invitation of the number one Dharma God to accept disciples!Ahhh, what if he really wants to kill his friends? !

Glendoll, who accidentally bumped into the luck against the sky, was completely messed up in the dark grove again.

The author has something to say: Glendower: Aruman is a big idiot!

Legston: Eric, you don't understand love!

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