Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 36 is isolated from the ice

An hour later, on a cliff near the Royal Palace in Iceland.

Tristan drawn a sword and pointed to the throat of Bedyville.

The werewolf teenager lifted the sword block and used the smooth surface of the ice sword to unmount the opponent's attack. He squatted and raised the sword to the opponent's lower abdomen!

Seeing that the attack was blocked, the fisherman’s boy’s backhand was cut, and the attacking Bediville had to roll over to escape.

But the werewolf boy is not so irritating. He is also rolling a sword at the same time as Tristan's calf.

With the strength of the rotation, the sword is tilted upwards to Tristan's lower abdomen. The fisherman has to jump and avoid, and at the same time he takes off, in order to protect himself, he has a preemptive strike and a sword is falling!

Half-turned Werewolf teenager stepped on the ground with this foot as the fulcrum, and then used the sword to support the ground, and the whole body stroked a half arc to lightly avoid the opponent's attack. After shaking the opponent's attack, he instantly stabbed a sword!

Snapped! The ice sword is stabbed in a straight line, and the momentum is fast and embarrassing, avoiding inevitable! It stabbed on the shoulders of the fisherman's teenager and broke immediately before seeing the blood. No one was injured. Tristan added a command on the ice sword [to automatically break when he touched the opponent's body] as a security measure - after all, they are just practicing, not fighting.

"Call, call, call." Bedyville dropped the hilt in his hand and panted. "This is 99 wins and 99 losses. No, let me rest for a while."

"No, come again," Tristan also gasped, but he didn't admit defeat. "Is it better to win a game than to try?"

"No, enough, playing so many games is not a win or lose, prove that our strength is similar. Next time we will win again." Werewolf teenagers worry that if they fight again, they will hurt. "I should go back, Ya They are about to start worrying."

"No, no, I have to win the game!!" The fisherman was rolling on the ground and dancing.

"Do not be willful, your home -" Biddyville refused to say half, the body suddenly involuntarily powered, and said in his mouth: "Okay, okay, again -"

The fisherman and the teenager looked at Bradyville disappointingly: "I'm sorry, did I do it to you again?"

"What?" Betteville returned, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust: "You, what did you do to me?! You hypnotized me?!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. I can't control my strength. When I talk, I will hypnotize each other." Tristan said wrongly.

"Wait a minute. I just told you so many things about yourself, are you hypnotizing me, let me say?! How can you do this!" The werewolf teenager is angry, he has a kind of shame that privacy is seen by people. Feeling, like being hypnotized, forcing the clothes on the body to make the other person look at it. Being so invaded by privacy, even the temperament of Bedieville is angry!

"I'm sorry. I was just asking about it, but you said it, and your story is so interesting. I am fascinated and unknowingly ask more and more - "The fisherman whispers.

"You kid!!" Bedieville snorted angrily. But soon he pressed the anger down. He looked at the fisherman and sighed and asked, "Are you really not deliberate?"

auzw.com "Really not. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!!" Tristan sighed and apologized.

Bedieville couldn't see a little bit of falseness in the eyes of the other side, only pure embarrassment.

"That's true, forgive you this time. But don't have another time!" Bettiville was helpless.

"Yes, yes, I promise." The fisherman jubilee said: "You can forgive me, it is so good!"

"That's really convenient. If you just say something, others will listen to you. Don't you wind up the rain?" Biddyville looked up and down the fisherman.

(Note: Bediville does not understand hypnotism very much. In fact, hypnotists emit photons with hypnotic information in the environment, and speaking is just one of the sufficient non-essential conditions that cause hypnosis. He is with Tristan During the period of communication, it has been affected by hypnotism, and the implication is: [Listen to Tristan's instructions.])

"Not at all." The fisherman’s teenager showed a lonely expression. "Everyone from the youngest to the big, everyone follows me. I will do what they say. They just listen to me because of my identity or my hypnotic ability. No one really did what I did because I agreed with me. At the end of the day, I just couldn’t do anything, and everything was done by others, a waste that was useless. What is so great."

Bedieville looked at Tristan for a while, then he sighed: "So, you are like me. When my people are annihilated, I can't do anything. Grandpa and their village are robbed by the fangs. I can't do anything. When Arthur was fighting there, I could only watch it and I couldn't do anything. In the end, I was a waste of uselessness.

But Arthur also said that weakness is not terrible, and it is enough to work hard to become stronger. So don't be dejected there, take out some bones. "

"Beddy -"

The werewolf teenager showed a serious look and said: "We are friends, aren't we? Not because of your hypnosis, but really made friends. You didn't say that you want me to be your friend, but I have already put you As a friend. Is this also your false illusion?"

"No, no." The fisherman smiled. "Thank you, Bedieville. You are really my friend, my first true friend."

"Well, seeing you so poor, it is an exception to make you a friend of mine." The werewolf teenager laughed.

"Stupid, you are pitiful!" The fisherman said with a blush.

"So, go back?" Biddeville said, "Don't let other people worry."

"Yeah!" Tristan answered with a smile.

The fisherman who walked behind, turned around and looked at the edelweiss on the cliff before he left. He whispered, "Is it, Dad. I made friends."

The sea breeze rises, and the snow fleece on the flower field rolls like a white wave, as if it is responding to the boy.

Under the edelweiss, an ancient stone tablet is engraved with a line that is still faintly visible:

The greatest in history? Jing hero, Victor Tristan, sleep? So, at the age of seventy-six? . Wife? ? ? Standing, AD 5? ? year.

Some of the weathered stone tablets have long been unrecognizable, only on this cliff, whispering the vicissitudes of history.