Three mercenaries

audacity

"Émi, I've always thought of you as my own son. It's also the hope that one day you'll be an aristocrat -- someone with the title of imperial aristocrat who will have a better chance of competing with the Beast Riders." Eric sat on the Snow Wolf, while saying, while for the snow wolf scratched the hair on the chin, has just been a slap of snow wolf happy eyes closed, snoring.

"I'll tell you a secret, son. The quickest way to get along with snow wolves and other beasts is to scratch their chins. These fools have claws all over their bodies -- but they can't scratch the itch on their chins. They'll be very happy to have someone to help them," Eric said maliciously.

"But what does this have to do with what weapons I'm learning?" Émi, who had returned to normal, was much smarter than Snow Wolf Ghost. He didn't fall into Eric's trap and asked calmly.

"Idiot," Eric Slapped Émi hard on the head, "The secret of the two-handed sword is: fierce, fierce, accurate, smart, fast and skillful. Therefore, a swordsman is required to be agile enough. And all of the beast can only provide impact, is absolutely unable to match the speed of the two-handed sword needs. You'll never be a knight if you want to learn sword."

"My Plan is for you and me to learn how to shoot. In five years, you'll be 15 years old, and the black sun and the White Sun will coincide. Traditionally, the Aeolian Empire sends envoys to kingdom, the North Hami, to beg for six snow wolves from the Snow Wolf King. I want to borrow one from them. Then I'll take you to the mountain, and I'll teach you how to turn a spirit beast into a spirit beast. Then you can become a Spirit Beast Knight."

"There are only six of them. No one would lend them to us. I'm afraid they're either stolen or robbed." Already familiar with Eric's evil ways, young Émi coldly exposed the young man's tricks.

"Hehe, these snow wolves are going to be used by that D * MN Red Stone i anyway. I'll help him pick one first. Guess if he's grateful to me?" The old man slapped his chest cheekily to make sure, "I don't care whether you use a gun or a sword, if it's not to make you a noble Knight."

"Han Feng, did you know that there are eagles called vultures on the shores of the Aeolian Empire?" An old voice asked.

"Hey, Uncle Marcus Haber, when did you get back?" Eric and Émi both found Grandpa Marcus Haber in the yard.

"I've been back for a while, and I didn't want to disturb you because I saw you were having a good time," said old Marcus Haber in a low voice, "They are known for their agility and speed. Some of our ancestors have tamed large vultures and found them to match the speed a great swordsman needs. And the Vulture itself is a spirit animal, and is said to be able to enter the park for training."

"Well, Uncle Marcus Haber, how do you know so much about it?" Eric wondered how anyone in such a small village could know how to raise a phantom beast.

"Well, Eric wasn't the only aristocrat in the empire. Our ancestors were, too, but for various reasons, they left the Empire," said Marcus Haber, who obviously didn't want to talk about it.

In the 2-1 vote, the two-handed sword became Émi's major, and Eric pushed for the gun-shield combination to become Émi's minor.

Many of the great swordsmen of later generations would have breathed a sigh of relief. Had it not been for Marcus Haber's intervention, Émi might have been driven astray by the man Eric.

Practicing two-handed swordsmanship is said to be hard and dangerous-at least according to Eric. According to Eric's theory, a two-handed sword is a deadly weapon that can be wielded anywhere but in the back, hurting small animals like Ghost or Eric. ... something So at Eric's urging, Émi practiced with a two-handed sword made of dull iron by a village blacksmith -- weighing 30kg, about the same as a large axe. Except, of course, for the two-handed sword used to chop firewood in the afternoon -- the real thing.

Frost Wolf calendar 196.

At just 11, Émi had made a remarkable achievement with the two-handed sword, especially in the hard, fierce, quasi-three areas, according to Eric's judgment, has reached the level of Lake Harper. Without Ghost's cooperation, Eric's spear would have been difficult to penetrate into Émi's two-handed sword. Compared to Amy, Eric had to fight off Émi quickly, or the less-than-10kg one-handed sword would fly away.

Eric always laughed at the awkward situation in which the great swordsman, renowned for his dexterity and speed, used his foolish strength to mess up a knight who should have been known for his momentum and prowess.

This, of course, was the last thing Eric wanted, and while he laughed, perhaps the demon's nearest neighbor, Eric, had a new exercise program in mind for Émi.

The Frost Wolf calendar summer of 196.

Four years of running in the morning came to an end, followed by what Émi as an adult called three years of Hell.

Every morning, Émi still had to get up early, head east into the dense ice forest, and undress -- all but a pair of shorts -- under the watchful eye of the Devil, walk or run barefoot in the forest. At this time, the general forest has no people, so do not worry about being seen by pedestrians think is a pervert streaking.

The leaves of all the trees in the ice forest are covered with a thick layer of wax to keep the water from evaporating.

This long needle into the skin, plus the cold wind like a knife, pain, itching, tingling... ... a feeling you could never have imagined without experiencing it firsthand.

If you want to avoid the crisscrossing branches and leaves, you must walk slowly, but walking slowly can not stand the polar cold; if you want to run fast to keep warm, you must endure the pain of thousands of needles. For the first year, Émi's exposed skin was never a patch of good, especially on her feet, which were scabbed with branches, and Émi had to run with her shoulders against branches that blocked her way, there were even bones on his right shoulder, and I don't know how many times Émi had fainted from the cold. Without Snow Moon Lake, poor little Émi would have died a long time ago.

Grandpa Marcus Haber always wanted to say something when he saw his grandson like this, but every night when he saw Eric carefully scrubbing and dressing Émi after she had fallen asleep, he shook his head.

But as time went on, every part of Émi's body seemed to have eyes, and he was able to run slowly through the forest, avoiding the popping branches.

Two years later, Émi was nimble enough to dodge branches and leaves even as he rode the Ghost through a snowy forest.

Since then, Mr Eric has largely given up on Émi, saying, in his own words, "You are ready to fight on land."

Hehe, just do not know, the meaning of the beginning of whether the green beyond the blue and better than the blue.