Fairy’s Box

Large swaths of white light spots fell from the blue sky, and in an instant, the bastion, the main seat of the obelisk, and the ruins were all shrouded in white light.

Yale stretched out his right hand and inserted a dandelion-like light spot into his palm. In an instant, an electric shock-like numbness flooded his body. Washed between the marrow and tendons, the pressure accumulated in the past two days was swept away, indescribably fun.

"This kind of power...is it a holy sword?" he murmured somewhat uncertainly.

Bathed in the soft light curtain, Eves closed his eyes comfortably, only to feel that his whole body was in a good mood. Hearing the voice of the black-haired knight, he sighed in a long tone:

"Compared to the brilliance of this holy sword, even the broken steel sword handed down from Celtic Island is probably inferior to three points."

"There is such a brilliance just from the sheath, and it must be the highest peak of the holy sword... You can't go wrong, it is Durandal, one of the three holy swords!"

As a swordsman, Clay has no resistance to the famous sword, and his face is full of obsession, and he said like a treasure:

"The legendary weapon of the first Paladin of the Frankish Empire suffered the same fate as the Broken Steel Sword. The dying master threw it into the lake, and a hundred years later, it was washed into the Mediterranean by the muddy water. , was dedicated to His Majesty Galba, and Durandal has not appeared since then. Is this time to choose his own master?"

Speaking of this, his expression suddenly changed, and his mouth was open, like a wolf who had been abstaining from **** for three years, when he met a peerless beauty, he couldn't hold it anymore.

Eves showed a look of contempt, and suddenly slammed it on the head: "Young people are more down-to-earth, it's better not to think wildly, wipe your mouth, saliva is dripping."

"Ah?" Clay was stunned and touched his lips subconsciously. After not touching the slightest water stain, he realized that he had been tricked, and said with a frown:

"You dare to play with me?"

"Nothing, I am a kind reminder, after all, **** hurts the body."

"So far, the two of you calm down. It doesn't matter whether Durandal is alive or not. We have to do things first. If we want to duel, there will be opportunities in the future."

Seeing a disagreement between the two, they began to fight with swords. Yale had to kill halfway to be a peacemaker, temporarily suppressing the conflict between the two, and then waved his hand to burn a dark horizontal line on the ground:

"Start the exercise, the starting position is here, the target trench, form a wedge-shaped formation, and start preparing!"

"Deal!" The voices of everyone finally lined up.

…

The movement made by the attacking team caused a commotion in the second line of the city defense. Luya's beautiful eyes flowed, and she suddenly realized that she suddenly pulled out the giant sword behind her, and shouted sharply:

"Have you seen it all? The attack team is undergoing emergency training. How long are you going to slack off? Wait for the monsters to kill you? Get up for me!"

The female knight's voice held a sword in one hand, her body stood upright like a benchmark, and the powerful aura of resoluteness poured out, and her voice carried a taste that could not be rejected, and it was deafening to everyone's ears.

The twisted members of the city defense line stood up almost subconsciously, and their movements were uniform, although some people could not even understand the meaning of the other party's words.

"Array! Start the drill with the most basic Rosevier phalanx!"

When Luya's voice came again, most people understood, it turned out that the other party couldn't stand his lazy style and tried to start rectification.

Even if some people feel that they are making a fuss, there is no objection to it.

It's like being poor, working as a coolie for a day and earning a little money to buy rice, but on the way home, I met a beggar who froze to death, and I would immediately balance, and even feel lucky.

In the same way, the boss on my side is a majestic beauty, and the other side is a vicious executioner. This faint sense of superiority suddenly rises from the depths of the hearts of all the members of the city defense line (including the women).

To be whipped by a beautiful woman with a whip, or to be whipped by a man who sees him infiltrate, which is better, a normal man should make a rational judgment.

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"Did you see it! The second line is all energized, are you still going to continue to be lazy? Let me see who dares to sit!" Nannet seized the opportunity and started the first line rectification plan.

"Stand up and start practicing the three-stage dummy shot." Genevieve, not to be outdone, immediately began to train the fire force on the wall of the bastion.

The highest point of the city wall

Eluncia smiled like a fox that stole a chicken, leaned forward and back without any image, and held back her tears and said, "Hahaha, lions only compete with their peers, and this is the correct use of your man."

"Stop laughing, be careful to laugh out the crow's feet." Charlene was very dissatisfied with the woman's statement, and argued with reason: "He just can't contain sand in his eyes."

"I didn't mean to belittle him." The female chief wiped away her tears, her smile gradually calmed down, and she asked slowly, "Do you think you really understand him?"

"What do you mean?" the green-haired girl asked with a straight face.

"It seems that you still don't understand." Ilunzia turned her gaze to the bottom, watching the attacking team sprinting back and forth, and said word by word:

"Uneasy with the status quo, eager for change, unable to tolerate compromise and slack, and the same level of execution, this man is very dangerous."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Charlene shook her head, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

The female chief's pupils shrank slightly, letting the high-altitude air flow mess up her forehead bangs, and replied casually, "That's really a pity."

The shouts of the knights practiced soaring into the sky. In this fiery torrent full of hope and fighting spirit, the bastions were plated with some vitality, and the barren ruins under the blue sky also vaguely recovered a little temperature.

It was not until the evening that the surrounding area of ​​the bastion suddenly became quiet. They camped directly outside the city, set up a bonfire, smeared the frozen meat sent by the logistics department with butter and spices, and grilled it directly.

There were a few unsettled people on the second line of the city defense, and they also proposed a bonfire party or something for the knight girls to come out and perform a dance or something, but Luya directly rejected it on the grounds that "it will reduce vigilance".

It was rare for Eluncia to do something unprofessional, and actually asked the mages to set up an open-air bathroom so that they could clean their bodies. As a result, no one was willing to wash it, because the surrounding cover was too low, and it could be seen from the sky above the bastion, and there was a mysterious feeling of being watched from all directions.

Regarding this frustration, the female chief plausibly stated that this is for everyone's safety and to prevent monsters from sneaking up on them when they are bathing again.

Most of the people held a sneering attitude towards this rhetoric. Anyone who is well-informed in the obelisk does not know that Chief Eluncia is a standard two-way plug, and he must be seeking personal benefits for himself.