Silver Moon Sixth Year, June.
While Angel was enjoying immense benefits at Blood Elf Magic Academy by controlling the Vein Council, the "Krimasha Research Team" led by Lich Aileen had already achieved great, revolutionary breakthroughs in Giant Snake City.
Giant Snake City Magic Academy.
A gigantic, arena-like circular training ground.
In the night, a gentle breeze blew, making the flag of the Nine-petal Snake Flower rattle in the wind.
The ankle-deep green grass swayed lightly in the wind.
The stands surrounding the training ground were filled with torches, with countless mirrors reflecting the light to the center, making it look as bright as day. It was possibly even brighter than daylight.
A human youth stood quietly in the center of the training ground. Brown short hair, blue eyes as crystalline as water. A brown cloak, brown leather armor. He held two crescent-shaped weapons in his hands, each with a blade on both sides and only a handle in the middle for grip.
Embedded in the buttons of his cloak and clothes at the shoulders were blue energy stones.
A pair of high leather boots stood firmly, making him look extremely agile.
Slowly, the wooden door opposite him opened. Three cavalrymen emerged, riding sleek horses, fully clad in heavy armor—the kind that made one doubt they were human.
On the podium, Shelley sat quietly in a brown-yellow long dress. The dress was adorned with exquisite embroidery. Her golden hair was piled high. In the firelight, it shimmered magnificently.
However, her eyes lacked their original luster, a fatigue and weariness that couldn’t be hidden.
Jones, in a dignified blue suit, was seated beside her.
"Begin!" Dora shouted loudly.
Soon, a dwarf in the distance waved a flag vigorously: "Begin——!"
The sound of a horn blew. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel-fire.ɴet
The three cavalrymen advanced steadily towards the youth, and when they were fifty meters away, they discreetly spread out to different corners of the training ground, surrounding the youth.
Leaning slightly towards Jones, Shelley asked with a hint of confusion, "I don’t quite understand what you’re trying to do. Do you want him to fight three cavalrymen alone?"
"Mother, just watch, and you’ll see." Jones replied with a smile.
After thinking for a while, Jones leaned slightly towards Shelley and quietly introduced, "The weapon he’s holding is called ’Harvis’, it’s our latest research achievement."
"Is it very powerful? It’s worth summoning Yilin and others for." Shelley asked softly.
"Uh... you’ll have to see for yourself."
After completely surrounding the youth, the three cavalrymen slowly drew their longswords from their waists, the piercing metallic friction sound echoing around the training ground.
The youth slightly lowered his stance, gripping the weapon in his hand tightly.
Almost without any warning, the three cavalrymen simultaneously acted, charging at the youth from above.
In the rush, the leading cavalryman slightly turned his body, lifting his longsword to strike heavily towards the youth.
The youth raised his weapon to block.
With a "clang", sparks flew. The youth was uninjured but was overturned by the horse’s momentum. Almost simultaneously, another cavalryman was at his side, lifting his longsword to thrust heavily.
The youth rolled over, again blocking the attack with his weapon. However, he was bounced again, unable to stand steadily.
The third cavalryman was already beside him, lifting his sword, aiming directly at the youth’s neck without mercy. As though this wasn’t a battle, but a real battlefield.
At this moment, exclamations rose from the audience.
Yet the youth was unharmed; he swiftly lowered his head, evading the third attack with his agility.
The audience erupted in applause.
However, the truly exciting scene hadn’t arrived yet.
The three cavalrymen had already passed the youth. Normally, according to cavalry tactics against infantry, the three cavalrymen should have widened the gap, then turned their horses to launch a second charge.
However, during the process of the cavalrymen widening the distance, the weapon in the youth’s hand was released.
Yes, released. Or more accurately, thrown like darts, spinning rapidly through the air, targeting the backs of the heads of two of the retreating cavalrymen.
One cavalryman couldn’t avoid it, and half his head was sliced off, falling directly from his horse.
The other cavalryman reacted swiftly, turning back to deflect the spinning blade with his shield.
Gasps echoed from the stands.
Shelley was stunned, as were the few spectators present.
The remaining two cavalrymen slowly turned their horses, launching a second charge at the unarmed youth.
Yes, unarmed. His weapon had already been thrown.
The two warhorses galloped with all their might, the cavalrymen had already raised their swords high.
However, the unarmed youth turned towards Jones, bowed slightly, then bowed to the audience in each direction. His actions and demeanor suggested the battle was already over.
"He’s going to die..."
The audience widened their eyes, including Shelley.
Two sharp sounds, and the battle was truly over. However, it was not the youth who had fallen, but the two cavalrymen. Their heads were sliced open.