I can evolve everything

Chapter 85 Beast Tide (1)

Raine stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff.

Sergeant Hank was on night watch with two veterans. When he saw Ryan approaching, the veteran immediately straightened his back and tried to salute, but Ryan stopped him by raising his hand.

"How is it?" Renn asked in a low voice.

"It's very quiet, sir."

Hank lay prone on the rampart, his gaze fixed on the dark entrance to the canyon below. His breath instantly froze into ice crystals on his beard. "It's unnaturally quiet. Usually at this time, we can hear a few howls of the wind. But today—there's nothing at all."

Hank continued to explain his guess to Raine: "Those monsters have much more sensitive senses than we do. They probably sensed something was going on early on and ran away as soon as possible."

Renn nodded, then looked into the darkness in the distance, which resembled a gaping maw, waiting to devour all living things.

The days that followed were eerily calm.

A whole week.

During these seven days, Shattered Tooth Canyon did not see the expected overwhelming beast tide, nor did it see even a single Dire Wolf.

At most, you might only see a few scattered small groups of monsters.

On the evening of the third day, a small group of lost Iceback Hyenas broke into the first line of defense.

There were only about twenty of them. These skinny monsters were clearly driven mad by hunger. Before they could even get close to the barricades covered in oil, they were shot into pincushions by the archers on the outer perimeter.

Even after hearing the news, the battle was over before Renn could reach the scene.

This made him feel inexplicably anxious, as if the current calm was just the prelude to a storm.

But Renn wasn't idle either. Since the enemy hadn't arrived yet, he seized every opportunity to train, striving to become stronger before facing the beast tide.

The afternoon of the seventh day.

On a protruding rock platform on the side of the canyon. This is a windy spot, where the cold wind cuts through the rocks day and night like invisible blunt knives.

Raine stood there alone.

He was only wearing a shirt, which was now soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his muscular torso.

Raine slowly circulated his breathing technique, and the sweat continuously turned into rising white mist that surrounded him.

"drink!"

With a roar, Renn swung his two-handed greatsword horizontally.

Buzz—

The air was torn apart, producing the dull sound only heard when heavy weapons are swung at high speed.

The greatsword, weighing a hefty forty-five pounds, seemed to lose its weight in Renn's hands.

Over the past seven days, Renn's body has fully adapted to the way he wields the two-handed greatsword.

In the past, swordsmanship relied on the swinging of the arm and the rotation of the shoulder.

Now, however, Renn is using his entire body.

He used his spine as an axis and his pelvis as a base, and the giant sword was at this moment nothing more than a fang extending from his body.

When he swings his sword, he doesn't just rely on his arms to generate power. Instead, the power starts from the soles of his feet, travels up his leg bones, twists through his pelvis, drives his spine, and finally reaches his shoulders and arms.

call!

With a flick of his wrist, Raine's greatsword swept through the air, instantly transforming the horizontal sweep into an upward slash.

The tip of the sword grazed a protruding rock nearby.

In the blink of an eye, a corner of the granite was sliced ​​off by the blunt, heavy blade.

The rough and uneven break was clearly not caused by a sharp blade, but by pure force.

"It's still not fast enough."

Raine sheathed his sword and stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly.

Although the power and destructive force are great enough, the inertia of a two-handed sword is too great.

If the attack misses, the momentum from the missed shot will still cause Renn to momentarily lose his balance.

That's why he still had that long sword that had been with him for so long hanging at his waist.

Although the longsword is too light for Renn now, he can still quickly draw it from his waist to fight in close combat or in extreme situations where his greatsword gets stuck.

"Is this what they call dual-wielding? It's a bit of an oddity, though."

Renn couldn't help but smile.

With one hand, he wields a heavy sword to split mountains and shatter rocks; with the other, a longsword for close-quarters combat.

This fighting style is probably only something a trainee knight like him, who has mastered a breathing technique of superior quality and whose physical attributes have been greatly enhanced by various amplifications, can handle.

He lowered his head and looked at the greatsword in his hand.

The leather on the hilt was soaked with his sweat and had turned somewhat black. But this only made him grip it tighter.

"That's about it."

Renn silently assessed the situation in his mind.

Now he can wield this 45-pound behemoth with ease.

Aside from techniques like the "Half-Step Crushing Sword" that require extremely high burst power and need fine-tuning, basic slashing...

He had mastered the techniques of slashing, flicking, and hanging.

"call----"

Renn let out a long breath and prepared to begin the next round of sword practice.

Sudden.

A series of light footsteps came from behind.

Even in the wind, the footsteps were lighter than the falling snow.

Raine knew that it was Ella again.

"I knew you were hiding here training."

Ella's voice came slowly from behind.

Renn didn't turn around, his greatsword still hanging down, and simply said, "What are you doing here? Wasn't I telling you to keep watch at the top of the tower?"

"My eyes are almost blinded from staring at them."

Ella jumped out from behind the rock, holding two frozen apples in her hand.

She casually tossed one to Ryan.

"It's just snow, and not a single rabbit in sight. Maybe we can get through this winter easily?"

Ryan took the apple and took a bite. The juice gradually filled his mouth, slightly relieving the dryness in his throat.

"It will come."

Raine chewed on his apple, his eyes still fixed on the northern horizon. "I don't believe that after all that commotion a while ago, either Hughes or the Warg King would have remained indifferent."

"Very well, you're absolutely right, great prophet."

Ella rolled her eyes, walked to the edge of the cliff, found a clean rock to sit on, and dangled her long legs in mid-air.

Today she braided her long red hair into a plait, which made her look even more neat.

"But then again..."

Ella looked at the exaggerated greatsword in Rein's hand: "Your strength is ridiculously high now."

I heard that noise down below. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought a catapult had come at them.

"Want to learn?" Ryan glanced at her.

"No need."

Ella quickly waved her hand, "I don't want to end up like you. I'm going for an agile style; it's too ugly to wield a sword that looks like a door panel."

The two chatted casually.

In this oppressive encampment, such casual conversation is one of the few ways to relax.

Sudden.

Ella, who was eating an apple, froze.