Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

"In the situation just now, you can think of using the reflection of the sword to look behind you while escaping... It's a bit clever. I'll admit it to you."

"Oh," Guinevere raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's really an honor."

"But -" At this moment, Mordred changed the subject again, "Your mentality is still too naive... to actually hold back in the fierce life-and-death confrontation just now, what on earth did you do? What do you think?"

"To be honest, a naive guy like you will die on the battlefield sooner or later - how about you let me take care of you directly here?"

As she said this, she suddenly thrust the sword in her hand toward Guinevere's head.

However, Guinevere did not hide at all, and just watched as the sword in Mordred's hand plunged straight down and pierced into the ground on the side of his face.

Mordred looked down at him, trying to see a look of horror on his face, but couldn't find it.

"Well, your courage is not bad."

Nodding with satisfaction, Mordred raised his head and slowly circled Guinevere...and after she turned around, Guinevere blinked and then turned sideways. He turned his head and looked at the shining sword blade on his face, and the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched.

Damn, because he was too tired. After such a fierce battle, his tense nerves had actually relaxed. Mordred's sword action was too fast. In a moment, he He actually didn't realize what happened.

——This unlucky little kid really makes trouble for others!

Guinevere wailed in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly heard Mordred say again:

"When you had a close sword fight with Assassin just now, you clearly found an opportunity. The blade you turned back with your strange swordsmanship could have cut off her head with one sword. Why did you deliberately miss her? Could it be because the other party had something? Is it because of the child’s appearance that we can’t do anything about it?”

"what?"

Guinevere was stunned for a moment, then realized what Mordred was referring to, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In this case, Mordred misunderstood him... In fact, how could he have thought of holding back on Jack the Ripper?

A guy like her with an angelic face but hands stained with blood had killed countless people in his previous simulations.

——He is simply powerless.

Thinking this, Guinevere subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his right hand. Seeing that his right hand was still trembling slightly at this moment, Guinevere couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It can only be said that compared to the heroic spirits, my own strength is still too inferior.

Although Jack looks like just a petite and thin girl... But compared with normal humans, her strength is not weak at all, and is even a bit too strong. Guinevere relies on the blacksmith's entry , whose strength can be considered a strongman among humans, but in the previous battle, after using the power of spinning the sword to use the big sword to fight with the small dagger in Jack's hand, Guinevere But it was just a tie - he even suffered a small loss.

Although the swordsmanship style he mastered is to use force to fight, and he can use the force of the sword's rebound to cut immediately after the duel...but it is not that he has paid no price.

In this case, it is necessary to mention a little bit about the sword-holding technique in the German Meyer-style swordsmanship that he is accustomed to. In other words, not only Meyer-style swordsmanship, but most two-handed swords use the same technique:

——It can be said that it is completely contrary to the common sense of ordinary people. For right-handed swordsmen, when they wield the sword with both hands, the hand mainly used to exert force is not the right hand, but the left hand.

The reason is that if you directly hold the end of the hilt with your left hand and swing the sword, you can naturally use the power of the entire left arm including the shoulder to throw the sword out like a whip. Inertia strike, using this to strike more violently with less force.

At the same time, the stronger and more flexible right hand will be placed closer to the sword grid. While assisting in exerting force, it can also fine-tune the direction, angle and trajectory of the sword strike in a more subtle way. Achieve exquisite sword control.

However, because the right hand is closer to the sword grid and is responsible for controlling the sword, when the sword collides violently, it will also injure the tiger's mouth of the right hand, which is the area between the thumb and index finger that is used to press the hilt of the sword. s position.

After the tiger's mouth is injured or the muscles are overloaded, it is very difficult to continue to achieve exquisite sword control.Descriptions such as "blood from the tiger's mouth", "tremor from the tiger's mouth", and "soreness from the tiger's mouth" that were often seen in martial arts novels in the past are all of this kind of situation.

In the previous battle, after a head-to-head confrontation with Jack, Guinevere's jaw was also in severe pain from the shock, and he could hardly even hold the sword steady, and he still hasn't recovered until now.

However, Guinevere's windmill swordsmanship is a swordsmanship that requires extremely high sword control. After his tiger's mouth was injured, the sword that was supposed to be able to cut off Jack's head naturally failed... ...I didn’t expect that Mordred would misunderstand that he was letting loose.

And just when Guinevere was still thinking about how to explain to Mordred that he was not cheating, he heard Mordred change the subject again:

"However, your naive thoughts remind me of some annoying guys... Humph, it's not bad to act with guys like you, at least you don't have to worry about being stabbed in the back. "

"?"

Guinevere blinked his eyes, somewhat unconscious.

It seems...it seems that the result of this misunderstanding is not that bad?

After realizing this, Guinevere swallowed back the words he just wanted to explain.

"Well, in that case, we have reached a preliminary cooperation agreement... No problem, right?"

Mordred took two steps toward Guinevere, suddenly put his hand on Guinevere's shoulder, and said slowly.

"No problem." Guinevere nodded.

However, whether it was an illusion or not, Guinevere felt that her voice seemed a little weaker than before.

"That's good," Mordred nodded slightly, and then she continued: "In that case, then you can take me to your stronghold... I... .Take a short rest..."

As she said this, she suddenly closed her eyes and fell towards Guinevere.

Guinevere was stunned for a moment, but missed the opportunity to catch her, causing Mordred to fall to the ground with a thud.

What, what's the situation?

Guinevere blinked, feeling a little confused.

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ps1: Two days ago, when I went to the swordfighting hall with my seniors to compete with my seniors, I was hit with numbness in the tiger's mouth of my right hand. After that, I couldn't control the sword at all. I was soon suppressed and beaten violently. It was then that I suddenly realized, oh , it turns out that the severe pain from the tiger's mouth often mentioned in other novels will affect this.Then I really want to share this little knowledge with everyone (by the way, the number of words).

Well, after all, when I started practicing sword fighting, a large part of it was because I wanted to make the battles I described more realistic. Today I finally found the opportunity.

ps2: This chapter is a 7k word chapter. Counting the 5k5 update of the chapter before today, a total of 12500 words have been updated today, which is almost the number of words in six updates. In addition to the daily 8500 words, there are [-] additional words.

Well, then the various data about the bounty are as shown in the figure below:

So far, there are 191 monthly tickets, 8 spicy sticks, and 11066 blades. Excluding the 66 blades I used, the number is 265 blades. The several data are added up to a total of 100 units, and each 10600 units is [-] words. In other words, I owe [-] words...huh?

Hiss...this...

Maybe I was a little arrogant when I suddenly said that I would halve the conditions for arrears (looking at the sky)... But a gentleman's words are hard to follow, so let's continue like this.

So as of now, the data of due and repaid updates is 8500/10600... I'll try to write some more today (vomit my soul)...

Chapter 8 Young Mordred (7k5!)

Why did he faint suddenly... Could it be that he was injured in the previous battle with Jack?

Yes, after all, it happens to be night time and it's in the thick fog. If Jack's Noble Phantasm targets women, heroic spirits without curse resistance or other defensive skills will die instantly... ..

And although Jack didn't seem to hurt Mordred in the battle just now, her Noble Phantasm also has the ability to be used remotely. If this is the case, she just suffered the aftermath of some Noble Phantasms or something like that. It makes sense that Mordred would be injured.

Thinking of this, Guinevere immediately leaned down and wanted to check Mordred's physical condition.

But... Guinevere soon ran into trouble again.

Not to mention whether Mordred would chop himself off with a backhand knife if he knew that he looked at her body to check her injuries... How was she going to check her condition while wearing this outfit?

Looking at Mordred, who was wearing a stiff armor, Guinevere frowned.

However, while Guinevere was still staring at her worriedly, he suddenly heard some strange noises from Mordred.

After hearing the sound, Guinevere was stunned for a moment, and then, after realizing what it was, his expression immediately became strange.

For a moment, he felt that he was a bit stupid for being as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"I've been making trouble for a long time, but I just fell asleep..."

Looking at Mordred who was already snoring, Guinevere sighed, then reached out and grabbed her armor, and carried her up with considerable effort.

"It's really unbearable. Since you want me to carry you back to the stronghold, you should at least turn the armor on your body into a spirit for me... Isn't it just tormenting people because it's so heavy? I'm very sleepy too... ..."

Complaining like this, Guinevere yawned, then quickly carried Mordred on his back, and after briefly identifying the direction, he immediately walked towards his residence.

Now that this place has become the fourth singular point, he doesn't dare to stay here for a long time. If another monster comes and kills him later, taking Mordred with him who is sleeping soundly, he will probably have to rest. .....wrong.

After taking a few steps, Guinevere suddenly realized something and stopped, his face quickly darkening.

Mordred, Mordred is a heroic spirit. She needs a hammer's sleep, let alone in such a surrounding environment and a place where safety is uncertain... He, a local aborigine, doesn't dare to do it now. Sleep, why would Mordred dare to sleep here?

In this case, there seems to be only one answer... She didn't sleep because she wanted to, nor did she need to sleep... There was something that affected her and made her unable to stop. Swallowed by sleepiness.

Moreover, not only Mordred, but also himself is in the same situation now.

Obviously he just woke up from a deep sleep. Although it was a very long nightmare, he had slept after all. In theory, he should not be sleepy again... But now he is also sleepy. I can hardly stand still.

Feeling his upper eyelids getting heavier and heavier, Guinevere made a determined effort and stabbed his thigh with a sword, hoping that the pain would wake him up a little.

However, what he did had no effect, and the sleepiness quickly overcame the pain, causing his body to shake.

"Oops...I can't...fall asleep here..."

"Must...find a...safe location..."

The streets of London today are too dangerous... If you fall asleep here, something will really happen.

Trying to muster up his last remaining energy, Guinevere quickly looked around...and soon, he selected a house with quite high weeds on the side of the street and ran over quickly. A sword struck along the crack of the door, instantly breaking the door lock of the house and the wooden door bolt behind the door.

Then, Guinevere kicked the door open with a big kick, and then quickly dragged Mordred into the house.

"Hello, is there anyone?"

Calling so loudly, Guinevere threw Mordred at the door, then closed the door with his backhand, picked up Mordred's sword as a new door bolt, and quickly He ran towards the house.

Since the house he chose was not big, although it had two floors, it was only a few dozen square meters. Therefore, it only took Guinevere a few seconds to look around the house, and after confirming that there was no After the others, Guinevere quickly selected a small room on the second floor that was enclosed on all sides, and then immediately turned around and ran to the door again.

——Up to now, the boundless sleepiness was still coming towards him one after another. He had no time to slowly carry Mordred on his back and walked into the house, so he simply grabbed Mo. Dredd's leg armor dragged her towards the inner room.

As he dragged Mordred into the house, Mordred's head inevitably bumped against the ground, especially when Guinevere dragged her upstairs. Her head banged on the stairs more than a dozen times, like some wonderful new century instrument.

Does it sound good?What sounds good is a good head.

But there is nothing that can be done... Guinevere's body is shaky at this moment. He has reached the limit, but before he falls asleep, he must fight for himself and Modre. Find a qualified shelter.

Fortunately, although there are still many uncertainties, he still managed it for the time being... Dragging Mordred all the way into the room, Guinevere closed the door, and then grabbed He grabbed the wardrobe next to the door and pushed it down with great effort, letting it fall down and block the door to the room.

In this way, we have a relatively safe temporary shelter...

Just when Guinevere was thinking this, as the wardrobe fell to the ground, the door of the wardrobe was thrown open, and then a corpse that had been dead for a long time rolled out of it. The dead man's face, which was still alive, happened to be aligned. Guinevere, Guinevere's heart trembled when he saw it.

"I *your*...the cabinet really moved now..."

After muttering something in a low voice, Guinevere could no longer resist the sleepiness, so he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

..........................

And when Guinevere woke up again, what he saw in his eyes was still the room furnishings he saw before falling asleep. Even the wardrobe he overturned was the same. It was even said that even the furniture in the wardrobe was the same. The body is exactly the same...Eh?

Looking at the open closet door and the empty floor in front of the closet, Guinevere was stunned for two seconds.

What about the body in the closet?

Guinevere soon knew the answer to this question.

Because at this moment he had already heard the heavy breathing coming from the back of his head.

Without hesitation, or even somewhat skillfully, Guinevere jumped forward again as if he had avoided Jack's slash before.

And just as he rushed out, a "crack" that sounded like the teeth of the upper and lower jaws suddenly coming together came from where his head originally was.

Guinevere immediately turned around and looked behind him, only to see a bloody mouth opening in his eyes again, and quickly approaching him.

"Mordred? Help, help!"

Guinevere screamed immediately, and at the same time raised his hand to grab the upper and lower jaws of the big mouth that was quickly biting him, barely stopping the monster's attack.

Only then did he see clearly what the monster that attacked him was...it was actually a werewolf, nearly two meters tall, standing upright, with blood-red eyes, and it looked like he had been hungry for a long time. As for the hungry werewolf, it was even said that it still had some tattered clothes on its body, which was astonishingly the same as the corpse Guinevere had seen before.

As for what kind of connection there was, Guinevere had no time to think about it, because the bloody mouth was almost attached to his face at this time, and a strong stench came from the mouth he was holding. , Guinevere can now even clearly see the bloodshot and unknown yellow-brown mucus between the werewolf's teeth.

He wanted to escape, but the two powerful arms of the werewolf had already grabbed his shoulders, and at the same time pressed him in his direction, trying to force Guinevere's head into his. In the mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you!"

Just when the wolf was about to bite his head off, Guinevere suddenly flew up and kicked the werewolf hard in the crotch.

Fortunately, as one of the most classic Western horror film images, the werewolf is still a relatively powerful life form. While retaining the ability to reproduce, it also retains the sense of pain as a living life form.

Therefore, Guinevere's kick was so effective that it caused a lot of confusion on the spot.

After the werewolf was kicked by Guinevere, he bent down in pain. Guinevere took the opportunity to break free from the werewolf's claws, then pulled out the sword from his back and stood straight A sword struck at the back of the werewolf's neck.

But when he slashed with the sword, it felt like it was cutting on some thick leather. The sword blade could not cut off the werewolf's head, but only made a medium-deep scar on the back of its neck. That's all, and even attracted the attention of the werewolf who was in pain back.

"Ah this..."

Looking at the werewolf who raised his head and stared at him with blood-red eyes, Guinevere smiled awkwardly:

"Hey, can we reconcile?"