Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Winters had never seen such a flexible one-handed sword.

Compared with common one-handed armed swords, the blade of the long sword is already considered slender.

The one-handed sword in the hands of the man in black robe is actually slender than the sword body of the long sword, and it is obviously a one-handed sword, and the length of the sword body is not shorter than the two-handed sword in Winters' hand.

So long and still so flexible? What a hell.

But the good thing is that this is not a game, not a score.

Winters used to think that swordsmanship relied on sparring, and the so-called swordsmanship experience was useless nonsense. But after experiencing the battle with the pirates, he began to rethink the teachings of Teacher Richard Nall.

“Don’t just know how to make rapid progress, the pace must be flexible.”

Seeing that his sword failed and the opponent's sword had bypassed his path and stabbed straight from under the sword, Winters simply let go and threw the long sword directly towards his opponent.

If this were a game, I would be directly judged to be a loser. Probably after experiencing two actual battles in a row, he was no longer so nervous, and even started to complain about himself.

But no matter what he was thinking in his mind, Winters' body did not stop. He took two steps back to avoid the opponent's sword tip.

Veneta's assassins are particularly fond of using poison, and Winters grew up hearing stories of poison-hardened daggers. So even if there was only a one percent chance, he didn't want to be scratched by his opponent's sword.

The opponent did not expect that Winters had another move that turned the long sword into a flying axe. He was unable to dodge and was hit solidly.

Winters heard a strange sound when the opponent was hit. Unfortunately, Winters' long sword was an unedged training sword. The blow only caused the opponent to groan in pain, but did not cause any trauma that would make the opponent lose the ability to move.

Winters' Flying Sword Technique temporarily delayed the man in black robe. After being tricked, the man in black robe became furious and no longer cared about the passengers he was originally chasing. He straightened his sword and charged towards Winters.

Winters didn't expect that his flying sword technique could actually have the function of ridicule. He sneered in his heart, and then... ran away.

He didn't know what the black-robed man's swordsmanship was, but if this was a game that determined victory or defeat, the opponent would have won with that move when he wrapped his sword.

But it's a pity that this is a dock, not a training ground; it's a life-and-death fight, not a competition.

So, if I can't beat you, can I still not outrun you?

But behind Winters was the trestle, and he had nowhere else to go, so he had no choice but to step onto the trestle and head straight for the Skua like the rolling passenger just now.

The panicked passers-by on the trestle and the cargo unloaded by other merchant ships hindered the speed of the three people. The man in black robe looked at Winters right in front of him, but after running for more than ten steps, he couldn't catch up.

Winters just saw another man in black robe using an instant-fire musket. Since the other man had one, there was no reason for the man in black robe who was chasing him not to carry such a sharp weapon.

He had been guarding against this incident, so he didn't dare to run away and kept looking back at the man in black robe.

Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of the man in black robe raising his other hand hidden in his robe and pointing it at him. The man in black robe still had that strange-looking gun in his hand.

Winters had already been prepared. There were many goods temporarily piled by porters on the trestle, like low walls.

As soon as the man in black robe raised his hand, Winters bent down and rushed behind the half-man-high pile of goods, yelling: Use a gun? How shameless!

The man in black robe was so angry that he almost vomited blood and yelled back: Aren't you also running like a rabbit?!

But as soon as the man in black robe spoke, his power was broken, and the image of the cold and efficient silent assassin completely collapsed.

The man in black robe's retort made Winters realize that this guy was just an ordinary person with joy and anger, and he became more courageous.

The man in black robe strode closer to Winters. Winters saw from the gap in the wooden box that the musket in the man's hand was pointed at him, but he did not dare to show his head easily.

But he suddenly became wise and remembered Axel's hair burning technique that he had used once. He immediately made a hand gesture to cast a fire spell, recalling the feeling he had when he lit the female thief's hair on fire that night.

Although he couldn't see the hair under the black-robed man's cloak, he still pushed his magic ability to the limit regardless of anything, pouring magic power into the black-robed man's head.

The familiar squeezing feeling and phantom limb pain made Winters tremble all over, but he gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain the spell-casting state until the last moment.

While on the ship, Winters suffered from persistent, intense phantom limb pain in his third hand that he suffered while fighting a fire.

However, just in case, the major prohibited any spellcasting warrant officer from using any spell abilities until he was completely restored to his normal state. Apparently, he no longer cared about that much.

Winters only lasted a short time. The intense torture caused by using the spell ability made him unable to concentrate anymore. He gasped and left the spell-casting state.

There seemed to be a few wisps of green smoke coming out of the head of the man in black robe, but it did not burn violently like the female thief. The man in black robe kept moving, and the hair burning technique seemed to have no effect.

Winters knew in his heart that he was seeking medical treatment because of his illness, and his casting range was actually about one meter. I can use spells on objects within this range, but beyond this distance my spell ability becomes minimal. Making smoke emit from the head of a man in black robe a few meters away is already my best performance.

Winters took a deep breath and prepared to use the spell again. This time, he had to wait for the man in black robe to get closer before jumping out and fighting hand to hand with the man in black robe, and used the hair burning technique again at close range.

He comforted himself in his mind: After all this trouble on my part, this bastard would never be able to catch up with the elderly traveler. At worst, I would jump into the water.

The man in black robe strode up to Winters, and Winters was ready to attack. When the tip of the man in black robe was about to pass over Winters' head, a thunder exploded out of thin air on the dock.

Even the strongest thunder couldn't compare to this loud noise. Winters only felt as if someone had ignited the gunpowder in the barrel of the thirty-two-pounder when he put his ear to the barrel of the thirty-two-pounder.

Winters was so dizzy and his ears were ringing from the thunder that resounded in the sky, that the man in black robe could not help but cover his ears.

There was a slight sound of breaking through the air, followed by a clear sound of metal collision from the man in black robe.

Winters turned around following the thunder and saw Major Moritz standing on the wooden plank between the Skua and the trestle with his ears bleeding, pointing at the man in black robes with his arm.

The object in Major Moritz's hand gave off a faint reflection, and there was another subtle sound of breaking through the air. The man in black made another crisp metal collision sound, and something bounced from him to the trestle.

The man in black robe raised his musket and aimed it at the major. The major waved his hand and the gun went off. The lead hit the hull of the Skua, and there was a sound of broken boards.

The deafening thunder, Major Moritz, the silver coins, the sound of metal collision, the lead turning, the strange sound made when the sword hit the opponent... Winters understood, Winters had it all figured out: Moritz The Major is also a spellcaster! He just wasn't wearing a badge! And this black-robed bastard wore iron armor under his cloak.

Hit him on the head Major! Winters yelled to remind the major: He's wearing a breastplate under his cloak!

The major turned a deaf ear, and used the flying arrow technique to shoot two more silver coins, which hit the black-robed man's armor, making two clanging sounds but apparently failing to penetrate.

Seeing that the major turned a deaf ear to his words, Winters was distraught. He jumped out from behind the cover in a heartbeat and slammed into the black-robed man with his shoulder.

He was not completely reckless. He saw that the man in black robe had fired his musket empty, so he used both hands to snatch the man in black robe's sword.

The man in black robe did not expect that this boy whose swordsmanship was not as good as his own and ran away would dare to fight back. Winters hit him firmly in the chest, and his body lost its center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Winters also learned this move from a female thief, but it was a pity that he didn't bring a dagger, otherwise this move would have killed the man in black robe.

The touch when Winters' shoulder hit the man in black confirmed his judgment. The man in black was indeed wearing plate armor under his cloak.

Winters pressed the man in black robe with his body, grabbed the man in black robe's right hand and forearm with both hands, and used grappling skills to twist the man in black robe's wrist to force him to let go.

The man in black robe was also a tough guy. He endured the severe pain and still held his one-handed sword tightly. He turned the musket upside down with his left hand and hit Winters hard on the back with the butt of the gun.

The musket was turned upside down and turned into a warhammer. Winters' back was hit like a war drum by the hardwood butt of the gun, making a muffled sound. He even seemed to hear the sound of his own ribs breaking. He also ignored his dignity and used the most primitive weapon for animals - his teeth, and bit the man in black robe's right wrist fiercely.

Humans have a bite force of nearly fifty kilograms, and Winters could taste the rust of blood after one bite. The man in black robe was in pain and could no longer hold the sword, but Winters snatched the sword away.

The man in black robe was wearing a breastplate, so attacking the torso was useless. When Winters saw that the one-handed sword he grabbed had a blade at the base, he directly used the sword blade to smear the black-robed man's neck. The man in black robe reacted extremely quickly, protecting his neck with his musket and holding the blade of his sword.

The two were like peasant women fighting in a muddy pond, using all the most unseemly means to try to kill each other.

The one-handed sword of the man in black robe was extremely long, which was very disadvantageous in this kind of close combat. Winters stood up and wanted to return to his standing position.

The man in black robe also tried to stand up, but as soon as he stood up, he was kicked hard in the chin by Winters. This fierce kick caused the man in black robe to lose his strength, and he threw his head back and fell heavily to the ground.

Swinging the sword, Winters left a deep wound on the left arm of the man in black robe, and the musket in the man in black robe also fell out of his hand.

This time Winters had the complete upper hand. Just when he was hesitating whether to directly kill the man in black or arrest him alive for interrogation, he heard the major's loud reminder: Be careful!

When he raised his head, the slightly trembling sword tip was thrust in front of him, and two more men in black robes came.

Winters stepped back and deflected the stab. The man in black robe forced him back and stopped pursuing him. One man in black robe confronted him with a sword, while the other man in black robe squatted on the ground to check on his companion.

Knock down one, and two more come.

One on two, not good.

Winters shouted sternly: You don't want to live anymore? How dare you attack an officer!

The man in black robes in front of him didn't answer. The mask covered his face, and Winters couldn't see his expression. He could only see his eyes staring at him.

The man in black robe regained consciousness after being kicked hard by Winters on the head, and stood up with difficulty with the help of another man in black robe.

Winters secretly cursed this guy, could it be that his jaw is made of stone? He now regretted not having an iron plate in the front of his boots.

One-on-two turned into one-on-three, which was even worse. Winters pointed the tip of his sword at the man in black robe and slowly retreated to join the major.

Winters' brain was thinking rapidly: The target of the black-robed people was obviously the elderly traveler. After he had blocked him for so long, the traveler had obviously hid in a safe place, and the other party's plan had gone bankrupt.

On the premise of preventing them from achieving their goals, there is no need to force a few against many to try to kill or capture the enemy alive;

On the contrary, if the opponent is hesitant and does not want to retreat, then as long as he and the major can hold on for a while and wait for other students to understand what is going on and come to support, then these men in black robes will be turtles in the urn, and they will not be able to escape even if they have wings;

So the top priority is to stall for as long as possible.

After figuring this out, Winters started talking nonsense to distract the attention of the men in black: Look back, you two carriages have been stolen! Are you still standing here? Wait? You openly attacked army officers, but don’t blame us for attacking the few with more...

Winters took a step back after saying a word. The three men in black robes seemed unable to accept that the officer who was fighting for his life just now talked so much nonsense. It was annoying.

But they were not willing to give up their goal and leave, so every time Winters took a step back, they took a step forward.

The major strode to Winters' side with his sword in hand.

Winters saw two long blood streaks extending from the major's ears to his chin.

A man in black robe finally couldn't stand Winters's meaningless language offensive anymore and launched the attack first, and the other man in black robe followed suit.

Winters, Major, and two men in black robes began to fight with each other with swords. The sword of the other man in black robes was now in Winters's hand, so he did not participate in the sword fight, but stood behind his companions and was reloading his musket. .

This is the first time Winters has used a one-handed sword of this shape. The center of gravity of this type of one-handed sword is at the sword grid, and it feels very flexible in the hand. However, accordingly, the effect of slashing will be weakened.

Winters was not used to using this kind of sword, so he just blocked the opponent's attack with hesitation.

On the other hand, for the major, although Winters felt that the major's sword was just a decoration, he did not fail at all in using this decoration.

In an armorless sword fight, life or death can be decided in one round. But after two rounds, neither Winters, the Major, nor the two men in black robes were able to solve each other, and the four of them returned to the stage of confrontation and testing.

But a scream attracted everyone's attention.

The two men in black robes looked over Winters' shoulders and looked behind him.

Although Winters was curious, he did not dare to look back easily. He and the major took a big step back to distance themselves from each other, and then turned back to see what was going on.

The sight in front of them shocked the two of them: on the trestle, the elderly passenger who had escaped to a safe area was stabbed through the heart by a dock worker with a short knife, and the tip of the knife pierced the back of his heart.

The dock worker calmly pulled out his short knife, and with everyone watching, he used his pipe to light the gunpowder on the two box-like objects, then turned around and jumped into the sea.

So at the same time, on other merchant ships moored on the trestle, several dock workers threw several packages twisted with gunpowder onto the trestle, and then also jumped into the sea.

One of them landed not far from Winters. When Winters turned around, the men in black robes had already run away.

He and the Major looked at each other. They did not know what it was, but they immediately guessed its purpose.

Hand-thrown explosive bombs were used by the ancient empires a thousand years ago, and iron-cased hand-thrown bombs were nothing new in the sovereignty wars thirty years ago.

The gunpowder twist was burning rapidly, and there was no time to think anymore. Winters and the major jumped directly into the sea. The shock wave generated by the violent explosion caused the water to surge, pushing Winters deeper into the water.

When Winters choked on a mouthful of water, he remembered one crucial thing: he couldn't swim.

The book The New Artistic Book of Swift Swordsmanship by duelist master Michael Hunt records a total of one hundred moves. The content of the 100th move is as follows: The world is becoming dangerous, so please stop holding daggers. As a secondary weapon of the Swift Sword, there is a lance.