"Bang!"

Kaslan used a sliding shovel, and while dodging the attack, he kicked down a weapon stand, and the weapons on it fell down with a rush.

The old man picked up three or four weapons under his left armpit, then ran for seven or eight steps before turning back to face him again.

Seeing the weapon in Kaslan's hand, Nicolai's heart flashed!

The old man stretched out his right hand and pulled out an outdated weapon from his left arm that had long disappeared from his battlefield.

javelin.

Kaslan raised the javelin seriously and pulled his right arm away.

"Swoosh!"

Javelin is removed.

At that moment, Necolle didn't care about sending out the axe in his hand, and his body was short and his head was shrunk!

"Clam!"

The javelin that was galloping towards him, with the whistling sound of the wind, brushed through Nekolai's just hanging forehead and pierced into the stone brick behind him.

Necolle couldn't control his forehead, and his head was still chilling, so he decisively threw down his axe and halberd.

But the next second, there were two more "swooshing" whistlings!

Necolle tried his best to avoid the target **** and the two javelins on his head, but the arrow wound on his leg began to hurt again.

The meteor has shrunk to a stone pillar and just dodged, a javelin flew far away and plunged into his position just now.

Necolle panted against the stone pillar, anxiously looking for new weapons, cursing in his heart.

As the Hand-Blade Guard brought by Kaslan, no one knows better than him about Kaslan's terror.

Kaslan's strength and reaction were terrible, which gave him the title of "Earth Shake".

But the old commander's unique skills are still versatile in his proficiency in the use and characteristics of almost every weapon. He can easily capture weapons on the battlefield and become an unparalleled tool for killing.

For example, now with wide-blade swords, shackles, and javelins, every time he changes his weapon, his pressure increases dramatically, while the Meteor can only passively deal with it.

A sound came from behind the stone pillar. Kaslan picked up a bundle of javelins again and tore open the sealing rope.

"You have abandoned many skills, thorns," Caslan's voice came through the stone pillars: "You can tell from the weapons you have chosen that you have forgotten what I taught?"

"As a hand-blade guard, knowing the characteristics of each weapon is"

Nekolay leaned against the stone pillar and clenched his teeth.

Anger and pain rose from his chest.

"Why?" He spoke with difficulty, interrupting the other party.

"What's why?" Kaslan's voice.

Necolle gasped and clenched his fists.

"You damn bastard, from just now," the Meteorite gritted his teeth: "What the hell are you talking about so many things from the past?"

He roared, "Do you think we are still practicing on the training ground like we used to?"

"traitor!"

The old man behind the stone pillar fell silent.

"It's you," Nekolai said in pain: "It's you who turned us from recruiting soldiers who only know how to fight for food and clothing, money, face, honor and promotion into a hand-blade guard."

Nekolai closed his eyes tightly, feeling the blood rushing from every blood vessel: "Those words you told me when you were whipping the whip."

The next second, he grabbed the javelin that was stuck at his feet and suddenly flashed out from behind the stone pillar.

"Are they all fake?"

Two javelins were thrown towards each other from the hands of the two men!

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

Caslan's javelin brushed through Nekolai's calf, cutting the leather armor on his legs, bringing out blood.

Necolle rolled again and hid behind another stone pillar.

He touched his calves, and it was wet.

But he had no time to take care of it.

silence.

"Looking at how you looked just now, I thought you just wanted to kill me," Kaslan, who looked sad at the trembling javelin beside him, rubbed the wound outside his forearm: "You will never ask."

"A commander must always think more than his subordinates on the battlefield and take less," Necole could no longer bear it: "Isn't this what you told me?"

"Tell me how to be a qualified commander"

"Go to be a strong shield, an iron wall, and a battle flag on the battlefield that comrades can rely on."

"But what about you?" The Meteorian was emotionally excited, and his face twisted and shouted: "Where are the blade swearing you made?"

"Resist the powerful enemy, fight for a hundred wars until the blood is gone," Nekolai said tremblingly: "Sales hope, blooms glory until all things sleep forever."

"Where is your blood?"

"Where is your glory?"

"Boss!"

Nicolle's roar shocked Caslan!

The arsenal fell into a long silence.

Only the two of them were breathing, one was intense and the other was unstable.

Finally, the old man slowly spoke.

"It's very tiring to be a commander."

Necolle stopped.

Kaslan drooped his eyelids and opened his mouth softly:

"For nearly twenty years, His Majesty Nunn, how much darkness has you been burdened with and how many secrets have you carried?"

"How many things are there that will make you feel guilty, unable to sleep at night, heavy shoulders, but unable to speak?"

The Meteor clenched his teeth and did not answer.

But his heart felt unspeakable.

Kaslan said silently: "And you can only continue to train your subordinates with a righteous look on your face in the next day's training to be a loyal, glorious, upright and brave Hand-Blade Guard."

"I know, I know from my heart," Kaslan said bitterly:

"That's right, as one of His Majesty's most trusted people, the most powerful personal guard captain around him, the commander of the Blade Guard, the world will always remember your heroic posture on the battlefield and your mighty be by the king."

“But behind the glossy appearance”

“There are always things that cannot be escaped.”

Necolle simply frowned and his hands trembled slightly.

"Nunn and I grew up together, as close as brothers than Holt," Kaslan sighed slightly, pulling out the javelins in his hands one by one, lined them up in front of him for easy access: "More than thirty years ago, when I sat in the Final Tower, facing the teacher's letter of test to my inheritor and the invitation to the Blade Guard from the newly promoted King Nunn, I chose the latter without hesitation."

"I still remember the day when Longxiao City took office," the old man said silently: "Nuen, who had just become the king of the Communist Party, took me standing on the cliff in the sky with snowflakes, overlooking the entire Longxiao City."

“‘Caslan,’ he said so,” Caslan said bitterly: “‘If I want to change Exter, change this country’”

Necolle was shocked!

"'I want to change this country that is as great as the past, but also as old as the past, and change this country that has not made any progress for more than 600 years'"

"Will you help me?"

"I didn't hesitate," Kaslan sighed long, "but I never realized what kind of road this is."
Chapter completed!