Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 4 Only War
A single-edged knife is clearly no longer a viable weapon for Lu Mingfei.

After examining his spoils, Lu Mingfei reluctantly picked out a relatively well-preserved straight sword, then took off his tattered robe that he had worn for a long time and put on the chainmail he had bought from Galena.

The reason he didn't use these before was that Lu Mingfei's physical condition simply didn't meet the requirements for equipping them: his arms would get sore after swinging the longsword a few times, and his movement was too sluggish after putting on the chainmail.

Now transformed, he can wield the sword steadily and with ease.

Well then, it's time to set off.

Morning mist enveloped the coast of Nymgford.

Lu Mingfei's chainmail clanged with each movement, accompanied by the demi-human's hoarse roar, as Lu Mingfei swung his first sword—

It was chopped off course.

The moment the sword blade got stuck in the gap in the wooden shield, the demi-human on the right didn't hesitate to smash the club in his hand at Lu Mingfei.

The whistling sound of wind breaking through the air carried the scent of the sea.

Lu Mingfei recalled his precious memories of close combat classes at Kassel College and rolled away awkwardly.

I should have paid more attention in class.
Using the momentum of the roll, he pried the longsword out of the crack in the shield, sending splinters flying.

"You're cheating!"

Lu Mingfei jumped back, panting heavily, his teeth itching with anger.

He gripped the hilt of the straight sword tightly with both hands, his eyes focused intently.

His deep brown pupils subtly shimmered with gold.

That was not the radiance of a blessing, but the golden eyes that belonged only to the dragon race, only to creatures with dragon blood flowing through their veins!
He inexplicably imitated the stance he had seen in class, drawing a crescent-shaped arc from bottom to top with his sword.

A strange sensation came from the sword, like cutting through a stack of damp paper. The slender demi-human's neck and above were sliced ​​off with a single stroke.

Lu Mingfei showed no joy in defeating his enemy. Without hesitation, he turned his sword and moved swiftly, plunging the sword into the chest of the second demi-human.

He doesn't know swordsmanship.

But it can kill.

The moves were crude yet deadly; wherever the blade struck, it was a fatal weakness.

Lu Mingfei wiped away the blood splattered on his face, his golden vertical pupils flickering in the morning mist.

Several days later, when the morning mist dissipated, Lu Mingfei was already sitting on the ruins of the church, wiping his longsword with the soldiers' cloaks.

These days, his hunting range has long since extended beyond the woods.

The ruins in front of the checkpoint have become a new training ground.

Lu Mingfei used a short bow and bone throwing knives to lure lone soldiers and even knights, honing his swordsmanship in life-or-death battles and seizing runes.

Knight Grek is indeed powerful, but not invincible.

The heavy armor restricted his agility; as long as he seized a fleeting opening, Lu Mingfei's blade could still pierce his flesh.

Of the more than twenty deaths, there was one—

Lu Mingfei's sword pierced through the knight's mask.

He belatedly realized:
Things really have changed.

The sword blade reflected his calm expression. His handsome face had lost some of its former weakness.

Well, it's time.

It's time to move on.

Fam Azra's orcs.

This time, you will die by my sword, Lu Mingfei.

The original small leather shield has been replaced with a brass shield taken from the soldiers' corpses. Now, even when Lu Mingfei holds the sword with one hand, he is as steady as a rock.

The chainmail helmet was already damaged, and the one that was replaced with it belonged to some unfortunate soldier.

He silently placed his hand on the blessing, silently recited the name "Near Forest Cave" in his heart, then closed his eyes. In the next instant, he arrived at this place that had once driven him to the brink of collapse.

He had attempted it several times, but all attempts ended in failure.

This time, however, was different. Lu Mingfei believed he was now capable of fighting it. He was willing to stake his sword and his life; victory meant life, defeat meant death.

He skillfully pulled out a torch, dealt with the gray wolf hiding in the darkness, then turned right and headed straight for the cave where the orcs rested.

Deep within the cave, orcs are tearing apart the remains of some creature.

Orcs are ferocious by nature and have a huge appetite; perhaps it was their bloodshed that attracted the pursuit of Grik's soldiers.

Mingfei gazed at it silently, his golden eyes blazing with an even more intense light in the shadows.

At that moment, he wasn't thinking about anything.

Only the sword, and the intent to kill.

The shadow of the campfire swayed.

The figure covered in dark gray fur slowly turned around.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, instantly switched to a long spear from his spatial storage, then raised his hand, bent his body, threw it, and switched back to his long sword. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, all done in one go.

Whoosh!
Before the gray figure could react, the spear from the Grek Warband was already upon him, piercing the orc's left shoulder, its tip still trembling.

"Ow!!!"

The ear-piercing roar echoed throughout the cave. This shot inflicted considerable damage on the orc and fully unleashed its ferocity.

The orc still retained some intelligence; it snapped off the exposed part of the gun, leaving only the tip stuck on its shoulder, but did not pull it out rashly.

Its murky gray vertical pupils locked onto Lu Mingfei, and it raised its broadsword, exuding a heavy sense of oppression.

Indeed, they retained their intelligence.
At this border, anyone who retains their sanity is undoubtedly someone of some strength.

Lu Mingfei was not surprised that the shot hit its mark; in fact, he felt a little regretful that it hadn't struck a vital spot.

An orc is an orc after all. The considerable damage did not slow down its actions. Without the slightest hesitation, it charged at Lu Mingfei with its greatsword.

Lu Mingfei stared intently at its movements.

This starting stance, this angle, it's a thrust!
Lu Mingfei slid to the right, narrowly avoiding the blade, but he did not attack immediately, because the orc's offensive was not over yet.

The second horizontal slash came immediately, and he spun around to the orc's left blind spot.

prick!
Without hesitation, Lu Mingfei thrust his longsword into the orc's lower back.

puff!

The foul-smelling blood splattered onto the breastplate.

The orc roared in pain, then instantly turned and slashed back, the wind from his blade blowing away the stray hairs on Lu Mingfei's forehead.

Even though it had already caused damage twice, Lu Mingfei understood that there was still a long way to go before he could defeat it.

Whether it's due to racial characteristics or not, the orcs of Famyazra possess incredibly strong defense and endurance. Wounds that would be fatal to ordinary humans only increase their ferocity.

The orc's attacks may seem chaotic and unpredictable, but they are actually quite systematic. Each swing consists of 3-5 consecutive strikes. The third strike usually ends with a vertical slash, while the fifth strike is more dangerous. On the fifth strike, the orc will use its amazing jumping ability to leap high into the air and bring the powerful strike down.

When the distance increases, it will attack with a combination of thrusting and spinning slashes.

These patterns seem simple, but they were actually summarized by Lu Mingfei through ten or even twenty deaths.

As the third vertical slash came down, Lu Mingfei suddenly lunged forward. The broadsword carved deep into the rock, and he seized the opportunity to sweep his sword horizontally, aiming straight for the orc's throat.

Something strange happened!

The orc suddenly dropped his knife, grabbed Lu Mingfei's calf with his claws, and swung him towards the rock wall!

Just before the impact, Lu Mingfei reacted quickly, instantly curling up and using his brass shield to cushion the impact.

boom!
The shield instantly deformed, and he rolled to the ground, spitting out blood.

This sudden turn of events directly disrupted Lu Mingfei's rhythm.

what is this?
So, it can change its tactics?
Yes, it has sentience, so how could it fight like a soldier in a rigid, formulaic way?
I was careless.

Covered in dust and dirt, Lu Mingfei gulped down a mouthful of Dettol, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his golden eyes blazed even brighter in the shadows.

(End of this chapter)