The world was like a revolving lantern in front of Hestein's eyes, and was covered with swords and swords, and then turned black. After the first few days of Crodisi's magic, he completely forgot where he was and where he came from. Every time he opened his eyes, his mind was blank.

"Go to stop Scipio's going south."

This was the only sentence that echoed in his mind.

He could only follow this order like a puppet carrying a thread.

No one can stop him from moving forward. He swept away everything that was blocking him like a gust of wind.

"Where is Scipio?"

He raised this question countless times, and then beat the trembling people to a coma.

Perhaps it was because of the passage of time, or perhaps it was because he gradually moved away from Paris. The influence of Juvaus on him was gradually weakening, and he could recall something.

However, his actions showed no sign of stopping.

"I'm a pirate."

“That’s all.”

He used all his strength to leave a deep footprint in every step he stepped by.

He finally found clues about Scipio's location, and that day he seriously injured hundreds of villagers on the bridge.

Then the maid next to Scipio came over, and he seriously injured him again without saying anything.

Although the maid pointed at the end with nothing and was not Scipio, he knew that Scipio was already in front of him.

When he thought of this, he suddenly felt a little excited. This was something he had never seen before after the magic of Crodisi.

Perhaps, deep in his heart, he had longed for such a battle. This desire may have arisen after Ragna's death, or perhaps even earlier. This irresponsible love, hate, and love is the blood of the warrior flowing in his body, making him look forward to this victory and defeat!

Then, the day after he seriously injured Amy, a messenger finally came with the book of Zhan-

"The location is the village at the foot of the mountain in front. It was three days later. The King of Sweden said that you and him will understand the grudges you have with him!"

"Very good," he replied, "I'll go there on time."

Then, he found a stone not far from the village and sat on it and waited for three days.

Three days later, he walked into the village before the sun rose, and stood with his sword and waited silently there.

The gradually awakened memory told him that he had once dueled Scipio. It was a very undesirable duel, and Scipio could not hold on with him. At that time, he did not even use Mistertin's swordsmanship.

However, memory also told him that Scipio was not a man who used force to win. She would definitely use all kinds of unexpected tricks to put his enemies in trouble.

He stood in the village from morning to night, and the village was quiet and there was no one.

He stood in the village from night to day again, but no one appeared.

Just as he began to be angry about this, a new messenger came.

"The Swedish king modified the duel location." said the messenger, "three days later, in..."

Hestein punched the messenger without saying a word.

"Where is Scipio now?" he shouted, "Take me over now!"

Under the leadership of the messenger, he rushed for a whole day and came to a new village. A group of soldiers were on duty in the village. When he saw Hestein coming from a distance, he was immediately scared to throw away his things in his hands and fled in all directions.

"Hestein is here! Hestein is here!"

"Go and report to the King of Sweden. Hestein is not moral and comes two days in advance!"

Hestein left the messenger and walked forward with great strides. The timid soldiers displeased him. He pulled out his sword and waved it, and the screaming soldiers all fell to the ground, and there was no sound.

"Where is Scipio?"

He stared at his eyes and moved closer to a soldier who was huddled in the corner of the wall, who was trembling as he was not seeing him dancing his sword.

Then, he suddenly fell into a pit.

"Still it in! He fell in!"

Suddenly, a series of sounds sounded in the village. A group of soldiers who had just been hiding rushed out from all over the place and came to the pit with interest.

Then, they all were stunned-

Hestein was standing on the steep paw around the pit in a posture parallel to the ground. His two toes were like two awls, piercing deeply into the soil, and using this insignificant point of leverage, climbing up step by step.

The soldiers hurriedly threw all kinds of debris from above the pit and tried to smash Hestein. They threw the stone, but Hestein easily flashed by; they threw the water tank, but the water tank was shattered by Hestein with his sword in the air. Seeing that Hestein was about to get out of the pit, they tried their best to lift a millstone of hundreds of kilograms together and smashed it towards Hestein in the pit.

Hestein stretched out a hand and easily held the millstone.

Then, he maintained a posture parallel to the ground, held the millstone with one hand, and walked out of the pit step by step.

"Where is Scipio?" he asked.

The soldiers were already silly.

"The King of Sweden... has long been gone. She is in another village, three days away from here."

"Take me over."

Hestein picked up a soldier's body and completely ignored the existence of others and strode away from the village.

In the next village, he was attacked by poisonous fog.

The village is located at a high place. As soon as he walked up, a light white gas floated up from the bottom of the mountain. Memories told him that Scipio was good at alchemy, so he used the technique of turtle breath to pass through a small section of poisonous fog and came to the upper air outlet, quietly waiting for the poisonous fog to float away.

In the next village, he was attacked by a long-planned fire. The fire quickly swept across the village and surrounded him.

He used his magic to destroy a circle of houses around him and made a fire-proof circle that could not be spread. Then, he walked into the remaining house, took out the turbid wine inside, and drank it happily.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the beach.

He saw an island floating above the sea that did not exist there, and on it was covered with Scipio's flag.

"You have no choice but to retreat, you can't escape."

He approached step by step towards the island.

"I'm tired of it. After all, you'll just do a few tricks, just over the name."

There was a rumbling sound on the horizon, as if thousands of people were running.

"I have gathered a large army and want to fight here with my back?"

His sword slowly dripped across the ground, dragging a deep mark on it.

"Even if you have ambushed thousands of troops here, it doesn't matter. The secret sword technique is invincible even if it is tens of millions of people."

"Lulululu!"

"Ho, huo, huo!"

"Hulululululu!"

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Chapter completed!