When the group was resting and alert, no one came to arrange work for Zhao Mai. Logically speaking, since in the natural environment in the wild, the Druid's Force can better help everyone get supplies and recover, at least much stronger than the Paladin. However, everyone has seen that during the entire trip, Zhao Mai was exercising in an overloaded manner, chasing four legs with two legs, which was very difficult for his physical fitness. Now that he stopped, he naturally had to give him the opportunity to rest.

But Butcher didn't think so. He tied the horse and the mule together, and then came to Zhao Mai: "Boy, I don't know what you did, but you should be exhausted at this time. Disgrace is not a good quality, so now lift your butt, pick up the long sword, and let's practice."

Heroul was far away, but she still heard it. "Hey, let him be quiet, he needs a rest."

Butcher glared at the Paladin fiercely and said disdainfully: "Rest? Are you his man? Do you still need him to save your energy for the evening? Close your beautiful little mouth. If he doesn't want to, he will say that he doesn't need your tongue!"

Hairouer frowned and was about to get angry. Zhao Mai quickly stretched out his hand, "Don't make noise, I'm fine. My legs are a little tired, but my arms are fine, so I won't delay my practice." He stood up with his knees and picked up the giant toothed beast. "I don't use a long sword, just use this."

"Is this the sounding thing?" Butcher walked over and took a look, suddenly snatched the spear from Zhao Mai's hand, and kicked him over. The reserve grain rushed up, and Butcher stretched out his wrist to let it bite. An iron wrist guard was hidden under the leather sleeve, and the reserve grain teeth did not pose any threat.

Butcher weighed the spear with his right hand and threw the reserved grain out with a wave of his left hand. "You can't always relax your vigilance, including those around you, stupid boys, you should know that a knife is a knife and it won't be fatal just because it's on your partner."

The musket hit his chest and felt a slight pain, but Butcher did not take any further action. Zhao Mai called the reserve grain and rubbed his chest to get up from the ground. At this moment, Buche had no warning and kicked Zhao Mai's calf. Zhao Mai jumped back and barely avoided.

"It's a little progress, stinky brat," said Butcher. "Now don't pick up weapons and pick up your dull sword! If you use a bladed spear, I have to use a weapon of the same quality, and the only result is that you're dead."

While carefully observing Butcher's movements, Zhao Mai picked up the sword on the ground to practice. Unexpectedly, this hideous strong man prepared these things in his backpack. He really didn't know how to evaluate it. The dull sword was a little light in his hand, the handle was short and thin, and the length was not enough, so it was obviously not for adults. So Zhao Mai raised his own question.

Butcher snorted coldly, obviously a little impatient, and said, "You are just the standard of a child now, it's just right to use this!"

After saying that, he swung his long sword and attacked him.

There was no routine at all, it was all attacking like a storm. The sword launched a continuous attack from all directions, and Zhao Mai had nowhere to hide. Even if the weapon was not cut, it would be very painful when it hit him. Zhao Mai, who did not want to suffer this crime, could only cheer up and use the blocking method taught by the ranger to try to offset Butcher's offensive.

"Do you think I have a strong and fast speed? Do you want me to reduce the difficulty?" Butcher squirted while fighting: "Dream, stinky brat. All the enemies you encounter in your life are stronger and faster than you, and at the same time better than you, and their skills are better than you. Even their luck will be better than you! Whether it is the small pit on the ground, the battlefield's ripples or the support, you will always be at a disadvantage, forever!"

Zhao Mai blocked the eight swords in succession, and his arms were already a little weak. He quickly changed hands and tried to take out the long sword with his left hand. However, in the battle, it took a certain level to change hands and use weapons. Butcher seized this opportunity and hit Zhao Mai's left face with a straight punch, knocking him to the ground.

"At up, vomit some blood at most, and your teeth won't fall off. Don't lie on the ground like a woman." Butcher rubbed his nose and said to Zhao Mai with a smile: "If you want to stop, just cry your nose. I will feel sorry for you at that time, you can rest assured!"

Zhao Mai licked his teeth, spitted bloody spit on Butcher's feet, and stood up without saying a word. Being beaten is nothing, but learning to beat him back is important. He moved his right wrist and tied his sword and his hands together with a belt to prevent himself from losing his grip due to fatigue.

The two then started fighting again.

Butcher is tall and strong, and has the agility that is rare in his figure. Although he can't see any structure, his attacks are really threatening every time. Zhao Mai tried hard to support him, but he would always be knocked down within fifteen moves. However, he has not been attacked by a long sword once, and all he beat him down were fists, soles or head hammers.

A strong man who was nearly two meters tall used a header against Zhao Mai who was less than 1.8 meters tall, and actually had the style of a pile driver. Zhao Mai only felt that the shadows came, and the sky and the earth were dark, and then he fell to the ground with a star. "Your blocking is done well, it seems that someone has taught you." But Boucher's voice was hazy, as if it was far away in the sky. "But blocking cannot win. You must know that you are always at a disadvantage in the number of people. The longer you defend, the more enemies you have."

"Strong cannot be long, and soft cannot be kept." Zhao Mai muttered.

"What did you say?" Butcher heard this, but because this was Mandarin, it was a different language for him, so he naturally couldn't understand it at all. So he said, "Hmph, boy, you must be scolding me. Come on, give you a chance to vent your anger. This time I'll give you one hand."

Zhao Mai stood up panting and shook his head: "I won't be fooled by your stinking. After a while, you will definitely beat me with that hand, and then tell me the great truth that you can't believe in the enemy. Save it, you can't play with me!"

"Haha! I'm starting to like you." Butcher's mouth opened hard toward his earlobe, and his two rows of teeth were like sharks. "You are very smart. I'm ashamed of what I think, so I have to beat you hard, otherwise I'm not happy. I can't do it if I'm not happy!"

Zhao Mai continued to be beaten, but he began to try to seize opportunities and counterattack in defense. Of course, his idea was right, but his ability to seize opportunities was far from enough, and his offensive technique was too naive, and he could not achieve the expected effect at all. He always showed flaws. He was caught by Butcher and then knocked over. Butcher mocked him while pointing out his mistake: "The dog's eyes exposed his thoughts!" "I didn't stand firm yet, but I wanted to charge and throw a dog into bite!" "I was so straited forward that the dog's butt could no longer protect him!" "Put your tail, otherwise you would kick your dog x."

The reserved grain was lying on the ground, his ears drooped, and his eyes were covered with his claws. It really wanted to not look at or listen to it. Only by its side, the small flowers in the flowerpot were swaying hard, and he tried hard to store natural force, so that the druid could recover his body in a while.
Chapter completed!