Chapter 217 - Who Says A Shield Can“t Attack? (2/2)

While thinking this, Veronica suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck and hurriedly lowered her head. A sharp wind pa.s.sed over her head.

There were cries of surprise from the guards standing on the sidelines at this moment.

Veronica didn’t know what was happening, but her Warrior instincts made her not think much about it. When her instincts drove her, she not only didn’t retreat but also didn’t look at what had just attacked her. She just lowered her head and charged at Roland, while thrusting forward with her broadsword.

It was just that she was one step too slow because she lowered her head.

The guard-type puppet that had been bypa.s.sed was once again in front of Roland.

And her broadsword stabbed right into the puppet’s light s.h.i.+eld.

After the clas.h.i.+ng sound, the puppet took a slight step back, almost cras.h.i.+ng into Roland.

Veronica took a big step sideways with her right leg, and with a twist, she completed a spin sideways. The broadsword in her hand also spun around and slashed at Roland’s left shoulder with the force of the spin.

The way agile warriors attacked and moved was just so elegant.

It would have been impossible for a heavily armored warrior to make such a nimble move.

At the same time, through a surprised glimpse, as she spun, Veronica saw that what had just attacked her was a white magic doll, carrying a very long, curved blade in its hand.

What the h.e.l.l kind of weapon is that… first time I’ve ever seen one.

On the other hand, the white puppet was now warmed up and would probably be ready to strike again in the next half-second.

So Veronica had to be able to complete the Cleave in half a second and get ready to respond to the attack from behind.

The broadsword drew a circle, the tip s.h.i.+ning in the sunlight.

This time Veronica spun and s.h.i.+fted, once again bypa.s.sing the guard puppet and slas.h.i.+ng her broadsword at Roland’s right shoulder.

At this time, there was also suddenly a blue miaodao in Roland’s hand, transformed from Hand of Magic.

The miaodao blocked the broadsword, and after the sound of the clash, Roland borrowed the momentum to take three steps back.

Veronica didn’t rush to chase after him, but turned around abruptly and used the small s.h.i.+eld on her left hand to block the white puppet’s miaodao attack.

She was about to counterattack when she heard the wind a.s.sailing her back and the broadsword on her right hand suddenly moved toward the back of her shoulder, blocking Roland’s forward-stepping slash.

Roland was not as strong as the offensive puppet, and Veronica’s body merely wobbled, but he himself was instead bounced backward with his blade by the counter-shock force of the block.

At this time Veronica turned her head fiercely and smiled lightly at Roland, her pretty, innocent face full of pride.

“No more moves, right? It’s my turn next… Ah!”

Veronica suddenly let out a cry of pain and her entire body was knocked four or five meters away, falling to the ground.

She rolled to her feet, then realized that it was the blue s.h.i.+eld-bearing puppet that had knocked her off her feet.

A group of soldiers rushed over, shouting, and protected Veronica, all the while glaring at Roland.

Veronica was stunned, then looked at Roland and smiled somewhat happily. “I lost. I didn’t expect that your blue puppet could actually attack.”

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and snapped his fingers, dispersing the two Spell Puppets.

Veronica walked up to Roland. “I’ll fulfill my conditions and help you take care of this little girl… Are you sure you really don’t need me to do anything else?”

“No need.” Roland shook his head.

“Good.” Veronica nodded and smiled widely. “Because if you wanted me to sleep with you as other men do, I would have torn up the verbal contract, maybe even killed you. You’re a good man, you got away with it.”

Roland tsked, a little annoyed.