217 Who Says A Shield Cant Attack? (1/2)
Feeling the ”malice” in Roland's gaze, Veronica was quite upset.
In reality, Veronica was quite pretty, with a white, soft, oval face and willowy eyebrows. She was a little prettier than her sister, Princess Evelyn, but the problem was that she was so skinny that it detracted from her overall image.
Vivian, who had the better figure, was not as good-looking as Veronica, but if the two of them were put in front of Roland and he had to pick one, he would definitely choose Vivian over Princess Veronica.
”Looks like you're a man with a more normal orientation.” Upset as she was, Veronica still acknowledged Roland more; at least Roland wasn't the kind of beast that rutted when he looked at a woman's face. ”So we'll start now?”
Veronica beckoned, and the guard beside her handed a broadsword to her.
The broadsword was longer and wider than a normal longsword, and slightly heavier. It could be used as a two-handed sword or a one-handed sword, quite flexible in its usage, hence its popularity with most melee professionals.
After all, they weren't players; they didn't have Backpacks, so they couldn't carry dozens of weapons on them and switch or choose different options depending on the combat scenario.
This was why a weapon that could adapt to most combat scenarios was so important.
Planting her broadsword on the ground, Veronica received another small round shield from the soldier and pinned it to her left arm.
This small round shield wasn't large, a little over twenty centimeters in width, and barely interfered with the user's ability to hold the weapon with both hands, or to dual-wield weapons, and it could serve as a shield for limited blocking at critical moments.
She was an agile warrior… Most female warriors were agile.
Of course, there were many voluptuous commanders as well.
After equipping her weapon, Veronica smiled at Roland and said, ”Don't worry, my broadsword hasn't been sharpened, and I'll keep my hand on it—it shouldn't kill anyone, at most, it will break a few bones… Are you ready?”
Roland signaled for Mijil to stand next to him, then he stepped back onto the grass and snapped his fingers, and a blue Spell Puppet holding a shield of light appeared in front of him.
”I'm ready.”
”What a strange Spell Puppet. Looks like a guard.” Veronica lowered her body slightly. The broadsword hadn't been sharpened and she used it to slightly brace her body. This way it looked as if she didn't have a point of support to exert power, but a professional couldn't be evaluated with common sense. This was a sign that she was about to charge.
”It's just a Spell Puppet…”
Just as Roland spoke, Veronica's eyes lit up and she charged forward.
She was extremely fast and extravagantly supple yet with the elegant beauty of power, like a golden cheetah on the hunt.
Roland had thought that the other party would just hit the Spell Puppet, and he had even conjured Hand of Magic, ready to give her a hard time when she hit the Spell Puppet.
However, Veronica suddenly twisted, and her entire body shifted two meters to the right without any warning signs. She suddenly appeared on Roland's left side, bypassing the guard-type Spell Puppet.
Z-Charge, a high-level Warrior specialty.
This specialty still hadn't been learned by any players up until now.
It wasn't that the player Warriors weren't smart enough, but no one taught it.
Got you!
Looking at Roland, who was less than two meters in front of her, Veronica had a smile on her face, but there was a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
She thought that this peer who didn't covet her for her beauty could show her a different result.
Unexpectedly, it was still just like the others who lost after two or three moves.
Are all magicians really not good at melee combat?
Next, she just had to push her broadsword forward to win the duel.
The man has a nice personality, so I won't break his bones.
While thinking this, Veronica suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck and hurriedly lowered her head. A sharp wind passed over her head.