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Chapter 6 Lion Slash

The dazzling sword light was like a full moon.

Dorothy's eyes widened.

The sword flashed and landed on the black-backed boar's neck.

The massive black-backed boar was felled to the ground by the sword, letting out a painful scream.

Uncle Zaka landed on the ground, using his sword to support himself, panting heavily.

He immediately looked up and shouted:

"Net and rope!"

"That last strike was too shallow; the black-backed boar isn't dead yet. Quick, help me restrain it!"

Under Uncle Zaka's command, the villagers worked together to completely restrain the black-backed pigs without any major incidents.

The black-backed pig struggled very violently.

During the attack, Uncle Zaka tried to continue, but was knocked away.

Fortunately, the other party was not seriously injured.

Uncle Zaka was able to raise his sword again.

This time, Dorothy saw it clearly.

A blue aura rose from Uncle Zaka's hands and then merged into the longsword he was holding.

"Lion Slash!"

Accompanied by a low shout.

The dazzling sword light shone again.

Boom!

The black-backed pig's head fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out, soaking the ground completely into a red stain.

……

The damage caused by the monster invasion was enormous.

More than a dozen people were injured, and several houses were destroyed.

If it weren't for Uncle Xhaka, the injuries would probably have been much more severe.

"Hot water."

Dorothy, holding a wooden bowl, handed the boiled water to Uncle Zaka, who was resting in the corner.

At this moment, the other person's lips were somewhat pale, and their body was wrapped in bandages.

Blood seeped from the bandages.

Beside him lay the sword that had severed the neck of the black-backed boar.

The sword was about the length of an adult's arm, making it hard to understand how it could sever the neck of a black-backed boar the size of a house.

I recall the angry roar that Uncle Zaka made back then.

It must be some kind of very powerful sword technique.

Zaka sat on the ground, reaching out to take the hot water Dorothy offered, but his hand fell limply halfway up.

"..."

Seeing this, not only Dorothy, but even Zaka himself was stunned.

"Sorry, you can just leave the water here."

"OK."

Dorothy put down the hot water and left quietly.

After walking a distance, she turned to look at Uncle Zaka, who was resting.

The other person was looking down at that moment.

"That one just now..."

Dorothy was a little uncertain; Uncle Zaka, who was able to kill the black-backed boar, now seemed to have no strength left to even touch water.

She didn't know the reason, but Uncle Zaka's condition was certainly not good right now.

However, she also needs to help others clean up the village that was destroyed by the black-backed pigs.

After all, winter is just around the corner.

The damaged houses need to be repaired quickly.

Otherwise, people might die in winter.

As for the cost of repairing the house, it will be covered by the black-backed pig that Uncle Zaka killed earlier.

A low-level magical beast can still fetch a good price.

Mr. Lauren wouldn't say anything.

Lauren returned home while everyone in the village was busy.

At this moment, he looked somewhat tired, his armor was covered in blood, and his horse was filthy.

However, judging from his condition, he should not be injured.

When Knight Lauren returned, he naturally heard about Uncle Zaka's situation.

What did the two talk about?

After that, Sir Lauren left; he had many things to take care of.

On one side are outside businessmen, and on the other side are village houses that need repair.

Whether it's people or money, he needs to make the decisions.

Dorothy may be young, but she can cook.

She could cook for the workers alongside the women in the village.

Of course, she would always bring food to Uncle Zaka at mealtimes.

Her purpose was obvious: she wanted to get a little closer to Zaka.

Zaka naturally saw everything Dorothy was doing.

So after delivering meals for three consecutive days, just as Dorothy was about to leave, Zaka called out to her.

Dorothy.

"Hmm? Uncle Zaka, what's wrong?"

Dorothy pretended not to know anything and looked back at the other person.

Zaka sighed slightly and said:

"You little rascal, your intentions are too obvious. Anyone can see through them."

Dorothy smiled sheepishly upon hearing this.

obvious?

That's obviously right; Dorothy was just putting on an act.

"Hehehe, Uncle Zaka, I didn't expect you to be so amazing! Everyone in the village is talking about you now, you actually managed to kill a black-backed boar!"

"Unfortunately, I was hiding at the time and didn't get a good look at Uncle Zaka's heroic fighting posture."

Dorothy then wore an expression of adoration.

Zaka could only manage a wry smile upon hearing this.

"Impressive, haha, but being impressive comes at a price."

As he spoke, Zaka looked at the iron sword he had tossed aside.

"When I was young, I traveled to many places and considered myself to be quite skilled in martial arts, until I took an arrow to the knee..."

A hint of reminiscence flickered in Zaka's eyes, then he shook his head.

"I haven't picked up a sword since that day, and I've neglected my training. The two sword strikes that killed the black-backed boar drained all my magic and potential, and now I don't have much strength in my hands."

"Little Dorothy, how about doing this old man a favor?"

Zaka looked at the thin Dorothy standing in front of him.

He didn't want to speak.

Of all the people who have come recently, only Dorothy seems suitable.

The other children in the village would never come near him.

Dorothy, upon hearing this, asked with some doubt:

"Uncle Zaka is so amazing, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes, if you help me deliver a letter, as a thank you, I can teach you swordsmanship." Zaka's stubble-covered mouth twitched.

He said what Dorothy wanted to hear most.

Dorothy lowered her head slightly, her expression completely hidden in her silver-gray hair.

"I agree to help, but who should I send the letter to? Can't Uncle Zaka deliver it himself?"

The childlike quality in her voice made Zhaka relax considerably.

He looked tired at that moment.

"The letter is for my son in Whitefish Town. As for why I don't deliver it myself, I don't have the strength to go there right now, and I've also promised Sir Lauren that I can't leave for the time being."

"Besides, it would cost a lot of money to have someone else deliver the letter, and I can't afford that much postage. I've noticed you looking at my sword several times, little Dorothy, you must be interested in my swordsmanship."

"So I thought I'd use my sword skills as payment to get you to make the trip."

"Ah, don't worry, I can teach you swordsmanship first, as long as you deliver the letter before the winter festival."

Baiyu Town is hundreds of kilometers away from Laolun Village. Even if the journey goes smoothly, it will take more than half a month to travel back and forth.

There is still more than a month until the winter festival.

Even if time is a bit tight, with half a month left for the journey, I can still stay with Uncle Zaka for half a month to learn swordsmanship.

For others, even after a month of learning swordsmanship, they are still beginners.

You won't learn anything useful at all.

Zaka thought the same thing. He saw that Dorothy was young and wouldn't be able to stick with learning swordsmanship for long. She might even get tired after a couple of days and give up. That's why he made this condition.

He continued:

"Well, if you want to continue improving your skills, I can write you a letter to the Hunter Training Academy so you can enroll smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Dorothy's eyes immediately lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zaka, trust me, I'll definitely deliver it for you!"

Seeing that Dorothy had agreed, Zaka supported himself on his knee with one hand and straightened up.

"Alright, starting today, I'll teach you swordsmanship!"