Zhao Si had not met with Godrick, mainly because he still had Mohg under his control and really could not afford any complications.
He had been a little worried about the meteorites at first, but he had not expected Godrick to be so fierce.
Like a cockroach that refused to die, he fought harder with every battle, without the slightest fear.
As long as he was unafraid and could maintain his fighting spirit, his prospects were limitless.
It seemed the boy was brimming with fighting spirit and not at all afraid of losing.
That was how it worked. Having fighting spirit did not mean always winning.
Constant victories might foster pride rather than fighting spirit.
Too much pride was not a good thing for Godrick.
Being unafraid of setbacks was the winding road to true strength.
Zhao Si would return to the Haligtree to report first. If Miquella had nothing else for him to do, he could come back and help Godrick.
Godrick had no idea his trusty partner had been there and was still fighting on the front line.
After dealing with Astel, he wiped the blood off his face, drank some water to moisten his throat, and caught his breath, only to have to deal with a Black King who had appeared up ahead.
In his eyes, humanoid monsters like the Black Kings and White Kings were much better than giant bug-like things like Astel.
Mainly, his Flowing Sword allowed him to try deflecting a Black King's Greatsword.
The Gravity Sorcery the Black Kings wielded was not particularly terrifying, either.
Godrick could withstand even Astel, so he was even less afraid of those repulsion waves and attraction waves.
They were just troublesome. Just as his blade's tip was about to make contact, he would be pushed away, which