The young man wearing a stuffed hat and pot helmet in the style of the Eastern Roman Empire waved the sword in his hand at the thick, muddy man in Baron Emond's team with some anxiety.
The stout man named McKinson, who was covered in dry mud, was definitely a tough guy. He had no intention of dodge. He just lightly blocked the large one-handed armed ax in his hand, and only heard the sound of iron collision. There was a crisp sound, and Komnenos' young comrade's hands were almost knocked unconscious by the huge force, and the dagger in his hand almost flew out of his hand.
But since this young warrior was able to escape from the slave ship with Komnenos and survive such a long period of wandering, he obviously had a lot of skills. Almost instinctively, he raised his shield-holding left hand in front of him. Sure enough, he immediately felt the huge kinetic energy from his left hand in the splash of sawdust.
The stout man's attack showed no sign of stopping, and the sharp armed ax struck rapidly again and again on the shield of the young Dongluo warrior, which was gradually damaged beyond recognition.
"Damn, this is not the way to go!" The young Dongluo soldier on the far left of the battle line was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He was really worried about when this wooden shield, which was not so strong, would be cut through. If so, the only one facing the sharp armed ax would be his arm, which was only protected by a thin layer of leather wristbands.
"The opportunity has come, this stupid bear is exhausted!" The young warrior from Dongluo felt that the muddy warrior's swing of the ax was getting slower and slower each time, and his breathing gradually became louder, and his mind couldn't help but become active. He was going to take advantage of the opportunity for the thick man in the mud to swing his ax and quickly draw out his sword, inserting the dagger into his chest to completely end this damn passive beating situation.
"Drink and die!"
The young Dongluo warrior seized the opportunity and quickly thrust his sword into the chest of the thick muddy man just as he was drawing his axe. However, what happened to meet him was not a pair of frightened eyes, but a pair of frightened eyes. The look of a treacherous plot succeeding.
"Pfft!"
For some reason, the thick muddy man actually changed his previous decline and slashed at the young Dongluo warrior's hand that wanted to stab at an extremely fast speed.
For a moment, blood spurted out from the Dongluo warrior's arm. The stout man who was originally covered in yellow dried soil had large red blood spots that did not belong to him. An extremely tragic howl emerged from the fierce slashing. The sound of killing came out.
"No, Lu Ke!" Comunen turned his head when he heard the voice, and what he saw was the forearm of the young comrade who had accompanied him all the way that had fallen to the ground, and the terrifying wound that exposed the white bones and was constantly gushing out red blood.
"Well!"
With another axe, the face of the young Dongluo warrior spattered blood and minced meat, and then he fell weakly to the ground in the direction of the stalwart man's retraction of the axe. His body was twitching in an ever-growing pool of blood.
Komnenos was stunned for a moment. He felt as if time began to slow down, the air began to become thicker, and all the memories about Lu Ke poured into his mind.
"Sir, I have met you before. I am the son of a carpenter from the village next to you. My name is Lu Ke. God, it is not easy to find someone you know in this army full of foreigners, haha." Amidst the sounds of the baggage carriages and the soldiers' armors rubbing and colliding, a familiar young man wearing a tattered stuffed hat shyly struck up a conversation with Komnenos.
"Sir, this is a trap, we have fallen into it!" The heat waves blowing from the dry air of the Emir of Samaria slapped Komnenos' face with tiny grains of sand, and a stick flew at high speed. The Zaomu spear was getting bigger and bigger in Komnenos eyes, but it was blocked by a familiar brown-eyed comrade holding a thick wooden shield.
"This is our only chance to survive, Sir, no matter the success or failure, I will do my best to follow you to fight a bloody path." In the slave ship's damp and dark slave cabin mixed with various stinks and musty smells , illuminated by the weak firelight shining in from outside the cell door, Lu Ke's big, bright eyes looked at Komnenos eagerly like torches.
"There are bandits ambushing you! Sir, please take the supplies and compatriots and retreat quickly. Just leave this place to us!" Arrows were flying randomly on the forest road in the Principality of Provence. Lu Ke and his comrades immediately held up their shields to block them. In front of a group of refugees who escaped from the slave ship.
"Sir, do we count this as poaching? No matter how many there are, people are almost so hungry that their backs are touching their chests. Alas, when will these days end? I don't know when I can return to my hometown. I don’t know what happened to my father and mother!” In a dense forest in the Principality of Swabia, Komnenos and his surviving comrades were eating rabbit meat from the hunt under the bright white moonlight, while Lu Ke lowered his head sadly. said.
Along the way, Komnenos grew up from a novice who had never seen blood, from a sentimental person who would cry bitterly for his deceased comrades at night when others were asleep, to a veteran with blood on his hands in the battlefield, who was used to seeing life and death. old bird. But facing the tragic situation that his companion who had been by his side before setting off from Dongluo territory died in front of him, his heart was still greatly touched.
"No, no! Damn it, ahhhh!" Comnenus's older, middle-aged comrade-in-arms, Alexander, roared loudly. His heart was overturned. He endured great grief and opened the barrage of Sir Edmund in front of him to stab him. Instead of using his sword, he turned from defense to offense and actually beat the Emond soldier in front of him who had the advantage just now so that he couldn't even lift his head.
However, one person's sudden outburst and bravery cannot change the entire situation of the war.
"Look, look, look, the left and right wings of Lord Simon's team are about to be torn apart! My friend, the goddess of luck did not favor you today, and you have to lose money again!" The old potter in the civilian audience said tightly. Holding tightly to the wooden fence at the edge of the competition venue, he shouted excitedly to the fat businessman next to him who was ashen-faced.
Miller, who was on the far right, was somewhat defeated by the veteran Youzi who was facing him. He was hit by an ax in the abdomen, but it was blocked by the strong mail. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured. But after Miller received the axe, his attack speed and intensity dropped a lot. He almost struggled to parry the enemy's stormy attacks while retreating in small steps.
"Stop being in a daze, do you want your life?" His eyes returned to the center of the competition field. Gabriel helped Komnenos block the sword slashed by a soldier with disgusting herpes on his ears. cried the divine Komnenos. This shout was like a wake-up call that made Komneno quickly wake up from his grief, regain his senses, and clenched the dagger still dripping with blood in his hand.
"Damn it! I, I must kill that dirty goat-fucking mud-covered dog with my own hands!"
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At this time, Simon was fighting neck-and-neck with Baron Edmund and had no time to care about what was happening next to him. Both sides are carefully looking for each other's flaws in order to quickly defeat their opponents and open up the situation.
"Hey, cowardly mouse, your visor looks quite valuable. I don't know where you got it from, you poor guy. But it doesn't matter, I don't give a damn, because in a while This helmet is my trophy. Maybe I have to say thank you in advance for your generous gift." Baron Edmund is really a talkative person, and he can't help but talk a lot between the two duels. Liangzui may hope to anger his opponent in this way, disturb his mind, and expose his weaknesses.
"Haha, respected Baron Edmund, I think your sword is quite good, and it's even plated with gold. It's a pity that it's a useless thing, put in the hands of a weak lady like you. It's so humiliating, it's just right for me. Besides, I once heard a gypsy say that one day I would duel with a despicable bastard in the jousting ring. From all indications, that bastard must be you. ?" Simon sneered at Baron Edmund's ridicule, and immediately retorted, causing Baron Edmund to turn red with anger, and even the hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.
"Ahhhhh!" Although Baron Edmund tried hard to control his emotions, he couldn't help but take the lead in attacking Simon, a young man who didn't know the heights of the world.
"Ping!"
Simon held the sword with both hands and raised his hand above his head to block the sword that was directed towards his head. Before Baron Edmund could retract his sword and strike out with the next sword, he made a quick decision and stepped forward to kick Edmund hard. Baron with a kick to the gut. Simon also wanted to take the opportunity to swing his sword at Baron Edmund, who had been hit by a kick, but the latter quickly backed away very cautiously, distanced himself from Simon, and regained his sword.
This kick caused the feces, urine and blood stained on the soles of Simon's shoes to leave a smelly and disgusting footprint-like filth on the bright robe worn by Baron Edmund. Although it was not very harmful or powerful, But it's extremely insulting.
"Stupid donkey!" Baron Edmund looked down at his robe that was now stained with feces and smelled bad, and his whole face turned green with anger. He raised his head and shouted at Simon, but he rushed forward like a stupid donkey.
"He's anxious!" Simon thought to himself, looking at the sword that Baron Edmund struck from his head, and raised his arm to his head to block the attack.
However, Simon, who was very experienced, suddenly felt something was wrong, and by the time he reacted, it was already too late.
"No, this brave and careful Edmund, this sword is only half a sword!" Simon felt that his sword was only lightly hit, and then a huge pain came from his chest.
"No! Master!" The fat man next to Simon was shocked.
"Simon!" In the aristocratic audience, Regel stood up impatiently and shouted hoarsely.
"Oh!" Earl Berg closed his eyes tiredly and touched his forehead with his generous palm.
"Wow!" There were exclamations from the civilian audience, and even some of the guys who had captured Baron Edmund screamed and cheered crazily. It seemed that everyone had seen the outcome of this duel in advance. .
