"Your first attack was good, but your excessive desire to attack blinded your eyes. Come again!"
George took a few steps back. The failure of the first attack made him return to caution. He took a defensive posture, watching Wozak's attack while observing his movements and posture, hoping to find a breakthrough.
But, the next second, the huge palm kept enlarging between George's pupils, like a mountain pressing down on him, there was no way to avoid it!
Fast, too fast!
George still wanted to do something and struggled, but the speed at which he issued instructions to his limbs was actually a few milliseconds slower than the arrival speed of the palm.
"Bang!"
The outcome of this round of sparring was also obvious. George was easily pinned to the ground, unable to resist.
"Your thoughts are entangled in your actions. Now, show your true skills!"
Frustrated again, George spat, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
This time he learned the lesson. After getting far enough away from Wozak, he spread a dragnet made of blood throughout the palace, filled with magic power until the air was filled with heat, and fired countless automatic turret-like flaming long bows. Suspended in the air, the Fire Divine Sword in his hand ignited with brilliance. George's mind was firmly locked on Wozak, and it was obvious that he was serious about it.
It's just a pity that Solier has to be the "taken advantage" of supplying magic power - as a projection, all of George's current magic expenditures are provided by Solier.
The vampire's secret skill dragnet restricts Wozak's movements, the flame longbow covers the strike as a cover, and then...
One blow determines the outcome!
A flash!
The compound skill that astonished everyone in the Heretic Trial Temple came out again. This time, George's sword shadow was even sharper than before!
However, the next second, in the sea of flames, a burly barbarian, his figure still stood on the ground like a stubborn stone, while the silver-haired young man in black fell to the ground like a fallen cat, and even , the black broken sword that was once held in his hand, spitting out the scorching blade, has now changed its owner, the blade is no longer there, only the black broken sword body is left, spitting out the steam and scattering the energy. All the remaining warmth remained in the hilt of the sword.
Just like the fighting spirit and dissatisfaction in George's heart.
From sudden to sudden silence, the air seemed to have suddenly stagnated. George fell. The flame longbow responsible for covering the blow had not had time to stop the attack. It was still hitting Wozak's body like raindrops. In addition to letting the Apart from the fact that the fur all over his body became drier, he couldn't achieve anything at all.
"Snapped!"
With a gentle snap of his fingers, the flame long bow was released from its offensive state. Looking up to the sky and sighing, looking at the snowflakes all over the sky rushing towards his face, George felt so powerless.
Facing George's compound skill "Flash", Wozak's response method can be said to be very simple and violent:
Over-the-shoulder throw.
With a simple but refined over-the-shoulder throw, the moment George stepped forward and drew his sword and slashed horizontally at Wozak's body, Wozak twisted his toes, took a half-step forward with his back foot and crashed into George's arms. He grabbed George's collar with his hand, grabbed the back end of the sword hilt with his back hand, pulled and twisted, and the Flame God Sword was easily disarmed, but George's forward speed was due to Wozak's clever use of strength. He threw it over his shoulder and fell to the ground.
The whole process was completed in one go, as smoothly as a teaching assistant cooperating with Wozak's over-the-shoulder throwing teaching, and like a sandbag delivered to the door.
"Your emotions control your actions, do it again!"
Come again?
Come again!
These two words seemed to have magic power, and the feeling of powerlessness in his heart immediately disappeared. George stood up again, and the already shaky fighting spirit in his eyes was rekindled!
As long as there is still a trace of strength, an earthworm can shake a big tree!
…
Fists and spirits are indeed the most common languages between men. There were obviously not many decent conversations during this period, but after a morning of training, the two of them were already walking side by side, drinking and drinking from large bowls together. It has nothing to do with eating meat.
All that is left is a third brother who can only repeat "I am the same" and a paradise.
"King, it's been a long time."
"Tychus."
"Commander George, the people are here."
"Fortunately, please sit down and rest first."
…
Perhaps the palace attendants were responsible for announcing the meal, and the barbarian Tychus also came to the table at a similar time, and the deputy master of the Heretic Trial Temple, Oisin, who he was responsible for guarding, was also chained by war like a guard dog. Tied tightly by the neck.
Unless Tychus the Barbarian dies, this reliable artifact will prevent the deputy master of the Temple of Inquisition from escaping Tychus's shackles.
After seeing Wozak next to George, Tychus naturally saluted the barbarian king immediately, and Wozak also nodded, indicating that Tychus did not need to be restrained.
"Little brother George, the great Arkan and Negulus, if you are also given high officials and noble titles, which side of these two empires will you lean towards?"
"In terms of national strength, the great Akan has a long history, a large population, a vast territory, and strong soldiers and horses. It lives up to its name of 'greatness'. In comparison, apart from zombies and skeletons everywhere, many areas of the Negras Empire even rely on food. Importing, it’s just... forget it, just don’t mention it.”
Leaning on the railing made of priceless dark gold camphor wood, George did not directly answer Wozak's sudden question. He was sipping the Akatani local specialty wine from the dining table while overlooking the Looking at the view downstairs.
This is the meeting hall of Akatani. As the meeting hall of the capital of the Akkan Empire, its function is far better than those in ordinary towns. The city lord sits in the high hall, and the people are quarreling underneath, resolving trivial civil disputes every day. The meeting hall should be more multi-functional and more grand——
This theater-like meeting hall, in addition to inheriting the huge space that can fit ten Titans in the Aqatani Palace, is also full of details and every aspect is very thoughtful. , such as the dark but reassuring atmosphere, the polite and well-behaved aristocratic stewards, the food and beverages on call, the decorations with exquisite materials, etc., etc., it seems that this is not the place where a plane conference is about to be held. The meeting hall is instead a large theater where people dine and wait for the dancers and singers to take their seats.
The most conspicuous stage in the middle is naturally the chair reserved for Queen Emilia Nightport. She is sitting in a wheelchair, resting with her eyes closed, like a beautiful painting, even if she doesn’t say anything, even if she says something. Do not do anything, all the focus should be focused on her, and all the glory should be dedicated to her.
Next to her, National Master Solier stood sideways, seeming to notice George's gaze. He turned his head slightly and showed George a spring-like smile.
"It seems I made him feel a little resentful."
Inadvertently, George felt a little chilly. George once heard someone say that magicians who practice order spells are "dragons lying in the magic pile"——
He obviously possesses a huge amount of magic power, but he is usually very stingy in using it. It is said that the effect of a certain forbidden spell-level order spell regarded as a magical skill by the order mage is to steal the blessing spells from all enemies within the casting range. It can also be seen from the effectiveness of this spell.
As the projection summoned by Thorier, George squandered Thorier's magic power and fought with Wozak all morning. How could he not be worried about Thorier?
In addition to the most conspicuous chairman's seat, the atrium below the stage is filled with dignitaries under the Queen's command. They discuss, express their opinions, record everything that is about to happen in this chamber with their eyes and ears, and spread the praises of this chamber with their tongues. everything that ever happened inside;
The high platforms located on both sides and behind the auditorium, like the Mogao Grottoes, are filled with box seats from top to bottom, which are specially used to entertain foreign guests like George. With a quick glance, you can find that there are many private seats. Young George’s “acquaintance”:
The leader of Alanorn, the Elf King Alvin, and a group of Elf elders that George looked familiar but could not name;
The leader of the Kaos Empire, Blackbeard Sachi, and his ghost boss Edward;
The Pope of the Parada Empire, Martin Lewis, and his overjoyed prince, Rex Lewis;
Emperor Negolas, the half-dead Gordos.
The moment he saw Gaudos, for some reason, George felt a little relieved. However, why did the other "mountain kings" bring at least three or five retinues with them, while only Gaudos was in such a shabby state? , there is only one attendant at his side, but he is also the common acquaintance of George and Miss Sirna, the father of Miss Sirna, the demon general Geralt?
What worried George even more was that, except for the demon general Geralt, another group of great demons from the same clan as him did not choose to sit at the same table as Gaudos, but sat far away from Gaudos.
The murderous intent of those big demons directed at Gaudos almost condensed into a substantial spiritual attack. Even if George only probed a little, he could feel the oncoming oppression.
"It seems that the collective betrayal of the great demons is already known to everyone. Except for Geralt, the other great demons have turned against Emperor Gaudos... Wait, that damn bastard is here too!"
Among the great demons, George has his sights set on his old enemy, the demon general Narud.
