Although looking a little anxious and verbally looking down on Henry, the dwarf warrior's first attack seemed extremely cautious.
He held the spear body loosely in his left hand while his more powerful right hand was holding the bottom of the pole. After taking a few steps, he leaned forward and attacked the sage's torso from bottom to top at high speed—— This was a test, and the strength and range of the attack were seriously insufficient. Henry had no intention of blocking, and just took a step back to avoid his attack.
Through the gap in the observation port, the dwarf warrior's eyes became sharp, and he cautiously distanced himself again.
There wasn't even a fight, but with just such a test, he already knew what the tall northern swordsman standing in front of him was capable of.
Even if it was a test, a point-to-point attack with spear thrusts was still under this kind of visibility. An ordinary swordsman would have started to retreat in a panic while shaking the sword in his hand in an attempt to distance himself. However, this man judged the distance of his attack with just a few observations and walked back casually. His attack was defused as soon as he retreated.
Whether it is psychological quality or combat experience, they are not inferior to him.
'Trouble -' the dwarf warrior took the time to look around. He wanted to break out and leave here under the cover of night, but he must not let the man in front of him go. If the guy standing on the opposite side of the probing blow just now was a parallel importer and hurriedly stepped back and swung his weapon around in an attempt to block because of the speeding shot, he would have breathed a sigh of relief and then quickened his pace to attack continuously, falling into a trap. If you control the battle yourself, it will only be a matter of time before your opponent is defeated and killed.
And if such a guy who looks like a standout is killed, the morale of other people will be severely depressed - that is his breakthrough from this encirclement.
But now this guy is experienced and has excellent eyesight. Under the dim moonlight, he perfectly judged the distance of his attack. His dodge movements were just right and his breathing was smooth and natural. Out of reach of guns.
The dwarf warrior, who was covered in armor under his helmet, was sweating all over due to the hot weather, but felt a little chilly in his body.
Experts compete with each other, and they have already read countless information by going back and forth between details.
——I have been seen through.
Although the attack just now was just a tentative attack, the person who could avoid the thrust of a dwarf warrior's spear with such skill and skill, even though the east coast is vast, there are not more than a hundred swordsmen of this level.
He became more cautious. This was because of the asymmetry of information. The opponent had already read his attack distance, etc. In contrast, because the northern swordsman just lowered his sword and didn't even use standard footwork. They didn't show off, they just stood there relaxed.
People who are more inexperienced will feel that he is full of opportunities. But the dwarf warrior understood that this was because the opponent did not want to reveal his attack intentions.
"——Is this kind of calculation, human being?" He said angrily through the helmet and visor, his tone was somewhat angry, but more of helpless.
He does not assume a fighting stance or take the initiative to attack, but rather tempts himself to take action. On the one hand, as the number of shots taken by the dwarf warrior increases, Henry is more able to understand his action patterns and offensive techniques, know himself and the enemy, and finally defeat him - this is one of them. On the other hand, it lies in the difference in the weight of the two sides.
Henry, who only wears an 8-kilogram breastplate, will not consume the same amount of physical energy at the same rate as a fully-armed dwarf warrior wearing more than 30 kilograms of full-body armor. In addition, the breathing interference caused by the mask will cause Because of the muggy weather, the dwarf began to feel the moisture from his breath flowing backwards into his neck.
Although Rao is famous for his tenacity, the stamina of the dwarf warriors is not endless. Delay is something that the opponent enjoys, but it only becomes more and more disadvantageous for him with every passing second.
Dilemma. Lifting his visor would allow him to breathe better, but at the same time, those human archers who were eyeing him would also have a weak spot to target. In such a situation where he was surrounded by enemies from both sides, he could not give up protection, and the increased physical consumption of carrying protection became an exploitable weakness in front of such a cunning opponent.
A sad hurdle. After a little thought, he could already judge this.
But dwarves have never been known for their flexibility, so when faced with such a dilemma, the choice he would make is naturally unsurprising.
"There is no slope that cannot be pushed up, and there is no mountain that cannot be dug through!" This proverb roared in Dwarf language was the signal to launch an attack. This time, he did not hold back and rushed directly in front of Henry. , and then tried his best to stab the sage's throat this time - Henry took a long step back and leaned back, but this swift blow combined with the roar was just The dwarf warrior's feint had already been dodged by the sage once before, and he had no hope of the effect this simple stab would have.
The dwarf warrior then held his hands empty and slid them up to the middle of the gun body. Then he leaned closer and crossed the weapon directly across the end of the pure metal gun body and hit Henry hard on the knee.
In the hands of a battle master, the weapon is not limited to the edge, every part can kill the enemy and win——
"Crack——!!" The end of the metal gun body, which was comparable to a small blunt instrument, came into close contact with Kramer's sword. The entire blade of the sword shook, but it did not leave any traces. Traces - In contrast, there was an oxidized black spot on the end of the spear in the hand of the dwarf warrior.
"What kind of sword is this!?" When a blunt weapon and a sharp weapon collide with each other, everyone knows that the former will prevail. However, this strange sword withstood the blunt blow of the metal gun shaft without bending or breaking.
The dwarf, who was confident in metal processing and his own arm strength, hesitated a little, and it was at this moment of hesitation that Henry grabbed Claymore's sword blade with his bare hands before the opponent could move away. He held the blade of the sword in a half-sword style with the weight ball and guard in front and struck hard.
"Clang!!" The weighted ball hit the helmet, causing a burst of sparks, leaving a large dent on the top of the helmet. The dizzy dwarf warrior only felt a ringing in his ears. In order to prevent the sage from approaching further, he instinctively Di suddenly stabbed out his spear and at the same time pulled away from him.
"Ahem -" The dwarf warrior who regained distance felt a wet and sticky feeling on the top of his bearded lips, which was obviously a nosebleed caused by a heavy blow. This was a real blow, and if the helmet made by the dwarf hadn't been thicker, he would have been knocked unconscious by now.
"What kind of reaction speed and strength is this? Is this human strength? It's just like those ferocious orcs." The dwarf warrior, who couldn't even wipe his nosebleed with his visor covered, refocused with a cold sweat on his face. .
Consistent with the design of human armor, the armor worn by dwarves themselves does not have any flat structures. Both helmets and breastplates have a dome-like protrusion. Even if a blunt object hits the armor, it will slide away due to the unstressed plane, making it impossible to concentrate all the force of the hit on one point. ——Under such unfavorable conditions, this man used a half-baked emergency blunt force attack method and caused such heavy injuries.
Both weapons and strength are top-notch.
But that's why.
A raging heat suddenly emerged from the abdomen, and then poured into the limbs of the dwarf warrior with surging power.
This race is not known for its bright minds.
This race is not known for being smooth and fickle.
Others did not come forward knowingly.
The stubborn dwarf, like encountering a solid rock formation when mining in the mountains, is determined not to retreat, but will only move forward.
"Haha!!" "Bang!!" The stunt of pressing the bottom of the box was used. The dwarf was good at more than just smelting. His armor began to emit a faint magical light, and then under the blessing of wind and rock Become lighter.
"Bang - Dang - Cang -" Henry finally spread his legs and moved into a more powerful starting position. At this moment, six and a half minutes since the battle started, the sage finally took a step forward and left. where he stood.
From bottom to top, Claymore hit the spear that was piercing his throat at a wide angle. "Dang--" sparks flew out of the sky and flew away, but the dwarf warrior was not disarmed without letting go. Taking advantage of the strength of the sage's attack, he let go of his hand, circled around his body, grabbed the front half, and used the spear as a dagger to stab his thigh.
"Wha—" There was a sound of friction between the leather soles and the hard floor. Henry managed to avoid the blow—once again, he predicted the attack distance just right, but the dwarf warrior would no longer be fooled by this kind of thing. Surprised, he seemed to assume that the sage could avoid this blow, because immediately after he loosened his grip on his left hand, he shook forward and held the gun barrel with his right hand. After thrusting out a spear, he chased after it and stabbed it out steadily. Shot the second time.
"Bang - bang - clang clang -" The dwarf's combo attack, which had fully displayed its attack range, was blocked by Henry with his big sword. Claymore's blade collided with the dwarf's gun body and cut it off. A large black oxide layer. The dwarf warrior frowned under his helmet and visor, but then he noticed the moonlight on one side of the two men at this moment - the oxide layer of the gun body was worn away, revealing a dazzling metal layer, which happened to be between the two weapons. During the handover, the dwarf warrior below rotated his gun barrel decisively and accurately——
"Wha—" The dazzling moonlight was reflected by the shining metal on the sage's eyes. Seizing the moment when the opponent's eyes were temporarily blinded, the dwarf warrior used the contact point between the two weapons as a fulcrum to turn the gun body again. Stab towards Henry's face.
——This was still a feint, and the two weapons were still intersecting. It was impossible for Henry not to feel the force exerted by his action. This is exactly what the dwarf warriors bet on - the sage can easily see the distance of his attack in the darkness, which is obviously a person with very good eyesight, and warriors who are outstanding in a certain aspect often do things unconsciously. It is an over-reliance on this sense.
No matter how experienced they are, there will be some fluctuations in their hearts when the senses they most rely on are disturbed. In this case, the dwarf warrior uses the place where the weapons of both sides collide as the fulcrum to attack, as brightly as a beacon. Let the opponent in confusion subconsciously choose to respond to the attack.
And once the opponent chooses to respond to this attack - the dwarf warrior holds a gun in his left hand, but has already drawn the scimitar from his waist with his right hand.
All this happened in a flash of lightning. The dwarf warrior used both feints and real moves at the same time. The scimitar in his right hand was close to his body and struck straight towards the femoral artery on the inner side of Henry's thigh.
But just before he was about to succeed, he suddenly felt an unreasonable heart palpitation. Then he stopped and let go of the spear. At the same time, his other hand took out the one-handed sword from his waist and blocked it with a "snap" in front of him. Come on.
"Dang Qiang——!!" The metal spear fell to the ground.
"——!" The dwarf warrior who regained the distance understood the reason for his palpitations just now - where he rushed over, Henry held a dagger in one hand and pointed it horizontally at his face, with low visibility in the dim night. In addition, the tip of the dagger at eye level looked like a weak line. If he had not stopped just now, he would have hit his head and been directly stabbed into the eye by the dagger through the observation port.
"Damn it!" The dwarf raised his head again and looked at Henry. The latter's eyes were half-closed. It was obvious that when he used the reflection to interfere with his vision, he closed his eyes directly and was not affected at all. Then he quickly pulled out the gun. After taking out the dagger, he waited for the dwarf who thought he had seized the opportunity to hit him with his head.
"Is it true that you are a person who has no blood, no tears, and no wavering? How can you close your eyes so decisively in this kind of battle?" The dwarf warrior held his weapons with both hands and gritted his teeth with a thick accent. Manyu said this, he was shaking with anger, but Henry remained silent.
"Huh-" A sound of exhalation came from Xiao Mira's mouth and nose.
It wasn't until this voice sounded that she and many others noticed that they had involuntarily held their breath while watching the battle.
In total, it only took about a quarter of an hour (fifteen minutes) from the dwarf warrior's tentative attack to the moment he gave up his spear. There were only a few confrontations between the two, but everyone felt as if they had experienced a battle of the century, dripping with cold sweat.
"Alas -" "Qiang Dang -" The scimitar and one-handed sword fell to the ground.
The dwarf warrior raised his hands.
He had given up his spear in desperation. With only two 60 to 70 centimeter short weapons, he was completely unable to compete with the sage holding a big sword.
Although he was still wearing a heavy plate armor, the attack just now that made people's hair stand on end was enough to prove it.
The man in front of him knew how to deal with heavily armored enemies. He would not let go of those gaps. Without the safety brought by distance, he would be killed easily.
"I surrender." The dwarf warrior put his hands behind his head and said in a thick voice.
"Do the people who killed us still expect to live?" The angry mercenary shouted loudly, but Stephen held him down and shook his head.
"A living dwarf is more valuable to us, especially one who seems to have no loyalty to those southern mercenaries. The information from his mouth will be of great help to us."
"Come here, take off his armor and tie him up. And light the torches. We have to burn all these raw materials."
