"You stupid dwarf, your cowardice has brought shame to our ancestors!"
"Ah, Old Bones, you are afraid of my military might, so why don't you lend me a winged nightmare beast?" Although Snorri didn't want to challenge him in a one-on-one battle, he had the upper hand and refused to admit defeat at all. .
Seeing that his challenge was not responded to, the Red Duke, who was riding on the Nightmare Beast, became anxious. He still has some elites under his command, but if he organizes them to attack, the chances of winning are not very high.
As for landing directly in the dwarf army and "fighting" with Snorri, it was not within the scope of his consideration. Although the legendary vampire was a little crazy due to the interaction of multiple forces, he did not want to be imprisoned again just after escaping the seal. go back.
"Red Duke, it is not your turn to be arrogant in front of me, Fatis of Carcassonne! Today I will completely purify you in the name of lady!"
Suddenly a loud shout came from the human line, and the expedition knight Fatis jumped out of the horse. He carries a two-handed sword on his shoulders and rides his beloved horse on his crotch.
"do not!"
"Don't die man!"
"You are not his..."
The Bretonnians and the dwarves setting out from Eternal Peak both shouted. Even people who have never heard of the Red Duke's fame a hundred years ago know that Fatis has little chance of winning after seeing him kill the Holy Grail Knight.
Fatis is highly skilled in martial arts, and he is also very forthright and upright. Along the way with the caravan, he would always rush up when encountering strong enemies, and then step back when it was time to share the rewards. His good drinking ability even made him many dwarf friends.
No one wants this knight to die. The living saint who drank the water of the Holy Grail is not an opponent, let alone a mortal like him?
"Quack! Very kind! Prove your worth. If I am satisfied, I may give you a bloody kiss!" The Red Duke laughed strangely. He still admired the courage of this knight, but how many pounds did he have to fight? Only then can we weigh it!
"Bang!" Since the two sides were fighting in front of the formation, there was no room for the knights to duel. The Red Duke drove his mount over the dwarf army formation from the air and landed on the stone road behind.
The Red Duke pointed his lance slightly, and Fatis was very satisfied with the confrontation in the form of a knightly contest. So he also turned his horse's head and went around from the back of the team, coming to the opposite side of the vampire.
"Alas! This guy, maybe he's tired." Captain Glenson lit his pipe, and sighed as he looked at Fatis with his back to the dwarves.
Snorri knew what the bearded elder meant. Fatis has traveled around the old world in pursuit of the Holy Grail, and even has to find some inspiration from the choice of the dwarf goddess Valaya.
Perhaps it was because he was moved by the place where he once fought, or perhaps he was stimulated by the words of Count Kailu before. The weather-beaten warrior may have lost faith in ever being forgiven by the goddess and given the opportunity to drink from the Holy Grail.
Discovering that Fatis did not use a lance but a two-handed sword, the Red Duke seemed to recall something. He grinned, perhaps wanting to smile, but actually the corners of his mouth twitched.
Then he hung the scarlet lance on the victory hook, which refers to the hook-shaped weapon rack installed on the saddle. The Red Duke then pulled out a golden two-handed sword from the scabbard. Different from the straight swords commonly used by Bretonnian knights, this was a curved blade.
"The Golden Sword! The Red Duke captured it from an Arabi commander during the Great Crusade! It is said that this sword can give the user unusual speed and energy!" the dwarf advisor reminded. He was not telling Fatis, but was reminding the two young princes.
While Gu was speaking, one person and one vampire had already set up their postures. Their mounts were all extraordinary, and the distance of tens of meters passed in an instant.
"Ding!" The two horses kicked off, and the knights' swords made a crisp clashing sound.
The power of Fatis cannot compete with vampires. As their lifespan increases, vampires' power will become stronger and stronger. Under the infiltration of dark power, the Red Duke's body became stronger and more agile, and he was as fast as the wind even though he had the power to tear a person in half with half a move.
The first time he came into contact with Fatis, he was almost unable to withstand it. Facing the vampire's strange power, he was almost knocked off his horse. Fatis moved twice in a row before regaining his balance on the saddle with the cooperation of his mount.
"Oh, come again!"
The Red Duke and the Nightmare Beast regained their composure, and the two riders changed directions and faced each other again.
This time, facing the Fatis dwarves, I could see them more clearly. It was obvious that he had adjusted to the vampire's strange power, trying to get over it before counterattacking. But unfortunately, he didn't have the advantage in terms of speed and experience, so he was cut in the ribs with a sword.
"The blood of the brave is very sweet!" The Red Duke stretched out his obviously unnaturally long tongue and licked the blood of Fatis stained on the Golden Sword. This undoubtedly added an eerie air to this duel.
"Hoo, ho!" Fatis panted in the winter night, and the hot breath he exhaled formed a mist in front of his eyes.
This time, Fatis took the lead in attacking without waiting for the Red Duke to make the first move. He waved his sword with both hands as if to slash downwards. When the Red Duke raised his sword to block, he suddenly turned the sword's edge and turned it into a stab, stabbing the vampire's chest.
The Red Duke moved faster, but after all, he was behind and it was too late to get away. The vampire simply thrust the sword in his hand into Fatis's chest in the same way, hoping to force the expedition knight to take the initiative to defend. .
"Oh my God!"
"Oh no!"
The spectators cried out in shock and heartache, but Fatis did not dodge. He let the curved blade pierce his chest and also inserted the two-handed sword into the Red Duke's chest.
Fatis's face turned pale for a moment, and he began to tremble in pain, but the Red Duke remained calm. Snorri squinted his eyes and observed carefully that there was almost no blood flowing out of the Red Duke's wound. Instead, Fatis's blood flowed to the Red Duke along the golden blade.
"May his goddess bless him!" Snorri stroked his chest slightly. When Fatis leapt out of the horse, his end seemed to be doomed. Snorri, who had read a lot of various literary works in his previous life, even guessed that Fatis might try to die with the Red Duke.
But Snorri also knew his chances of success were slim. There were no obvious wounds on the Red Duke's body after he beheaded the Holy Grail Knight Jacob. This either shows that his strength can crush the living saint, or that he can use the vampire's unique sacrilegious ritual to quickly recover from his injuries.
No matter which one it is, Fatis' plan will be aborted. But Snorri didn't stop him, and he didn't have time to stop him. In this world, everyone has something they are looking for. If you can't give it to him, why should you stand in his way?
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