Isaac looked at Ange and the Danish leader who were surrounded by the Vikings. He couldn't help but sweat for Ange. After all, the Danish leader looked burly and arrogant, and his shoulder muscles raised his armor. In contrast, Ange But she looks petite. Of course, Ange's build is about 1.75 meters, which is already very tall for Saxon women.
Ange was seen standing steadily in front of the Danish leader. She raised her chin slightly and turned her eyes towards the Danish leader who was half a head taller than her. She did not pay attention to him at all.
"Wow." Ange's contemptuous attitude aroused the anger of the Danish leader. Even if he was surrounded by hussars, he did not show any fear. Instead, he raised the ax in his hand and slammed it on the shield. , raised his head and let out a Viking roar, the veins on his neck popped out, as thick as a thumb.
The Saxons were watching indifferently, even with great interest. After all, few Saxons could watch a duel that the Vikings had only seen at such a close distance, and it was also a duel initiated by a woman. This is even rarer. If you can return alive, you will definitely be able to brag in the tavern for a while.
At this moment, an eagle roar came inexplicably from the sky.
Amidst the roar of the eagle, the Danish leader showed a fierce look, raised the heavy ax in his hand, rushed towards Ange, and hit her, trying to defeat Ange's defense with strong force.
However, Ange extremely calmly raised the round shield in his hand, tilted the shield back skillfully, and deflected the opponent's heavy blow. At the same time, he lowered himself, took half a step forward, and quickly rushed into the Danish leader's blind spot. , the ax in his hand was aimed at the Danish leader's lower abdomen and slashed hard.
The Danish leader was shocked. Unexpectedly, Ange's movements were as fast as a she-wolf, and he would inadvertently reveal his sharp fangs. He hurriedly dodged the ax blade, but Ange immediately raised the round shield in his hand and struck it. As he moved toward the Danish leader's body, his movements were done in one go, without any sloppiness.
"Peng~."
The buckler hit the Danish leader, making a dull sound.
Anger's shield blow caused the Danish leader to stagger back a few steps. If he had not regained his footing, Anger's ax would have severed his head from behind the shield.
However, this Danish leader was also an experienced warrior on the battlefield. Not only did he not fall down due to the impact of Ange, he instead shouted angrily, threw away the ax and shield in his hand, hugged Ange's shield, and lifted it violently. , and lifted the Anglian shield away.
Ange was caught off guard and raised his head to stand up, but the Danish leader's old fist was already approaching. With a crisp sound, he hit Ange's chin. Red blood instantly flowed from the corner of Ange's mouth, and her body turned to the side. She walked quickly, but fortunately her center of gravity was low and she quickly stabilized her figure.
However, this punch did cause a lot of damage to Ange. She only felt that there were many shadows in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help shaking her head vigorously.
The Danish leader snorted coldly, strode forward and raised his hand to pinch Ange's neck. Ange instinctively raised the ax in his hand and slashed at it, but this time he was too weak. The Danish leader raised his hand and struck it down. took her axe.
"Not good." When Isaac saw this situation, he couldn't help but become nervous, thinking that the woman was indeed no match for the Danish leader.
The surrounding Norse warriors of East Hamar watched the duel between the two men quietly, without any intention of intervening. In the culture of the Norse people, the battle between the two was a manifestation of the will of the gods, regardless of whether Victory or failure is the decision of the Asa Protoss, and no one can interfere at will, otherwise they will be cursed by the gods.
At this moment, the Danish leader's hand caught Ange's neck. His teeth clenched and his face gradually became ferocious. His palms covered with thick calluses were like pliers. No matter how Ange used his hands to break it, it would still fall apart. Can't waver even one bit.
Seeing Ange being restrained by the Danish leader, the surrounding hussars became commotion. After all, Ange was their leader, and some of them were ready to go to rescue Ange regardless of the curse.
However, the experienced North warrior among them raised his hand to stop her. She knew very well that if she rescued Ange, her career as a warrior would be stained. Since she chose to fight alone, she must complete it. Even death in battle would be an honor. of.
"Odin, stand on my side." The Danish leader roared to Ange with a ferocious smile, and he already felt the joy of victory.
"Ah~wu." But at this moment, Ange suddenly hit the Danish leader's nose with his forehead, and the people around him could even hear the crisp sound of the nose bone breaking.
The Danish leader howled miserably, and instinctively let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and covered his face. Blood flowed uncontrollably, and a sore feeling spread from the bridge of his nose to his entire face.
Ange landed on the ground, gasped, and rubbed his neck.
"I'm going to tear you apart." The Danish leader lowered his hand. The blood on his face made him even more terrifying, and his eyes almost burst out with fire.
When he rushed over, Ange rolled on the ground and avoided the Danish leader's body like a bear. However, the other party had no intention of letting her go. He bent down and picked up the ax on the ground, pointing it towards his back. Ange rushed forward towards him.
"It's over." Isaac could hardly bear to continue watching. He seemed to be able to see the horrific bloody scene of the ax splitting Ange's head in half.
Just when the Saxons thought that Ange would definitely lose, they saw the Danish leader rushing forward. When he was about to get close to Ange, Ange's body that was originally squatting on the ground jumped up like a leopard. The cold light passed over his throat.
"Huh." Ange dodged and hid beside the Danish leader. Her blue eyes stared at the opponent in front of her, holding a sharp dagger in her hand. This dagger had always been in her arms. It was small but powerful. Very sharp.
"Oh wow." The Danish leader did not expect that the seemingly weak Ange would suddenly burst out with such rapid movements, and he only felt a coldness on his neck first, followed by a burning feeling, as if water was flowing from him. Spurting spurts out from his neck. He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and saw a scarlet patch of blood in his hand, with thick blood flowing uncontrollably.
An unstoppable feeling of sleepiness hit the Danish leader's heart. He took a breath and knelt on the ground with his knees weak. His eyes looked at Ange beside him, and the ax he held was weak. It fell to the ground.
Ange's chest heaved. She clenched the dagger in her hand, which was stained with blood. She walked to the Danish leader, put the dagger on his neck, let out a roar, and pulled hard.
"Wooooooo~~~." The hussars looked at Ange who cut off the head of the Danish leader, and suddenly raised their weapons in excitement and shouted loudly, feeling happy for Ange who had been blessed by the gods.
The Saxons were stunned. They had never seen such a fierce woman.
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