Chapter 60 Norse Fighting Techniques

The fighting skills that Roel learned from a clothed Yankee in prison actually included most weapons, but that thing can't be called swordsmanship, it should be called the use of weapons.

In fact, most Yankees are not the kind of warriors who wear no clothes and go crazy with two axes as most people think. They are just berserkers.

They are also afraid and think about how to fight the enemy. In the wild north, the fighting methods evolved are fierce and sharp.

It is not consistent with the swordsmanship pursued by most knights, and is even quite "barbaric", but the nature of the killing technique is barbaric.

Efficiency is something that makes the Northern Warriors fearful, especially when it is used to kill other creatures.

At this moment, the square was surrounded by residents. News of the duel and the fact that Roel would test his son-in-law on behalf of the lord had also spread. If it hadn't happened too quickly, villagers from nearby villages might have surrounded the place to three levels.

The servant carefully put the inner lining and outer armor on the two warriors to ensure that they would not be fatally attacked by each other, but there was no way to compete, and it was impossible to equip them with heavy equipment that was enough for complete defense.

If the force is too strong, it is possible to injure the opponent.

When the servants asked Roel to choose a weapon, Roel quickly noticed that there were swords, as well as bolas, battle axes, war hammers, and flails.

"Sir, that is a heritage of my family, be careful..."

Garamon thought for a while. "No, everything this castle can provide is fine, but muskets are not good. How can long-range weapons be used in a duel, and they are too powerful."

At this moment, Roel returned to the ring, holding a pitchfork in his hand, looking at its quality. It was not bad and could be used.

Roel nodded and felt that this old knight still remembered the firearm to protect me. He was not stupid. At least he should be smart among the nobles of Bretonnia.

The two people each took a posture, and Hornromon's movements looked elegant. He chose a two-handed sword of the Empire's Great Swordsman, and then slashed horizontally and vertically, which was full of power. In contrast, Roel had his waist crossed.

, the center of gravity is downward, which makes people feel ugly.

But Garamon immediately realized that this was a snake-like posture. At this moment, the pitchfork was simply a poisonous sting. If his child could not cut off the pitchfork with the blade of his sword, he would be killed by his sting.

As a noble boy who is the child of a Holy Grail Knight, he is not a pampered person. Instead, he did not look at the shining fork tip, but kept staring at Roel's wrist to judge whether the opponent might be making a fake move.

"If the weapon is too long, I will also let him change to a longer weapon."

At this moment, Roel's whole body was swaying slightly from side to side, back and forth, making Horn feel as if he had stepped into a dense forest and did not dare to attack. He could only curse. "Do you, a peasant, just keep your distance?"

Although it does not have an open front, its combat effectiveness should not be bad. After a little polishing, it can be used directly on the battlefield. World-origin weapons like war hammers can even kill people.

He asked Roel in surprise, and felt that today was too outrageous, that he actually used such a weapon.

Roel was speechless. If he wanted to scold him, he could scold the opponent bloody. All he needed was to defeat the opponent as quickly as possible and make the opponent lose ugly, so that the servants in the castle would not recognize the loser as the master.

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Roel raised his fork and lowered the bottom plate slowly. "I just used it, what?"

Roel walked off the ring enclosed by the square and found a farmer on the roadside. "Friend, lend me your fork."

Roel spent a long time choosing, but couldn't find his favorite weapon.

The farmer obviously didn't expect this situation, and his expression was dull. He thought the knight wanted to work for him. Roel had to explain before he gave him his pitchfork.

Pitchfork!

In fact, Roel will only have long poles, whether it is a pitchfork or a Rick's rifle with a bayonet attached, they are almost one meter long, comparable to a knight's two-handed sword.

But Roel used a long handle, and a fast attack would exhaust the opponent. With a move of Roel's wrist, the pitchfork struck like a snake biting.

And this incident directly aroused the audience's curiosity. How could such a weapon be used in a knight's duel?

Garamon refrained from saying anything, but his child was not of such high quality. "Is this what you use?"

This also makes Roel's combat prowess in terms of weapons very limited. After all, he has only been a real warrior for a few days.

But the lance is obviously not a long pole, and it cannot be used by infantry to achieve combat effectiveness.

The giant sword is still a little far behind, after all, stabbing and cutting are two different concepts.

He saw Roel leaning forward, exerting force on his wrist, and protruding his spear. He immediately crossed his sword and tried to cut off Roel's wooden handle, but after a moment, the blade made a bright low sound during the impact.

Roel held his breath and concentrated. Generally speaking, it is risky to strike first in a battle. The opponent may provoke the weapon and then take advantage of it.

This is an action that is quite similar to the formation of soldiers on the battlefield, lowering the territory for defense and charging, but it also has the savage instinct of the green-skinned orcs.

"Nothing. Everything I need is available in this courtyard."

Roel looked around and asked Garamon, "Are there any restrictions on the weapons I can use?"

Buzzing~

Everyone present held their breath, and the blades were crossed, but they did not hold on. However, the situation soon changed. Horn's giant sword was slapped by the tip of the pitchfork and was instantly shaken away, because Roel knew that he could not

Fight with the giant sword!

It was just that Roel quickly moved downwards, and with a little bit of skill, he overturned the knight's unstable lower body. After he adjusted it, the giant sword that was slashing at Roel was released.

Ding-dang, the sword fell to the ground, he, Horn, was defeated.
Chapter completed!