Ezio's long sword was scrapped again, and the armor that protected him through the retreat was unbearable to see. However, this result was not that Ezio relied on the strength of the armor to withstand half of the attack. He tried hard to dodge.
, still couldn't dodge all the slashes.
Half of them were in better condition. For that little bit of trauma, the muscles just contracted and the bleeding stopped. However, the damaged swords could not be saved anymore. One of them had a long gash on the blade surface by the Dragon's Teeth Hidden Sword.
, couldn't bear to continue tossing. The other one was cut off.
The people left behind by Haider were all magicians. After seeing the previous battles, the berserker factor in the bloodline of the magicians in Midland was greatly suppressed. They did not dare to exchange with Ezio, but instead used the prepared magic
Projected out, overwhelming.
However, for a strong person at this level, although it takes some effort to break the magic, it does not necessarily require special weapons or props. No matter how many and intensive the magic is, it can be done in one breath.
On the contrary, the brilliant sparks after breaking through the magic became his best cover. Half turned around and charged into the crowd, once again bringing about a horrific bloody scene.
A half-cut knife, a broken knife that is easy to break, is still a deadly weapon in the hands of a person with sword master qualifications. This is a fact confirmed by the self-esteem sergeants Haider with their own lives.
Of course, Ezio would not let his comrades suffer, but he also did not blindly pursue the half and try to stop the opponent. When fighting a half, the most taboo thing is to fall into the opponent's rhythm. Once the opportunity is lost, the consequences will be catastrophic.
Ezio, who was deeply aware of this, used his body as bait. While seemingly pursuing, he sold a flaw that could lead to death. However, Ezio was confident that with his prepared backhand, he could turn the tables in one fell swoop. Even if the opponent was not dead,
, and also have to be seriously injured.
But he half-ignored this opportunity to kill Ezio. In his eyes, this young man who had just lost his nipple hair did not need to pay so much attention to it. This was war. In many cases, it would be better to kill a hundred enemies than to kill one.
The strong have value.
Ezio also felt this contempt, but he did not have the strength to complain. His dead companions would not come back to life because of his complaints. He could only take out the prepared back hand, which was like a pineapple.
An iron block filled with concentrated storm and acid mist magic.
That is a grenade from a certain time traveler that combines technology and magic. The reason why he uses storm magic instead of any kind of explosion or fire magic is because Lin has determined through experiments that the latter is mainly about magic killing, and any form of demon-breaking,
This will render this magic item useless.
However, the sudden surge of wind can bring considerable muzzle velocity to the broken iron blocks. These fragments can still kill people, and breaking magic or magic defense will not work, because these are just physical properties.
The reason for adding acid mist is that if the enemy cannot exert any form of demon-breaking effect, a simple piece of iron may not necessarily cause death. The storm will not only blow people away, but also unfortunately hit sharp objects, which will cause serious injuries. This
The magic used for one attack is not enough.
Originally, someone was very stupid and smeared a layer of poison on the inside of the iron block. The person who ate a guava would not only die but also be disabled. If he was disabled, he would be tortured.
However, this practice attracted numerous criticisms and was forced to be cancelled. In fact, Lin suspected that it was not that the protestors were noble at all, but that the way they threw the guava was too clumsy and they hurt themselves from time to time.
No matter what the facts are, this weapon with an area of destruction is very effective against strong men who are good at speed. Even Ezio himself was mentally prepared to be injured at the same time, and he also had to drag half of them into the water.
I don't know if Half was already alert, or he didn't care at all, but still ignored Ezio's unknown threat. But Ezio was worried about the comrades around him. They didn't have the same awareness as him. If he was accidentally injured,
Now, it’s not that easy to get rid of.
He just held the grenade in his right hand and the dragon's tooth hidden sword in his left hand, and caught up half the time.
Ezio was not just worried about the tangled time when various tactics were cracked before they even started. He paid attention and observed the action pattern in the semi-group attack state.
The result was unexpectedly easy to guess. In short, he crashed into a crowded place to maximize his lethality.
Now that he has found a pattern, he can naturally predict it. Ezio found a sure opportunity and ran into a crowd, just in time to meet half of them.
Let's do a hedge.
Seizing the opportunity, Ezio struck three consecutive times with his left-hand hidden sword, hitting the weak points that were part of his habit. However, the end of this wave of offensive was based on guessing, not really catching the weak point, so the strong orc easily
Resolve your own crisis.
What Ezio didn't expect was that this series of events was half-set traps. Ezio's counterattack was entirely half-expected. The result was a wound on the front from his left shoulder to the right side of his abdomen.
Fortunately, it was the broken knife that cut him, and Ezio was killed on the spot.
But this blow was still deep enough to the bone, causing people to bleed. No matter how hard Ezio managed to hold on, he fell to his knees.
Unexpectedly, Half did not end Ezio's life immediately. Instead, he sighed and said: "Boy, you should be proud, you have caused enough trouble for me. Do you have any last words to say? Entrust or something like that."
If you do, you will save money. I won’t help you, and no one else has the life to help you.”
Ezio, who was panting heavily and unable to recover, didn't even have the ability to mock the other person. He just looked at the other person indifferently.
Those who kill will always be killed. He has known this truth a long time ago. When he was actually faced with it, Ezio's attitude was even calmer than he imagined.
There was no resentment, no regret, not even a pity. He just thought, is it enough that he has worked hard so far? What else can he do?
In an instant, Ezio re-examined the most impressive moments in his life. Some were happy, some were sad. This was not his complete life, but these were all extremely precious to him.
When he half-raised the sword in his hand, the injury to his left shoulder made Ezio raise his left hand. He had no strength to block with the Dragon Fang Hidden Sword. He could only watch the sword fall. Amidst everyone's exclamations, the fallen sword was finally caught.
Living.
It was a winter day, and the upper body was only covered with a simple cut vest made of unknown animal fur. The lower body was a short skirt, revealing muscles that were so strong that all men would be ashamed.
This is a bald man with a big beard. There are no extra decorations on his body. Just a few shocking scars are enough to become a proud medal.
The single knife in his hand was as rough as a large piece of iron that had been randomly polished. But it was such a knife that it could not block even an inch of progress.
"Barbarian? What's your name?"
He half-maintained the pressure on his hand and asked the person in front of him carefully. He felt the pressure on his hand, but he did not dare to relax at all. He also tried his best to keep the sword that should have been damaged long ago from breaking in the opponent's hand.
Although it seems that he has worked harder than his opponent to maintain an evenly matched situation, and logically speaking, he should be regarded as a higher tier player. However, in his own opinion, his opponent's attitude of being able to handle things with ease still makes him feel frightened.
The barbarian grinned, showing his jagged yellow teeth, and said: "Since you asked sincerely, I will tell you with great mercy. My name is Amida, and my people gave me a title called
Hack and Kill. So please respectfully call me Hack and Kill Armida. Please give me your advice."
It sounds like there is nothing wrong with it. But if you think about it carefully, it is all wrong. Because this is not the tone of a barbarian.
If they were a civilized barbarian tribe, they would not dress so uniquely. If they were an uncivilized tribe, they would not speak so fluently and politely.
The overall impression is that it is neither fish nor fowl. But even if you know that the other person is fake, you can't find out the other person's background, so you can only follow the other person's tone of voice.
He half-closed his arms and legs, intending to force the opponent away. However, Armida stepped back first. But while Armida stepped back, he gave Ezio a moderate kick in the abdomen, and kicked him roughly.
Take him away together.
How could the seriously injured Ezio withstand such torture? He fainted on the spot.
Ban looked at the prey that ran away with regret and said, "Your Excellency chose to go against us, is that so?"
"There's no way I can help the side that's allied with the devil." Killing Armida said something that no human would disapprove of.
"Why not? Does it make a difference to most people who the ruler is? In the history of Lost Land,
Elves once ruled everything, dwarves once ruled everything, and even goblins once ruled everything. If demons and orcs rule, isn't it possible to create a glorious history?"
"So what? In this glorious history, are humans considered livestock or the cornerstone of the empire?" Killer Armida asked.
"At that time, human beings will have their own place. Everything now is a sacrifice before realizing that great wish. Although it will bring pain to people, it is necessary." Ban Dayi said solemnly.
"Haha, you actually believe what you say. This can't be true." Kill Armida smiled unscrupulously.
"Then do you have any faith, barbarian? If you don't even want to believe in the ancestral spirits of the clan and only believe in your own strength, then I feel that no matter what I say, it will be in vain." Banwen stated helplessly.
"Then stop talking. You think you can persuade me to stop with just your words, but that's really disappointing. We have to fight after all, so why waste it on words." Kill Armida concluded.
.
As if they had made an appointment, the two were instantly shoulder to shoulder, bumping into each other and looking equally matched.
There was no sound of gold and iron, nor was it as intense as imagined. The two of them went back and forth, but their weapons never touched each other. In the eyes of others, the two seemed to be dancing in a tacit understanding, but among them
The dangers are difficult to describe.
However, both of them are not ordinary people. They are like fighting mad beings, and the more they fight, the more energetic they become.
A broken sword and a broken sword were flying up, down, left and right, creating the momentum of thousands of troops.
The big blade used to kill Armida was no less impressive. The blade was rough and the attack technique was clumsy. However, with its overwhelming momentum, it was able to suppress even half of the attacks. It was hard for this powerful orc to turn around and charge into the crowd.
Can't do it.
In the end, the double knives in his hands were overwhelmed and broke on the spot.
After half losing his weapon, he slashed Armida instead of pursuing the victory. Instead, he looked at the broken knife on the ground with a look of regret. Seizing the opportunity, he took a few steps back and looked at the barbarians in front of him and the surroundings in a semi-wary manner.
Everyone's expressions of "Why don't you take the opportunity to kill him?" were very obvious. Even Ban looked like he was unwilling to give up. Even though he was unarmed, he was still unafraid.