Before the eagle warrior returned to the battlefield, the priest in black spread his arms exaggeratedly and invited the remaining prisoners of war: "Whose turn is it next? I hope you can send a real warrior, not this kind of
A fool who turns his back on the enemy in a duel. If all sacrifices are made like this, the gods will not be happy."
The prisoners of war were already full of anger, but when they heard the priest in black inviting the next person to come on, their anger was relieved - the bloody boulder on the ground reminded them of Avilistri
The horrific scene of being skinned.
Citralmina took a deep breath and prepared to jump out to duel with the eagle warrior. But her timid companions stopped her: "Using a tree branch to fight against a fully armed Aztlan warrior is a complete death penalty."
! Not even you, Citralmina! Don’t help the Aztlan people complete the sacrificial ritual!”
"We will also die in that case. Moreover, from the Crown War to this duel, the Aztlan people have been treating us as toys!" Citralmina gritted her teeth hard, "Even if we are killed in the end
To sacrifice, at least tell them that we also have our own claws and teeth. If you look down on us, you will have to pay the price with blood!"
She ignored the obscene glances of the Aztlan nobles, walked into the cobblestone with her chest raised, and shouted at the black priest who had deceived them: "Give me the weapon!"
The black-clothed priest sighed: "Disciple of Master Querakiri, I was expecting you to be the last one to enter. Your premature death will make this duel less interesting, and the Sun King hasn't come yet -
—However, since you are already standing on the boulder, no one has the power to pull you down before the duel is completed."
With that said, he walked into the cobblestone, picked up the small wooden stick stained with Avilistri's blood from the ground, and handed it to Citralmina. But just as he was about to turn around and leave
At the same time, Citralmina grabbed his shoulder. Soon after, with a "swipe" sound, Citlarmina pierced the tip of the wooden stick into his eye!
"Don't come over!" Citralmina grabbed the screaming black priest by his hair and pushed him to the ground. At the same time, he pulled out the branches and shouted at the Aztlan soldiers who were about to rush over, "
Do you want to drag me out of the boulder, or do you want to siege me on the boulder?"
The soldiers stood still for a moment. Either of the two situations mentioned by Citralmina would destroy the ceremony. So Citralmina grabbed the hair of the black priest and pulled him away.
She pulled her head up and hit it heavily on the boulder. She repeated this action three times in a row. The first two times, the black priest could still scream, but by the third time, the black priest made no sound.
Citralmina took off the black priest's clothes and put them on herself. She wanted to take off the priest's skin again, but before she could find a suitable tool, the eagle warrior hurried back to the field.
. Seeing the tragic situation of the black priest, the eagle warrior panted like a bison, brandishing the wooden stick studded with blades, and rushed towards Citralmina!
Citralmina subconsciously used the thin wooden stick in her hand, but the small wooden stick as thick as a branch could not block the heavy blow of the Eagle Warrior. As soon as the two weapons came into contact, there was a "click".
The wooden stick in Citralmina's hand broke. She hurriedly dodged to the side, but despite her quick movement, the blade on the wooden stick still scraped her left shoulder, taking a long piece of fabric with it.
The bloody flesh was torn off.
The eagle warrior smiled ferociously, and taking advantage of Citralmina's instability, he raised the wooden stick and swiped it horizontally, hitting her head straight.
The situation no longer allowed Citralmina to hold back any longer. Regardless of the pain in her left shoulder, she quickly pulled out the obsidian dagger that had been hidden in her waistband, and then placed it on the wooden stick near her ear.
The sharp knife. At the same time, her hand shook out of habit, and a dark force immediately hit the wooden stick from the dagger in her hand. There was only a "pop" sound, and the tall and strong eagle warrior
He was shocked and took a few steps back, but the dozens of obsidian blades inlaid on his wooden stick actually broke into countless pieces together with the obsidian dagger in Citralmina's hand under that shake!
Such a scene made the Aztlan nobles who were watching stand up and scream. More than one person exclaimed: "This is the broken sword technique! This woman is a disciple of Master Querachiri!"
However, Citralmina's obsidian weapon that shattered both sides was just a subconscious action. As soon as the dagger shattered, she habitually moved it to her waist again, hoping to subdue the enemy while he was in a daze. Until she noticed
His waist was empty, and then he realized that he only hid this one weapon.
Obsidian is fragile, but wooden sticks are much tougher. The eagle warrior shook his numb right hand from the shock, and took another step back - the blow by Citralmina just now frightened him to some extent. But when
When he noticed that Citralmina no longer had any weapons in her hands, and that only the blade on the wooden stick was damaged, he immediately became more confident, waving the bare but still thick wooden stick, and struck again
Attacked towards Citralmina.
Although the blade on the wooden stick has been broken, if it is hit hard by such a thick wooden stick, several bones will inevitably be broken. Citralmina can only keep moving her body, trying her best to keep herself in the attack of the wooden stick.
Out of range. But the range of the boulder is really limited. After dodging a few times, she was already in a panic - she had killed the black priest before, and the reason why she was still safe was because of the boulder under her feet.
From the corner of her eye, she saw dozens of Aztlan soldiers surrounding the boulder, staring at her eagerly. Once her feet took half a step away from the boulder, she would be immediately attacked.
Hacked to death with random knives.
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Just as Citralmina was insisting hard, a series of screams suddenly came from behind her. She suddenly turned around and found that all her companions had fallen into a pool of blood!
"You brought a weapon privately!" a man who looked like an army officer shouted at her, "and this is the price!"
Grief made Citralmina's actions become reckless and bold. She began to try to get close to the eagle warrior again and again, but not only did this attempt fail, but she was hit with a wooden stick several times in vain. Every time
Once he was hit by a wooden stick, the Aztlan people who were watching cheered. The eagle warrior became more and more excited, and his hand waving the wooden stick became more and more powerful.
Seeing that Citralmina was about to be defeated, something suddenly fell from the dark sky. The thing hit the ground hard and broke into pieces. At first, no one paid attention, but as it fell
The things were getting denser and more numerous, and people finally noticed that they were hailstones. These hailstones varied in size, the smaller ones were only slightly larger than sand, and the larger ones could not even be held by an adult's hand.
An Aztlan man was unfortunately hit on the head by a hailstone the size of an egg. He suffered a bloody head and died on the spot.
No one cared about the duel on the boulder anymore. People held their heads and looked around for cover. The warriors holding shields raised their shields above their heads to protect themselves. Citralmina seized this opportunity and rushed out of the soldiers.
Surrounded by others, he immediately jumped and jumped directly from the pyramid!
This pyramid is twenty stories high. Although this platform is not on the top floor, it is still five or sixty meters high. The bottom of the pyramid is entirely paved with stones. Once it falls to the ground, there is no chance of survival.
The eagle warrior did not expect that Sitralmina would make such a suicidal action, and subconsciously chased after her. He grabbed Sitralmina's ankles, but failed to pull her back.
On the contrary, it was the power of Citralmina's fall that dragged him down from the pyramid!
Both parties in this duel fell off the pyramid in unison.
