The guard captain strode forward, raised and lowered the giant ax in his hand, and directly opened a deep groove in the ground.
Aranza, who was retreating, silently calculated the power of this axe. Based on strength and speed alone, the combat power of the person in front of him was definitely above level nine. With such combat power, he served as the guard captain of a slave owner in the edge area, commanding an army.
It seems a bit unfair to pile up first and second level warriors.
Level nine combat power is not a big threat to Alanza who has three kinds of enchantments. The benefits of enchanted equipment transcend levels. A simple explanation is that the lightness enchantment on Alanza adds to his agility and brutality.
Strength enchantment adds strength, while flame enchantment is a fire attribute bonus.
In other words, Aranza was raised from a superficial level six student to level nine.
Therefore, the real strong men in the Continent of Thorns never use level to measure a person's strength. For example, a sixth-level warrior with three enchantments may be more threatening than a ninth-level warrior without enchantments. Some epic-level enchantments are even more heaven-defying.
Some characters with special combat skills or magic can also cross levels.
Killing power comes first, this is what the real strong pursues.
Aranza holds the sword with one hand and his body is in a weird half-crouch. This kind of movement helps him make the best response to the opponent's attack. Since the battle with the golden tauren Mundo, Aranza has an advantage against opponents who use long-handled heavy weapons.
He learned the lesson. He lay dormant quietly, waiting for his opponent to take the initiative to attack, looking for blind spots in his opponent's defense.
"Idiot! If you have the guts, don't be a rat. Where else do you want to go!"
The guard captain yelled and cursed while swinging his ax at Aranza. However, Aranza dodged every axe, and the young man's focused expression gave the guard captain an ominous premonition.
Finally, the guard captain showed his flaw. His ax shot went too far upward, so that he could not retract the weapon as quickly as possible.
Opportunity! Aranza jumped behind the enemy and took the opportunity to attack. The giant sword in his hands was ablaze with flames, and he ran towards the back of the guard captain.
"Haha! Idiot!"
The guard captain burst into laughter, abandoned his weapon, and dodged Aranza's attack with a spin step. The moment their eyes met, Aranza caught a glimpse of the cunning in his opponent's eyes, and realized that the guard captain was deliberately exposing a flaw to induce him to attack.
"Crack!"
The guard captain elbowed Aranza in the back, knocking the boy away.
Aranza got up from the ground and spit out mud. Fortunately, he was wearing platinum armor, otherwise this elbow strike would probably break his spine.
"Humph, come again!"
"Idiot! I will make you die happily!" the guard captain laughed, picking up his axe, his face shaking with self-righteousness.
Aranza said no more and raised his sword to face the guard captain. He originally planned to trick his opponent into revealing a flaw and kill him with one more blow. But now it seemed that he could only take the initiative and force out his opponent's flaw.
"Qiang!"
The giant sword and ax collided with each other. Aranza, who activated the brute force enchantment, was evenly matched with the guard captain. However, the flame enchantment gave Aranza a slight advantage. The blazing fire stream made the opponent reluctant to confront Aranza.
If the sword is held for too long, it will almost always fall back at the first touch.
The battle situation was stalemate and gradually turned into a competition of endurance.
"ah!"
Finally, the guard captain who couldn't bear it roared. He couldn't delay it any longer. Carew on the other side was harvesting the lives of his men like a meat grinder, and Cyril's dagger became faster and faster. The guard captain gritted his teeth and pounced.
Then, ignoring Aranza's attack, he slashed with his ax diagonally!
"snort!"
Aranza was not afraid and did not dodge anymore. However, the trajectory of the giant sword in both hands suddenly changed, and the light enchantment exploded, pushing the sword edge towards the opponent's neck.
The sharp edges are intertwined!
The guard captain's head fell from his shoulders unwillingly. His giant ax only had time to slice through Aranza's shoulder armor and penetrate a few centimeters downwards. The lifeless guard captain no longer had the strength to swing his weapon.
Aranza grabbed the rough ax body and pulled it out of the flesh with force. Blood immediately overflowed from his shoulder. The boy coughed violently and stood up with difficulty. He looked around and saw that Karu was facing the hostile vice-captain.
But in the face of the big man's crazy style of play, the opponent was losing ground and was soon smashed into pieces, but the big man also began to show fatigue.
Cyril's wandering tactics were already draining his physical strength, and he was slowly approaching Aranza.
Some of the defenders have fled, but most of them are still holding on. They were once slaves. If they lose this battle, they will definitely become slaves again. But if they win, there may be a noble who is willing to recruit them.
On the hotel balcony, Dolores had finished shooting the defenders' archers.
Jiexi looked far away at Aranza who had joined the battle again, turned to look at Yvette, and asked: "Yvette, what do you think?"
The former princess thought for a moment and then said: "They are all future kings."
"Well, okay," then, Jie Xi ordered, "Yifei, you and Silas go to assist them. It's time to end. If any nobles send private troops here, it will be troublesome."
Effie nodded and hurried to the door.
A moment later, a heart-stopping wolf howl sounded in the execution ground, thunder flashed, and Silas, wearing heavy armor, rushed into the execution ground. The rampaging Silas almost knocked away everyone or anything in front of him.
The addition of Silas finally completely broke the defenders' mentality. The guards screamed, hurriedly dropped their weapons and ran towards the outside of the execution ground.
Is it over? As the highlight of the show, Silas looked at the fleeing crowd and whimpered depressedly. Then he jumped onto the execution platform. Enelu, whose hands and feet were tied, was still there. The thunder wolves surrounded Enelu, not wanting to
Observe him kindly.
"Brother, I'm here!" Ifei ran to Kalu, gasping for air, holding the magic staff in one hand, and was about to cast a healing spell on Kalu.
At this time, Cyril helped Aranza forward and said: "Give it to him first."
"this……"
Ifei looked at Karu at a loss.
The big man touched Yifei's head affectionately and said: "The captain's injury is relatively serious. Restore the captain first."
Ife nodded, and then used the healing magic on Aranza. Then Karu, and finally Cyril.
"Well, big man," Aranza said, looking at the wound on his shoulder. The wound had healed, but there was still a dull pain. "Your injury-for-life strategy is really ineffective."
"Haha, if the leader wants to learn from me, he will probably have to free up one hand to tear up the magic scroll."
"It makes sense," Aranza chuckled, turned to look at Cyril, then pointed at Enel on the execution platform, and said, "Go ahead."
Cyril was stunned for a moment, then said "Yeah", turned around and walked towards the execution platform, her expression covered by a wolf-head mask.
"Who are you?" Enel asked carefully when he saw Cyril. Thunder Wolf Silas's eyes told him that these people definitely had bad intentions.
What answered him was the icy cold temperature of "The End of Day", rushing into his mind from his jaw. This coldness swallowed up his fear bit by bit and wiped out his soul.
He only wanted to kill Enelu with his own hands.
Cyril pulled out the dagger and stared blankly at the sky in the distance. The white clouds were lazily surrounding the two suns that were slowly blending together. The weather was as hot as fire. For a moment, she seemed to be relieved of something, but she was entangled in something. She
I don't understand, and I don't know how to understand.
"Ugh..." Silas rubbed Cyril with his huge head, indicating that it was time for her to leave.
Cyril stroked Silas's hair and turned to look at the audience - Aranza was standing there, carrying a huge sword with blood-stained hands, stepping on the enemy's bones, smiling brightly.