"Where did you come from, are you impatient? You dare to attack the Morrison family's convoy. If you don't leave a few heads today, you will never leave here alive!" A thunderous voice exploded in the forest,
Gude stood proudly in front of the formation and shouted with great momentum.
There was some commotion in the bandit group. The bandits seemed to be frightened and didn't know what to do for a moment. They all turned to look at a man behind them.
This man is about thirty or forty years old. He has long hair, a strong back and a muscular body. There is a scar on his face that stretches from his forehead to his left cheek. He looks extremely ferocious. In addition, his body is as strong as a bear, which gives people an extremely dangerous look.
He has a strong sense of oppression and looks like someone who is not easy to mess with.
"That's...the gray scarred bear!" At this moment, someone suddenly recognized the man's identity.
The soldiers suddenly shouted in surprise.
"Oh! Oh my god, it's really a gray bear!
"No, isn't he dead?"
This is a bandit who is active in the Gray Woodland. It is said that he is very powerful and has escaped the pursuit of local nobles many times. He even killed two knights of the Duke with his bare hands.
Hearing the discussion of the soldiers, Gude's expression became more solemn, but he still said harsh words: "Oh, I'm really lucky today. I just got such a big gift when I went out, scarred bear, right? Your item
Being killed is barely enough to add to my prestige. If you want to die, just come here, I will accept this head!"
Scar Bear glanced at him without saying anything, but winked at a subordinate next to him.
This sturdy man walked to the open space in front, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the starting position. Everyone around him, including Scar Bear, took two steps back and spread out to the side, leaving an open space in front for the duel.
Come.
Gude understood the idea and said nothing. He walked into the center of the open space without hesitation, holding the sword in both hands and raising it up in a standard plowing stance.
The battle is about to begin!
"ah!"
The robber roared and charged straight at Goode with his oaken shield, like a crazy bull, as if he wanted to take advantage of his strong body and knock him down.
Facing the enemy's charge, Goode stood motionless and did not move until the enemy was two meters away.
However, he quickly moved a step to the left, not much, but he could barely avoid the enemy's collision. At the same time, he stabbed the cross sword upwards diagonally and pressed against the enemy's shield, and then moved downwards with force, causing the enemy's shield to suddenly move towards him.
With a press, the head that was protecting the back was suddenly exposed to the neck, and Goode then pulled it upward——
"Puff!" A sound.
The enemy's throat was immediately opened with a large gash, and the entire neck was almost disconnected to one side. The enemy covered his bleeding neck with frightened eyes and immediately fell to the ground. He twitched twice and then stopped moving.
The faces of the robbers all changed.
The morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted.
"Good Knight!"
"Good Knight!"
In the cheers of everyone, Goode's little nervousness just disappeared and he laughed and said: "Your little brother doesn't look very good. He is not worthy of fighting with me. I think it's better for you to take action yourself."
, let me give you a good time!"
Scar Bear still said nothing and winked to the side again.
"Qiang Qiang!"
"Qiang Qiang!"
Two cold metal interlacing sounds exploded, and another bandit walked into the duel field, but this time there were two of them. They also held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and they were outflanking Goode.
Surrounded in the middle.
The soldiers became nervous for Goode again.
"Two? How could it be two?"
"So unfair!"
Goode sneered, but defended his enemy: "Only knights need to be fair, not robbers. Since you want to die, then I will make it happen for you, come on!"
The two robbers looked angry and immediately attacked Goode.
They did not charge randomly like the bandit before, but walked toward Goode step by step with swords and shields raised, and their movements were cautious.
Soon, the two sides were two meters apart and had reached their respective attack ranges.
"snort!"
This time it was Gude who took the lead in attacking, but he snorted coldly, opened and closed his cross sword and struck the enemy in front of him. The enemy hurriedly raised his shield to defend. At the same time, his companion on the opposite side also immediately swung his sword.
Attack behind Goode.
However, at the critical moment, Goode lowered his body as if there were eyes on his back and calmly avoided the enemy's attack. At the same time, he quickly turned around and stabbed the man's shield-holding wrist, and then skillfully
Lifting it upward, the man screamed, one wrist was cut open to the flesh, and the oak shield fell down.
Taking this opportunity, Goode quickly attacked from left to right, only to hear a few "clang, clang" sounds of weapons clashing. The man who had lost his shield was first stabbed through the throat with a cross sword, and the remaining one fought with Goode.
After three or five attempts, half of his head was chopped off.
"Good Knight!!!"
"Good Knight!!!"
Thunderous cheers erupted in the forest, and the soldiers' emotions reached their climax in an instant. For a moment, they looked at Goode with eyes full of worship as if they were looking at the God Gang.
Brittany is proud of martial arts, and someone with extraordinary swordsmanship like Goode will be admired no matter where he goes.
Amidst the cheers, Gude's expression also revealed a hint of intoxication. He didn't think much of these bandits, and he simply waved his hands this time and said: "Don't waste time, you all come together."
Bar!"
Faced with this arrogant provocation, the robbers not only did not respond violently, but they all showed fear. Some robbers even calmly retreated some distance, as if they were ready to run away at any time.
Robbers and the like are not considered warriors anywhere, they are just a bunch of rabble who bully the weak and fear the strong.
Seeing that the bandit group was on the verge of collapse, the bandit leader Scar Bear finally couldn't sit still. He left the bandit group and walked into the duel field ahead.
Different from the sword and shield combinations of the previous bandits, Scar Bear's weapons were two one-handed cross swords hung on both sides of his thighs. After he walked into the duel field, he immediately held the swords in his backhand and drew them out, only to hear a "clang"
With a sound, the two cross swords scattered sparks when they were pulled out.
Against the background of those sparks, Scar Bear looked particularly imposing at the moment, and the cheers of the soldiers even stopped abruptly.
Holding up two cross swords, Scar Bear spoke: "Grey Scar Bear, please advise me!"
Good suppressed the contempt on his face, and even looked serious. A layman watching the excitement, an expert looking at the door. Although it was just a simple action of drawing a sword, Good could still see that the scarred bear's swordsmanship level was definitely not that of the wimps in front of him.
comparable.
He thought of the rumors about Scar Bear. Although he had not received professional swordsmanship training, he had been living a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife and had honed his own set of swordsmanship. Coupled with his natural magical fighting power, he was extraordinary, even
Even the knights conferred by the Duke died in his hands.
Facing such an opponent, Good did not dare to be careless. He swung his cross sword diagonally downwards in the Fool's Pose, the starting hand for counterattack, and prepared to test the opponent first.
He said: "Lionheart Knight, Good Adrian, please teach me."
The Lionheart King will hold a competition every three years. The knight who ranks among the top 100 in the competition will be awarded the title of Lionheart Knight. Goode once got the 76th place, which is also a symbol of his glory.
.
The two stood opposite each other, and the battle was about to break out.
But at this moment——
"Sir...sir!"
A panicked and weak female voice sounded, and a weak girl ran out of the tent.
Goode frowned slightly, but made no move.
Scar Bear put down his cross sword and politely took two steps back.
Goode nodded in salute and then turned around.
At this moment, the girl had come closer, and Good asked: "What's wrong? My beauty?"
The girl looked at Goode in a panic and said, "Sir...are you...are you okay?"
Gude laughed and said: "How could something happen to me? It's just a few gangsters. Okay, hurry up and go back to the tent. The next scene is a bit bloody. I don't want my beauty to be scared, otherwise I will be heartbroken."
of."
The girl breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
She took out a handkerchief and motioned to Good's head, where some blood was spattered.
She said: "Can I wipe it for adults?"
Good smiled: "Of course."
After saying that, he took a step forward and took the initiative to take the girl into his arms.
The girl picked up the handkerchief and carefully wiped away the blood on Gude's forehead. Gude said: "Okay, beauty, go back to the tent quickly and wait for me in the tent."
The girl lowered her head: "Okay...Okay, sir..."
Good thought for a while, then raised the girl's chin, and then lowered his head to kiss the girl's lips. He decided to have a passionate kiss before the battle, so that the bard would write about it,
The story will become even more legendary.
Feeling the softness between his lips and teeth, Goode got carried away and his thoughts flew to the legendary biography of the tavern bard singing about him...
But just then——
"Ah!" Suddenly, a violent scream sounded.
Goode stumbled back.
However, he saw that a dagger had been inserted into his armpit and ribs at some point, and he was dripping with blood.
Good looked at the instigator in disbelief——
The girl who kissed him passionately.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." The girl looked frightened and kept shaking her head.
Goode was angry: "You..."
"Da da da!"
Before he finished speaking, a burst of cramped footsteps sounded from behind. Scar Bear was already running towards him at great speed, like a hungry wolf rushing towards its prey, unparalleled speed!
Gude subconsciously wanted to wave his sword to resist, but the arm holding the sword could not use any strength.
"Clang-poof!"
Two short syllables sounded, and a head flew high!