The whole place was silent, and all eyes were fixed on the small figure standing in the middle of the field.
Prell took a step forward, stepped on the Gnoll's back, pulled out the miner's pickaxe, and the filth mixed with brains and blood flowed to the floor.
He spat contemptuously, and this action immediately aroused a stronger reaction, and the dog-headed crowd cheered like an explosion.
All the gnolls looked at Prell in fear. As the leader of the gnolls hired by the goblins, Anheim was the most powerful individual among them, and now he was defeated by a tiny kobold!
Gresu was scared and angry at the same time. What was scary was that Prell had killed two strong gnolls one after another. What was angry was that the remaining gnolls saw their leader being killed and lost their lives just like that.
courage!
Seeing that many gnolls who were maintaining order had quietly put down their weapons and let the kobolds roar, Gresu secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead, rolled his eyes, and then looked away.
The human guard with one eye and white beard who had been making comments sighed, took off the long sword behind him, signaled to his companions, took a shield, and walked towards the middle of the field. What he thought about his goblin employer
His character and temper are really too clear to understand.
Gresu suddenly became elated, and he said loudly: "Michael, kill this damn kobold for me!" This was the first time that Gresu felt that humans were quite reliable, at least what he paid to them
Employment wages are not in vain.
As a one-eyed white-bearded human named Michael entered the venue, the kobold crowd fell silent again. As a veteran who participated in the second orc invasion war, Michael did not look stronger than Anheim.
Many, but he has a certain temperament.
That temperament was hard to explain, but it made Michael full of aura. So the summer sun had just cast its blazing rays on this messy open space at the foot of the mountain, but the scene seemed to have become much colder.
This is the unique temperament of a veteran who has gone through hundreds of battles. Michael stood casually and moved his wrist. The long sword made of humanoid steel seemed to be growing on his arm, and he dexterously moved it.
Turned over a sword flower.
Then Michael held the shield with the blue lion head emblem printed on it in his hand and carefully wrapped it around his left arm. He lowered his head and smiled at Prell: "You can rest for a while, I will wait.
your!"
This extreme self-confidence made Prell very unhappy, but he didn't say anything. He just sat down and closed his eyes to rest. He still spent mana in the battles, and he could recover whatever he could, but he didn't care about anything else.
things.
The two gnolls entered the venue at Gresu's signal and carried Anheim's body away. Before leaving, they did not forget to take a closer look at Prell. They no longer had any thoughts of revenge, they just wanted to take a look.
What is so different about this seemingly weak creature?
20 minutes passed, and Michael suddenly felt a little stupid, because Player opposite had no intention of standing up. He felt a little funny, but also a little angry, thinking that his good intentions had been offended.
Gresu was also impatient. An hour had passed since Prell was about to challenge himself, which meant that the onlookers had been mining for an hour, and today's mine output would be reduced by an hour.
He thought about it and decided that after Michael defeated, or preferably killed, Prell, he would order today's lunch and dinner to be postponed by an hour, and he would also consider hiring a group of human front-line workers.
Come, remove a group of gnolls.
Half an hour later, Prell opened his eyes and yawned. This made Michael on the opposite side become a little restless, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.
Seeing Prell pretending to move his body and raising the miner's pickaxe in his hand, Michael said: "Hey, boy, the battle is about to begin!"
He hit the shield with his sword, and then charged forward fiercely. His speed was faster than Anheim, and before Prell had time to react, a huge shield slapped him in the face, and the shield's
On the side, a long sword slashes downwards from right to left.
Prell had no way to dodge. In fact, he had no room to dodge or move. Michael's shield struck from front to back, top to bottom. He could neither roll forward to dodge nor jump back.
, let alone rolling left and right, because Michael's long sword has blocked his left and right movement space.
It has to be said that Michael has rich combat experience. Through the observation just now, he can see that Prell's biggest reliance is the flexibility brought by his short stature. When encountering a stupid jackal like Anheim, flexibility is the decisive weapon, but
In front of him, all this is in vain.
So Prell managed to block the swing of the sword with a miner's pickaxe, and then received a "shield slam" from Michael head-on. His short figure was knocked away like a ball.
The blood spurting out from the nostrils drew a trace in the air.
Before Prell could get up, he rolled over again in embarrassment. At his previous position, Michael cut him in the air with a jumping slash.
This "shield slam" directly reduced Prell's physical strength by nearly 300 points! And his whole face was bruised and his nosebleeds were all over his face, making him look even more ugly and ridiculous.
The failed jump slash seemed to be part of Michael's plan. He rolled on the spot and slashed at the waist of Prell, who had ducked to one side. Prell, who had just landed, only had time to block it with a miner's pickaxe.
Then it was smashed and flew out again.
The scene became very passive. Michael's strength may be slightly inferior to that of Anheim, but his fighting skills far surpassed that of the Jackal who only knew brute force. Therefore, Prell could only resist and parry, but did not fight back at all.
opportunity.
The only advantage is that he is more flexible than Michael, which is also a benefit brought by his size. After continuously blocking and dodging Michael's five attacks, Prell felt for the first time that he might lose.
The continuous attacks were too much for Michael. He did not expect that the short kobold opponent in front of him could be so durable, so he postponed the attack.
The two people faced off, and Prell's breathing was a little uneven. Even though his body had been systematically transformed, this was reality and not a game after all. The Michael in front of him was a living human being with rich combat experience, not a
NPCs in the game.
From Michael's first step on the field, Player has already observed his attributes:
"Senior warrior of Stormwind City, the kingdom to which Michael's race belongs.
Skill Mastery: Charge: Accelerate over a short distance and deliver a powerful blow to the target at a high impact speed.
Flurry: Use melee weapons to cause damage to all nearby targets.
Jumping Slash: Charge up to jump at medium and short range, and use weapons to strike the target.
Shield Bash: Use a shield to suppress the target and knock it back.
Sword Mastery: Able to use one-handed sword and two-handed sword proficiently.
Melee Combat: Mastery.
Unarmed Combat: Mastery.
Racial talent: Essence: Passive. During combat or work, you can enter a state of "full concentration" by concentrating, strengthening your own reaction ability and concentration ability.
Perception: Passive, in the dark state, the perception of surrounding things is improved. "
He is also the first red target that Prell has seen with his "eye of observation" since he obtained the system, which means that according to the system's judgment, Michael's strength surpasses Prell.
But Prell would not give up the fight because of this. He still had the skills to save his life and hit backhand, but he believed that he could defeat the powerful enemy in front of him with his own trump card.
After resting for a few seconds, Michael launched another attack. He was unable to defeat Prell in a short period of time, which made him feel humiliated. He believed that with his own strength, he could face more than 20 kobolds at the same time.
Easily defeat these timid little creatures.
So Michael's attack came over in the blink of an eye. His attack was not fancy at all, but it was sharp and full of practicality. It was not a big attack that relied on brute force like a jackal, but a prerequisite for strictly guarding the door.
Next, attack the enemy through clever and simple sword skills.
The tip of his sword never leaves Prell's chest. For kobolds, the curved spine protects the fragile throat. Only attacking their chest is the most effective method.
Prell felt uncomfortable. He rolled to the left and right to dodge, and Michael's long sword changed his moves accordingly. At the same time, the shield also blocked his lateral movement;
Due to the length of the sword, Prell was more like fighting an opponent holding a long-handled spear and halberd. The opponent's attack range was simply too large.
So after his miner's pickaxe had no choice but to collide with Michael's long sword several times, the wooden handle was cut off again, and Prell was left bare-handed again.
This time Michael did not carry forward the so-called "chivalry". The kobold in front of him was more time-consuming than defeating a jackal, so he ignored it, turned his wrist, and stabbed straight at the person who had no weapon to block.
Player's chest.
Amid the exclamations of the kobolds who were watching, Prell raised his hand, and a ray of holy light fell, covering his body. A large round bell flashed through the light curtain, and he was unharmed.
Michael forgot about his next attack because of his surprise. He saw that Prell ignored him, clenched his rat-claw-like hands into fists, approached him, jumped up hard, and punched forward.
Michael's attack posture was temporarily frozen due to surprise. He held the shield with his left hand slightly outward, took a step forward with his right leg, and maintained the forward thrust with his right hand. This was an extremely standard combat action.
However, Prell's counterattack was too fast. He relied on his short stature to miss the position of the shield. This blow sent chills to the crotches of all the onlookers.
Due to the height difference between Prell and Michael, Prell's jumping attack was originally intended to hit Michael's waist. Because of his forward movement, the attack point was a little lower, so
Michael's crotch was unfortunately hit.
What's even more unfortunate is that Michael doesn't wear any armor. He has a set of armor inherited from his family, but that armor is only used in war. As a guard, he usually wears leather armor, because leather
Armor is enough to ensure his safety in battle.
But this morning, he had just gotten up, so he wore a pair of linen trousers, so Prell's blow really hit the target.