Chapter 16. The swordsman who threw away his sword
Nursha drew his long-handled waist knife.
The blade of this knife is engraved with inscriptions, and anyone with some knowledge can tell that it is an enhanced enchanted weapon.
Its attribute is that it can make the swing of the sword faster, without the need to hollow out the blade to lose the weight of the sword and thereby destroy the durability and power of the weapon itself.
To put it simply, it makes this waist knife feel better in use.
"Hey! Didn't you say you won't use weapons? Do you think you lose?"
The members of the garrison expressed dissatisfaction one after another. They did not expect that the other party would start to break their promises so quickly.
Nursha also understood what was causing the commotion of the people in front of him, but he did not care about their protests.
Obviously these villagers have forgotten that they are now on a battlefield, not playing a ring game: there are impartial referees, observers with sharp eyes, and iron-clad rules.
The rules of the battlefield are originally written by the stronger party. It is undoubtedly ridiculous to try to seek justice through the enemy's rules.
"Gayudhi Tupa Brudhi (change the rules between us)."
Since he knows that the other person understands their language, he doesn't need to speak the broken human lingua franca.
The other person looked like an ordinary human being, and his figure was not that strong.
But Nursha could feel a sense of danger from the human in front of him that made his hair stand on end.
I believe that if he is not careful, he will probably die.
Orcs' intuition is very keen, and Nursha firmly believes that there is nothing wrong with his intuition.
Although he only heard it from the elders of the clan and did not see it with his own eyes:
Although humans are generally weak, there are also special beings among them that even the prosperous Sharjah Empire has to be afraid of.
Nursha believed that the seemingly ordinary human being in front of him should be one of the "special" elements mentioned by the elders.
"Guwa Salleh (let's have a fight)!"
The waist knife in Nursha's hand reflected a dazzling white light in the sun, and his long tongue turned in a circle on the tip of his nose.
Nursha was using the taste buds on her tongue to taste the long-lost pressure that filled the air.
"Kuaidifendis, Ukare shrunk (if you defeat me, they will be saved.)"
"If I win, you have to retreat. Otherwise, I will spare your life."
Belkas ignored the so-called conditions just offered by the wolf-headed man.
He stepped forward to help the two seriously injured Davidsons. Several young men from the garrison also came out to help carry the two men and Gu Bang's body into the guardrail.
Unexpectedly, the human did not reply to him in orc language. Nursha was confused and couldn't figure out what he said.
I saw these people cleaning the scene and treating the injured, but they did not stop them.
For Nursha, the life and death of these people is not important. What is important is the unexpected and surprising "prey" in front of him.
"Roba."
He called the short wolf-headed man not far behind him to come over. Luoba was the wolf-headed man here who knew the most common human language.
At the same time, he was also the "translator" Nursha brought with him during this operation.
This wolf is different from other orcs. Nursha is very cautious in doing things and will not take risks easily.
This time his mission required him to go deep into the hinterland of humanity, so he naturally needed sufficient intelligence, instead of shouting and killing all the way like other orc commanders.
After all, no orc commander has ever been able to produce such a powerful force.
But after all, Nursha was considered by the elders to be the most potential wolf-headed warrior, and he had to accomplish feats that other orcs could not do.
Whether it was for the honor of his tribe or his own future, Nursha would not allow failure.
Nursha whispered to Roba again for a moment and gave him his orders.
Originally, this matter should have been left to his adjutant Popolon, but who knows, that idiot said he was looking for the human child to have fun and would not come back.
If Popolun dares to come back now, he won't let this guy get a good harvest.
"You must be careful, that wolf-headed man is not simple."
Davidson used his only left hand that could still move to hold Belkas's shoulder tightly. When he spoke to this person, Davidson couldn't help but use honorifics.
"I will."
Belkas also reached out and patted Davidson on the shoulder, then pointed at the long sword beside Davidson and asked: "Can I lend this to me?"
"sure."
Davidson would not refuse this person's request. He believed that his "partner" that had been with him for more than ten years would never become dusty in this person's hands.
"Okay, thanks."
Belkas took the long sword in his hand and swung it twice to test the feel.
The reason why Belkas asked Davidson for the sword was actually because he really didn't have any other weapons that he could use in the past.
Belkas is still in his usual attire now:
Wear a brown long coat with a velvet vest.
This outfit is suitable for the cold climate here.
But in this way, he was completely clothed in civilian clothes, and fighting the heavily armed wolf-headed man without any protective gear would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.
But there is no way around it.
Back then... when he took Yuffie away from that place of right and wrong, he also left his equipment in that place.
After all, he still felt guilty about this matter, so in the end he didn't take those things away.
And ever since he and Yuffie took Nia to settle down in this village, Belkas thought that everything was over, and he had been living as an ordinary person, or like an ordinary person.
But who would have thought? He would actually have the time to swing the sword again.
Originally, he didn't want to get involved in the dispute between these orcs and the village.
Because he is no longer "Paladin Neil", but "Belkas, a small businessman with good cooking skills".
Besides, Yuffie is pregnant. As a husband, he shouldn't leave his wife and take risks to become a hero.
But when he thought that the appearance of these orcs would undoubtedly destroy the ideal home he and Yuffie had finally obtained.
Belkas thought for a long time, and finally decided to participate in the action to protect the village.
He originally planned to join the team responsible for evacuating and protecting villagers.
But when he saw the panic on the faces of the villagers about leaving their hometowns in the square, he couldn't stay any longer...
He couldn't face his wife and daughter who also had such expressions.
Having no strength but not doing anything is also a sin.
So he stood here, confronting these aliens, holding weapons and standing on the battlefield just like before.
"Kuyesa Liede Dika (I'm looking forward to the battle with you)."
Both sides seemed to be ready. The fighting spirit in Nursha's eyes was extremely strong, and it was necessary for him to win this victory.
In Nursha's eyes, Belkas is not an obstacle to him, but a fuel that makes his desire to win even more fervent.
Whoosh!!
Before there was any command to signal the start of the duel, Nursa had already rushed towards Belkas and stabbed Belkas in the head.
The waist knife drew a white shadow in the air and rushed directly towards the opponent's face.
clang!!
The metal collided violently in the air and produced sparks. Belkas blocked Nursha's attack from the front with a horizontal sword.
Seeing that the opponent actually dared to meet his attack head-on and seemed to have some remaining strength, Nursha couldn't help but be shocked.
Of course, Nursha didn't think that his attack could defeat this human being who could make his instinct feel pressured.
He also imagined in his mind how the other party would respond to his sudden attack.
For example: jump away like the two people just now, or use clever strength to relieve the force, or use some skill to block.
He has the next step to deal with the above situation, such as jumping forward and performing a jump slash to chase Belkas who jumped out of the attack range.
Or use your huge body to hit Belkas, whose lower body is unstable due to the unloading force, and use your bloodline ability to offset his skills...
But he didn't expect that a mere human would choose to withstand his attack.
Of course, the response at this time is also very simple.
Nursha gritted his teeth, veins popped out all over his body, applied force to his hands, and pressed against the opponent with all his strength.
"Ugh!"
Next, Belkas held the sword with both hands and pushed back with his backhand, and actually pushed Nursha away.
Nursha, who was pushed away, staggered back three steps before regaining his balance, while Belkas was frozen in place like a nail, motionless.
In the first round of the fight between Nursa and Belkas, the decision was made.
"Strong, awesome..."
Jones, who just thought Belkas was going to die, was speechless when he saw this scene.
Of course, it wasn't just him, everyone present was also very surprised. Even the wolf-headed man started whispering. They all wanted to know who this man was, and even Nursha couldn't defeat him.
"roar!!"
The ancestral totem that can only be used twice a day was used by Nursha again.
The angry roar of the ancestral spirit sounded in his ears again, as if he was scolding himself for his incompetence.
The humiliation of being at a disadvantage when wrestling with humans made Nursha remain extremely angry.
Nursha's already huge body grew even larger, with bloody ancient runes appearing all over his body.
His strength has been enhanced, and he believes that he can now tear everything apart.
DANG DANG DANG!!
The extremely fast wind of the sword pressed towards the man like a storm, and Belkas, facing such a fierce attack, tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.
The sword in the man's hand formed an indestructible wall. No matter how terrifying the attack was, it could not shake it in the slightest. The man blocked it with the sword in his hand.
"Shobulo (damn it)!"
Whenever Nursha struck out with a knife, the opponent would definitely block it and strike back with as much force as him.
As a result, Nursha's hands holding the knife were bleeding. Although the injury did not affect anything, it made Nursha anxious.
There seemed to be no flaws in the opponent's defense, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break it.
If Nursha's sword is like a flashing storm with huge destructive power, then this man's sword is like a continuous wave, one layer stronger than the next.
This made Nursha, who was good at outbursts, despair.
Nursha began to retreat. Although he was still under the effect of the ancestral spirit totem, his arrogant posture was no longer there.
He looked at the long sword in Belkas's hand, and then at his own sword.
Finally, his beast eyes widened in disbelief.
As an enchanted weapon, his own sword had several cracks due to the battle just now, but the blade of Belkas' long sword actually had no cracks in such a strong collision.
Nursha couldn't help but squint his eyes, paying attention to the mystery on the long sword.
There was a strange air current swirling around the long sword that didn't look out of the ordinary, and Nursha also knew what it was, and it was precisely knowing what it was that made him feel even more incredible.
That is "qi".
The basic skill that all warriors practice is to use "qi" to strengthen themselves and use "qi" to harm their opponents.
However, the opponent can actually use "qi" to strengthen weapons?
What's going on?
Nursha was puzzled. He had never seen a being who could bring luck to weapons.
"Is it over? Your attack."
Belkas slightly changed the posture of holding the sword, and even he admitted that this wolf-headed man was indeed powerful.
The attack just now made his hands feel numb. But he had been defending before just to regain the feeling of holding the sword. It was hard for him to say how much strength he had before.
It's been a long time since I last held a sword, but now I hold a kitchen knife the most.
But at this time, Belkas had already made up his mind.
"I will use three swords! You will be defeated."
Belkas raised three fingers to Nursha. Even if Nursha didn't understand his language, he could understand the general idea.
By this time Nursha had fallen into decline.
Belkas saw that the wolf-headed man was exerting all his strength in every attack, so he would not be able to fight for a long time. Once the wolf-headed man retreated, the victory of the battle would be determined.
Nursha's eyes were bloodshot and red.
He felt extremely angry that this person dared to say that he could be defeated within three strikes, but he also felt in his heart that this was no lie.
"The first sword!"
Belkas shouted, which made everyone in the audience silently count his sword moves.
When the man was motionless, he was as towering as a mountain, and when he moved, he was like a thunderbolt. He stabbed Nursha in the throat with great force, but how could Nursha be killed just like that?
His legs were like springs, and he jumped back, intending to avoid the man's sword. Finding that he could not avoid the blow, he swung the sword in his hand and slashed at Belkas.
However, Belkas had expected it and slashed directly at the sword. As Nursha was still in the air, he swung the sword in a hurry. The sword was knocked out of his hand by the sword. The sword spun in the air for two times.
Circle, stuck straight into the ground.
"The second sword!"
The sword was swung again, this time at Nursha's chest. However, Nursha was unable to block it and could only bear the sword.
Relying on the strength of the ancestral spirit totem to strengthen his body, his body is almost invulnerable. But this sword not only directly split the leather armor on his body, cut off his thick hair, but also directly cut open his extremely hard chest.
, leaving a wound on which the ribs can be vaguely seen.
"The third sword!"
Nursha's body had already touched the ground, and she was about to change her position the moment her legs touched the ground.
But Belkas kicked the wound on his chest, and the severe pain that hit his brain directly made Nursha lie down peacefully.
The man just stepped on him, and before he could recover from the severe pain, Nursha felt a cold touch on his throat that made him even more alert...
That's right.
The man was stepping on him, with the sword pointed at his throat.
What a humiliation this is, and how helpless it is.
"I…"
Nursha, who had no resistance left, spoke in a half-baked human language with his hoarse voice.