"Are you hungry? Are you here to find something to eat, or..."
The bald man held the giant hammer on his shoulder - it seemed that he was in no hurry to deal with Nate.
"When did Ursus have Kurantans?"
"…The Kuranta people are everywhere."
Nate held his sword flat, sizing up the strong man's appearance, and using his peripheral vision to see where he could retreat.
——A frontal attack is not the answer.
"Omnipresent? The only impression I have of the Kuranta people is Casimir." The strong man curled his lips:
"They are much taller than you."
“Human bodies are always different – small things have their own benefits.”
"For example, can you get under my crotch?"
Faced with the strong man's ridicule, Nate just replied coldly:
"Tall people are easily electrocuted. After all, I don't have to change light bulbs."
"Ha, this makes sense."
The strong man shrugged his shoulders. His bad mouth did not have the effect of motivating the general. On the contrary, he was asking for trouble. He stopped chatting and became serious:
"Xiao Ma, I don't care where you come from, I only know one thing: you definitely didn't come here to have a late night snack. As for where you come from..."
——Including Nate, none of the people involved in the infiltration were wearing or carrying anything with the logo.
"——I don't care." The strong man said seriously:
"I just need to know that you are here to ruin my plan, that's enough."
"And you just made some interesting revelations - you have companions, right? Another group of ponies?"
"Do whatever you want...they're dead anyway."
The big man held the hammer in his hand again:
"Just after I deal with you, or--"
The huge body rushed towards Nate at a speed completely disproportionate to his size!
“It doesn’t matter if someone else does it for you!”
Fortunately, Nate was well prepared, steady his steps, tilted the tip of the sword, and deflected the hammer away at the moment of contact——
Accompanied by the harsh sound of metal friction, Nate stepped forward diagonally, turned around at the same time, and took advantage of the situation to swing out the sword, but the bald head dodged it sideways.
There was no chance for the bald man to continue swinging the hammer. Nate took advantage of his dodge and followed up the attack with several thrusts to force the strong man back. Then he struck with a slash——
"Clang!"
Unexpectedly, the bald man advanced instead of retreating. When he was about to hit his head with a chop, he turned his head and let Nate's sword hit his shoulder armor. He then grabbed Nate's head and hit it with a headbutt.
Special head!
"Uh..."
Nate's eyes only felt black, and he felt as if something was swinging towards him in a daze. He tried to block it with his sword sideways - another huge force knocked him away -
"Well……"
Nate fell to the ground and couldn't even scream. The severe pain in his head and the shaking caused by the knockdown only made him feel like vomiting.
"You actually blocked it... Where did you learn your fighting skills?"
"But, what's wrong with you?"
The strong man stood there and asked:
"Because I mentioned my companions, are you getting anxious? You obviously have skills that can make up for your strength. I just wanted to praise you for being able to fight, but I didn't expect——"
The strong man suddenly stopped talking and said as if he remembered something:
"Wait a minute, are you a knight?"
"Uh, hehe, hahahahaha... the dwarf knight!"
Without hiding his smile, the strong man mocked:
"No wonder your swordsmanship is so familiar to me - I have seen countless trainee knights on the battlefield, and their movements are exactly the same as yours! You are really a Casimir!"
"Could they really make someone like you a knight?"
"Then what are you anxious and worried about? Chivalry?"
The strong man spat on the ground.
"——Don't overestimate your own capabilities. Do you have the energy to help others?"
Nate resisted and stretched his hands to his waist——
When the strong man saw clearly what was in his hand, his expression changed, and he was so frightened that he took three steps back. Just when he realized something was wrong, Nate turned the thing towards him.
He pulled out Hank's hormone pistol.
Pulling the trigger, he stood up under the different eyes of the strong man.
...Reluctantly, I recovered.
Nate roughly checked his body - the injuries on his legs and back seemed to be more serious than other parts due to being knocked to the ground many times.
In comparison, the injuries on the wrist and head are not that important.
...There is no way to run away now. Nate smiled bitterly in his heart. If he had known better, he should have retreated decisively. With his injuries now, he would definitely be caught up.
...But looking at his sprint, you may not be able to outrun him even in a sprint.
The bald man could also tell that Nate's reply was probably because of the strange gun: "...That pistol is a good thing. Is it an injection? How did it come about?"
"Given by a friend."
My friend... I am still taking things too emotionally. If you are really worried about them, you should find a way to bring the information back first.
——Let’s talk about regrets later.
Take a deep breath.
"Also, you are wrong, I am not a knight——"
"Not anymore."
Nate looked at the sword in his hand - the force of the impact just now made him silent.
The long sword had been broken at the waist. The irregular fracture and the lower half of the sword still on the hilt reflected his face and the moonlight——
"...It's not too ugly."
If Jiang Yan were here, I'm afraid he would use such bad words to liven up the atmosphere.
But there are still some exciting things:
Now this weapon is the one he is most familiar with.
Hold the sword hilt with your backhand.
"After all..." Nate moved his sore body and said to the strong man:
"Learning to learn the sword is just my stupidity on a whim...it's just my vanity."
——The fanny pack is still there. Nate took out one of the things he had kept in it:
Piece of cloth.
Nate placed the cloth over his weapon-holding right hand.
I sighed silently in my heart: I should have done this a long time ago.
The most important goal now is to spread the news——!
You must knock him down!
Instead of sprinting in a straight line as usual, Nate's steps were illusory and unpredictable, and he moved towards the strong man in an irregular manner——
a step far!
Nate stepped out towards the side of the strong man, lowered his body, and reached for the strong man's lower body with his right hand. Just as the bald head tried to resist, a sense of crisis came to nothing, and the weapon deflected——
Ding!
There was a crisp sound, the sound of a stab: the tip of the sword hit the handle of his hammer!
Nate's hand had already strayed away from the strong man's lower body, and the dagger was pointing behind his right knee at a strange angle!
——He is attacking the joints!
The bald head was sweating violently, and he quickly moved backwards. He felt that there was an extra scratch on his thigh, and there was a faint pain——
From the hip bone position to the knee position, it is not very deep...
Is this...wanna hit the hip joint...
If he hadn't jumped to his original position, I'm afraid the dagger would have been inserted into the bone junction!
Because he dodged in time, only scratches were left.
"Who are you?!" The strong man was no longer calm and asked loudly:
"This is……!"
Nate had a smile on his face—an icy smile.
"Since you have been on the battlefield, you should know. Besides, don't you see it?"
The strong man's throat rolled.
He had only heard of this sword technique... It was used on sabers and other knives, and sometimes people used scimitars and other short knives to perform this technique;
In the war between Ursus and Casimir, the people who used it came from the most feared mysterious force...
Judging from some random things...
The platinum-haired Kuranta man said:
"Different from the long sword, it is a one-handed technique and belongs to military swordsmanship; holding the sword in the backhand; covering the hands and sword with a cloak and other items..."
The bald man gritted his teeth.
"Well, my version just has my own changes."
Nate shook his head, as if laughing at himself:
"I come from the same school, but I'm not very orthodox."
This smiling Kuranta…
The strong man read out the name that made the soldiers tremble in a trembling voice:
"Casimir Hussars...!"
Nate smiled and shook his head:
"No - I am a security contractor now, don't call me by that name, just like you are no longer a soldier."