Krafft's Anomaly Notes

It is not too modest to say that Kraft seldom thinks that he will encounter accidents in close combat. Of course, this range does not include some things with a significant gap in body size and physical fitness.

Except for unconventional methods, he is also the kind of experienced fighter who has his own understanding-the possibility of delusions caused by too many spiritual senses cannot be ruled out.

Judging the opponent's general posture and predicting the next move based on some movements has formed a complex and advanced conditioned reflex system for people with sufficient knowledge and responsiveness.

This is Kraft's reliance on daring to get close and try to control the opponent.Based on the opponent's previous performance, it would be too flattering to call it a trick.

Similar to the stereotypes from the previous encounters, people who have been able to create unnatural phenomena through various means often appear to be quite dependent on this ability, so that they ignore more practical things - such as tripping horses and adding a few more The crossbow may not be deadlier than this, for example, "magic" is no match for Laoquan when close.

But also because of this, Kraft's first reaction was to let go after noticing some movements that were neither in line with combat experience nor in line with anatomy.

Strangeness means danger and the possibility of paying for new experiences.

When I hold that arm, I feel skinny and slender, like someone who is extremely malnourished, without any subcutaneous fat. It seems that all the energy storage substances have been used for other purposes, literally burned out.

At first Kraft thought he was grabbing the forearm, since more than one bone rotated in parallel in the muscle bundle, roughly the ulna and radius.

He was ready to dislodge the elbow joint, but the rotation seemed to be far from reaching the limit, and the excessive flexibility continued to twist half a circle, exceeding the limit of motion.Then, between the elbow joint and the wrist joint, where a partial fracture cannot bend, there is an incredible curvature.

This makes the body image unimaginable, breaking away from the appearance conceived in the mind, and presenting a distorted posture that is almost like a knotted biological activity.

The unexpected attack landed on the sword spine that was raised to block hastily. The strength was not small, but it was limited to not small. The real fatality was the short weapon's edge that crossed the defense with the abnormal curvature of the limbs and slashed across the neck.

Probably a dagger, a short knife, etc. After all, it is hard to say whether a long weapon is an advantage or a burden to an untrained person.

Temporarily getting rid of the restraint should have brought confidence to the other party. He raised his dagger again and swung it in front of him, hoping to completely remove the biggest obstacle on the way to escape.

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Kraft gave an evaluation in his heart, adjusted his mentality immediately, gave up the "complete" reservation plan, and waved his sword to meet the attack.

Since it is impossible to predict the posture, treat it as an arm and foot with no angle limit, deal with the whip attack, avoid the front as much as possible, and leave the blade for the fan-shaped trajectory of the swing.

Then, the guy who relies on the physical advantage will bump into himself.

It is very uncomfortable to bear the force, and the force "hangs" on the blade only a moment after contact, and the cutting direction is therefore not correct.But it was enough, the tissues that were far from surpassing the limits of the human body in strength were separated in front of the steel.

It was a deep enough incision, half of the muscle was severed, the limb was first deflected to the healthy side under the unbalanced pull of the intact part, and twisted away from Kraft, and then the pain burst out later, stripping away the possibility of exerting force. .

Not everyone can tolerate this level of pain, and he made a reasonable but deadly reaction - venting the pain by shouting loudly, and the weapon he was holding fell out of nowhere.

When he realized that he had bought enough time to use that deadly "spell" again, what he saw was the last scene of tonight with the help of the dim light that gradually lit up.

The long sword remained with mud spots and blood stains, only the cutting light of the blade can be seen from repeated swinging.

In a ray of sharp reflection, the passing scene is illuminated.Sunken eye sockets due to photophobia, sunken and wrinkled cheeks, and torn clothes on the right shoulder, revealing a haggard, thin, ribbed, snake-like body.An unusually smooth, still oozing superficial wound stretched from the right arm to the chest.

He raised his hand to try to resist the half-human being reflected on the blade, more than fearing the blade itself.

And the thing also raised its bony upper limbs, one of its long, slender palms was inlaid with a stone luminous body.

"No"

The dying voice, the unfinished last words, the complex emotions of doubt, unwillingness, and pain are coming to an end.Perhaps these are the most human parts of the performance.

The steel sword cleanly cut off the main supply channel for the thinking organs.

In the open and hanging palms, the dim light went out with consciousness, and a crop of insignificant weeds broke off in the middle, and was swept away and drifted away.

The "spell" is still partially completed, but fortunately no one can control it anymore.

Following the slash, Kraft counterattacked and cut open the opponent's wrist, then added a stab to the fallen body, nailing him to the ground.

After taking a few deep breaths, he confirmed that there was no suspicious struggle transmitted along the blade, and he could declare the opponent's complete death in the medical sense.

The person at the heart of the attack, the culprit who led to the martyrdom of several Inquisition monks, has fallen.

But things are not quite over yet.

Slowly pulling out the sword, Kraft simply identified the direction where the sound of fighting was still coming, and rushed to the broken battlefield scattered among the tall grass.

The extremely low-visibility environment dismembers the battle into discrete pieces.

There were indications that there were guards around the guy who had just died by the sword, but the truth was that they got separated in the chaos and wrestled with the monks who rushed over.

On the other hand, the cultivators were superior in terms of quality and equipment, and even if they were at a disadvantage, they could barely support them. As a result, Kraft's arrival was the final decision on the battle.

The biggest difficulty remaining is how to find everyone.

This took far longer than the battle itself, and no one even knew how many living people were left scattered on this terrible rainy night, nor did they know how many people were left on the other side.

The only thing I know is that when everything is coming to an end and no more attackers who can stand can be found, the rain has gradually lightened.

A damp, slow wind flows around, sticky and breathless.

They gathered six people together, and found one still alive next to the horse that had been shot and fell to the ground.

This unlucky, or rather lucky, guy didn't have time to dismount, his legs were pinned down, and he was suspected of having fractured his lower limbs, as well as possibly having a traumatic brain injury on the ground, and lost consciousness without a word.

Therefore, no one noticed this side, and let him lie down from the beginning to the end.

Several people worked together to move the horse away. Kraft used local materials and used two scabbards as splints to make a temporary fix for him.For the time being, the conditions are limited to this, and further processing will result in a safe environment.

Then a problem arises.

The horses died and fled, and there were only two horses left. They were trapped in this embarrassing place with no village in front and no shop in the back. I am afraid they will not be able to return to Dunling tonight.

"We have to go back to Xiguo Manor, at least I can deal with him there." Kraft wanted to wipe the water off his face, but he put down his hands thinking that there was no clean place on his body.

"By the way, take the body back, our people... and that one, maybe it will be easier for Green to explain and win more support."