Hey, King!

2021-06-20

Chapter 102 Chapter 102 Goddamn

"What's wrong with this horse?" The Knight swayed from When I got off the horse, I saw a black figure rushing up beside me. He huddled himself under the shield, and then slammed out using the shield as a wall. And the shadow also hit the shield hard, and then continued to push forward.

Geros roared, his shoulders against the shield, one hand grabbing the edge of the shield to keep it from slipping away, while pushing hard. "Dagon! Dagon is coming!"

Dagon slammed open the door and rushed into the house. There was a resident inside, the father was protecting the wife and children, holding the axe for chopping wood, his eyes were firm, and his expression was tense. Dagon got up and glared at him, indicating that he had noticed him. Then, he picked up the first hunting axe on the ground, turned and rushed back to the battlefield.

A foot warrior hiding behind a shield and being pushed and sliding on the ground is turning his back to himself. The warrior drew his long sword and was about to stab Gerlos against his shield, so Dagon immediately roared and charged forward with his head axe.

The roar made the shield Knight realize his own danger. He could stab Gerros to death, but that meant he would die without a chance to block Dagon again. He had to make a choice to hold Gerros as much as he could, then swing the long sword to focus more on Dagon. At the same time, Dagon had no choice but to fight him, and between trying to decide the winner and not letting his long sword have some free time, he had to choose the latter to keep Gerlos relatively safe.

There were a few brief collisions between the headhunter and the long sword, with the long sword temporarily gaining safety with flexibility. At this moment, Geros used his body to press down the shield, and stabbed in under the Knight's helmet with a flying knife in hand, directly piercing the blood vessels and trachea in his neck, and then swiped and pushed. The Knight fell to the ground, blood flowing from the gap in the helmet, staining the ground red.

"Two left." Dagon smiled, and Gerros turned pale in fright. He lifted his foot and fiercely kicked Dagon with the greatest force of his life. Dagon, the Jiangu clansman, was kicked out - mainly because he didn't even want to fight the force - and fell to the ground.

A blast of lightning strikes, lighting up the street. Dagon clearly saw Gerros' pale face, his clothes and skin burning and exploding in the lightning. The Captain of the Golden Dog Caravan was knocked out like a doll, and fell into the pit formed by the muddy water with a thud, lying motionless on his stomach.

"To avoid one." Borge felt a little disappointed. He had dropped his shield, the long sword was still hanging from his belt, and between his two deerskin gloves, small bundles of lightning were still jumping. He looked up at the sky, and hurriedly shook his hands, so that the elements around him would not be so dense and dense. "You can't bring down the lightning. You go to melee combat, I'll go under the eaves and take the opportunity to give him a shot."

Dagon rolled over, lowered his body and dragged his first hunting axe, approaching the enemy in an arc. A Knight came over with a sword and shield in hand. Borge looked at the situation on the field and drew his sword with a smile. "Dwarves, do you want to save these people? If they don't put down their weapons, they will die."

Three dwarves were supported on the back of three horses. He was thrown into a daze and unconscious. When they were at a disadvantage just now, Dagon and the others did not have the energy to solve the problems of the three dwarves, so they could only pray to God Oli for blessings. At this time, although the three dwarves did not know whether they were alive or dead, they obviously became the hostages held by Borge.

Dagon ignored Borge's threats, and neither did he. Any wavering will only increase Borge's confidence and put the dwarves in danger. The Sword and Shield Knight is approaching. His martial skill is very stable. If he has an absolute advantage, he won't attack. Everything is prioritized to protect his own safety. He can drag Dagon as much as possible and distract him. The shield was held firmly, the long sword was only half-strike, he didn't even want to stab Dagon at all, everything was looking for an opportunity to hold, entangle or hold down the headhunter. He believes that as long as he can entangle for a moment, the lightning will solve the dwarf in front of him.

"A female dwarf," Borge said to Dagon with a smile, "this can't be your crush or your daughter? You dwarves all look the same, it's hard to tell the age, but when you die Each has its own characteristics."

He raised a high long sword so that Dagon could see the shining sword edge clearly. Borge's proud face, cruel smile, and eyes that are confident that he will eventually win, are even more hideous against the background of lightning.

"no!" Dagon roared, leaping at his opponent, holding the blade with his body, and stabbing his head axe into his thigh. This is an unreasonable exchange, a desperate choice when trying to break the deadlock. Just as Dagon's shoulder was pierced by the long sword, an arrow shot from the roof, crossed a parabola, and drilled down against Borge's arm as if it had grown eyes, fiercely drilled from the armpit without the protection of the armor. went in.

The long sword was released, and Borge's eyes widened in disbelief. The arrow pierced through clothes and skin, pierced straight into his lungs, and had severely affected his breathing. He only felt that the right chest was getting heavier and heavier, and the feeling of drowning and suffocation was getting heavier. He pulled out the arrow, and what came out was not blood, but clumps of foam, one after another pink.

Another arrow came, hit the helmet, deflected, and Tess spat on the roof. She shot an arrow towards Dagon beckons with the hand, bending the bow, and finally found a gap in the groin of Sword and Shield Knight. The armor of these Knights is too good. The rain has affected the power of bows and arrows too much.

The opponent's staggering footsteps were seized by Dagon, and he finally solved the sword and shield Knight in front of him. Polearms like the headhunter couldn't be used one-handed, but Dagon still carried it, holding it flat on his shoulders. He saw Tess, the half-elf, but he also knew that in this weather, Tess couldn't help much, and she had to get off the roof quickly to avoid being struck by lightning. Besides, it is now one-on-one on the ground, one-handed against one-handed, Dagon feels that his advantage is even greater.

He began to run forward with his head-sniper axe in hand, in a javelin-throwing gesture. Borge roared: "I'm not down yet! Don't underestimate me!" and generated lightning in his hand. Both have the ability to solve opponents from a distance, and both know that they may only have one chance. So, Dagon mobilized all the movement method force, released the "sparkling" rune, and took the lead to strike Borge's eyes.

Borge stared at Dagon, even knowing he would be blinded. He clearly noticed that the dwarf was throwing a weapon, and moved sideways while flashing. Dagon actually made a fake move. His throwing action was deliberately slowed by half a beat, and he made the real shot after confirming the direction of Borge's dodging. The headhunter flew out with Dagon's physical power, and the lightning beam flew in with Borge's spell power.

Lightning can't be dodged, and no one is that fast. But Dagon knew the Lightning was coming and he could defend. Pushed by mana, the wet mud and soft soil on the ground covered up, covering Dagon's chest for the first time. One moment, he seemed to be a sculpture, and the next moment, he was a broken sculpture.

The gleaming explosion destroys the sculpture of wet mud like an egg, and Dagon is the yolk that's been blasted out. He tumbled twice and fell to the ground with a thud, with blue smoke all over his body. The original sculpture was left with only two charred leg shells, smoldering in the thunderstorm. On the other side of the battlefield, the first hunting axe jabbed at Borge's side, but it failed to hit.

"Despicable dwarf! I still don't know what you are thinking? I expected it! You want to deceive me in the direction of dodging." Borge said with a smile while vomiting blood: "You fight. You're gone, hahaha, you're dead."

Dagon was still motionless on the ground, and at this time he would be a ghost if he could still move. The power of lightning roamed in his body, and all his muscles were paralyzed. Although he kept sending out instructions to move his body in his mind, all these had no effect.

The new lightning reassembled in his palm, and the hideous smile was illuminated. At this moment, an extraordinarily small silhouette rushed out of the shadows and tossed a (to it) large sack.

The sack disintegrated in the air, it turned out to be just a torn canvas. The canvas was wrapped in a lot of "Us", all horseshoes, and they flew to Borge. The horseshoe representing luck in folklore fluttered, and the elements in the air gathered laughingly. Borge turned his eyes slightly, he saw the arc jumping on the metal horseshoe, and he heard Leiyun’s cheerful laughter.

A thunder fell from the sky, swallowing the lightning in Borge's hand in one bite, and also swallowing Borge in one bite. The lightning came and went quickly, and the blow was completed in the blink of an eye. Borge stood still in his original position, with several red-hot horseshoes hanging from his body, and then he too began to burn.

Dagon's body trembled a little, and with one hand on the ground, he lifted the head with difficulty and slowly. He saw Toby pick up a long spear from the ground and poked Borge cautiously. The lord of White Horse Town fell without resistance, rain pouring on his already indistinguishable face, except for the teeth in his smoking mouth that were still the same color—or more crystalline.

Win. Dagon thought to himself. It's hard. He stood up tremblingly and patted his legs with his only movable right hand. Tess had come down from the roof, and it was indeed luck that she was not struck by lightning. The half-elf lunged at Gerros first to check his injuries. Seeing her crying and laughing, she knew that Geros was not dead.

The left shoulder was penetrated, and there may be a fracture, but it was worth it to save someone. Toby used a knife to separate the rope, and found the key on Knight to open the shackles. The three dwarves were injured to varying degrees, but the fractures and sprains were all hopeful to recover. Several people looked at each other and smiled, either relying on their own strength or relying on the support of their companions, stood up and gathered together.

At this time, the sound of hoofs and gu lus approached from the street where Borge had come before, and two beautiful white steeds drove a carriage decorated with pale green leaves, its luxury far exceeding its practicality. The car had no driver, but it stopped firmly and precisely five paces away from the crowd. The door opened, and a good-looking female elf smiled at them.

The heavy rain circled the roof of the carriage, and not a drop of water dared to approach the female elf without permission.

Is she the Governor?
(End of this chapter)