Xingyue, the strongest heroic spirit is myself

So don't let me down, Saxon, my bloodlust is growing.

Nidhogg was a little excited.

"Don't surrender!"

"Do not hesitate!"

"Never die!"

"Kill the enemy!"

Nidhogg didn't arrange any tactics, it was just F2A.

Not required for operation!

It doesn't matter if all his army is wiped out. Nidhogg's brain is dominated by killing at this time.

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Kill and be killed, die and be killed.

Blood sacrifices to the blood god, skulls sacrifice skulls!

Jogging first, then increasing his pace, Nidhogg took the initiative to attack the Thacker.

The Saxons were moved by the fact that the enemy general took the initiative to leave the army and go deep alone.

Therefore, they first gave Nidhogg a baptism of arrows.

It's just like in an offensive and defensive battle, the two sides are competing for strength. The battlefield is changing rapidly, and there is no inevitable cause and effect.

The arrow rain was too obvious and too slow.

As long as he accelerates a little, all the arrows will rain down behind him.

Swish swish swish swish—

There was a rain of arrows and a whistling music from behind.

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Nidhogg broke into the 30-meter range without any damage.

"Throw!"

Don't think that only Northern Europeans can throw.

In fact, only archers need training, and throwing only takes a few weeks to get started. The earliest primitive people started hunting mammoths by throwing.

Conquered by the Romans for many years, the Saxons also mastered good throwing techniques.

There was no need for the clan leader to give orders, the front row had already been prepared.

Because they also felt nervous.

The corners of his mouth were still filled with laughter at Nidhogg's thoughtless suddenness, thinking that he would be shot into a sieve by a hail of arrows.

But, no, not only that.

In just a blink of an eye, Nidhogg was less than 20 meters away from them.

Throwing axes, javelins, spears——

The moment they threw, Nidhogg lowered his body.

The magic power explodes, and the legs are like springs, with the flow of magic power.

He held his shield in front of him, his body showing a diagonal line.

Sprint!

Sprint!

The air was torn apart, and because of its strong force, it even formed an obvious white wind pressure.

If speed is the ultimate gallop, then coupled with extraordinary strength, it is steel.

The two powers were mixed together, and this strike was like a comet-like flash with flowing light.

boom!

The gun array at the front was collided head-on.

Being knocked away?

No, it was like being exploded by a cannonball, before the roar.

They were smashed.

The relatively tough flesh and blood faced the impact of absolute speed and power.

Like a balloon filled with blood.

The flesh and blood shattered and turned into a rain of blood all over the sky. At the moment when the body was shattered into pieces, it received a powerful impact, and the remains of the human body shot out to the left and right sides.

Nidhogg charged at a gallop.

No need to scruple, no need to ignore.

For real heroes, mortals are no tougher than a piece of paper as long as they show a little bit of power.

Wherever Nidhogg went, he was like a broken bamboo and destroyed everything.

He forcibly cut a bloody road through the dense crowd.

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Those on the path of charge exploded in a direct physical sense, and the enemies on both sides were torn apart by the storm.

Nidhogg is moving at lightning speed, and there are limits to human reaction.

They couldn't move or think, they didn't even know what was going on.

The smell of blood becomes heavier and heavier, the dry land under your feet becomes muddy, and the blood is entangled under your feet, leaving a bloody footprint every time you take a step forward.

Nidhogg finally stopped.

He turned back and looked at the bloody road, showing some pleasure.

Instinctively holding the hilt of the sword, he set up the twisted knight's shield, as if he was about to step onto the stage, his movements were meticulous.

He was clearly at the center of the enemy formation, but he seemed to be surrounding them, showing a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.

"Come on, let's fight."

——I’m so high

22: Because I hate Anglo-Saxons

After a brief pause, the Saxons plucked up their courage and finally attacked Nidhogg.

In all directions, densely packed.

It was like a black tide trying to drown out the only light.

——Very good, a one-sided slaughter. Such a battle is incomplete and boring.

Even if the strength is weak, as long as you have the courage, use your life as a bet, and attack the enemy, there is a possibility of victory.

Even if that's one in [-], one in a million.

However, once you choose to turn your back on the enemy, the probability of winning becomes absolutely zero.

The hymn of humanity is a hymn to courage.

Miracles exist.

Although there are so many inner dramas, it is because the brain is trembling and the thinking is crazy like a zombie.

The pikemen rushed to the front, and he had just landed on his feet.

Nidhogg also took one step, and this step brought him close to the spearman as if he was teleporting.

His expression was concealed by the steel helmet, but his eyes were shrinking violently.

The spearman is also a well-known warrior in the tribe, and a member of the tribe leader's personal guard. Among other things, he has successfully killed two knights who are not among the top knights in a sneak attack just by relying on his fast and accurate thrusts.

He is deeply confident in his own strength, especially in his thrusting skills that he has practiced hard since he was a child.

His brain was still in shock, but his body was already instinctively sending out refined thrusts, drawing straight lines in the air.

Even if the attack fails, it still buys time for the pikemen.

As long as it lasts for a few seconds, the other guards will attack Nidhogg from behind.

At least in the long military career of the spearman, no matter how dangerous the situation is, he has survived until now by virtue of his excellent reaction and the siege with large numbers of people.

This experience, this common sense.

That is his truth.

But his truth is no longer valid today.

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As if foretelling, the twisted shield relied on its smooth surface to block the edge of the gun blade without much force - due to the length of the spear, once it was thrust out, the attack became difficult to control, so it was downplayed. Swinging open, revealing the defenseless inner circle.

The cold current of death enveloped the pikemen.

He instinctively gave up the spear and reached out to pull out the dagger at his waist.

It's just that the long sword broke through the air, with a metallic cold light like autumn water, leaving a trace in the air.

That was the last scene of his life.

Headless corpses flew out, blocking the road ahead.

At the same time, footsteps came from the left and right sides behind.

The figure is swift and agile, using the toes as the fulcrum to turn around beautifully like a snake.

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The axeman on the left did not expect that Nidhogg could be as flexible and agile as an acrobat, so he could only temporarily raise the axe.

However, before he could swing the weapon, his power disappeared first.

A line of blood bloomed from his neck, and the axeman instinctively covered the wound with his hand, trying to survive a little longer.

Finally, the swordsman on the right arrived at the scene.

With the spear and ax buying him time, he roared and attacked Nidhogg with all his strength.

clang!

The attack was naturally blocked by the shield.

The two personal guards sacrificed their lives to gain a glimmer of possibility for him, which was to allow the swordsman to swing his sword and then be blocked by the shield.

The swordsman's face showed despair. He was also a swordsman.

His attack was too deep and long, and he was already in a state of being unable to defend. If it were an ordinary enemy, as long as he tried to dodge, the most he would get would be another wound on his body.

But his opponent is no ordinary person.

Nidhogg did not disappoint.

The long sword stained with spears and axemen pierced his heart.

"Monster thing~"

Nidhogg moved his wrist, crushed his heart, and drew his sword.