"The Corbenson Territory is currently in a precarious situation. In order to maintain the tranquility of the entire territory, we must have a lord who can take on everything. Master Griezmann, I think you are not suitable yet, please give up.
The inheritance rights of the title will give us a truly suitable lord." As he spoke, Kevin's smile did not break.
"Should I just surrender?" There was a sarcastic smile on Geer's lips, and there was a trace of regret in his eyes.
Kevin frowned. Geer's reaction was beyond his expectation. He couldn't figure out why Geer didn't react like panic or fear. But after looking at the five strong warriors in front of him, he
Suddenly he felt that his worries a moment ago were too ridiculous, and showed his signature smile again: "It would be best if the young master could understand the righteousness."
"Understanding the righteousness? Haha!" Geer laughed sarcastically.
Clang!
The scabbard of the straight knife was shaken directly to the ground. The sound of friction between the blade and the scabbard and the impact of the scabbard and the floor echoed in the bedroom.
"Kevin, I've always wondered if you had any other expression besides smiling..."
"The environment model has been retrieved, and the simulated kill trajectory model has been established..."
laugh!
The straight knife trembled lightly, and the silver light spread outward like ripples on the lake, like a dream. In this gorgeous brilliance, Geer's figure suddenly disappeared.
Ah! Ahem!!
Geer appeared at his original position again, shaking off a drop of blood rolling on the blade with an indifferent expression.
The two warriors at the front collapsed to the ground. One was wailing and trying to stuff the internal organs that had fallen to the ground back into his stomach that had been split in half. The other was holding the remaining half of his neck that was connected to his head.
, I wanted to speak, but all that came out in the end was a heart-shaking cough and a mouth full of blood foam.
The disgusting smell of blood filled the entire bedroom. The two people who were doomed to be saved slowly fell to the ground and struggled, without even a chance to launch an attack.
"Kevin, you look down on me so much. You just brought these soldiers who are not even knights to come to me." Geer squinted his eyes and expanded his nostrils, seeming to enjoy the smell: "Boring, just sheep. But
There is no need for betrayers to live in this world."
Ever since he learned of Baron Andre's death on the train and started on his way back to Winterset Keep, Gale has been in a state of depression, but now he has regained the feeling of a lion walking among sheep.
, he could extinguish a fire of life with just a pat of his hand. The feeling of transcending mortals made him intoxicated.
Kevin's smile stiffened, like a clown with poor makeup, and cold sweat slowly seeped out from his forehead, vest, armpits, etc.
Kevin also practiced martial arts when he was young, but he was only an elite soldier. Now that he is older, he has regressed even more. But this does not mean that he has no eyesight. He has also seen the few knights in the territory and how they get along with each other.
It has been decades, but no one is as terrifying as Geer. Just after Geer's ghostly movements, those elite soldiers were killed without even reacting, just like killing a chicken easily... This is already
Far beyond a level, not just a knight, but probably close to a great knight.
"Go...go...kill him!" Kevin's voice was trembling, but he knew what he should do. When the remaining three soldiers subconsciously listened to the order and stepped forward to stop Geer, he immediately backed up.
Then he exited the room, turned around and ran away.
"I didn't expect... I didn't expect that Geer was so strong! What to do? What to do next? What to do with the next plan... No matter what he does! Run! If you run out of Winterset Castle first, you can survive. Only by surviving can you survive.
Hope...gold mine, by the way, I will spread the news, so Nagel won't have time to trouble me..."
Kevin's mind was in confusion, but his body instinctively flew forward, and his movements were vigorous and not like an old man at all. After a moment of concentration, Kevin suddenly felt that he was full of vitality, and inspired by the hope of survival, he had the potential of life.
Everything seemed to explode, like returning to the golden age.
Suddenly, Kevin felt that his body became lighter and faster, and the hope of escaping to heaven was right in front of him. But then his eyes suddenly dropped, and his body kept moving, and he fell straight down.
On the ground.
Kevin raised his head and tried to struggle, but he found something running past his ears. When he looked carefully, he saw that they were two legs. They were very familiar, but he couldn't remember them for the moment. When he looked up, there was nothing there? There was nothing above the waist!
Those are my legs!
Kevin was stunned for a moment and immediately realized what the problem was. Then he turned his head and looked behind him. Sure enough, only half of his body fell to the ground, and miscellaneous things were scattered all over the floor.
ah!!!
Kevin let out a shrill scream, grabbed the floor and crawled forward to his legs. At this time, he had completely fallen into the chaos caused by extreme fear, and he just instinctively wanted to find the missing part of himself.
When Carlos followed the screams and came to find him, what he saw was the tragic scene in front of him - the legs without any part above the waist quickly crossed his side, and the half of his body below the ground was dragged on the floor with a heavy weight.
The blood stains relentlessly pursued those two legs.
This scene made even Carlos, a soldier who had seen a lot of blood, shudder.
Then, he quickly pulled out the cross sword and pointed it at the dark place ahead where the light could not reach.
Bah, bah, bah...
The crisp sound of footsteps came, and Geer's body slowly walked out of the shadows, as if like a demon breaking free from hell. The strong smell of blood that came with him could even make ordinary people suffocate.
"Ger?" Carlos was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the trash in his eyes would have such a terrifying aura when they met again. This is a smell that only a warrior who has struggled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood can have. Such a person
Carlos had only seen it once, and it was a monster that no one dared to approach.
"It's me, uncle." As he moved forward, Geer's face was finally exposed to the light. His face was very clean, with a gentle smile.
As Geer got closer, Carlos instinctively felt that it was becoming more and more dangerous, and his body naturally made corresponding sword postures to cope with the ubiquitous pressure.
"Uncle, are you here to kill me?" He said these cruel words, but Geer's expression remained calm, like a pure and ordinary boy, but from his ice-like eyes, one could see the extremely strong murderous intent.
"It just so happens that I also want to kill you, uncle."
The words fall, charge forward, chop and chop.
The blade shining with the color of a dream whizzed towards me. The murderous intent on the blade became heavier with each advance, and the dream-like luster also began to shatter.
At the moment when the murderous aura reaches its peak, all the luster is shattered, as if a black hole is formed, and even the soul will be sucked in.
Carlos, who has rich experience, knew that this was just the pressure exerted on his eyes by the strong wind pressure brought by the blade. Without any panic, he stabbed out the sword steadily, without any speed or slowness, just on the path that the blade must pass through.
.
clang!
Where the swords collided, a spark flickered and extinguished. Geer let out a muffled groan, and his body was knocked sideways and hit the wall diagonally, making a dull impact sound.
Carlos couldn't help but take two steps back to remove the impact, and lost the opportunity to pursue.
"Grandpa's sword skills?! Interesting."
Geer licked his dry lips, and his eyes showed excitement: "Grandpa will only have one heir. It depends on whether you are qualified, uncle!"
He pounced again, this time it was no longer a direct and powerful slash, the straight knife stabbed Carlos's chest accurately like a poisonous snake.
But what was still replaced was the sound of swords colliding with metal. Carlos snorted coldly and fended off Geer's attack again. At the same time, he turned around and launched a sharp counterattack towards Geer.
Geer returned his sword to block Carlos's sword, jumped back and took a big step, closing the distance again.
This time, Carlos was no longer prepared to defend passively. He took this opportunity to rush forward and start the next round of offensive to seize the opportunity.
Carlos's sword skills are very similar to the sword skills performed by Baron Andre in Gerzen's recent fantasy. He is as calm as a mountain. Every sword he uses is without any fancy. One sword is just one sword, but his grasp of space has become more and more mature.
Yu Perfect took advantage of the corridor environment to the extreme, forcing Geer to be unable to escape and had to block every attack head-on.
"Very good swordsmanship, but you are not grandpa..."
Every movement of Carlos perfectly imitates Baron Andre's movements, but the pressure he can put on Geer is far less than that of Baron Andre. If Baron Andre is the sea, then Carlos is at best a
It's just a lake. It looks spectacular when the wind blows, but compared with the sea, it's just a small pond with occasional waves.
Geer calmly deflected each sword, his eyes began to sparkle with excitement, and under the light of the trembling oil lamp, they emitted a strange golden-red light.
The more Carlos fought, the more frustrated he became. Although he kept suppressing the half-grown boy in front of him, he did not feel that he had the upper hand. The opponent was like a poisonous snake coiled up and ready to attack. His forbearance, viciousness, and madness were all kneaded into a
In his body, he could be given a fatal blow at any time.
Just when Carlos' offensive was weakening and entering the adjustment period, Geer roared and forcibly opened Carlos' cross sword, turning his defense into an attack.
Geer didn't hold anything back this time, and his offensive was like a violent storm, pressing on Carlos wave after wave, no longer considering his own safety, exchanging injuries for injuries, and trading lives for lives!
crazy!
tyrannical!
That kind of unscrupulous offensive was like a toppling mountain, weighing heavily on Carlos. There was no way to escape. If he slowed down for just a moment, he would be completely torn apart.
After trying to fight back twice, which resulted in two minor wounds on Geer's body, and a knife mark on Carlos' chest that almost disemboweled him, Carlos did not dare to fight again.
Attack rashly and start to defend cautiously.
Sweat slid down Carlos' somewhat rough skin. Looking at the blood-spattered boy with a peaceful smile in front of him, this veteran with a strong will who had been on the frontier for a long time began to tremble a little.
"You're crazy!" After another time when Geer exchanged injuries for injuries without any worries, there was a hint of panic in the voice of this man known for his perseverance.
Sheathing the knife and retreating, Geer didn't even look at the wounds on his body. Countless fine lines formed another world in his field of vision. Carlos's various information had been collected in the previous battles, forming the most complete picture in front of him.
The perfect model was marked with deadly red dots, which were eye-catching. At the same time, various data streams were fed into Geer's brain, which were various simulated battle plans for Carlos.
Geer's originally purple pupils became more intense.
"If these are your last words." Geer's mouth curved.