Broad World

Madness! It's too arrogant!

All the people present had this idea in their minds at the same time.

You must know that although many dark elves have very arrogant and arrogant personalities, the arrogance shown by Henry is undoubtedly one of the very few. To fight a duel with a fork is no longer an ordinary provocation, it is simply a naked humiliation.

Lasaona was so angry that he was speechless, standing in the middle of the duel field and roaring angrily: "Ah!!!!!! I'm going to cut you into pieces!!!!!!!!! !!"

"Hehe! Dogs without strength usually bark more fiercely." Henry continued to taunt without mercy, while stepping into the duel arena.

His goal is simple, to attract all capable fighters in the shortest possible time, and then completely establish his reputation. As for how many people will be offended, it is not within the scope of consideration at all. Anyway, the city will definitely be destroyed in the end, and no one will be able to escape by then.

Seeing that the two were already standing in the field, the organizer Sandor immediately shouted: "Attention everyone! Now another duel is about to begin! The challenger is Nim, a wandering warrior from the dangerous wilderness. He He doesn't look like an adult yet, but his tone is astonishingly loud. He actually wants to use a fork to deal with a powerful dark elf warrior. I hope the ending won't be too miserable. Well, now I announce that the duel begins!" "La Saona! Come on! We want to see this kid get gutted!" A dark elf spectator shouted, shaking his fists.

"Yes! Pull out his intestines!"

"Let this guy's blood spill over the arena!"

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Henry turned a deaf ear to these clamors, and didn't even look back. Instead, he flicked the tip of the fork with his fingers, with a cynical smile on his face. He seemed confident, not at all worried that he would be a loser.

"Arrogant boy! Go to hell!" Lasaona finally couldn't bear it anymore. He rushed forward waving the giant sword in his hand. His anger had already consumed his last trace of rationality, and he didn't even notice the flash of a smile on the corner of his opponent's mouth.

The distance of a few meters flashed by, and the sharp blade went straight to the throat in less than a second. Just when everyone was waiting to see the blood splattered on the spot. Henry sneered and turned his body to get away from Jianfeng, and then kicked lightly with his left foot. Lasaou lost his balance in an instant, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground with a plop.

At this moment, the tavern quickly quieted down, and a needle could be heard clearly when it was quiet. Someone spilled the glass on the clothes without feeling it, and was completely stunned by the scene in front of him. "As I said, I don't even need a weapon if you're a fighter of your level. A dinner fork is enough." Henry clenched the fork in his hand as he spoke, and sternly slammed the sword hand Tie it down.

"AH!!!!!! Hands! My hands!!!"

With this scream, every audience present couldn't help shivering. I saw that the small fork that was originally used to fork food directly pierced Lasaona's right hand. As the saying goes, ten fingers connect to the heart, and the hand is a place where nerves are relatively dense. .

Henry ignored the opponent who was rolling on the ground because of the severe pain, but picked up the giant sword that fell on the ground with his toes, and took it in his hand.

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Greatsword: "Scorching Blade"

The sword's strengths are obvious: it's exceptionally accurate, and it emits flames with every strike. In addition to normal damage, it also deals fire damage. It is a weapon that can slay trolls, though it is not yet told of in poetry and legend.

Combat ability:

Each hit deals fire damage and burns the target. It has a great restraint effect on creatures that are afraid of high temperature, such as trolls and winter wolves

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After getting the detailed information of this sword, he immediately knew why Lasaona was able to achieve such a great reputation. In addition to benefiting from the sturdy armor, the role of this weapon is also very important.

As we all know, the dark elves are quite afraid of cold and high temperature, because they live underground and maintain a constant temperature between 15 and 20 degrees throughout the year, so they are completely unable to adapt to sudden cold and hot.

Just like normal people will subconsciously dodge when they see a red soldering iron flying over, the flames produced by this sword will also make the dark elves feel very uncomfortable. As long as there is not much difference in strength between the two sides, the person with the sword will definitely win.

But it's a pity. Henry is not a dark elf, and he has never been afraid of flames. When the burning sword blade swung over, he didn't even feel any tension or discomfort. With the current magic resistance on his body, even if he is burned by this little flame at most, it can only cause a little skin trauma, so there is no need to pay attention to it.

In just one second, the duel was decided. Lasaona's right hand has been disabled, and unless he can be healed by divine magic, he can't hold anything at all. What's more, he is already sweating profusely from pain, and the weapon he is famous for has also fallen into the hands of others.

quiet! There was no sound in the whole tavern, even the guys who shouted the loudest just now shut their mouths wisely. Everyone can see the huge gap between the strengths of the two on the field, especially the seemingly ordinary kick, which is really beneficial. Cut his throat mercilessly.

Of course, this also has something to do with Lasaona being dazzled by anger, otherwise, no matter how bad a fighter above level 15 is, he would never behave so badly.

But the dark elf society advocates that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. No matter how despicable the process is and how dirty the means are, as long as they win, they will never be blamed.

Henry is now clearly a winner, and he has defeated his opponent openly. Although a little trick to anger the enemy was used, in the eyes of the dark elves, this was a display of wisdom and should be praised rather than despised. Especially since he looks so young, as long as he doesn't offend Mistress and Queen Rose, his future will be limitless.

All were watching now, and it was important to observe how he handled his captives. After all, Lasaona is a direct male of the first family. At the same time, he is also a nobleman. If he is killed on the spot, it will definitely cause a series of consequences. Like the ensuing revenge.

You must know that the dark elves are not a race that keeps promises, unless you are very strong. Otherwise, they will be stabbed in the back at any time.

On the surface, the life-and-death duel seems to be a destiny for both parties to live and die, and neither party can use family power to retaliate. But in fact, there are too many small tricks that can be played, especially the top-ranking ruling families, who can transfer their enemies into the patrol team to perform the most dangerous tasks at any time, and then unfortunately die in a fierce battle.

Under the eyes of everyone, Henry was very calm. While admiring the giant sword in his hand, he said to Lasaona who was kneeling on the ground: "I will give you a chance now. A chance to live. You know we are A life-and-death duel, as long as I am willing, I can chop off your head at any time."

"Tell me, as long as I can do it, I will definitely not refuse." Lasaona answered very simply, gritted his teeth. Just like most dark elves, he has a very strong will to survive, and as long as there is still a glimmer of hope to survive, he will never give up.

"Very well, I like people who understand current affairs. Swear a poisonous oath to our goddess queen, just say that you will do your best to help me with one thing, otherwise the soul will suffer in her country." Henry raised his giant sword to rest on top of the opponent's head.

This is the most naked threat, just hear a no word. Then the sword in his hand will be cut straight down.

Every dark elf present understood the meaning of this action, and Lasaona was no exception. He suppressed the pain and shame, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "I swear in the name of Queen Rose. I will do my best to help Nim in the future, otherwise the soul of Chance will suffer in the kingdom of God. "

"Hahahahaha! Very good, now come and lick my boots clean, and then I can roll." Henry said with a big laugh. He looks very arrogant, humiliating his opponents without scruples, and does not seem to be afraid of revenge at all.

Holding back his anger, Lasaona knelt on the ground and licked off the dirt, blood and some unknown dirt on the boots with his tongue, then covered his face, and rushed out of the tavern without saying a word. He probably won't appear in public for a few years. For anyone, this is an experience of a lifetime. If not, it will also form a psychological shadow.

Henry, who won the victory, was not satisfied with it. He directly threw the trophy "Scorching Blade" on the table, grabbed two long knives and shouted at everyone in the tavern: "Trash! Didn't you have a lot of fun just now? Come on! I'm here to accept all A human challenge. Come one to kill one! Come two to kill one pair! If you have the courage to stand in. I will make this tavern bloody! Hahahahahaha!"

"Head! I think we should leave quickly. This guy is simply crazy. Once he dies, the dark elves will immediately vent their anger on us." A gray dwarf warrior reminded in a low voice.

"Wait a little longer... maybe a miracle will happen." Carrig said in a slightly trembling voice. He was shaking all over his body now, half of him was frightened, and the other half was angry.

It's not that the caravan leader didn't want to leave, but that he couldn't. Not to mention the private agreement reached between the two, the more than 40,000 gold coins he paid in advance after entering the city are already all his belongings. If he leaves, he may not even get a copper coin. Two choices.

As a saying goes, getting on a thief ship is easy, but getting off a thief ship is hard. At this moment, Carrig deeply regrets why he couldn't stand the temptation in the first place. If he had known that His Majesty the king on the surface was so troublesome, he would never have agreed. But it's too late to say anything now, the only thing I can do is to pray silently to the patron saint of the gray dwarves, "Radug", hoping that my investment will not be lost...