For the moment, let go of all the people who have been arguing about the sudden duel. As the protagonists of the duel, Lyon and mlose are making final confirmation of their equipment. The environment in the ruins of molten iron is so bad that there is no time to prepare a site for them to fight alone. Fortunately, both of them are experienced veterans. Even if there are some protruding wastes in the site, they can cope with them freely and turn them into their own advantages.
The blood lion sits in the northeast corner of the duel range surrounded by elves, and buckram binds his knight''s armour stomach, which is likely to be life and death in the duel. "I still don''t believe you agreed to him." The elf squire tidied up his armour stomach and muttered discontentedly. He knew how bad Lyon was. Otherwise, he would not have to confirm the knight''s armor. But for the squire''s worry, the blood lion just smiles, he points to the opponent in the southwest corner, "tell me about him, it''s necessary to understand the opponent."
"He? Mlose, the general who is now in the limelight, is respected by the Presbyterian Church and supported by soldiers, my uncle. " Bakm''s face showed a little complicated expression, and his tone showed that the young man did not respect his uncle as much as other elves. "I don''t like him. His heart is full of hatred. It did make him invincible, but it also made him blindly reject all creatures except elves. So you''d better not lose. I''m sure he won''t let you live. "
"Soldiers driven by hatred? That''s the trickiest type The blood lion shrugged, but his tone was relaxed.
Buckram didn''t like Lyon''s attitude. "Listen, my knight, you don''t know about elves. Although you may have killed a lot on the battlefield, you don''t know our culture and customs. Hatred has a different meaning for an elf than for a human being. If you really understand it, you won''t be as lax as you are now. "
"Indeed, I don''t know. But you can tell me now, isn''t it too late? " Said Lyon, looking at his retinue.
The young spirit sighed. When he followed the green wand, he was always asked by the elder to play around. When he finally got rid of the magic hand of Atwood, he found that the human Knight he followed was more worrying than the old elf. "Well, time is limited, and I''ll try to generalize. See the hammer in my uncle''s hand
Lyon''s eyes looked at his opponent. The weapon of MLOs was indeed a one handed edge hammer. The hammer head of this hammer presented irregular polygon, and a large number of iron pieces were wrapped on it, which made the whole hammer look very terrible. "Yes, I thought the weapons of Elves were full of beauty."
"Most of the time, we have time to work on our weapons. Except for the one in my uncle''s hand, which he called the seed of hatred. Many years ago, a group of rude dwarf bandits rushed into the forest. They cut down the ancient trees and killed the forest rangers who came to dissuade them, leaving our homeland with wounds that have not yet healed. My uncle killed them, and he tortured the dwarves one by one in a cruel way. Do you think hatred is over here? No, for the elves, revenge is only half done after the death of the enemy. Our hatred will continue to their relatives and even those who are similar to them. Uncle is like this, in order to prove his determination to revenge, he made his own hammer from the heart of the biggest ancient tree that died in the catastrophe, the thickest piece in the root. Then he melted the flesh and blood of the dwarf bandits with their weapons and armor. Firewood was the tree they had killed, and it was said that the fire in the furnace was as red as blood. When all those things melted into a pot, uncle put his hammer into it. Guess what? All those things were wrapped in his hammer, and that''s where his weapon, the seed of hatred, came from. No kidding, you don''t want to be treated like that. "
After listening to bakm''s explanation, Lyon closed his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds. His expression became serious. Just when the elf thought his knight finally realized the seriousness of the matter, the mouth of the blood lion rose again. "I see. I see. By the way, do you have anyone you hate now
The retinue tied the last knot, and he stood up and looked at Lyon, the man who introduced himself into the human world. "If you die, I''ll hate you. I don''t really understand it." "It sounds terrible. It seems that I''d better win this battle." The blood lion stood up and pulled out the knight''s sword. This is the best sword that liehammer found from all the soldiers. However, the weapon is full of blood and tears.
"You seem ready to die?" Noticing Lyon''s move, mlose also carried his hammer and went to the center of the field.
For the spirit general''s provocation, the blood lion just took a sword flower, he was familiar with his new weapon. "You know what? According to chivalry, no matter who my opponent is, I should salute and show respect before the duel begins. But for you, I won''t do it. I have great respect for what you have done to protect your people, but I can''t agree to allow hatred to be a part of your life. " Speaking of this, Lyon said with a smile, "I really am. What''s the right to say that? I didn''t lose myself and let those rats break through the line. But you''re in bad luck. This time, I can''t lose anything more Before the words fell, the sword tip of the knight''s sword had pointed to the opponent several steps away. The knight''s eyes became cold at the moment. If the fighting spirit and determination surged in his eyes, no one would have thought that this man had not had a rest for two days."Well, sharp teeth." Muros snorted coldly and took the hammer off his shoulder. The hammer head, full of barbs and broken pieces of iron, shuddered at the mere sight. "What''s the difference between your human nature and those mice? Greedy devour everything, reckless breeding, giving you any charity makes me sick
Lyon said nothing more. He stepped back and laid his sword across his chest, making a fighting posture. Seeing this, the general of the Spirit gave a scornful smile. He stood in his place and put the hammer head on the ground, holding the handle of the hammer with his right hand backhand. The battle is about to begin. The surrounding Elven soldiers, who served as the border, noticed this. They began to strike their armor or shield with short knives and make a neat sound, like drumbeats, announcing the beginning of the battle to determine the future of the adherents of molten iron city.
Andre, Carus, and other molten iron city residents, including the curse crow, were watching the battle begin from the high ruins. The dwarf''s expression was serious. He heard mlose''s words clearly, and the fire of anger was also burning in the chest of Archduke hammering. If he could, he even wanted to go down instead of Lyon and beat the spirit who did not know the height of heaven and earth into mud. But he can''t do it. The price of being a lord is that you can''t do it any more. The devil killer''s mouth is full of sarcasm. He knows the taste of hatred. Among all the people present, he can understand mlose best. But the breath in his body makes him understand that hatred is not the most important thing in the world.
As for Atwood, another representative of the elves, the old elves rode on their deer and watched the battle on the other side. However, barkm, who quits the battle, finds that his mentor doesn''t care about the duel at all. The green stick just drinks wine for himself. Just when the spirit wanted to remind the elder of the current situation, the fierce cheers came, and the duel officially began!
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