Twenty Sided Dice

?Standing on the ground paved with yellow sand and being watched by 10,000 pairs of eyes turned out to be this feeling. Siegel took off his cloak and threw it aside. Naturally, someone would pick it up for him. Stardust tapped lightly on the side of her thigh, as if anxious to unsheath to show herself.

The patrolling air element received the order and stopped the surrounding wind. There was only one flag flying around the racetrack, and that was the black nine-clawed squid flag. Under the command of Heim's leading guards, the knights who were preparing for the next match led their horses and retreated to the side, unable to approach the center of the duel arena. Although they didn't know what was going on in the stands, the news spread throughout the arena during the chat.

After a burst of hustle and bustle, there was only one voice in the venue. Ten thousand throats shouted: "Heimland! Heimland!" Cheer on Siegel. Shaking fists and hoarse cheers swept the earth like a storm, and surrounded Siegel like waves. It was as if he had returned to the warm ocean in summer, and the feeling of the waves like the palm of his hand made him comfortable, comfortable and familiar. He opened his arms and turned around in a circle, as if to embrace all the cheers in his arms. Siegel felt that he no longer needed to participate in the swordsmanship competition, which was enough to make him reminisce for a lifetime.

Witt Griffin does not have the ability to use any door, he can only squeeze out the crowd and come down from the vicinity of the rostrum. It is inevitable that there will be bumps and bumps in this, and the people next to him will hinder his progress intentionally or unintentionally. Even though he staggered, no hand reached out to help. The Griffin family provoked the squid family twice in public, which has caused everyone's dissatisfaction.

He finally jumped to the sand, slipping his feet and taking a step forward. A burst of boos came, and then infected the entire venue. Werther hurriedly put on his helmet and put down his mask to hide his blushing expression.

Siegel lowered his arms. He pulled out the star dust, held a sword flower by his side, and put the sword in front of him. Salute in accordance with the etiquette of ordinary knights. Without waiting for Griffin to draw his weapon in return, he lowered the point of his sword and said, "Come on. Let's settle this matter as quickly as possible."

Werther Griffin completed the salute first, then placed his long sword in front of him and approached Siegel in a defensive posture. He mobilized his muscles to maintain his balance, paying careful attention to Siegel's tiniest movements. It's a very safe strategy, and in the past, Siegel would have watched with interest and applauded his moves.

But he was thinking of something else right now: the rhythm of the battle, enough for the goblin to pull out a dynamite gun. More than 20 holes were opened in him.

The era of swords is over, now let's enjoy the last beauty of the evening. Siegel took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and charged at Griffin with his sword in hand. The long sword collided with the long sword, and the battle was announced with a clang. It only took two seconds for the two long swords to collide with each other six times. It seems that no one is ready to retain their strength.

Witt Griffin is a good guy in swordsmanship, with a balanced attack and defense, and he's patient enough to never get ahead of himself. Minimize the chance of making mistakes. Siegel also adopts a steady and steady strategy, using footwork to adjust the center of gravity, and his shoulders are like a boat on the waves. Rhythmically ups and downs in order to save your physical strength.

The first is the ceremonial swordsmanship of the knight, but it has been accelerated by at least twice the speed, more stern and less graceful. Then there is the common castle swordsmanship in the Starry Kingdom, which uses the movement of the whole body to drive the movement of the blade, and does not stick to standing at a fixed location to attack.

This set of sword skills Siegel is very proficient. This is the first set of martial arts he has systematically learned, and it has long been deeply engraved in his bones. Siegel blocked every attack from his opponent. Always maintain your own advantages and take the initiative to master the rhythm of the battlefield. Where did Werther's aggressiveness go just now? How does it become a time-delayed play after dozens of rounds?

"Siegel will win," Janet said. "Everyone knows. Griffin is no match for him at all."

"Unless Lord Lord has other plans." Mana frowned: "It seems Lord Lord is a little absent-minded, is there something bothering him?"

"No." Janet shook her head: "He's been living a regular life recently, and he's in a good mood. Except for the Griffin family, no one has troubled him." Her brows suddenly wrinkled , put his hand on his stomach. She thought of what Pastor Reid had said, but it should be a secret. Did Reid tell Siegel?

The body was not hers, causing many problems. After Janet returned to Heimland, she always wanted to add a few more children to the family, but she was unable to conceive. Golem Red said it was caused by an old wound from the past, and it may have something to do with the potion used by the Temple of Murder to train assassins. Although there is no possibility of cure, the recovery period needs to be calculated in years. Janet has been worried about this, and plans to tell him after the tournament is over.

Or did Erdu leak the news? Compared to Rhett, Modrons have bigger mouths.

"Heimland! Heimland!" The tsunami-like shout dragged her thoughts back to the field. Werther's left shoulder was bleeding profusely, and he stepped back to avoid Siegel's blade. Lord Heim stood on the sand in a tidy manner, three blood beads dripped from the tip of Stardust's sword, and then it was as clean as ever.

"Are you going to use your castle sword skills until you are finally defeated?" Siegel said next words, which made Witt Griffin incomprehensible. "If this is my last performance as a swordsman, at least I have to have the ability to give my best!"

Werther gritted his teeth, stuck his long sword on the ground, tore off his sleeve, and tied the wound on his shoulder indiscriminately. During the duel, there is a chance to rest, to change weapons or to deal with wounds. Siegel just waited for him, as quiet as a sculpture. However, under his robe, a weak current is massaging the muscles, keeping the body in the best condition.

Griffin did not pick up the long sword again, but took out a long spear. The gun body is extended by docking, and finally has a length of more than two meters. This should be a weapon used on the back of a griffin, and only the Griffin family knows how to use it - only griffins are provided to the Starry Kingdom, but there has never been a griffin knight.

Find ways to increase the range of the threat and eliminate the enemy before he can pose a threat. The goblin's muskets are also designed in the same way, and they undoubtedly go further than the knights on the Thunderwall continent. Maybe decades later, everyone will mention guns again. It's the kind of thing that shoots projectiles out of dynamite, not the metal prongs on a long pole.

The challenger roared and rushed up. The point of the gun was aimed at Siegel's chest. The gun body swayed up and down as he stepped on the ground. The tip of the gun circled in the air, threatening the throat and crotch up and down. This is a very threatening method, especially when cast on the back of a Griffin. The griffin itself has sharp claws and a beak like a sharp knife. It dives faster than the air element, and coupled with the swaying tip of the spear, it is indeed difficult to defend.

But relying on human legs, how can it compare to the speed of a griffin? Not to mention there are no claws and beaks here. Siegel flicked to the right, then turned to the left. But use the genie step and then go back to the right at a faster speed. At the same time, the direction of his shoulders and navel was still pointing to the left, a strange posture that Werther didn't know how to deal with.

The rhythm of the spear's shaking is all in Siegel's grasp, and there is a good way to deal with this kind of weapon dwarf combat skills. He easily avoided the tip of the gun and sped up to Werther. The young knight of the Griffin family only saw a flower in front of his eyes, and he received a heavy blow on his helmet.

The sunken visor protected the bridge of his nose, but also blocked his view. As he moved to the side and back, he reached out and raised his visor. Siegel used the strength of his sword and his knees to break the point where the spear was attached. He grabbed the end of the gun that was going to throw it at Griffin. When he raised his hand, he changed his mind and threw it to the ground far away.

"It's time for you to surrender." Siegel said solemnly: "Young man, there are not many opportunities."

His voice was clear and bright. It spread throughout the arena—of course, it was based on the power of magic. For a time, the venue was full of shouts of "surrender! Surrender!". With a smile on his face, Siegel drove Werther Griffin to a dead end. Now the choice before the challenger is very clear, either surrender immediately, or there is only a dead end.

If he waited a while before calling out surrender, it would be too late, and Siegel could just kill him without reproach. There is no weapon in his hand, and the long sword just inserted on the ground is closer to the opponent. If he draws a dagger from him - that's one thing knights always do on the battlefield, but in a duel it's an act without honor and grace. It's no different from assassination. Siegel doesn't have to stick to pure martial arts and swordsmanship, his magic power is enough to kill his opponent thousands of times.

Werther looked at the broken spear in his hand. Throw it on the ground. Then, he stood up straight. Take off his helmet. The griffin-headed helmet rolled on the ground, covered in sand.

"I have an unkind request," Werther said. "I still have the strength to fight, and I want to use the long sword again. You are a noble lord, please allow me, a backward knight, to show my martial arts for the last time!"

The audience who shouted "surrender!" saw this scene and suddenly divided into two factions. Some booed and laughed at Werther Griffin's ignorance; others shouted slogans like "Long live the lord! The lord is the strongest!", apparently wanting Siegel to show chivalry and allow Werther to hold the The long sword ~www.novelmt.com~ preserves his honor until he dies.

Siegel raised his hand, and the shouting stopped quickly, all wanting to hear what Siegel had to say. The Lord of Heim and the Earl of Myr City said slowly but unquestionably: "I have an advantage now, but I have no reason to treat you favorably and take care of you because of this. I only give you one chance to surrender, which is to participate in The last favor and kindness of the two sides of the duel. The next thing is only your own choice."

Siegel's mind was still thinking about the decline of the old knight class. When faced with muskets and dynamite, how much the knights resembled Werther, who had lost his sword! They took out the skills of housekeeping, but they were still no match for the strength of their opponents. The martial arts on the back of the griffin face the swordsmanship that combines the essence of humans, elves, and dwarves—the inherent disadvantage is too great! What will he do now, surrender and start over with the shame of defeat, or make a final charge in vain hope?

Werther Griffin charged towards his longsword.

Siegel slit the knight's throat.

He wasn't happy about the victory at all. (To be continued.)

ps: Happy birthday to me. .