In the howling wind, Wren was also gasping for air.

The consumption of soul power by the battle music entering the fourth cycle is too great, unlike the undead scourge that invaded Wezeland, he can replenish his power by absorbing his soul, and this battle consumes all his soul power.

And every moment he has to resist the cutting of countless wind blades, repair the small scars on his body, and open any door hundreds of times, flashes and lightning flashes even more, after a hammer blows off Malke's head, Wren's power has dropped to less than two percent, and the soul power pool has almost been emptied.

It was the toughest battle he'd ever experienced, and Marke's strength was almost invincible under the Holy Soul, and the pressure it brought was unmatched.

The hurricane gradually subsided.

Wren looked at the hammer in his hand, it looked almost identical to a replica of the Hammer of Lightning, but only he knew that it was the real thing.

A real Mjolnir!

He didn't fully use the power of Thor's hammer, and the multiple lightning spells that came with it, including the "Thunderball" that can be triggered when hitting the target, as well as abilities such as the Void Shuttle and the Flying Hammer, as well as the most powerful "Thor's Fury", were not used, which could reveal its secrets.

With the terrifying weight of Mjolnir and the instantaneous weight change, Marker has already been defeated.

Each mirror image of the war hammer smashed on Mark's body seemed to be ordinary, but in fact, at the moment of hit, the weight of the war hammer skyrocketed dozens of times, reaching tens of thousands of pounds!

Wren's own last hammer weighed more than 100,000 pounds!

After the instantaneous five-fold explosion of the "Destruction Critical Attack", the power was concentrated in one point, and no matter how strong Mark's defense was, it couldn't withstand such terrible damage.

Wren's mood was a little complicated.

I was amazed by the power and incomparable power of Thor's hammer, and I was deeply impressed by the absurdity of this duel that seemed to have a predetermined fate.

Thor's full name is "Thor's Fury, the cursed hammer of the Skullcrusher".

Its successive owners are either kings or emperors, all of them are famous, and there are many more kings who have died under the hammer, including many dwarven supreme kings, human princes, kings, tribal chiefs, alien rulers, the most famous of which is a demigod-level elf Phoenix King.

Now, another king has been added to the list.

The first time Wren used Thor's hammer to kill an enemy, he killed a king, and also smashed the opponent's head, worthy of the name "Skull Crusher".

As for the curse on the warhammer, he did not notice it and did not feel the slightest discomfort.

As the hurricane subsided, the obscured vision returned.

The roar of the battle had stopped, and the Dragonborn army and the guards on the walls saw a figure in the wind, only one still standing, with a blinding blood-colored cloak behind his back.

"Wren won!"

"He really beat Marc and got the win!"

Emily and the others were ecstatic in their hearts, the legends of the Dragonborn were unbelievable, their eyesight was far beyond ordinary people, and they could barely see the battle in the wind, but they couldn't be sure yet. Now seeing that only Wren is standing, it is clear that Wren has won this duel!

This also means that Marc must abdicate within ten days, and the Dragonborn will regain his position as King of Congatro!

Emily heard her heart pounding, unable to describe her mood at this moment, the Rowagen, Astan, Din Raj and the Scaly Blood Guards around her, everyone showed irrepressible excitement and excitement on their faces, years of planning and hard work, finally realized today.

In contrast to them were the guards on the city walls, one by one lost their souls, their eyes full of panic and consternation.

"It can't ......"

"How could His Majesty lose to him?"

The reactions of the two sides were worlds apart, one side was excited as if he had ascended to heaven, and the other side was shocked like falling into the abyss, not even wanting to believe what he had seen.

But that's not the end of it.

When the last gust of wind completely cleared, everyone could see the situation on the field.

Wren stood with his hammer in hand, his armor torn apart, revealing his scarred chest, his cloak and trousers remaining, and his boots were torn off.

The tall Marker fell to the ground, reduced to a headless corpse.

"Marc is dead!"

Even Emilys, who had the most confidence in Wren, did not expect this result, he thought that Wren would win the duel, but he did not dare to imagine that Wren would kill Marke.

Duke Fisher, Prince Morth and others were also in an uproar, Huo Ran got up and stared at Marke's corpse, his eyes almost popping out. They had all fought against Marke, and they knew how terrible Marc's strength was, but they didn't expect to die at the hands of Wren after only half a day.

"How did he do it?" muttered Dylan Lauberdier.

"No!"

A desperate cry sounded, Duke Brandon, who had not spoken a word after being captured, could not accept this result, and he was seriously injured and struggled desperately, involving the injury, and immediately coughed up blood, his face was distorted, and he almost lost his mind.

Not far away, another captive, Coster Dans, remained silent, but his hands were trembling slightly.

There was a fierce mutiny on the walls of Kingsland.

Wren had quietly changed back to the Hammer of Thunder and Lightning, looking at Mark's corpse, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and immediately became vigilant, and the Eye of the Soul saw that Mark's soul was still in the body, and he did not immediately break away.

He's seen this phenomenon a lot, and Marc hasn't died completely!

The wounds on the headless corpse were unrepaired and broken, with only a bit of flesh and skin left on his left shoulder, a broken right leg, and a large hole in his chest that a fist could pass through, and it was located in the heart, and it was impossible for Marc to come back to life.

The reason why he didn't die immediately was just that Marke's vitality was extremely tenacious, after all, he was a transcendent person close to the Holy Rank, and he just returned to the light.

A breeze sprouted from Marker's neck, struggling to form a head.

But his head has completely exploded, there is no substance, the "endless spring breeze" cannot be created out of nothing, the breeze surrounds the soul, at most it can only condense an empty head, and the soul is also in an extremely weak state, and there is no threat.

Wren raised his hammer and was about to send Marc on his way.

"Wait. ”

Marke's voice rang out, hoarse and low, as if coming from a distant wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment like a candle in the wind.

The Soul Eye saw no hostility in Marke's soul, so Wren stopped the Warhammer.

Mark's corpse staggered to its feet.

His head grew out again, and the wounds on his body were translucent and translucent, and the expression on his face was vivid, and at first glance it looked like a living person.

The Dragonborn army in the distance and the guards on the walls fell silent.

Everyone's eyes widened, thinking that Marc had come back from the dead, only to lose the duel, and not to die because of it. The guards cheered, but Emilys looked anxious, not understanding why Wren was merciful and didn't take action to kill the biggest enemy.

She was about to go up and do it herself, but was persuaded by Duke Fischer and Valogen and others.

"Your Majesty, please don't be impulsive. ”

"If you meddle in the duel, according to the rules, Your Excellency the Speaker loses. ”

Wren's voice of all things heard their conversation and didn't pay attention to it, the soul eye saw very clearly, Mark's "corpse" was at the cost of his own soul, not to mention fighting back, as long as it took a few more minutes, he would die again.

Now Marc is just an empty shell, and any transcendent can kill him.

"Thank you. Mark's chest was heaving and straining, but his face was relaxed, as if he had been relieved.

Wren nodded, but he didn't understand the other party's intentions.

Marc is the Chosen One of Gross, and there is a great possibility that Grosh is watching here, ready to lead him into his kingdom. The more minute his soul is delayed in the mortal world, the more serious the damage will be, and the more divine power Grosch needs to reshape his body, which will affect his position in the kingdom of God.

"What do you have to say?" Wren asked.

Marc didn't answer, his eyes fell on Wren's warhammer, his eyes filled with infinite wonder and yearning. His expression made Wren's heart tighten, obviously, the other party had already guessed.

"You just used Thor's hammer, right?" Mark's voice was faint.

Wren pursed his lips as acquiescence.

"Hey......" Marc smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's the most powerful legendary weapon in the world, stronger than my Raging Hammer, and I lost after all." It would be an honor to die under Thor's hammer and be a member of the Skull Crusher. ”

"You're the first one I've killed. Wren said lightly.

"Certainly not the last. Marker shrugged.

Rumble......

At this time, there was a loud bang in Kingsland City, and Wren looked at it from a distance, it was the explosion of spell clashes, located near the Red Dragon Fort in the center of the city. The two Speaker of Wezelan infiltrated the city to destroy the Red Dragon Formation, could something have happened?

Marc turned his head and glanced at it casually, and found that Rayne's face was a little wrong, and suddenly said, "You don't have to go in." ”

Wren stared at him, not understanding what he meant.

"I never thought about burning Kingsland. Mark's face smirked, "That's just lying to you and the Dragonborn." Later you will send people into the city to find out, and no one knows about this plan, because it does not exist. ”

The Soul Eye showed that he was not lying.

Wren then knew that he and Emilys and the others were being teased, and the explosion from the city should be the two speakers and the two legendary wizards of unknown origin fighting.

It has to be said that Mark's letter is very deceptive, and he only gives an hour to accept the challenge of the duel, and it is too late to confirm whether what the letter says is true or false.

He gambled that Emilys and himself would not dare to risk the lives of millions of people.

And he was forced to agree to a duel.

If Marc wins and kills himself, he has a chance to turn the tables, and with his strength he is very sure, but he didn't expect to capsize in the gutter.

"It's a pity......"

Marc shook his head regretfully, "My plan is very good, and the execution is perfect, the only thing that misses your strength is missing." Actually, I'm going to abdicate whether I win or lose the duel, I just want you to return Duke Brandon, who is my best friend. ”

"Even if I lose, there is a ten-day buffer that gives those who have followed me time to retreat, and I will leave Congartro and never come back. ”

"But I didn't expect to die at your hands......"

Mark's voice was low, his body getting weaker and weaker, the breeze in his wound slowing down, and his head becoming transparent, as if it would disappear with the wind at any moment.

"Are you willing to give up the throne?" Wren was surprised and couldn't help but ask.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Marc coughed a few times, his face changed uncertainly, and he seemed to be a little unable to hold on. He could only sit down, his eyes flashed with memories of the past, and sighed: "I never wanted to be a king, my biggest dream when I was young was to be a chic mercenary, have a few more women, and sleep with women of different races, but the heavy responsibility of the family fell on my shoulders and pushed me forward." ”

"If it weren't for the madman of Siria, who burned too many of my clan friends, I wouldn't have rebelled, he brought it on himself. ”

"Walter Dances and his daughter have done all these shady things, do you think I don't know?"

Marc snorted dismissively, "I just don't care. ”

"The campaign against the Danse family is just to teach them a lesson, don't go too far, and by the way, swindle a sum of money from them to replenish the treasury. ”

"More than once I wanted to give up the throne, take my Spirit Stag and Hammer, take a ship to the New World to be a wandering mercenary, fight and adventure all day long, hunt demons, and sleep in a tavern with a woman in my arms at night, that's the life I want, I don't know how beautiful it is!"

"If I win this duel and rescue Bolo, when you withdraw your troops, I will immediately dismiss my noble lords and let them flee for their lives. ”

"And I went to the New World on my own, to realize my dream back then, and to look for opportunities to advance to the Holy Rank. ”

"It's a pity that I don't have a chance......"

Mark's face was full of regret and regret, and he looked to the east at Dragon's Tooth Bay, which was the direction of the boat departing for the New World.

Wren was a little surprised that Marc was such a person.

After his soul enters the kingdom of God, he will become a priest under the throne of Grosh, and he will rarely have the opportunity to leave the kingdom of God, and he will never be able to move around like a mortal. For a person who has been a king for decades and is accustomed to being on high spirits, it may take a long time to adjust to life in the kingdom of God.

But none of this has anything to do with me.

Wren looked at Mark, whose body was becoming more and more transparent, and the other party wanted to cheat the corpse at the expense of his soul, not just to say such nonsense.

"What is your purpose?"

"I want to make a deal with you. A hint of love flashed in Mark's eyes, "I have a lot of illegitimate children, most of them are adults, and they don't know who I am, so maybe it's safer for them." But there is one that I can't rest assured and hope to entrust to you. ”

"Why do you think I'll say yes?" Wren almost thought he had misheard, the other party wanted to entrust his illegitimate child to his murderer.

"Because you're from Wezeland. ”

Marc smiled confidently, "Don't you want to know where those two legendary wizards came from? ”

Wren was silent for a few seconds, "Okay." ”

Mark, who seemed to have known that Wren would agree, whispered a few words, and finally glanced at the world nostalgically, and let out a long sigh.

A cold wind blew, and Mark's body turned into a breeze and vanished.