Section 277: The Choice of Warriors (Page 1/1)

Count Gülen looked around in horror, and the eyes of the people who were usually oppressed by his own power were filled with a frightening fervor, as if they couldn't wait to see him disembowel.

"Beloved, you must not back down at this time, or your count's authority will be shaken." At this time, the Countess wrapped herself in her fur, and she whispered in the ear of the Count of Gülen.

"But I~~." The Earl of Gülen was mad at his wife's words, he had long passed the age of the peak of the warrior, and the long days of holding power had also corroded his body, and the belly full of fat intestines filled with mead made him know the difference between himself and Woolf.

"Rest assured, God the Father is on your side, and you are the Father's chosen ruler." The Countess smiled at her husband, and she reached out to clasp Count Gülen, whose face froze.

"I accept the duel." Count Gülen clenched his fists, and courage seemed to return to him, and the warrior, who had left his tribe at a young age and ventured north until he had hunted a great beast, stood facing Woolf.

"Good." Woolf looked at the Earl of Gülen in front of him, and instead of feeling frightened, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to see Gülen in his memory.

The duels of the northern warriors were sacred, and they believed that victory was not only the skill and wisdom of the battle, but also the favor of the gods, and the side favored by the gods was just.

"In this circle, you can fight freely, and whoever is defeated or out of the circle first will be considered the loser." A northerner in the role of adjudicator, who drew a circle on the ground with the sword in his hand large enough for three people, announced to Earl Gülen and Woolf.

After the proclamation, the adjudicator inserted his sword, spear, axe, and shield between the two, and the Count of Gülen took off his great hat, and in this duel ring all people were equal, and there was no ruler and no ruled, and they had to fight a life-and-death contest in the witness of the Father, and the honor of being a warrior was blocked.

"We've finally come this far again." Earl Gülen stared at Woolf in front of him, and for a moment they seemed to be back to their childhood, two bare-headed, shirtless children beating each other in the snow, and a stout northern warrior encouraging them with a happy face.

"When I was a kid, I didn't beat you once." Woolf sighed, he looked at the pampered Earl Gülen in front of him, he was the one who was crushed under him every time he fought as a child, but now he was much stronger than Earl Gülen, thanks to the exile life.

"Yes, so you're destined never to sit in my seat." Earl Gülen's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly rushed forward, drawing his shield and axe from the ground, and Woolf also rushed forward and drew his sword from the ground.

"Scandium~." There was a crisp thud, and the sword and axe clashed together, and Earl Gülen was fast, but Woolf didn't have to give in.

Two warriors who had known each other since childhood, fought fiercely in the duel circle, the two roared and slashed at each other with swords and axes, Count Gülen skillfully resisted with a round shield, and the battle axe in his hand took the opportunity to slash at Woolf's left leg from diagonally down, but Woolf saw through the other party's plan, he jumped up, and slashed at Earl Gülen's shield with both swords, and the huge impact made Count Gülen stumble.

"Wow." The crowd exclaimed that if Count Gülen was knocked out of the duel circle, he would also be judged a defeat, but Count Gülen held his body steady with his left leg.

"Lord Earl, it seems that the daily eating, drinking, and banquet have made you forget how to fight." Woolf picked up a sword flower with the sword in his hand, and he said condescendingly to Earl Gülen.

"Hmph, don't be complacent, Woolf, you haven't beaten me yet." Earl Gülen sneered, he got down on one knee and got back to his feet, but the hand holding the shield was trembling slightly, he didn't expect that Woolf, who he hadn't seen for years, had become such a formidable warrior, his agility, strength, and control of weapons had left him far behind.

The Countess put her hand on her chest, and she also saw that the Count was at a disadvantage, so she looked at Count Gülen with blazing eyes, and felt the gaze of his wife, and Count Gülen looked down at his hand, which held the shield, and there were several seed-like things.

"Roar~~." But for some reason, Earl Gülen only glanced at it and re-attacked Woolf, and when he rushed forward, Woolf was already ready to attack, and the blade of the sword pierced the clothes on the earl's arm, and blood spilled from the wound.

"Oooo The scarlet blood made everyone excited, they shouted wildly, the northerners believed that the blood of the warriors spilled in the battle had a certain divine power, and some women bent down and used their skirts to pluck the blood-sprinkled dirt into their skirts and picked them up.

"Ahh The Countess was nervous, too, and she could not understand why the Earl of Gülen did not use what he had given him, and if he did, it would not have been a problem to kill Woolf.

However, the battle between the two was still going on in the duel circle, but everyone could see that Count Gülen was no match for Woolf at all, his body was full of wounds cut by the blade of the sword, and the blood stained his clothes purple, and the panting Count Gülen had no intention of stopping.

"Enough Woolf, Count Gülen admit defeat, you've done your best." The White Knight looked at the scene in front of him, and he felt that it was not a duel, but a torture, but everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

In fact, in the eyes of people from the south like the White Knight, the warriors fought hard in battle, and if they could not win, choosing to surrender would not hinder the loss of honor. But in the eyes of the northerners, there is only one end to the battle, victory or death, no one will choose to surrender, God the Father hates cowards, and cowards cannot enter the temple.

"Whew, whew, whew." Count Gülen felt as if his throat was on fire, and the blood from the corners of his mouth flowed into his mouth with a hint of sweetness, and he lowered his shield and axe, which he could no longer lift because of the blood loss.

Woolf also had blood on his body, but it was not his, and he stared at Count Gülen in front of him, and then strode in front of Count Gülen.

"Are you ready?" Woolf said to Earl Gülen.

"Ugh." Count Gülen felt infinite chagrin in his heart, he regretted that he had lost his warrior instinct under the corruption of power, and this may be the punishment of God the Father!

"I'll take you to the temple, you're doing a good job." Woolf said with pity.

"Killed, you're the next earl, hehe, I really want to see how you are corrupted by power." Earl Gülen smiled reluctantly, and he looked up to Woolf with all his might.

"Puff~~." But Woolf did not answer him, he pointed the tip of his sword at the earl's heart, and slapped the tip of the hilt, and the sharp sword pierced the earl's heart, and blood poured out.

"Ah~~." The Countess covered her eyes and screamed, but was soon muffled by the cheers of the people.

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