"Open the gates, open the gates!" Kevin saw that the horse was approaching, and hurriedly beckoned the soldiers under the city to open the city gate.

The horse slowed down, and ran into the city gate in a hurry, and the man who was dragged remained unmoved, and on his head was a sack of food. His body was covered with blood, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot.

"Hey, how are you?"

Kevin hurriedly descended from the wall and pushed away the soldiers surrounding the man, crouching down to rip the bag off the man's head.

"Oh my God!"

At the moment when the cloth bag was torn off, the air instantly seemed to freeze, and the surrounding soldiers couldn't bear to look at this scene and turned their heads away.

The poor fellow, his face was pale, there was not a trace of blood on his face, his eyes were wide and unenlightened, and he seemed to have been greatly frightened before he died. There is an extremely deep wound on his neck, and the blood is coagulated around the wound, he has been dead for a long time, and the most terrifying thing is that the **** that he was cut off alive is stuffed in his grown mouth.

"Oh? It seems that the Celtics have given you a clear answer, Kevin. "Alter now Kevin. Sein said faintly behind him.

Everyone present bowed their heads to mourn the unlucky messenger. Theon half-knelt beside the corpse, and without saying a word, he looked at the messenger's pale and bloodless face.

After a moment of silence, he slammed to his feet, with a fierce look on his face, snatched the two-handed axe from the hands of the soldiers beside him, and strode out of the gates of Ebolacom.

"In the end, you chose not to be able to hold your breath!" Alter stood in the doorway, looking at Kevin's back, and whispered.

This time, he had no entourage, and the soldiers behind him all raised their heads and watched him fade away, and no one followed.

The Celts on the opposite side stopped cheering, as they noticed the Saxon who had come out of the still open gate of the town. They spontaneously beckoned the soldiers behind them to stop shouting, and all of them stared at the Saxon who was getting closer and closer with a pair of eyes warily. The tall Celtic at the head of the man was even more concerned about this guy's every move.

"Come on!"

Annoyed, Kevin could no longer control the excitement in his heart, and he lifted the two-handed axe in his hand and pointed it at the tallest and strongest Celtic standing in front of him.

It's a challenge, it's a heads-up between the Warriors, and although the Celtics can't understand Kevin's language, they can tell from Kevin's actions what Kevin is trying to say.

As the Celtics' recognized warriors and the winner of yesterday's matchup, this tall guy is complacent with his opponent's embarrassment because of yesterday's performance, and thinks he is fully capable of repeating yesterday's glory again, and I don't know if such history can be repeated.

Facing this Celtic, Kevin. Sain did not have the slightest fear, on the contrary, he quickened his pace and trotted all the way to the front of the Celtics.

The Celtic restrained his smile, but the arrogance was not the slightest, replaced by a cold and fierce expression.

Yes, the killing began, and I saw this Celtic slowly put down the two-handed giant sword in his hand and hit the ground, this sword did not have a blade, and it did not need to be bladed. Such a terrifying huge iron sword was pressed against the ground, his hand pressed on the hilt, and his eyes were staring at Kevin, paying attention to his every move.

Kevin clenched his teeth, anger written all over his face, anger caused his eyes to turn red, he lifted his axe and held it with both hands, and stopped less than five meters away from the Celtic, who had a flash of contempt on his face, as if he had completely ignored this guy who was a little thin for him.

The Celtic picked up the greatsword from the ground and carried it on his shoulder, such a large piece of iron, so heavy, but with a single swing it knocked out Alter. Half of the teeth of the Bloodthirsty Axe, if it weren't for the thick helmet protection, maybe the glory of the Alter family would have fallen here.

At such a close distance, the Celtic did not show the slightest fluster, and beckoned behind him, only to see a thin young soldier running briskly with a bowl in his hand. In front of this Celtic, the bowl is raised.

Unhurriedly, the Celtic stretched out two fingers into the bowl, smeared a little blue paint, and smeared a slant on his face. The paint ran across the bridge of his nose, separating his left and right eyes, and the Celtic nodded at the young imp, who hurried back to the formation behind him with his bowl in hand.

Kevin was naturally angry and did not dare to be careless about such an opponent, the enemy was very strong, which he had to admit, but he was not weak, he confidently thought.

He lifted the tomahawk and slowly moved forward, and the Celts also began to fight, only to see the Celtic holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand and lifting the sword on his left forearm, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Kevin in front of him.

Kevin didn't care so much, and directly slashed at the axe in front of him. If this axe cuts down a person, it will be crippled if he does not die. But the Celtic was not flustered, and saw that his left hand moved back and led the blade of the sword, aiming at the axe and lifting it up.

"Dang!"

This shock made Kevin's arm feel numb, but the guy in front of him only shook his upper body slightly.

"Damn, how is that possible?"

Kevin secretly exclaimed in his heart, only to see that guy smile slightly, his left arm carrying the huge sword body and slamming upward, and suddenly Kevin's arm shook and he felt that he suddenly lost his strength and was bounced away with the axe in his hand.

Kevin took a few steps back, fortunately holding the ground with the handle of his axe, otherwise he would have fallen on his back.

Looking back, he saw that the Celtic had already swung the giant sword in his hand and pounced, he raised the unbladed giant sword in his hand and swept towards Kevin, Kevin saw that this was not good, hurriedly grabbed the belt on his body, and pulled the shield tied to his back with his left hand.

"Boom!"

Hearing a loud bang, Kevin felt like he had hit a galloping war horse, and the huge impact driven by the sword body made Kevin's whole body soar into the air, and he fell heavily to the ground and splashed a large amount of dust.

"Damn it! Damn it! ”

Kevin opened his mouth and cursed, the left half of his body was already numb with pain, he leaned on the right half of his body and struggled to get up, seeing that the shield in his hand had been recessed for the most part, and the plank inside had been completely broken.

"Looks like I've lost a chance to save my life!" Kevin said self-deprecatingly, standing up straight, trying to move his numb left hand until the sensation slowly dissipated. The shield was already vulnerable, and his back still affected his speed, so he had no choice but to take off the shield and throw it away, and shouted at the Celtic who was walking unhurriedly in front of him: "Come on, come on!" ”