"Britain's 'Boneless' Theowulf, you won't break your promise for this duel, will you?" In the midst of the confrontation between the two, Maurice. Welf said, staring at each other.

"That's natural, I'm going to keep my promise, and there's no one in England who doesn't know the name of my 'Boneless' in Theowulf." As he spoke, Theowulf's eyes sharpened, and he shouted, "Attention, Maurice. Welf. ”

With this shout, Theowulf was like a sharp sword, flashing with a faint cold light, and in just a moment, the sword quickly sprinted towards Maurice. Not far in front of Welf, he stabbed straight with his sword.

"Despicable fellow!" Morris. Welf's retinue Ian. Wright clenched his fists and cursed angrily.

"Don't disturb them, your master is not in danger, he will be fine." Igino. Delamack's broad palm patted Ian. Wright's shoulder, Wen Yan comforted.

Facing the menacing Serowulf, Morris. There was no fear or panic on Welf's face, he was still so calm and calm, I saw him turn sideways slightly, raise the skin shield he held in his left hand to protect his upper body, and raise the long sword in his right hand against the side of the shield to stab the opponent directly.

Bang... Stomp Tread...

Theowulf's longsword was taken by Maurice. Welf was lucky enough to block it, but he was still forced back a few steps by the tremendous force from the long sword, and only then did he stabilize his figure.

"That's a lot of strength, Theowulf." Morris was forced to retreat and fell behind, but there was no frustration on his face, but he laughed loudly and said.

"You're not bad either, Maurice. Welf, I'll admit you're a brave fighter, but it's a long way from beating me. Theowulf also said with a calm smile.

"Look, I'm going to beat you next. Drink! Theowulf sprinted with his sword raised, this time switching from stab to slash, in order to use his strong physique and arm strength to break through the opponent's shield defenses and crush the opponent with his great strength.

Morris. Not to be outdone, Welf held a shield in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand, his body was like a rainbow, and he sprinted towards Theowulf.

At this moment, in the arena, whether it is a low-level mercenary, a mercenary leader, or a noble officer, they are all very nervous, and their eyes are watching this wonderful duel, looking forward to who will win the final victory.

Two powerful samurai engage in a duel of real swords and swords, which is a rare event in Normandy for several years.

Because not long after William ruled Normandy, he found that the number of dead and wounded knights in jousting tournaments and dueling arenas was even more than the number of knights lost in the war, which was very unfavorable to William, so he decisively stopped all knights' assemblies in Normandy and forbade Normandy knights to duel privately.

Until now, only on a few major occasions, William will hold a large-scale jousting tournament, but even so, in order to reduce the unnecessary losses of the knights, William used a large number of wooden weapons, reducing the danger of the jousting tournament, making the jousting meeting just spectacle, and no longer have the feeling of blood boiling before.

Of course, William's rule was limited to the Normans and did not include people from other nations and nationalities. The duel between Welf and Theowulf was legitimate, and everyone could indulge their hilarious curiosity and watch the duel.

Bang...

The sound of the impact was heard again, and Theowulf's longsword was slashed into Maurice's skin shield by him, and the force was so great that the longsword in his hand slashed directly into the shield.

However, Theowulf was also the last of the crossbow, because his long sword was stuck by Morris's shield, and he was late for a while, and he was immediately caught by Morris, and the long sword that had already been ready to be launched from the side of the shield stabbed into Serowulf's heart like a snake spitting out a letter.

Maurice's long sword was as fast as lightning, and it was about to stab the opponent in the blink of an eye, but it was a pity that Theowulf threw out a round shield with his left hand, knocking the dangerous long sword off, and narrowly survived the crisis.

It turned out that Theowulf had already sensed the unfavorable situation he was in, and immediately made a decision, let go of the long sword in his hand, and threw a round shield in his left hand at Maurice's long sword, and in an instant, a round shield came out of his hand, knocking Maurice's long sword away.

Morris. Welf's fatal blow was easily defused by Theowulf, but he was not annoyed, holding a long sword in his right hand and pointing at the other party, and said in a loud voice: "Theowulf, you have lost the only weapon in your hand. Throw in the towel! Theowulf, you can join me on this great expedition, and I am sure that we will have no regrets. ”

"Hahahaha..."Theowulf looked up and laughed as he looked at Maurice. Welf said: "Who said I don't have weapons in my hands, look behind me, they are all my siblings, and their weapons are my weapons."

Give me a two-handed axe, my brother. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a long-handled two-handed tomahawk was thrown behind him.

Syllable... Buzz...

"Hahahaha..." Seowulf snapped and grabbed the long-handled battle axe, holding and waving it with both hands, making a buzzing wind sound.

"Despicable fellow, damn it, Lord Iginor, we must organize him." Ian. Wright gritted his teeth.

"Wait, Ian. Wright, let your master defeat Theowulf with dignity, and only then will he be able to convince Theowulf and the English warriors behind him. Igino stretched out his arm to block Ian. Wright's face, persuaded.

"This..."Ian. Wright looked hesitant, looked at Morris who was in a battle posture on the field, and prayed in his heart: "Master, you must win." ”

"Drink, !!" Theowulf was the first to attack, only to see him shout, his hands in his hands held high, and he hurried forward, and then slashed at Maurice, intending to smash him.

Serowulf is menacing, Maurice. Knowing that he could not resist the heavy cuts of the prisoners with his thin wooden shield, Welf threw his shield at the opponent.

Bang... Bang dang...

Naturally, the prisoners of war of Theowulf smashed the shield that Maurice had thrown, and his long-handled two-handed battle axe cut a trail deep into the ground.

"Cowardly fellow, there's a kind of hard work on me." Theowulf defiantly.

"It's not over yet!" Saying that, Morris took advantage of the fact that the other party had not yet withdrawn his strength, and the long sword in his right hand was like a snake spitting out a letter, pointing directly at the opponent's neck.

Feeling the cold touch on his neck, the sharp blade and the long sword that shimmered with cold light, Seowulf didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that he would be accidentally cut in the throat by the other party, and it would really not be worth it.

Theowulf was brave and fearless, but that didn't mean he was a reckless man, so he surrendered very cleanly.