Earl Hunter of the Red Boar's round boar eyes were almost about to spew angry flames at the approaching Walker, and after a moment of panic, the fighting pictures of the strong and weak enemies of Rong Ma for half his life appeared in his mind one by one-

In Greenster's time, Segal I was the one who raised troops in Untel, and he was still a bandit in Angel Mountain, and he responded to Segal I with fifty or sixty green forests.

Even in the face of the army besieged by the loser King Dowton, he was not afraid. As a petty officer, he held the sword of the Red Boar in his hand, and led his fellow men from the Angel Mountains who were also green forests to fight into the chaos and save Segal I.

In that dangerous raid, he and his men braved the rain of arrows and his men to attack the makeshift Fort of Entre outside the city, reversing the suppression of Entre launched by the last king of Grinster.

In countless wars, blood paved his way to the earl, life and death were like a cloud of smoke, until that day, he followed the long-lived Segal I into the palace of the royal city of Parma, and in a corner of the palace he was the first to find the loser King Dowton, who was kneeling and begging for his life.

The shattered picture made him can't help but pull out the crimson sword that he has not left for decades, and his face has become calm again, although he is now fat, but his original height and erect red hair make him look more and more burly.

Walker noticed something strange in the eyes of Count Hunter of the Red Boar, and he stopped. There was a deep murderous intent in the eyes of the Count Red Boar, who had untied the cloak behind him, and was dressed in a shiny Misri Mithril plate armor with his fiery red hair and crimson sword, like the return of Prince Lotat in Walker's eyes—but the two did not fight on their mounts.

"The little scholar who has not dried up, are you ready to attack? Your dad is waiting to give you a ride. "Count Hunter Untelschneider of the Red Boar lunges and draws his sword, and the sword of the Red Boar shines like a red flame burning with black coal.

"Red boar, your blind confidence doesn't know where you come from. Is it out of the back garden? Walker stood still, leaning sideways to press his sword in front of his waist, the frost sword condensed with seeping ice mist, and the faint breath of frost enveloped his body.

"Wow!" After a roar of rage, Hunter, the Earl of Entle, took the lead in striking with his sword, like an angry red boar, displaying its sharp red fangs.

The Red Boar's rush blew a fierce wind towards Walker, and Walker did not choose to block with his sword, but retreated and dodged.

"It's very flexible!" Count Entre really shook his head like a wild boar, and after the stab failed, he shook his 'wild boar teeth', and the powerful blow of the red boar's sword slashed towards the backward and dodging figure, "Don't even think about dodging!" ”

Walker was too late to block, so he had to pull out the scabbard to block temporarily, only to hear a crisp sound, Walker's scabbard was slashed into two pieces, and a huge pain suddenly hit his heart, the sword of the red boar slashed the leg armor ring of the heraldic chain mail, and a stream of blood spurted out of his thigh, and the palm holding the broken scabbard was also numb by a blow, as if the finger bones were broken.

The Earl of the Red Boar did not give up the attack, and immediately began to chase the seconds after the slash had already achieved initial results, which was an even more dangerous slash, "Little scholar, we have to say goodbye!" ”

"Really?" Walker didn't care about the sword wound on his thigh, but threw away the broken scabbard and held the handle of the Frost Sword with both hands, and with a quick reaction, he used the back of the Frost Sword to slam the back of the sword split by the Red Boar Sword in a fleeting moment, and with strong force, he jumped out of the reach of the Red Boar Earl's sword, and then covered the sword wound on the thigh, gasping for breath, and the blood on his thigh slowly flowed out from his fingers.

"Protect the Lord!" More than a dozen elite warriors behind Earl Walker rushed towards Earl Red Boar, and Wayne stepped forward to support Earl Walker.

Count Hunter of the Red Boar with an astonishing momentum, in the face of more than a dozen elite warriors of the attacking Yafen, his angry round eyes did not blink, the sword of the Red Boar was like the fangs of a fierce boar in his hands, each of his sword strikes was a successful hunt, and the dozen or so elite of Yafen who surrounded Count Hunter of the Red Boar could not enter the body of the Earl of the Red Boar at all, they were killed by the stab of the sword of the Red Boar one by one, and the Count of the Red Boar stepped on the small pool formed by the blood, and the blood in the small pool was quickly coagulated.

It was the last powerful swing of the Red Boar, and the two skulls rolled to Walker and Wayne's side, and the headless body of the elite soldier of Yafen spewed out a half-foot-high blood mist from the neck, and fell to the ground in convulsions.

"Haha, your little minions really don't fight, I used a few tricks - I didn't expect these fragile little bastards to go and meet their dear Arcana, it's really boring." The voice of the Earl of the Red Boar was like thunder, which shook the two vassals and courtiers who stood by and watched, and Hunter, the Earl of the Red Boar, turned to Dyer of Lindisfark and Chloe of Gaeld, and scolded, "Are you two going to continue to turn your backs on me and let me do you myself?" Or are you going to leave a way for your little life to live, and use your own practical actions to admit your mistakes just now, and prove your pathetic loyalty? ”

"Your Excellency, what we just did was wrong." Dale and Chloe stroked Count Red Boar to their chests with one hand, and then babbled at Walker and Wayne holding him with their weapons.

"Bang!" There was a deafening muffled sound, and Dale's head suddenly shattered with white flowers, and a bloody hole had been blasted in front of his forehead. Dyer fell in response.

"Who?!" Chloe was so startled by the loud noise that he almost dropped his sword, and he looked to the place where the sound came from, a bald one-eyed dragon on a horse holding a hand cannon in one hand, and the other hand was filling the black iron pipe with black gunpowder from the muzzle of the hand cannon.

"Don't you see the coat of arms on our crest? Of course we are the people of Kakhand. Arnault, the bald one-eyed dragon, pouted.

"Walker! Walker Easttham! the·earl·is·there！ A familiar voice reached Walker's ears, and it was the reforged sword of Easttim that was dancing with the firelight.

Familiar with the sound of the sound, a vague shadow flew over.

"I wanted to convince you to run away, but forget it, it seems that you don't have much of a chance." Before the bald one-eyed dragon could finish speaking, an orange-bearded dwarf wearing a taran helmet had already come to Chloe's flank, waved his thick right arm, and threw a vague shadow that was a spinning cross hammer, which made a whirring wind sound in the air, only to hear a muffled thud, the tip of the cross hammer smashed Chloe's head, "aha!accurate·throwing!by·the·king's·nephew—royal·noki!"

"Ranger Rogge, I was almost a step too late." The bald one-eyed dragon saluted Earl Walker, who had regained his feet.

"Timing enough, Hand Cannon One-Eyed Dragon!" Count Walker's face was a little pale from the injury, "And Cullosius and the dwarfs. ”

“your·excellency!wish·u·well!” The orange-bearded man in the taran helmet touched his shoulder, which was a kind of battlefield salute, "maybe, he·is·the·red·wild·boer!interesting·battlefield·hunting·will·begin!"

"Hehe, one, two, three, four, five. It seems that everyone has arrived. I'll just get you all at once. Especially the low rock, the appearance and beard really make people look uncomfortable at all. Count Red Boar sneered, he just hooked his little finger at Count Walker, "Come on! Let's go together! Yafen knights, what a knight's spirit! I'm sick for you. I swear I'll kill you as I did a dozen Yafen cubs. There is no mercy! ”

"It's unfair to treat the poor at the end of the road. It's a fight to the death between you and me. "Earl Walker waved at Wayne, Curosius, Arno, Loki," Coulosius, Wayne. Diefend's traitor Horton must be preparing to flee back to Diefend's Fortress, Arno, and I need to get Kurosius and Wayne to use your horses to chase down the fleeing traitor. Also, Arno and our Dwarven King's nephew, Loki, must continue to purge the Entles who are still resisting. This is a duel between me and the red boar, so please don't interfere. ”

The four of them had no choice but to nod and follow the order. Colossius and Wayne mounted their horses and galloped toward Fort Difender.

"Well, the milky little scholar of Yafen, a dog abandoned by Segal II! You will regret your reckless actions. My Mithril plate armor is invulnerable. The Red Boar Count tapped his own thick Mithril plate armor.

"Remember that the Prince of Lotate, whom you call your father-in-law, said to me the same as you are shouting now." Walker's gaze was like a torch. "You must remember what Arcana taught us that no man or thing is eternal."

"Really? Then you will die before me for eternity! The Count of the Red Boar drew his sword with another lunge, and the sword of the Red Boar suddenly began to stab forward with all its might.

"Damn it's you, not me! The same trick can only happen to be made with the Crusaders who have just practiced using the sword! Walker did not retreat this time, but took the initiative to attack, the sword of frost was like a wandering silver snake, he aimed at the heart of Count Hunter of the red boar and plunged the sword straight over, Count Hunter of the red boar saw the sword of frost menacing, and struggled to dodge sideways while retracting the sword. In the blink of an eye, his thick arm slammed into Walker's sword-wielding right wrist. The Red Boar's sword slashed diagonally, and Walker knelt on one knee with agility, the blade of the crimson sword slashing across his head, shaving off a strand of brown hair.

Walker dodged the fatal blow that Hunter gave him, and Walker's right hand deftly dropped the sword, and his left hand caught it. The Red Boar Count once again slammed his sword at Walker's head, and Walker quickly raised his sword to block, and a frost-condensed crack suddenly appeared on the Red Boar's sword.

"Footstone, I swear I'll make your brain bloom with a gorgeous flower." The round face of the Red Boar Count widened with rage, and the bruises flared. The arm holding the sword trembled with exertion.

Walker didn't answer, he felt the tremendous brute force of the Count of the Red Boar, and the Red Boar's sword was only a hair's length away from his Heavenly Spirit Cover. He seemed to feel the crimson blade, and trembled with all his might, and finally resisted the onslaught of the Red Boar Count.

"Ah, the power is strong, red boar! But I saw your fat head and big ears stupid appearance, which really added a belly of anger to my flat ground!! Walker erupted in a shout.

At that moment, a white shadow swooped towards the red boar, mingle with the clanging of armor parts.

"Ouch!" Red Boar screamed, and he let go of Walker's tightly clenched hand and grabbed the head that was biting his fat ass.

"White Wave!" Walker finally saw the sudden white shadow.

The red boar grabbed Bai Bo's head with one hand. Trying to screw off the head of Bai Bo who was biting his ass. Bai Bo seemed to be whining in pain, but its mouth did not let go, and it still clung to the ass of the Red Boar Count.

A nameless anger suddenly welled up in Earl Walker's chest, he remembered the shame of the Battle of Entle, he remembered the soldiers he had died in battle, he remembered the difficult days and nights of the year, he remembered the abandonment of Segal II like garbage, and the good boy Bai Bo who struggled in his eyes. He slammed the blade of the sword almost against his head, and the Count of the Red Boar staggered to the side in surprise.

Taking advantage of the stumbling of Count Red Boar, he jumped up from the ground, his hands against the hilt of his sword, and jumped at Count Red Boar.

In the eyes of the Earl of the Red Boar, Walker was a black shadow rising into the air, he gave up tearing off the snowhound that bit his ass, he turned his face in surprise, and passively raised the sword of the red boar with both hands to block, only to hear a "clang" sound, the blade of the Red Boar sword cracked, and Hunter's face was only left with endless horror - all he saw at the last moment was Walker's shimmering blade piercing through his Mithril plate armor, and the blade also penetrated deep into his body. His eyes widened, and he grasped the blade of Walker's Icy Frost Sword, his hand froze suddenly, his world gradually blurred, and after a while, his hands drooped, but there was still a crystal liquid that was not blood between his legs.

Earl Walker pulled the Frost Sword from his fat body, like the return of Sidrion, the ancient god of war of the Trians.