"Huh? Not bad. Is it the instinct of the body that transcends the thinking and judgment of the brain to make the most reasonable dodge action? ”

Nuo Lan, who originally thought that the other party would be seriously injured and dying if he was not dead, looked at Arthur, who was falling and rolling in embarrassment in front of him, and dodged most of the attacks at the cost of minor injuries, showing a touch of appreciation.

"You're good. I'm giving you a chance to surrender to me now. I can acknowledge your dominance in your kingdom, all you have to do is submit to me. I will lead you to defeat all the nations and win this contract battle. ”

"Heh, is your goal to conquer the world?"

Nuo Lan was keenly aware of Arthur's disapproval, and he looked at the other party's resolute eyes with a look of doubt.

"And what are you fighting for? Isn't it about winning the war and conquering the world by force? ”

"I just want to protect my country, my people. I surrender to you and will not make them feel better, and only by defeating you all can we eliminate the war and return to the time of peace. ”

"Oh, naïve and boring ideas. Fighting for civilians? No, what a commander and a king really care about is the soldiers who follow him from birth to death, the people who bow behind their backs and support them. And not those commoners who don't care who the ruler is replaced with. The walking dead who don't care about themselves and go with the flow aren't worth it. ”

"No, you're wrong. You don't know how much war hurts them. Generals and nobles can surrender after defeat and join the new ruler. Even if they break their careers, they can still spend the rest of their lives comfortably. But those civilians who have experienced war, do you know what happened to them? Countless died of starvation, freezing, and exhaustion.

They are the cornerstone of the country, without whom would we have the food to wage a protracted war? Where would we get the clothes to wear without them? Without them, where would we have the soldiers who suffered the heaviest casualties in the war? With generals alone, you can win wars and capture cities. But can you keep the city running with them? Rely on them to work? A city without civilians would only become a dead city. ”

"It seems that our philosophies are not compatible. It's impossible to coexist anymore. ”

Talking about this, Nolan, who thought that he had an absolute advantage and wanted to try to subdue Arthur, finally gave up his previous idea. He slowly pointed the long knife in his hand at Arthur.

And Arthur, who was happy to ease the frozen state of his body through chatting, also lowered his center of gravity when he saw this, preparing for an attack that might come at any time. Blood gushed out from two frozen wounds on his abdomen like a stream, converging down his thighs and reaching his feet, softening the frozen ground.

There was a sound of a drop of blood dripping into a pool of blood, and at the same time, Nolan suddenly attacked.

There was another dense crash like striking iron.

As time passed, Arthur, who was already struggling to resist under the influence of the wound, became more and more dangerous because of the stiffness of his body at low temperatures.

Kneeling on one knee and gritting his teeth, he raised his two-handed sword horizontally in front of him, resisting Nolan's condescending Arthur, noticing the tip of his toe that was heading straight for the wound in his abdomen. He hurriedly dodged to the side. However, the stiff body deformed his movements at this time.

Arthur watched as the attack landed on his chest, kicking him out of center of gravity and falling backwards, but there was nothing he could do.

"Snort~~~~"

With a large number of sparks flying around, the sound of two-handed swords and long knives rubbing sounded. I saw that the long knife in Nuolan's hand rotated from the slashing position to the inside. With a flick of Nolan's struggle, the two-handed sword in Arthur's hand suddenly flew out of his hand, and its roots were far into the depths of the ground.

"You're defeated."

Just as Nolan was about to step forward to deliver the final blow to the enemy who had lost his weapon, he was suddenly stopped by a warning from the white dragon Grefens in the distance.

Out of trust in his subordinates, Nuo Lan didn't care about Arthur, who was getting up and retreating, and hurriedly put on a posture to respond to the attack at any time.

Out of the corner of her eye, Nolan scanned her surroundings to see where the danger the White Dragon Griffins said was coming from, and slowly retreated.

Suddenly, he noticed a black shadow on the ground that was getting bigger and bigger, and hurriedly looked up. I saw a pitch-black object in the sky that I couldn't see clearly, and it was close in the blink of an eye.

When he saw that the black shadow like a meteor that carried the violent sound of breaking the wind was the person who was enveloping the black flame, his face showed a look of horror. Seeing the long black knife in the figure in his hand coming straight above his head, he hurriedly raised his knife to block.

Originally, he envisioned that there were many ways to defuse this attack. For example, use dexterity to pull the opponent's fall to the side, and wait for the opponent to fall in front of you to give the opponent a fatal attack.

But when the long knife in his hand really came into contact with that fire blade, he didn't underestimate the other party until he underestimated the other party.

Under an incomparable force, the long knife in Nuolan's hand rattled. The sound of blades colliding made him even more dazzled. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and his knees were sinking deep into the ground, and there was a crisp sound from the pressure of the great force.

But Nolan knew that she couldn't relax, so she could only persevere. If that attack is allowed to fall, there is a good chance that he will be split in half by the opponent.

There was an overwhelming sound all over his body, and Nuo Lan's body sank deeper and deeper, and even the whole person was sunk into the ground.

The surrounding frozen earth and rocks softened under the heat carried by the black shadow, and flew in all directions under the massive impact. A huge dirt pit gradually formed in the stalemate between the two.

"Click, click."

The huge force of the fall gradually decreased, and Nuo Lan, who was numb all over, changed his face greatly after hearing the sound of cracks, and hurriedly looked up. I saw a continuous sound of laughter coming from the intersection of the two knives, and there were already cracks on the pitch-black fire blade above.

With a crisp sound like a heavenly sound, Nuo Lan saw the pitch-black fire blade shatter into pieces, and finally dissipate into black smoke. And at the same time, he felt lighter.

But before he could be happy for too long, he saw the man in armor and trench coat spin and roll around in mid-air, and then kicked him in the chest.

"Boom."

At a huge distance, Nuo Lan's eyes darkened, and her chest felt tight. With the sound of strong wind in his ears and the crunch in his chest, he took to the air and flew quickly towards the outside of the pit.

"Griffith~uh ahem."

Before she could make a call, Nolan was choked by the blood gushing from her throat, accompanied by a violent cough, and a large amount of blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

Grayface, who had been hovering with the red dragon Ralton in the air, heard the attack that fell on him and rushed down. After throwing the slump on the ground behind his back, he took off into the air and flew straight to the back of the Frost Lan Legion.

"They violated the sacred duel! Above! Kill them. ”

There was an angry roar from among the Frost Clans, and like the roar of a tsunami, they charged.

And in the deep pit smashed out of the ground, Zheng Ming twisted his sore and unbearable shoulders and jumped out from the bottom of the pit. He first looked at Arthur, who was surprised, and then at the crowd of people who kept coming in the distance.

He pulled out his sword buried deep in the ground and walked up to Arthur. With both hands forged and one knee on the ground, and the head buried in the arms, he made the most formal knightly salute.

"I've kept you waiting! King. ”

On the other side, Britney, who jumped from the back of a red dragon that had lowered its height, saw exactly this scene.

Looking at the picture in front of me of a person in white armor bathed in the sun and shining, a person in black armor kneeling on one knee in front of him. Britney's pupils dilate and contract slightly, and an inexplicably strange feeling flowed through her heart.

(End of chapter)