This sword of rage was swift and brave, and seemed to completely overcome the paralyzing effect of the lightning spell. However, Hadava threw his shield violently, smashing the vice-captain and staggering. Bernardo understood, and the fireball smeared his face, burning his head to the ground.

"Kill the archers first!" Hadawa rushed forward, picking up his shield and holding it to his chest. In the next second, a sharp arrow bounced off the iron shield, and the sharp arrow cluster left a scratch on the shield.

More Stormcloaked soldiers rushed up, most of them surrounding Bernardo, as if trying to hinder him from using his magic; Several archers stayed at the far end to contain Hadawa, preventing the two from having a chance to connect.

A heavy axe struck with domineering force and slammed into the place where Bernardo had been standing. Bernardo quickly dodged and returned an ice pick that pierced the left eye of the attacker in front of him.

"There are only two of them! Kill that Imperialist first! The archers in the back judged that there was a clear difference in strength between the two and shouted loudly, and several of the chargers who heard the sound immediately took action, changed their destination, and attacked Hadawa.

Hadava's left hand slashed and was blocked. Another hammerman then rushed forward and pushed Hadava back. The two of them looked at each other, and together they rushed towards Hadawa. At this point, several archers pointed at Bernardo at the same time, aiming in front of him, behind him, and in the center, making it impossible for him to move at will.

Hadava roared angrily, and the long sword in his hand was fierce. But a hammer knocked his shield to the ground. In the face of two stormcloaked soldiers with hatred burning in their eyes and long weapons, they were really powerless, and they fell into disadvantage for a while.

The two light hammermen who then joined the battlefield made Hadava almost breathless, and he could only dodge attacks by relying on the occasional gap, occasionally stabbing a sword but weak, and the wide range of slashes was firmly controlled by the opponent and unable to play.

Suddenly, there was a stumbling step in the approach of a light hammer hand. Hadava was overjoyed, and when he said "opportunity", he dodged the attack of the hammer and stabbed a sword with his leg!

"Traitor to the Empire! You've been fooled! "A tremendous force suddenly came from Hadava's empty left hand! The hammer slammed into Hadava's wrist, and the scaly bracers exploded into dozens of pieces of various sizes, splattering in all directions. Hadawa's own left hand is also flesh and blood. Hadava fell to his knees with a cry of pain, and another hammerman strode forward, his weapon raised in the air, as if intending to smash the enemy in front of him into a mass of meat sauce.

I'm going to die?

Blood flowed from the corners of Hadawa's mouth, and images flashed through his heart. The gentle and kind Uncle Alvor, the stern and sensible Governor Ricky, the martial arts and alcoholic Captain Edith, and the daughter of Uncle Alvor who likes to cling to him......

I'm going to Songard first...... My comrades-in-arms are waiting for me.

Hadava closed his eyes in resignation.

However, the pain and death he had been waiting for did not come.

He opened his eyes and saw that there was no one around. The few soldiers who were still fighting with him just now were missing at this moment.

"That's it!" A frightened voice came out, and when he looked back sharply, the four of them had turned into three, and the less one was blackened and smelled of burning, and fell in front of him.

Look up at the other side again—

Most of the more than 20 soldiers of the two detachments stayed at the other side of the cave to release cold arrows or prepare for battle. But at this moment, they were all dead. Seven or eight archers, some of them had been impaled through the neck by an ice pick, some had half of their faces burned by the flames, and some had been scorched by lightning. And the soldiers who started the second round of charge, except for the two soldiers who rushed to his side to engage him, the rest of them fell in front of Bernardo.

At this moment, Bernardo is no longer as calm as before. There were blood marks and abrasions on his face, and his abdomen was slashed with a sword, leaving a wound more than ten centimeters long. His robes were tattered and dusty, mixed with what was essentially the blood of the enemy. He held a two-handed sword of a Stormcloaked Warrior in his hand—remarkable, such a heavy sword, coupled with his unsturdy appearance, could easily be lifted with one hand, Hadava reacted inwardly——, sword was full of gaps, stained with broken bones and flesh.

Although he is a little out of breath now, the mixture of this hellish scene and the shocking fact of "killing nearly 10 people with a snatched weapon" is amazing and shocking.

"Drink!" However, what the Nords love most is to fight, to challenge the impossible. They advocate struggle, they fight hard, laugh loudly at victory, face defeat calmly, and then greet the messenger of Songgard when they are dying—this is the credo of every Nord born and raised in the bitter cold land of Skyrim, male and female.

The enemy in front of him is not only a powerful magician, but also seems to have good swordsmanship. There is no doubt that this is an extremely rare, but powerful existence-Demon Swordsman!

However, the enemy, while strong, is not invincible. The fight just now caused him to suffer a certain amount of damage, and even more consumed a lot of his magic energy. Besides, he is acting with the lackeys of the Empire, gambling in the name of the Storm Cloak, and no one can pass through this place unless they all die in battle!

The three soldier survivors, who roared in rage, desperately raised their exhausted arms, lifted their heavy legs, and rushed towards the boy who seemed to kill the god.

There is no suspense. Lian Po is still able to eat, not to mention that the demon swordsman in front of him is only showing fatigue, but he is far from the end of the strong crossbow! A light diagonal blow bounced off the first person who rushed first, and before he could adjust his center of gravity, he fell with the momentum, tearing it open a huge wound from his cheek to his crotch; Turning lightly, he dodged the second man's slash, then sliced off his outstretched arm with a single sword, and then won the face to make up for a fire rune; Two successive blows from the front hit the war hammer in the last man's hand, dropped the giant sword that was already as dull as an iron plate, pulled out the dagger pinned to the waist of the corpse next to him, stabbed it into his jaw along the lines of his leather armor, and twisted it hard—

In less than a minute, the three Stormcloaked soldiers were all wiped out.

Hadawa was dumbfounded.

"That's what it is...... Demon Swordsman......" Hadava muttered to himself. He had only heard from the veterans of the army who had adventures before joining the army about how powerful and skilled the small group of magic swordsmen among the mercenaries were, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes. What's more, the young man in front of him was originally just a prisoner (fake), and he was so young.

At this moment, the two were only a few steps apart, looking at each other.

It's just that no one spoke.