A certain street in the 6th arrondissement, it was late at night after 8 o'clock in the evening, and the houses on both sides of the street were small buildings of 2 or 3 floors, which blocked the moonlight and cast a large shadow, causing the street to be very dark, and Norman and the man who was quick to draw his sword were in the dark shadows.

"That man said to Han Xin, if you are not afraid of death, stab me with a sword, and if you are afraid of death, drill under my crotch......"

A story that Gawain had told flashed through Norman's mind.

Han Xin knew that he was no match for that person, so he chose to get under his crotch. At that time, the people around him were making fun of Han Xin, but Han Xin saved his life, and it was because he did not impulsively send him to death at that time, so Han Xin had the opportunity to become the Grand Duke later......"

This story of "humiliation under the crotch" is very appetizing to Norman, and he also thinks that only living is the most important thing, so just now when he saw that the man was about to draw his sword again, he subconsciously shouted "Good man spare". And because he was in such a hurry, he didn't even notice that what he shouted out was an ancient language, but fortunately the other party could understand it.

"it!"

"***!"

"I'm scared to death, I'm almost dead!"

"Nima's world is too dangerous!"

"Where's the idiot?!"

"Hurry up, what are you doing!"

"Police, where are the police, Someone is doing murder in the street!"

"Hurry up and find a way to solve this idiot! Lao Tzu still wants to continue watching the live broadcast!" ......

The audience in the live broadcast room is usually used to giggling, and they don't have too strong feelings about this Middle Ages except for being a little backward and having supernatural powers, and they don't seem to be very different from modern society, but it wasn't until this moment that they really realized that this was not a civilized modern society.

This is a different world that could lose your life at any time.

After the sound of "good man spare", neither of them spoke, the scene was very quiet, and Norman could hear even his own rapid breathing clearly.

Whew, whew, whew......

At the same time, Norman's eyes were fixed on the man without blinking: after adjusting to the dark light of the place, he vaguely saw the man's appearance.

It was a young man, in his early twenties at best, not thin, but nowhere near as muscular as Norman. He had a nice face, and his blond hair was dazzling in the dark, and he was looking at himself with interest, as if he did not expect Norman to shout such a thing.

Where did he seem to have seen this person?

Norman's mind raced, replaying his memories until he paused somewhere.

It's the woman who appeared in his dreams!

He remembered that the night he had seen the woman, several men had descended from heaven to protect her as she had gone, and one of them was him!

I don't know if it's because of Norman's "A good man spares his life", this guy who stabbed him with a sword without saying a word just now is not in a hurry to do it now.

He even put his sword back away, hanging by his side, its tip pointed at the ground.

Seeing that the danger was temporarily lifted, Norman breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "...... are you?" Before he could finish speaking, the whole person suddenly jumped up from the ground, and the muscles of his whole body tensed, like an arrow off the string rushing towards this young man!

Norman wanted to beg for mercy if he could, but he knew it was impossible when he saw the young man's eyes clearly.

He had seen this kind of look, and it was this kind of look before Lord Barton executed McGee with a smile in front of the whole village, and no matter how much McGee's relatives cried and pleaded, it could not shake Lord Barton's determination to execute McGee.

He will never forget this kind of look!

Only by knocking this person down, or even killing him, can he be safe, there is no second way, so he decisively chooses to attack.

Norman clenched his right hand into a fist and blasted the man's head with all his strength - he knew that his strength was naturally much greater than the average person, so he usually didn't dare to use all his strength even if he was fighting, but now that his life was in danger, he couldn't care about it.

Norman was fast, but the young man was faster.

Norman saw the young man raise his foot and kick directly towards his chest, the speed of this kick was so fast that even Norman's eyes could barely catch it, let alone react immediately, so he was kicked firmly in the chest, and the whole person flew backwards upside down, directly hitting the wall behind him, making a muffled "bang" sound, and then fell to the ground.

"Ahem, cough, cough ......"

Norman struggled to his feet from the ground, his expression twisted in pain.

The young man didn't look as strong as him, but his strength was incredibly great, and the kick on his chest made him feel that the bones in his chest were about to break, and he couldn't catch his breath all at once, and now he could breathe immediately, and every time he gasped, he still had a faint pain.

The young man looked at Norman, the original vigilance in his eyes gradually dissipated, but the sword in his hand did not let go, it still hung by his side.

Norman coughed and waved his hand at the young man, signaling that he would not do it again.

"I ......"

After breathing a little easier, Norman spoke again, but before he could finish speaking, the whole person suddenly rushed forward.

This time his target is not the other person's head, but the leg.

But the young man kicked him in the shoulder again, and kicked him back.

Then Norman went up again, was kicked back again, went back again, was kicked back again......

He was like a warrior who was not afraid of death, attacking this murderer who wanted his life again and again, but he was disintegrated again and again. And the young man was not in a hurry to kill him, but just kicked and kicked, chest, shoulders, thighs, waist, arms......

The young man was like a cat that had caught a mouse, and was not in a hurry to kill Norman, but played as much as he could.

Until Norman stood up for the last time.

The left side of the face is red and swollen, the right eye is blue, the flesh of the forehead is open and the blood is left down, the blood flows from the eyeballs, and the world is blood-red; down, the chest is strangely slightly sunken in, the right arm and hand bone has been broken, and it hangs weakly by his side; the leg bone of the left leg seems to be misaligned, and the slightest force will burrow into the bone marrow and hurt, so Norman can only put his weight on the right leg, and the whole person stands tilted; the kick on the stomach seems to tear his muscles, and when he stands upright, his heart is torn, and Norman can only hunch his body......

Tick, tick......

The blood on Norman's face dripped down his chin, and it was quiet in the dead street, echoed by the sound of his heavy, bellows-like breathing.

Although he stood, his whole body trembled, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

But he still tried to stand, and his left hand, which could still move, was clenched into a fist.

This may be his last chance.

Norman's heart was quiet as never before, and all who saw the blood-red world through his eyes fell silent.

They couldn't see the whole picture, but that didn't stop them from following Norman as they rushed towards the murderer again and again, and then kicked back again and again from various angles, until Norman's breathing grew heavier, until the blood on Norman's forehead stained the world red, until the world trembled before them.

Norman couldn't even stand on his feet.

"Don't go any further......"

Finally a mage spoke, muttering, advising Norman not to go any further.

"Surrender and beg for mercy......"

Someone else says so.

This group of people living in a peaceful world saw such a tragic scene for the first time, and they no longer knew what to say.

The Knights Templar, who had been communicating with Norman before, were no more clever than these people in the face of this kind of scene, and they were also at a loss, just kept shouting for him to hurry up and beg for mercy to save his life, and not to do it again.

Surrender and beg for mercy?

Norman smiled bitterly in his heart.

He wanted to, but did it work?

The other party's eyes are now the same as the eyes of Lord Barton when he executed McGee, and the next moment, he will probably die like McGee, these are all things that those mages in his body don't understand, and he doesn't have time to explain.

But what needs to be done is still to be done.

Norman took a deep breath, probably his last breath in the world.

He clenched his fists, intending to launch this last charge.

"Never give up hope. ”

This is a phrase that Old Norman has been using to comfort him since he was a child, and it is the same thing that Old Norman has been saying until he dies, and it is the only thing that Old Norman has taught him for so many years besides farm work.

And at this time, the young man who had not spoken until now finally spoke.

"If I had met you sooner, perhaps you would have been my knight's squire and would have shined my shoes. ”

The young man looked at Norman and said this in a regretful tone, as if it would be Norman's honor to shine his shoes.

Just as blood flowed into his eyes again, Norman blinked his eyes, and before he could think about anything, a mage had already cried out in his heart.

"I wiped Nima and !!"