The three throwing knives are almost end-to-end, although there are only three knives, but their strength, angle and timing, are extremely ingenious, at first glance it is to lock the enemy's chest, throat and lower abdomen several large points, but as long as you try to avoid the first knife, the next two knives will mercilessly nail into the enemy's carotid artery and lungs, there is no way to avoid it!

"Don't try to escape!" Divalen stepped forward, fearlessly rushing towards the deadly cold, and when the first knife had just grazed his face, the greatsword immediately swung a powerful wind pressure, barely allowing the second knife to change the trajectory of flight, and then jumped violently, hugging his knees into a ball, letting the thick muscles of his back eat the last and deadliest knife. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This series of actions is not subtle at all, and it can even be said that it is completely forgetting life and death, and it is extremely clumsy to play, but it can take Chris three precise knives in a row, and has maintained a forward momentum in the process of receiving the knife, never giving Chris any time and possibility to pull away, it is simply incredible!

The two are fifteen yards apart!

"Dance—Red Lotus!" Divalen had just taken the three swords so quickly that Chris could only use them with all his might without any gaps.

The seemingly ordinary knife cut the tendon of Divalen's right foot, and Divalen easily avoided it with one hand, but the knife went straight to the ground, and then exploded with a bang, and countless small iron beads in the smoke of gunpowder ejected and flew like a barrage with the power of the explosion!

"Wind Split!" The smoke wrapped in gunpowder was torn to pieces by the giant sword, and the bloodied Deviron, like a badly wounded lion, completely ignored the iron bullets embedded in his body and the flesh-cut wounds, and took heavy steps, stepping through every dust in front of him, and continued to gallop forward.

Twelve yards apart!

Chris could clearly razor Di Valen's heavy gasps, and he understood that Di Valen was constantly approaching the last limit of his body, but at the same time, he could also feel that the speed and accuracy of his knife were obviously decreasing, and his hands that had been cutting continuously had begun to tremble slightly, and a drop of cold sweat quietly flowed down his back.

Yes, since his debut, no one has been able to make himself so embarrassed and continuous knife!

"Wu Wu - Conquer the Heavens!"

Divalen's lower abdomen has been pierced through a small blood hole, and the color of the intestines inside can almost be seen, but the crazy speed is still unabated!

Eight yards apart!

Absolutely, absolutely! Two more knives! I have two more knives! I can definitely stop this madman!

"Six Dances - Cutting the Land!"

The flying knife broke through Deviron's sword qi and cut his tiger mouth neatly, he could no longer hold the giant sword in his hand, he let the heavy giant sword fall to the ground and continued to sprint forward!

Three yards!!

Divalen's fist was already raised in the air, ready to pounce!

Chris had also drawn out the last and completely different throwing knife - all jet-black, without any lustre, the legendary end blade.

His speed has slowed down, yes, there are still three yards, there is absolutely no problem, this last knife will definitely nail through his throat accurately!

"Drink!" exclaimed!

"The Last Dance—Dark!" Chris's arms were raised.

The Devaren in front of him was short, and then quickly enlarged!

Chris's jaw can already feel the explosive punch wind!!

How is it possible!? It is still possible to accelerate in such a state! At such a close distance, it is too late to make a knife!

Is it finally over?

Chris's arm was completely frozen, silently waiting for the moment when the fist wind exploded.

"Heh-Jesca。。。。。 I'm finally ... Can I see you?"

But in the next moment, there was no sound of vibration, no cracking skulls, and no splatters of blood.

The fist dissipated suddenly.

It was a long, long time before something warm was on Chris's shoulder, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Divalen's right fist was almost stiff against Chris's jaw, and the muscles of his body remained highly tense, as if he had been cursed by Medusa in the last moments and turned into a motionless stone statue, but his scarred and bloodstained head leaned limply on Chris's shoulder.

"Boy, you won. The beast of that moment ago spoke slowly and extremely tiredly, as if it had exhausted the last strength in its body.

"In the end, it's still a little bit close, it's really a little unwilling. The fist was on the verge of touching Chris's jawbone, but it could no longer lift even a little forward. As he spoke, the last force that supported the tension in his body also dissipated, and Divalen's body slowly softened from his neck to Chris, leaning on Chris's body, but he still had the heart to laugh at himself: "Heh, I'm really weak, and in the end, I have to rely on the enemy so as not to fall and eat." ”。

"No, you're strong, you're the one who wins. Chris finally came to his senses, and the throwing knife in his hand slowly drooped: "You are a warrior and warrior worthy of the respect of the Nords. ”

"Hah. Ahem... No.... I didn't win against the real you. Di Valen's voice was close to murmuring, vague and distant.

"Huh?!" Chris frowned in confusion.

"Your sword and throwing knives are carrying unnecessary weight. Divalen's voice grew quieter and smaller, but firm: "After removing them。。。。。。 That's who you really are。。。。。 ”

Chris was stunned, as if a basin of cold water was pouring down from the top of his head, and the old memories in his heart were like brown dead leaf butterflies, swarming in groups, struggling to emerge.

Those darkest, most painful days were like vines that burst out of the ground and swept in with a breath of despair.

"Jesca... ”

Because of Jesca, he was so determined to force himself to learn swordsmanship that was completely unsuitable for him, so that today's swordsmanship is a success.

Because of Jesca, he endured the cynicism of the people around him, studied hard in the military academy like an isolated goose, and graduated with the second honor.

It is also because of Jeska that he has such a strong mental strength and fighting spirit, supporting himself to turn defeat into victory in any adversity, and he is already one of the three major generals of Nord at a young age.

However, Jesca's influence on Chris is far more than that, he is Chris's brother and idol, and he is a spiritual pillar.

Chris never came out of the shadow of his death, but forced himself to live in this shadow with an attitude that bordered on self-deception, forcing himself to move towards his brother's unfinished goal, in this way to forget his grief and escape his fears.

It is like a bowstring that is tense all the time, although it can exert incomparably strong strength, but it will break at any point in time.

And now, the bowstring has also reached its limits.

Knock - Knock Knock!!

A few looming drums interrupted Chris's thoughts, and the warrior's alertness pulled him out of the infinite abyss, and he forced himself to take a deep breath in order to regain his ability to think clearly as quickly as possible.

Knock-knock-knock!!

The sound of the drums became clearer, and the sound was deafening, and even the soldiers on both sides who had been fighting and tired on the battlefield were shocked by the overbearing drums, as if the thunder was deafening, and they suddenly woke up.

With his keen hearing, Chris quickly looked in the direction where the drum sound came from, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils: "It's someone in Gerburgburg who is drumming!!"

A new red frenzy is rapidly gathering on the top of the slope below the castle, and when it stops for a while, it immediately pours down like a waterfall!!

"Swadya!long live!!"

In the frenzy, there is only one general wearing armor and riding a horse, and the rest of the sergeants are all heavy infantry with red stripes on a black background, and the soldiers in the front row of the array each have a long halberd, and the tip of the halberd is tied with a battle flag with gold on a blue background, and the shield-shaped family crest on the blue flag flutters in the wind, sassy and vivid, so not mighty!

"Svadia's strongest infantry army, the Blue Guard, Lord Hill is really like a god. Chris whispered to Divalen, who was already unconscious, "It seems that Svadia has really invested a lot, if there is a terrifying monster like you, it will be difficult to entangle." ”

"Ahem... Dry... If you want to kill, you have to cut it quickly. Di Valen raised his eyelids and smiled wryly at Chris.

"No," Chris said with a look of indescribability, putting his hand on Divalen's shoulder and pushing him away, "you still have to save your life to try my unburdened knife and sword." ”

"Hmph... Fuck you... It's so troublesome... Divalen fell slowly, time seemed to slow down much, much later, the afterglow of the setting sun gilded the two of them with a glorious golden edge, and at this moment, the battlefield, the soldiers, the dead, everything, all converged into a timeless and ancient oil painting.

Divalen fell, the world in his eyes tilted and blurred, and he heard Chris's gradually faint voice giving orders: "The whole army - immediately retreat, rush to the predetermined place to join Lord Hill's forces!"

Divalen was really tired, he lay heavily on the ground, and his eyelids could no longer be opened, but the corners of his chapped mouth slowly rose, and he muttered in a daze: "Cesar。。。。。 I finally 。。。。。 Finally complete your mission。。。。。。 They.... Finally arrived。。。。。 Hehe...... Jesca。。。。。 Jesca。。。。。 Your brother。。。。。 It's really kind。。。。。 It's true..... ”

Then everything went back to darkness, and everything was silent. Unconscious, Divalen had no idea how the blue guard's halberd and shield had torn the Nord's severed forces to pieces like a lions, and how Carlos had gone berserk to search for Cesar's tracks on the battlefield.

"Get up, bastard!" Carlos shook the unconscious Divalen vigorously, "Damn! Who is this bastard in Cesar's armor!?"

"This is the Chief Guard of the Royal Guard, Colonel Divalen. Charles hurriedly wiped the blood and smudges from Divalen's face, and it was hard to make out the stains.

"Damn! This guy won't wake up for a while!" Carlos let go of his hand, letting Divalen fall back to the ground, then grabbed a Svadia sergeant and shouted, "What about your commander?"

The poor fellow, who had just escaped from the harvest of death, pointed to Divalen lying on the ground in horror: "I... We don't know... We always thought he was Lord Cesara. ”

Carlos was so anxious that he covered his face and even pulled his hair a few times: "Damn, where the hell have you been!