Chapter 012: Duel

Characters in this chapter: Freelancer - Rog, Pirate King - Nabal. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

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Rog waited until all of Aren's soldiers had left, and then all of them continued on their way towards Fenrad.

The freelancers understood that only defeating a group of pirates who had ambushed Fenrad would be possible to relieve Aren's of pressure.

What he didn't expect was that at Fenrad's place, a man got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, moved his muscles, and shouted to the people behind him: "Hey, brothers, get up! It's time to eat!"

With his shout, a large group of people slapped up from the ground one after another, picked up the battle axe in their hands, and quickly lined up for plastic surgery, waiting for the man's order.

The leader was dressed in unusual armor, and his helmet had two golden horns growing from the side, shining in the sun.

He clenched his long-handled axe, taller than his man, and stood at the forefront of the line.

In the distance, the rumbling voice gradually approached, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and he said to himself, "Here we are." ”

Freelancer Rogge saw some people standing on the hillside from a distance, he quickly slowed down and said, "All on alert!

Behind him, everyone clenched the weapons in their hands in unison, staring at the surroundings with wide eyes, not daring to relax at all.

The leader shouted at them from afar, "Hey, Freedom Riders, we're here!"

Hearing the shout, Rogge drew his sword and looked around vigilantly. Seeing the man on the hillside waving at him, he also slowly shouted, "Pirate King Nabal"

The leader chuckled: "Rogge, don't think about going back to my territory today! Do you dare to fight me alone? Who is more powerful in our martial arts?"

Rogge, a freelance knight, grabbed his horse's belly and galloped towards Nabal: "I'm very happy!"

The horse brought a gust of wind, and his words were blown through the air, sounding like the shouting of an unpredictable man.

As the distance from Nabal grew closer, everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

The freelancer Rogge's soldiers were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, but they did not dare to act rashly without Rog's orders, and the pirates cheered as if they had won the battle.

Seeing the shadow in the distance getting closer, Nabal laughed, took his axe in his hand, and walked down the hill confidently.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, so close that only the last hundred meters were left.

The sword in Rog's hand and the axe in Nabal's hand radiated a multicolored light at the same time, as if the twin brothers had telepathy, and the closer they got closer, the stronger the light emitted.

Nabal slowed his pace, looked at the weapon in his hand in amazement, and said to himself, "What's the matter, why is it suddenly glowing?"

Rog didn't hesitate at all, he accelerated violently, and the moment Nabal looked at the weapon in his hand, when the horse's speed was close to sprinting, Rog tensed his body and rushed over like an arrow!

Many people recalled and said this afterwards, they did not even see the shadow of Rog, and in the sunlight he was surrounded by light, and he jumped from his horse like an ancient god descending, raised his sword in mid-air, and slashed down at the top of Nabal's head.

No one could describe the power of this sword, and at that moment, an infinite sense of coercion burst out from the sword's body and radiated in all directions, and everyone had an urge to kneel down and worship sincerely.

Nabal suddenly felt something strange, and without thinking, he raised his axe in his hand and slashed down at the shadow in the air.

Rog was taken aback, but he couldn't hold back his defenses, so he had to bite the bullet and meet Nabal's axe.

"Bang!" the terrifying echo of the impact of the stone filled the place, and everyone's ears seemed to be like a huge thunderclap, as if it was about to break the eardrums.

Rog lowered his body and slung his sword across his head, holding the earth-shattering axe steadily.

The expression on Nabal's face was wonderful, as if it was unbelievable that a person could be so fast at such an incredible speed. The terrifying reaction from the axe seemed to warn him of something.

"Look at the sword!" Rogge was furious, since he galloped on the battlefield, there had never been a loss like today. Relying on his own age more than a little older than Nabal, Rogge decisively mocked Nabal verbally.

"Eat me with a thunderbolt!" Nabal wasn't stupid, and after a brief fight, he found that the old bastard named Rog did have two brushes. In order to boost morale, Nabal decided to scold his mother before the battle like Rogge to boost the army's prestige.

"Qiang Qiang!Dangdang!~" The two of you come to a sword and I will go to an axe, the moves are wide open and closed, the knife and axe are windy, if you go to the street to do a dance knife and gun trick, someone will definitely come to cheer.

The two sides have a great chance of fighting for the fish to the death today, and the two tigers will fight for each other.

However, the discerning person understood at a glance that this was just the two of them testing each other, and if no one could find a flaw in the fifty rounds to fight back, then it would definitely be that both sides returned to their positions and led the army to fight.

And so it happened. By the time he reached the thirtieth time, Nabal's heart became more and more empty, he was originally specialized in foot combat, and he specialized in flying axes.

The reason why I have to be strong is because others provoked me in front of the battle, and I was annoyed for a while, so I got this heroic spirit. As a result, I didn't expect to run into this freelancer before I got out of the school, this hard stubble is not easy to mess with!

When he first came up, he was able to bluff for a while, but now he is a little tired of coping.

Rogge complained even more, thinking about how many years he had been fighting on the battlefield, when did he not kill the thief leader in seconds as soon as he came up? This time he did not inherit the courage of the past, but touched his nose.

Just when Rogra was losing his face, Nabal suddenly shouted: "Don't fight! Don't fight! The old horse is weak and unbearable, you wait for me to change horses, and I will wait for another two hundred rounds!"

Nabal went back with his tail between his legs all of a sudden, and said that he was going to change horses, and that he would probably not play again today.

Rogge was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, don't you not ride a horse. Immediately, he smiled secretly in his heart, but his face still looked like an ancient well.

Suddenly, he snorted again, blew his beard and glared at him, and scolded: "Aren't you scared? Haha, no guts rats!"

Nabal didn't pay any attention to him, and Rogge laughed even more arrogantly, as if the draw just now was just a deliberate release of water, and his true strength was unfathomable.

The deputy commander wiped off a drop of sweat on his forehead that did not exist, since it was impossible to do anything, seizing the opportunity was the last word, he was not hesitating at the moment, waved his right arm, and ordered loudly: "The bandits and rats are all rabble, and they are not worthy of Sir Rogge's enemy, needless to say, I will wait for everyone to kill this fang!"

With the order of the deputy commander, dozens of tiger knights slapped their horses together, they roared, their eyes red with anger, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time, showing bright red fangs!