Andlox unleashed his murderous intent, and Wolfscar shot him, stopping inches from his face. The fairy's eyes widened in horror, and her whole body trembled. He grabbed a lock of Andror's hair with both hands and shouted eagerly, "Daddy, there are many, many more!" Too much!"

"Too much for what?"

"Too many exotic languages. Some ogres came, but Flower sang a song about being scared, and they ran away! I heard it too, because I heard it!"

"You don't have earplugs, do you?"

"Nope! I put my finger in, but it didn't work. "Wolf sca

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Okles' hair moved back a few inches.

"You should look at the soldiers and tell the people of Natuk where the attack came from. Go back and do that, away from the singing of the flowers. ”

"Well, I did, but I told the others as well. The soldiers approached the men, but not the women. Just a few ogres, and something else. A lot of people. They came to the women, to the place where Gabi was, so Flower sang and frightened them. I heard that. ”

"Yes, I know you heard that. You told me. Have all the soldiers been at the pass?"

"Oh well, I don't know everybody, but I think so. I think so. or primary. They're still in the forest over there, "wolf sca."

Pointing behind the king, he said, "There are still some over there, where the nightmen are fighting." But they didn't really fight hard, just a little. ”

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Okles frowned. "Tell Natak to get the men to start backing away, towards the women, as we said before. It's time for them to get moving. ”

"Okay. I'm not scared anymore, Dad. It was sent by Flower. There are no owls. "Wolf sca

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Can tell him how scattered the king's army is, but the fairy has no concept of distance. Not at all. This can be useful. At least he knew his family was okay, and that's a good thing.

It suddenly occurred to him that in this forest, with limited vision, how could all the aliens know that their king was dead? What exactly is Andlocks going to do? Shaking a man's head for a ride? No, it had to be his whole body, strung on a spear, carried like a banner.

Now that he remembered, if both Nightlings had already been attacked, it meant that the king most likely knew where they were. He will send more troops. After all, only so many people can be sent to deal with Androxes at once. It's better to let the others come in handy.

He realized that he shouldn't wait, and he shouldn't slow down. He needed to keep the king's undivided attention until one of them died.

Androx began to walk forward, the intent to kill still burning around him. His anger turned the splattered blood into puffs of fragrant smoke. As he walked by, the dried pine needles under the trees glistened and shimmered.

The king nodded, and raised his sword again. He roared, and his berserkers rushed forward like a pack of angry black scorpions, covered in claws and horns.

Androx retracted his murderous intent a little and let them get closer. He clenched his spear and prepared for a stab.

The leading berserker was muscular, naked, like a bull, on all fours, with his horns forward. The claws of his fingers and toes tossed the dirt behind him.

Andlocles clenched his spear for a stab, his eyes fixed on the man who followed him, trying to plan his attack.

The leading demon suddenly fell into the dirt, and with so much force that the horns were plunged into it. His muscular body was swept away by the momentum and his neck was broken. He died before he could convulse.

Arrowhead. Five or six of them skillfully aimed and pierced the demon's arms and wrists.

Four more berserkers fell, and three more tripped up. Anchors stretched back with his mind's hand, sensing the archer standing beyond his most vicious killing intent. When they drew a second bullet, their arms stimulated his senses.

This time none of the arrows hit the target. The berserkers flapped them out of the air with their hands or tails, moving too fast for Andrx to catch. Three of the men who had been hit stood up, drew arrows, and had wild and crazy eyes in them.

Androcles let his killing intent surge again, picking himself up again to stop their onslaught, giving him time to kill a few before they retreated. However, the sickness of their souls clung to them, driving out the fiercest anger of Anders. He felt like two walls of water pressed together, reaching high into the air and deep into the ground, trying to overwhelm each other.

He realized that it wasn't going to work for them. Today, for the first time, Anchors felt real fear creep up his spine.

The first to go into range was a scrawny, scarred berserker clad in a filthy woollen loincloth. Androx intermittently speaks of his murderous intentions, hoping to confuse him. After a moment of hesitation, Androcleus stabbed him in the heart.

The demon raised a hand, grabbed the tip with his flesh, and roared at his hatred.

The spears pierced the bones of his hand as if they didn't exist. It barely slowed down, passed through his chest, and went out from the other side. Fools, never underestimate the power of a spear.

He had to jump backwards, first two steps, then four, to avoid the attack of his claws and tail. As their souls fought back and forth, he could feel their attack, sensing their intention to leave in time.

It was good, because so many of them were so close, and their bare twilight-like dark skin fused them all into a writhing, undulating shadow. A twisted mass of flesh, claws, teeth, and fiery silver eyes.

They run fast. He had only a split second to turn or block, slipping away from a horn or tooth that grabbed his hand or lunged at him. Each time, he narrowly escaped death.

Another arrow flew in. He felt it split in the air behind him, and just as the arrow was struck by his target from the air, he stabbed it with his spear. The Berserker failed to react to either of these events in time, and Andelos poked him in the neck, nearly cutting off his head.

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Okles raised his spear and let the tail slice into a slice on the blade. The broken tail slapped Anchorage's back and fell to the ground twitching.

Andox spun his spear and blocked a kick, followed by a punch, followed by another punch. He took a step back and lunged forward, a long, low blow that grabbed the ankle of a lanky berserker in shabby leather pants.

Then three of them attacked at the same time, and their coordination was frightening and unexpected. Two outstretched claws grabbed his thighs, and the other jumped up to grab his eyes. Their claws bit his leg, but he raised his arm in time to protect his eyes.

No sooner had Anclex's arms been raised, a sharp fist slammed into his broken ribs, breaking them again. He felt them crack.

Bouts of pain and nausea almost made Androxes give up the idea of killing, but he still survived. He had neither time to breathe nor time to think, as the attacks began to come at a rate of three or four times. They move in and out, moving forward and backward with incredible time and precision, their twisted bodies sliding against each other. It doesn't feel like fighting a lot of people at the same time; It felt like fighting a big, pathetic beast.

The time he took to recover from a new injury made him a little hesitant. The berserkers sensed the gap and pounced on him, poking their claws into it like hooks, trying to pull him down.

Andlocks screamed in anger and pain, bending his legs to keep him upright. He weighed as much as the three or four of them combined, but they were all strong. Their illness clashes with his anger, which burns more and more intensely, and his despair grows stronger. The fingers in his head couldn't find anything to buy, nothing to snatch and burn, nothing to extinguish.

One of them tried to snatch the spear from him, but his fingers were still gripping it. Despite the clean paint, the handle still didn't slip in his hand.

Those who grabbed him with their claws swarmed and pulled him back, once, twice. He could feel his balance tilting and his feet slipping. They can too. As they stepped back a little and rushed forward again, their sick souls added to the joy.

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Okles let go of his left arm, leaving a hissing trail of blood that turned into smoke in the air. He grabbed a berserker by the throat and tried to drag him away, but the demon didn't move.

His mind went back to Berserker's skin, to his palms, to the crunchy chunks of flesh on his neck. Like when he smashed that pebble in the palm of his hand a few days ago, his murderous intent was concentrated in the place where his thoughts were concentrated. With a raging hatred, Androcles infuses his killing intent into the body of his enemies.

The results are immediate. The Berserker didn't even tremble before he died, he was ignited from within by Anders' anger. The fire quickly hollowed him out, and his skin cracked with a thud when the smoke had nowhere to go.

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No sooner had Okles thrown away the remaining pieces of skin than the other man bit his forearm with the claws of both hands.

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Okles tries to use the claws in his flesh as a focal point to gather his killing intent, but there are too many claws. The man who tried to take the spear away opened his mouth to bite off Anders' fingers, but Anders bent down and punched the berserker a few hard times.

At least they stopped trying to cut, punch and kick, but he was pretty sure that if they knocked him down, they would eat him raw.

Anders' legs suddenly erupted with tremendous force, and he stood up and turned away, pulling out most of their claws, causing about thirty stab wounds.

After a while, they came to catch him again as before, but he took another half step back, and most of them just tore at his flesh with their claws. He grabbed a gleaming black horn and focused his killing intent on the horn a little easier than last time. To his surprise, the black horn glowed red like a hot iron, and the demon screamed helplessly in pain for a few moments until black smoke erupted from his open mouth.

At that fatal moment, they grabbed him again, fingertips digging deeper than before, as if they wanted to rip his flesh off one by one.

Androx tried to jump up and turn away again, but they were ready to push him to the ground.

Before he could come up with another plan, the iron pillar of Deanna's presence rushed into the realm of his anger like a club. He was relieved that hope had given him strength.

She kicked a berserker in the side of the neck, turning bones into sand and killing him instantly.

She kicked again, knocking down the knee of a berserker holding him, and Andelos could use his spear again. He choked and stabbed his foe in the eye, but the demon dodged.

Deanna fought like a bloodied tiger, letting out a wild, beastly scream, all the more terrifying because it was a woman's voice. The voice stung him. Androx felt the surging power condensed with each of her blows, and he realized that she was concentrating her intentions perfectly, turning her little girl's fist into a plumb hammer. That's what she did! It's a pretty good trick.

He knew he didn't have a chance to imitate now, but maybe one day. Gods, what glory it would be. Stone crusher!

As soon as he thought of this, he paid more attention to his hands, which was stupid. But before he could let the thought go and concentrate on not letting his bowels be torn open, he noticed the hilt of the spear in his hand, which glistened in the brighter and brighter light of the fire. How it shook his hand back like a handshake, not a piece of wood.

His killing intent came faster and easier than he thought, as if it were a part of his body. The third arm. He knew its full length, every filigree, every perfectly carved letter he couldn't read. The metal of the wide, flat blade of the spear was as hot as his own face warming in the sun.

His killing intent kept gathering, swelling within him and pouring into the spear. It burst out from the deepest part of his spirit. The pale, silvery-white, indestructible metal of the spearblade glowed red, then yellow, then blazing white.

Deanna has now caught their attention, and she has exhausted all her skills to protect herself. One berserker swept over her legs while another clawed at her back. She jumped over, but the claws bit her spine, breaking her balance and throwing her down.

She turned her falling stance into a tumbling and blocked a flying attack, followed by a second, then a third. Her iron skin is not harmed by swords and cannot fully protect her from the clutches of demons, and her clothes leave a lot of bare skin for them to cut through. She's starting to look a little like him, even though her injuries are mostly abrasions or shallow cuts rather than cuts.

Androcleus wielded a white-hot spear blade aimed at the wrist of a berserker, the berserker's claws stuck in his stomach, and he tried to hold the metal against his flesh until he let go. To his surprise, the sword slashed cleanly through the Berserker's arms, making a sound almost like being sucked an egg, barely resisting.

He let out a smirk roar, swinging his spear to pierce the arms holding his right calf, and then the back of his head before it could cut Deanna with its tail. Smoke from its hot brains whistled out of the hole.

A volley of arrows came in from behind, and three wounded berserkers were killed. These Nightmen are truly outstanding warriors. It was a consolation to have them behind him.

Two demons rushed towards Deanna and formed a circle around her. They tried to catch her at the same time, but she was much faster than him. She ducked low under their clasped hands and wriggled away, somehow, dislocated the shoulder of one of her enemies in the process.

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Okles spun his spear, spinning to reach as many people as he could with the tip of the flaming spear. This time the Rider jumped back and dodged him.

He wanted to poke in his stomach, but it stretched too much. His entire torso spasmed as the broken ends of his ribs rubbed against each other, and his attack failed. He almost dropped the spear to the ground, but it refused to leave his hand. The pain brought tears to his eyes and may have blinded him, but in his anger he felt that everything was enough to make up for it.

The demon hid behind, just out of his reach, and every time he pounced on a demon, it fled. It felt like his own hands were trying to catch a fly and failing, again and again.

Deanna desperately kicked away the kicks and grabbed the paws. A slam came, she didn't have enough hands to stop it, and she raised her shoulders to protect her face. The claws slashed across her skin, leaving four trails of fresh blood.

She glanced at Androx, and their eyes met. He nodded at one of the berserkers among them. They attacked together, and Deanna kicked at him, and Androcles rushed over with his spear. The demon tries to avoid both but fails, being hit by a spear that kicks him to the hip and pierces his collarbone. He fell to the ground.

Ankrex stepped on the berserker's sternum with his heel, held it down, and pressed it hard. He swung his spear against the other two demons, who thought they saw an opening, and plunged the spear into his skull, allowing the demon's horns to guide the tip of the spear downward.

Deanna proved to be an excellent battlefield strategist, focusing her attacks on those closest to Andlocles. Between them, they caught and killed one after another.

The people around him began to hesitate, and Anchors could feel their morbid presence begin to give way in the face of his anger.

Not far away, another pine tree burned to the fire of Androx's rage. Looking around, the fire was much bigger than he realized, with at least a dozen burning trees choking the sky with thick gray smoke.

The demons also noticed the flames, their silver eyes attracted by the burst of yellow flames. At the moment when he was distraught, another row of arrows flew. Most of the demons sensed their arrival and quickly chased them away, but two arrows hit their target. A demon's head bounces from being hit in the eye, and he collapses to the ground like an empty bag. The second demon was hit in the thigh and couldn't escape Deanna's sudden heel kick.

They will win. He and Deanna would have easily slain the last demon because there were so many aliens and their kings. Will the king retreat, and not risk even greater losses? Where the hell is he?

A flash of light and a rumbling thunder suddenly flashed behind him, causing Androcles to spin on his heels. A few dozen paces away, the king stood on the smoking ruins of an archer. King Lugubelenus was still in action, wielding his massive two-handed sword, swinging high and down at the other archer. The poor Nightman rolled backwards, dodging the tip of the king's sword, but another bolt of lightning killed him, a blinding flash of light and a shocking loud bang.

The few remaining archers threw down their weapons and fled. The king couldn't keep up with his sword, but he almost took another one. His swing was one step short and there was no lightning.

The king slowed down and stood tall. He turned, looked at Androx for a moment, and then began to walk to close the distance. The king walked a full sixty or seventy steps into the place where Androx's anger was, and he felt that the presence of this man was enormous, completely different from when they had clashed in the Great Hall.

The king then kept improvising, fighting with whatever magic he and the prince could gather at a moment's notice. Now he rode his glory as a king of sorcerers, with his army, a great king who ruled over the many lands he conquered with his sword.

On his belt hung four severed heads, each adorned with a crown that must have been nailed. When the man got on his horse, Androcles had not seen them.

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Okles' anger never subsided, and as he got too close, another tree burst into flames. The whole tree climbs up at once, from the root bark to the needles at the tip. This area is starting to feel a little warmer, which will make the fight comfortable. A

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Okles grinned.

A few more steps, and they can talk like men. For a moment, neither of them knew. Androcleus glared at him, but the king wore his dominance like a good pair of stilts. It makes him look taller than he really is.

It was a strange feeling that the king appeared in the wrath of Andrakles. Their conflicting forces seem to pass each other by, as if they are only partially occupying the same space. A

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For him, Androx's killing intent was now so powerful that he could almost hear the air cracking under pressure. He didn't realize it, but in the fight with the Berserker, he slowly sank deeper and deeper. The way the water naturally flowed into the tip of his spear bespoke its amount, but he began to feel a numb sting in his toes, and he wondered if he had finally found his limit.

King Lugubelenus clenched his sword and seemed to be considering the first shot, but he didn't. The two of them just looked at each other.

Stain. It didn't sound like a greeting, but more like he noticed something strange on the ground and commented.

"My son killed your son." Androcles replied calmly, also with his own insults. The tip of the spear burned with moisture from the air, sizzling.

The king glanced at him...... It took Anchors a moment to realize, but it wasn't anger, it was disgust. Disgust, like the expression of a mother when her child farts while eating. When the king spoke, it was a sneer. "Someone's son did it. He's not yours. ”

"Whatever I want to take from the barbarians, as long as I have the strength to hold it, is mine, Luger." "He belongs to me completely, just as I wish he belonged to me."

"I also have 22 sons, Smagky, each of whom is smart and strong. There is no doubt who they belong to, or who gets them. And your stolen Skytha

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This? Will your people accept him? When the time comes to appoint an heir, will they all pretend that he is your descendant?"

"If I appoint him as my heir, then yes, they will, because my people know how to write and obey the law."

"Yes, of course. That was the way of a civilized and learned old master. I hate you and your people. Your honor. Your pride. Your marble temples and bronze ships, your band of sun-tanned people, dressed in stupid robes, had to cover their mouths tightly with one hand and talk about their wisdom. When I lead my army to exterminate your people, I will never have to hear boring discussions about your laws again. ”

Andrew looked at him coldly. Why are they talking?" We have the law, but you have cut off people's heads. I don't want to hear disgusting things from a person who defiles a corpse. ”

King Lugubelenus snorted. "You have so many laws that a person can do whatever he wants, as long as he knows the right laws. Snatching his neighbor's cattle and snatching his neighbor's wife. Drive the nobles out of his land, and take them away. Borrow money, send the creditor to the jury, and never pay it back. Your only virtue is cunning. The honor of your people is deadlier than the king on my belt. My proof is how your father was treated. Imagine being ruined by neighbors and friends. Rude way. How weak. I really don't understand why you're in such a hurry to go back. ”

The king stood tall and spoke proudly, like a man who expects others to listen. Anchors felt his anger rising, and he said, "I'd rather be there than be here." You are welcome to keep your frozen mud in the hungry kingdom and enjoy all your airy wooden buildings with no floors. I longed to set foot on the stone carvings and tiles again. ”

"I have no doubt that you miss your luxurious building. You old Felia are proud of your marble halls and temples, but the buildings of the river people are grander and older than yours. You boast that your army is strong, but my army is stronger, and Sapan's army is stronger. What advantages do your people have over those of other tribes? Can you stab a brother in the back? Do you have what it takes to convince yourself to accept any evil thoughts that morning?"

The king did not make gestures with his hands or sword, nor did he rise and fall like an orator. He maintains his composure, peace, composure, and self-discipline and does not want to impress anyone. He spoke as if he didn't care if others heard or believed him, because he was speaking the undeniable, eternal truth. It makes A

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"You say that the Riverfolk are older and greater than the Honorables, and that's true. I've been there and seen it with my own eyes. I in their river after defeating their army. Every notable country is built out of stone. A long time ago, even demons did the same. I've seen those ruins, too. And what about yours?"

"Your stone buildings are a sign of shame. If you don't have a marble temple for everyone to visit, you don't think your piety is real. There is no king without a palace, there is no custom without a law engraved in stone. There is no family without a pile of ancient rocks to live in. Honorable indeed. If you really believed you were, would you call yourself Team of Glory? If you truly believe that your city is the glory of the earth, do you feel the need to let everyone know? Of course not. You don't believe in your own worth because deep down, you know you don't have it. ”

"It's strange for a man who wears so much gold."

"I wore this gold coin so that everyone could see that I was not afraid of losing it. Without it, I'm not a king, your opinion doesn't matter, and other people's opinions don't matter. I know what I am. I am in charge of life and death, and I am listened to and loved by the greatest God. I am the king, and I don't need you to kneel or praise me, because it's true. And what about you, what are you? You know what, Smagky? Are you a soldier without an army? Are you a nobleman with no property? Are you a childless father? If your city ruined your father and abandoned you, would you still be a Dikaan? You're nothing. ”

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Okles frowned. Frankly, this man is indeed great. A conqueror of a country, a great king. He had everything - glory, wives, children, crowns, armies, good food and wine, loyal men and admirers. He was terrifying with that sword, skilled enough to be remembered. But his power has become a silver tongue, an iron backbone, and magic. In short, he was the kind of guy Andkiles craved, or at least the kind of person he was respected. But the king regarded Anders as inferior to himself, and instead of respecting him, he despised him. This sentence, without saying anything special, stung me.

Only then did the king smile. Whether he guessed what Androcles was thinking, only the gods knew; But the king's smile was slow and unhurried, neither friendly nor too bright. Smile at yourself. He is happy with his success.

"There. I see it on that scarred face of yours. You might be wondering why I chose to talk to you, now you know. I want you to understand before you die that you are inferior to me in any way. You are no match for me, and you never will. It is legitimate for me to make you my slave. ”

For a moment, they just looked at each other, listening to the crackling sound of a few nearby burning trees. As suspicion crept through him quietly and gently, he became increasingly uneasy and difficult to reject completely.

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Okles finally said. "Because I have. I've seen two. I killed one, and the other called me with feelings that I still can't understand. You may have a strong army, Rag; Wife and children, wealth and prestige and everything else, but you never did what I did. I will eventually be an honorable person. ”

"We'll see. It's time, isn't it? Call your gods, Androcle, son of Palamonos, and I will call my gods. We will see who is heard and whose people are saved. ”

Before Andrakles could reply, the king raised his sword high above his head. He shouted, "God of thunder and lightning, god of war, brothers, please bless my sword."

Anchors felt a connection between what was above him and the king's sword. It pierced his murderous intent like a spear, leaving a hole in Androx's consciousness like a burn mark.

"Exotic gods, goddesses of fate, gods of courage, you leaders and guides, please bless my skin and my body."

Divine will and power poured in from all sides in the smoky woods, attracted by the king's own presence.

"The god of rebirth, guarding the souls of men and bringing them back to women"

Androcles clenched his spear tightly, trying to attack before the man could finish speaking, but he hesitated.

The king lowered his eyes from the sky and looked at Androx. "If there were no witnesses, it would have been a shame for us to fight," he said with a smile. I think I'm going to visit another God. Then we both saw it. ”

He cried out again with a loud voice, "O God who is above, you devour all things, and eat mountains and men, hold my feet." Drink, the provider of the crop, and return it in the form of corn. We fight in your name, so come, Huel, and come and see this battle!"

"Nope! Androxes shouted, his heart filled with frantic panic. "It's not him! Don't call him!"

The king smiled and stretched out his arms. Now a greater will than the king protects him. As it struggled with his killing intent in front of the king, Androx could sense it and drove it away.

Androcleus jumped forward and raised his spear for a lethal blow. The king believed in his magic and did not try to block or move. The fiery tip of the spear touched the king's delicate gold-embroidered chain shirt—

The world vanished into a white flash of light, and a skull-shattering thunder nearly knocked Andlock unconscious. He staggered backwards, aching and unable to explain his injuries. He gasped and blinked over and over again, trying to regain his sight. It didn't come back soon and blinded him.

His murderous intent did not disappoint him. In this land, too, the king stumbled back. The king's confusion gave such a strong color to his existence that Androx was almost drawn into it. But there is something else, something bigger and bigger—pain. Not the king's, nor his.

"What——! shouted King Lugubelenus.

Anchors could feel where the king was standing, feel the position of his arm. Feel the will of the gods around you. He walked forward with his spear in hand.

The tip of the spear hissed in the air. The power around the king trembled before him. The king sensed it and raised his sword to block it.

"What?! He fired back with a high, low arc that Androx easily dodged.

"The gods know it's best not to get involved, Luger."

They attacked each other cleanly and without hesitation, and it took another ten breaths for Andlox's eyesight to begin to return.

The first thing Anchors saw was that the tip of the spear had lost its light - now only a few strange symbols were glowing, which he thought might be the letters of another language. The rest of the smooth metal had dimmed and looked almost black by comparison, but the golden filaments up and down the handle glittered in the smoky orange sunlight.

Lightning buzzed in the king's eyes. The man held his sword aloft, the tip of which glowed faintly blue.

Ancrex felt the strength building up under his feet, and he jumped a few steps back in time. A bolt of lightning fell from the clear blue sky where he had just stood. He couldn't feel the thunder it was emitting.

The king took his sword and spun it around his head, and Androcles rushed forward with his spear before another bolt of lightning fell. The tip of the spear broke through the invisible air resistance, too slow to penetrate the king's chained shirt. But where the metal meets, sparks fly.

There was something in the spear that rebelled against the blessings of the gods. Andrew stepped forward and pushed. Lugubele

The us remained motionless, firmly rooted in the ground like a tree. His sword pierced Androx's ribs, and Androx had to pull out his spear to block it.

Androcles turned his spear around and stabbed forward again, but the king gracefully dodged it. Anchors' fury burned with the king's wrath, splitting the pebbles on the ground and shattering the air. Nearby, another tree burst into flames with a loud bang, sending flames into the sky 100 feet high. The fire around him began to spread to other pine trees. The weather is getting warmer. The smoke in the air began to scratch his lungs.

Far, far away at his feet, deep underground, movement was felt at the very edge of his senses. Slight tremors. Something to touch. Coal miners. He knows it.

"You shouldn't have called him!" Not today! Androcs shouted, almost wanting to jump into the sky and fly away.

"Let him come!" The king shouted to him. He concentrated all his strength, lost his king's composure, and took on a more animalistic side. His face contorted into a beastly savagery, and his intentions seemed to grow claws.

More than a dozen gods gaze down from their thrones. Andlox could feel their eyes, their massive minds tumbling over him. He could feel how they blessed their chosen people, the king. Pure energy, pure passion, pure focus, and much more. It all flowed into the king without losing his unique side. His spirit sparkles like a throne of precious stones and gold.

However, when the tip of Andlocleus's spear approached, all the divine forces trembled and feared. He intensified his attack, exerting all the strength of his body, and unleashed a dozen shadow speed slams at full distance. And then a dozen. The glowing letters on the tip of the spear left a trail of light in the air.

The king took a step back, barely turning from side to side each time he stabbed him, waiting for his chance. Anger boiled in his blood. His eyes flashed with lightning. Then back again, again and again, as long as Anders stretched too far, he was ready to fight back. The battle is perfectly balanced, like a dancer standing on a wire above a fire pit.

There was a sound from the earth, and both stopped. It was a voice, low and loud, and far, far away. Androx's toes trembled slightly. The hairs on his body stood on end. He's coming.

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Okles didn't dare to risk seeing him again, especially when his family was so close to him. "Tauwell" would go to the place where the crowd was gathering and insist on a show, and when he didn't get the performance he wanted, he would crush them all into a red paste. The forest may have been crowded with soldiers from beginning to end, but the group, the fighting people, came back behind him, closer to the top of the mountain. The men of the Night People are the first line of defense, and the women are the last.

King Lugubelenus saw fear in the eyes of Androcleus, and perhaps he felt fear in Androcleus's killing intentions. Either way, he grinned and relaxed his posture slightly. "Don't you think my glory is limited to a few broken orcs?" Is my sword meant to show off? Someone else took those heads?"

Androcleus changed the position in which he held the spear, holding it closer to the middle to bring the battle closer. He struck over and over again, alternating between the tip of the spear and the head of the spear. The king changed his grip and held the blade in one hand to keep up with the changing direction.

He tried to hesitate, then feints, tried to trip, tried to mislead, tried to kick, but to no avail. The king was a true veteran, prudent and wise.

Andlocleus's greatest advantage was his length, but the king's counterattack was armor. He can take a blow or two, while Andoks can't.

The king pointed the hilt of his sword at Androx's abdomen, but he stepped back just in time to save his remaining ribs. Rag tried to turn the tide of the fight with a series of low-cut and high-feints, but Andlox wasn't a rookie either.

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Okles began to notice that there were other beings within the range of his murderous intent. He glanced at them and saw that they had nothing but silence. This is not the distant eye of the exotic gods, nor is it the conduit of their power far above them; These are all new. There seem to be a few hovering around the king, and a few more by or behind Anchors.

Their presence grew in his consciousness and distracted him, and every time a person moved, he flinched, instinctively anticipating an attack. Is this a new trick of the king? Is it a threat to the soul he controls? Andex couldn't see it, but nothing happened.

The king took a step back and easily broke free of Androcleus's spear. He raised his sword above his head and pointed it at the sky. A crackling bolt of lightning fell with a shocking flash, wrapping itself around the blade.

Androcles took a step back, ready for everything, and he was surprised.

"Smagky, I kind of want to let you go. I rejoice at the thought of confronting you again in the ruins of your city, and killing you once you are utterly desperate. ”

"Alright. Go for it. Turn your back to me and try to leave. He hesitated to attack again; His eyes were fixed on the king's crackling sword, and the sharp, glowing lines that quivered up and down on it.

"Nope. I've put your head here and you can watch from my belt. Summon your gods, giant slayers. You haven't done it yet. Call them out, and die. ”

Androcleus gripped his spear tighter with both hands and moved his feet for maximum mobility. But now that he thinks about it, what does he have to lose? Only one God answered him. "Patos, I thank all the orphans, but what else do you have?" He said.

The king was startled and jumped back, and it took a moment for Anders to understand why. Patos stood at the end of the spear and held the end of the spear in his hand. He looked like he was reading the words engraved there, which still flickered with white fire. He turned his starry, eternal eyes to Andelos and said, "Fool, here it is written. Let the fire come out of the spear. But you have to hurry. ”

The orphan god looked down at the ground, and Androcles sensed the direction in which Sewell was coming, and then vanished.

"I don't understand!" Andlocks complained.

"You've had a long time asking, but you've never asked." An answer came from the wind, faint enough to drown out the sound of the nearby trees burning.

The two men looked at each other, their faces nervous. "Do the gods hear me, Rag?" Androx said.

King Lugubelenus lowered his sword, and Andocles raised the tip of his spear to deflect it. When the two forces met, a loud bang echoed through the trees. The collision unleashed energy in all directions, numbing his forearm. He also struck him in the abdomen, and the king circled his sword and threw it aside.

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Okles have no extra attention except for the briefest thoughts. Every twitch is a feint, every breath is an attack, every sneaky movement of the eyes is either a distraction or an alarm. Fire.

The king swung his bat and tried to drive Androx back. He swung the ball with precision and care, and Andrex had to use all his skills to avoid cutting off his fingers in the process. No railing protects them like a king's sword.

Taking a step back, Androx's foot was in the wrong place, a hot, dry bone caught in his heel. His reflex reaction twisted his ribs, causing his torso to spasm.

A slight blow to Anchors' left arm caused only a minor wound. But lightning wrapped around the blade, turning the entire side of his body into blazing pain. His arm stiffened and he couldn't move anymore. The king came with another punch, this time with his attention and strength focused.

Androcles joined the attack and pushed the king back with his shoulder, but the king spun around overhead and aimed his sword at Androcleus's ankle. He lifted his feet to the wooden stick and walked away screaming! In his arm, but he could not even let his fingers relax the spear.

Fire. Andlox, who had accumulated the anger in his heart, drew it deeply, and his toes felt weak. He stuffed all his anger into his spear and shouted in his heart: fire!

A bright flame roared out from the tip of the spear, spinning into a swirling flame. The king stabbed his lightning sword forward, splitting the flames in half. They squeezed to the ground on either side of him. He swung forward again, aiming at Androx's skull.

Androx spun around and stabbed forward again, trying to spew another pillar of fire from the spear. It came easily, though he could feel how it drained his energy. The king used his sword to block it, but the flames kept coming out.

The king raised his sword in front of him and stepped into the raging torrent, dispersing the flames in all directions. The fire spread tens to hundreds of paces, falling on trees and bushes at an alarming speed, causing them to burn.

Androcles finally snatched the spear from his paralyzed hand and swung it down like an axe, cutting a flame on the king's head. The man slashed it with his sword and tried to walk in again, but Andlocles swung his spear and pulled him back with more flames.

The fire seemed to be almost an extension of his will, an extension of the length of a spear. It does not hesitate, mercilessly, stabs, slashes, and kills every place it points at. His heart had dried up, but the king's situation was not much better. Every time he used the lightning bolt on his sword to divert the flames, his presence waned.

That's when Anchors noticed the wind behind him. He paused for a moment when he sensed the presence he had noticed, then raised his hand, symbolizing power that he could not see or understand, but which he could only feel. The wind came, blowing the rapidly spreading fire deeper and deeper into the forest. He heard people and horses screaming in the distance.

It feels like an oven. His anger was no longer enough to protect him from the heat.

The king also noticed and lowered his sword. "See you next time, then, Smagky. Wait for me to break down your walls. Then the man turned and ran towards his spirit, or the place where his spirit was. They had fled a long time earlier, but a little further on, his panicked horse tried to escape from his chariot.

"Hey! No! Stop running away from me, coward! All this has happened, and I don't want it! Androx shouted, following him, trying to run. The smoke made his eyes water.

The king was one step ahead of him. Androx hesitated for too long. He frowned, trying to wipe the water from his eyes so that he could see better, but the man had already led the horse. He didn't understand how they managed to hold out during this time, but they were there. King Lugubelenus raised the horns to his mouth and blew one long note, then two more short notes.

What's that signal? It is necessary to retreat. Androcs didn't know if anyone nearby could hear him, but then an answer came, and two short horns rang from all sides, barely audible. They sounded far away, and Androcles didn't know how many there were in each horn, but there were undoubtedly a lot.

The king took one last look at Androcle, then jerked the reins and moved the horse.

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Okles lowered his spear and aimed it at the king. Fire, he thought. He imagined it gathering inside him, the pressure growing as his killing intent swelled in his gut. Fire, fire, fire. His attention narrowed. He looked down with his spear like an arrow.

Fire. Androcles plunged all his strength into his spear and shouted. A ball of flames the size of a house erupted from the tip of a spear, too fast to keep up. The sound rang in his ears like thunder, and the rebound of force shook his bones.

A yellow wall of flames obscured his entire vision before disappearing. The flames struck the king, exploding, and he heard the man's screams as the buzzing in Anchors' ears faded away. Then there was a whimper as life left him—a voice that Andlox had heard countless times. Finally, at the very edge of his perception, he felt the presence of the king disappear. The eyes of the six gods swept over the area. Their unhappiness fell on him, and then it passed. Everything was calm.

So be it. The king died, and he was finally relieved. A great man on earth, a man who shook the nations, died at the hands of Andrakles. This man's arrogance and domineering ended here.

However, Andrx didn't have time to enjoy the moment. For the first time in his life, his murderous intent was exhausted. There is nothing left to call anymore. Nothing, just an exhausting emptiness, like vomiting too many times in a row. His heart felt like a huge, raw, peeling blister. From his toenails to the ends of his hair, he was listless and exhausted.

At the same time, the smoke is getting thicker instead of dissipating, and Anchors begins to realize that he is in big trouble. The forest is burning. This is a problem.

Another rumbling sound came from deep underground. Lovely. These are two questions.