Chapter 175 Ancient and Recent Hatred
After the victory of Prince Caledoron, the originally calm Dream Sea began to stir up waves, waves crashing on the cliff, as if the gods were praising this man's bravery.
With the cheers of the Sons of Ulthuan and the lapping of the waves, Druzi fell into the same situation as Assur just now, that is, silence.
But soon a path opened up between them, and encouragement and admiration appeared in the warrior's body.
A Druzi driving a cold lizard chariot appeared in front of the battle, and the attendant next to him was holding a hydra flag. He was obviously a noble of Krakalond.
He stepped off the chariot, took the hydra flag from the attendant, and walked towards Masno, "I remember you, Dragon Prince Masno, you killed my father in the previous war."
" I am Vraks of the Hell Calamity family, and I am also the one who beheaded you." The nobleman of Krakarond planted the battle flag on the ground. This battle has become a battle of honor. He will use Druzi Six The flag of a large city serves as a symbol.
Imrik, who was watching on the spot while riding Motelius, nodded to Elvis and asked him to pass the fire dragon flag to Masno in the open space. This championship duel began to become more and more interesting. The ancient and new hatreds can’t wait to be resolved at this moment.
Elvis took the flag from the flag officer, then the horse galloped to Masno's side and solemnly placed the fire dragon flag in his hand.
The flagpole made of steel made a thumping sound when it was inserted into the ground, facing the hydra battle flag of Krakarond. The loser will have the flag taken away by the enemy, which is a huge shame for the family.
"Masno, son of Bilder Jean." As the final exchange ended, Masno assumed a fighting stance.
The horn sounded again, and under the eager eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, the two started a true duel, not just a joke like before.
Vraks used a heavy single crisp sword instead of the sword and shield that the Druchi nobles were good at. Judging from the clean and neat action of attacking Masno's fatal vitals when swinging the sword, it was obvious that he had received the training from Hargansi. Executioner's training.
There were wails when the single crisp knife was swung out, as if countless souls were imprisoned in it. This was after Vraks beheaded hundreds of Chaos prisoners with his own hands, and used their hearts as the material for the furnace fire, and their blood to temper the knife. Under dark magic the soul is trapped in the knife.
When it hit Masnow's raised shield, a gray illusory face appeared like smoke, driven by magic to break through the fragile wooden dragon pattern shield.
But this shield seems to be like a wall of sighs, which prevents these undead from breaking through while lamenting the fate of being imprisoned here.
Masnow did not choose to attack aggressively. Instead, he chose a more conservative fighting style and figured out Frax's fighting style bit by bit.
Blue Fury only pushes back the opponent who is too close, and his entire body is protected by the shield.
"Facing me, how can a coward like you kill my father!" Flax was very angry by Masno's turtle-like fighting style. He knew that he was gradually falling behind, and his combat experience was too different. Although it seemed that he was suppressing the Dragon Prince in front of him, the rhythm of the battle fell into the hands of the enemy.
Every time the shield blocked the attack of the sword in his hand, the long sword glowing with ice would immediately thrust out, making it impossible for Vraks to pursue the victory and continue the offensive. If it was consumed for a long time, his physical strength would be exhausted quickly.
"Then as you wish." Masno behind the shield responded to Flax. The ice crystal holy sword hidden in the shadow emerged from the cold air. The moment he finished speaking, the cold magical blade ignored the five-meter-high distance, drawing a semicircle in space.
A mark appeared on Vraks's neck, and his blood had solidified. He stood holding a single sword high, standing like a sculpture. The elves with outstanding eyesight had already seen that his hair and eyebrows were covered with ice slag. . After killing Vraks instantly with one blow, Masnow didn't even look at him. He walked to the hydra flag behind his opponent and swung his sword again.
The ice crystal sword cut off the steel flagpole, and the flag slowly fell in front of the two armies. The crisp echo when it hit the ground filled everyone's ears.
After cutting off the enemy's flag, Masnuo didn't even pick it up as a trophy. He stood still and continued to look at Druchi's army. He raised his sword and shouted the Caledonian battle cry, "Vani, Varni!"
Obviously
! This battle has turned into a ring battle with his participation, and he is confident that he can defeat any enemy.
The Caledor soldiers behind him also received encouragement, and raised their right hands together with the dragon lord, shouting, "Vani, Varni!" The war
cry covered up all the sounds for a while, and Imri Ke is waiting. If Malekith doesn't follow the rules and prepares to attack directly, he must first bring Masno back, and then blow his head off.
But the Witch King was not at all timid about this championship showdown. With the movements of his steel hands, a powerful spell was cast on Julian Poison Blade.
Malekith felt the power of Masnow's ice crystal sword, and perhaps some suitable means were needed to allow him to dedicate that artifact to the monarch of all elves.
With the end of the spell casting, sitting on the Iron Throne carried by dozens of strong slaves, the Witch King said to his champion warrior, "Urian, bring victory to me."
Julian felt a layer of blood appear on his body. With extremely strong protective magic, this armor modeled after the Midnight Armor is as powerful as the prototype and can ignore many injuries.
"Yes, I will cut off the head of the enemy warrior and present it to you." The
two long knives in his hands rubbed sparks, and Yurian was not happy. Even if he won this championship, he might be as standing as Kuran. On Malekith's right hand, he received the supreme honor, but for some reason he still didn't feel happy at all.
"Perhaps I know what I want." Julian laughed at himself for a moment, then rode his horse to the center position in response to the Caledonian war cry.
After Julian appeared, Imrik could clearly feel the anger of everyone behind him, especially the veteran Randy beside him. His hand was already on the sword, and he barely restrained himself by reaching out to signal.
After the elf named Italis defected, a series of things he did in Ulthuan were investigated clearly. Murder, frame-up, cover-up...
Even if he was thrown into the Holy Fire of Asuryan and became the Phoenix King, he was charged with crimes that could not be forgiven. Everyone knew that he was the one who murdered the Eternal Queen and the Dragon Prince.
(End of chapter)