Start with the Eye of Sauron

Duncan kept the barrel of the gun straight, pointing madly at Soros.

The long spear kept looking for the flaws in Soros' body. Soros held his breath and took the tricky guns that surrounded him from all directions.

Duncan has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his spear is almost flawless. Under his pressure, Soros has already plowed two clear bloodstains on his body, and there are more than a dozen white spots on his breastplate.

Heartbroken, Soros saw Duncan's spear stabbing again, shook his lower body fiercely, and the horse under his crotch jumped out.

Taking this opportunity, Soros raised his two-handed sword fiercely, and a huge force passed into Duncan's arms. Duncan, who had been maintaining an offensive posture, couldn't hold the spear in his hand for a while, and then The spear was picked up and flew into the air.

Seeing the long spear flying into the air, Soros was overjoyed, and was about to jump a little higher to catch it, but his body was hit by a thick body.

Duncan tried his best to press his horse's back and jumped out. The fierce horse neighed and galloped forward.Duncan bumped into Soros' back. Soros lost his center of gravity and was knocked off his horse.

Even if Soros was at the peak of strength and two-handed sword proficiency, Duncan's fighting experience on the battlefield was not comparable to Soros. He fell off Soros and stepped on Soros' right hand.

Soros was in pain, and unconsciously let go of his palms. Duncan kicked those two-handed swords away, turned around holding Soros, and punched him in the face!

Naturally, Soros would not be so easily stunned. He had come to his senses since the two-handed sword was kicked away.Seeing Duncan turn himself over, Soros kicked Duncan hard on the back.

Duncan was kicked and rushed forward. Soros took the opportunity to bend his legs and rolled up. He was about to pull off the staff on the right side of the horse.

Duncan turned around and hugged him, throwing him to the ground again.

When fighting Duncan hand-to-hand, Soros felt like facing a bear who knew martial arts.The opponent is full of brute force and rich in fighting experience, and will not give him the slightest chance to breathe.

The armor on the left chest was punched, and it was sunken with a bang. Thoros was so angry that he grabbed Duncan's helmet and pulled it hard.

Duncan's neck was so hanging that he didn't break it. Soros held the helmet in his hand. Duncan covered his neck and shook his head.Soros half-bowed and punched Duncan in the face!
Duncan was knocked aside, and Soros didn't care about the weapon that fell tens of meters away. He seized the opportunity and rode on Duncan.

When he landed on Duncan, Duncan suddenly gave Soros a hard headbutt, hitting Soros on the forehead.

Soros really didn't expect that Duncan could come up with such a trick. He still wears a helmet now, and Duncan no longer has a helmet.

Shocking Soros for a moment, Duncan pulled Soros' breastplate and pulled it hard. Soros fell to his knees, and the plate armor on his chest was directly ripped off.Immediately afterwards, Duncan punched Soros with two punches, followed by a flying kick.

The armor on his chest was removed, and he was punched and kicked directly. Soros felt dizzy and coughed up a big mouthful of blood. He tried to stand up, but felt a sharp pain in his ribs.

Looking at the rushing Duncan, Soros tried his best to straighten his body, and with the strength of his waist, he gave a crazy side kick, kicking Duncan who came to him flying four or five meters away.

The side kick caused the wound, and Soros almost didn't hurt enough to kneel down, so he didn't use the secondary healing technique on himself.

After being beaten like this, Soros was already full of anger. He rushed towards Duncan, and after a while, he kicked him to the ground again.

Kneeling on Duncan's body, Duncan stretched out his hands and directly grabbed Soros' neck. Enduring the pain of being unable to breathe, Soros put his palms horizontally and cut towards the sides of Duncan's neck.

This move was so vicious that Duncan collapsed on the ground, even though Soros punched him a dozen times without recovering.

The excruciating pain on Soros' body began to stimulate his nerves, and a frenzy of pleasure welled up in his heart. Looking at Duncan who could barely open his eyes, he tore off Duncan's breastplate and punched him hard. on his stomach.

Once again, the severe pain from his body woke Duncan up. He kicked Soros with his hind legs, and Soros went forward to lie down.

Soros had almost lost his mind, his body began to heat up, the scene in front of him had disappeared, only the figure who was still fighting against him appeared in front of his eyes.

"A man should be a man!"

With a roar, Soros raised his hand and slammed into Duncan's arms. He punched Duncan directly on the jaw.

Duncan, who was hit hard again, fainted and fell directly to the ground. Soros knelt on top of him and raised his hand again. . .

A long sword was swiped, and Soros' neck was directly cut open. He looked at a soldier who suddenly appeared in front of him in disbelief. The soldier looked at him with a ferocious face, and stabbed him again with the long sword in his hand.

"Secondary healing technique..."

Just when the sword tip was only an inch away from Soros' heart, a giant black wolf slammed the unknown soldier into the air, and Soros fell to the ground, silently heaving a sigh of relief.

The giant wolf grabbed him and threw him on his back. Soros looked at Duncan lying on the ground and patted the wolf on the back.

Suddenly, hundreds of knights charged towards the giant wolf. They quickly came to the vicinity of Duncan and pulled Duncan onto the horseback.

Soros was taken aback. The enemy still has such a well-formed team?
He turned his head and looked back. There were countless people lying on the ground, moans and screams everywhere, and there were very few people standing in front of the village.

"King Soros!"

A shout sounded from behind, and Soros looked back. Earl Nissun was leading a group of soldiers standing behind. The number of soldiers in that group was roughly estimated to be no more than 300.

"The other side is about to withdraw!"

Nissun rode a horse and quickly came to him. Soros sighed as he looked at the group of cavalry who kept retreating.

The opponent's commander has completely fallen, one has been knocked out by himself, and the other two have been captured.The rest had no choice but to retreat.

"It was a miserable victory."

Earl Nissun sighed, looking at the corpses all over the ground, Soros waved to the group of soldiers behind him blankly.

"Clear the battlefield, we won..."