The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me Xi Wei Jinshi

This giant hammer has followed Duke Beifeng for more than 20 years.

It has been repaired repeatedly from an ordinary master-level weapon that is nothing. As the strength of the Duke of Beifeng increases, precious materials are constantly added to the repairs, and it has experienced various battlefields.

It has killed countless people and has advanced into a pseudo-hero weapon in blood and death.

The only difference from being a real hero is a soul core embedded in a weapon.

Only weapons with autonomous consciousness and the ability to increase the attributes of the user's whole body can be called heroes.

Before the hero level, no matter how sharp the weapons of all ranks are, they are just ordinary soldiers.

The Duke of Borei is going to behead Paul Wurth today!

Then ask a necromancer to strip Paul Wurth's soul and stuff it into his sledgehammer.

In order to pay homage to his son's soul in heaven!

"Roar!"

He raised his head and let out a roar, holding a sledgehammer in his hand. Regardless of the obstruction of the veterans around him, he jumped down the city wall in one step, and slammed towards Paul Wurter below the checkpoint like a meteor chasing the moon.

The wind whistled in his ears.

It was already hard to tell whether it was the roar of the old knight or the roar of the strong wind!

The Duke of Beifeng's own strength is a champion knight.

Although he is already old, he is suppressed at the sky level by the Moonlight Holy Well at this moment.

But since he was able to stay in this Narvit fortress for 28 years, it is enough to show that he is good.

Paul Wurth dared not take the hammer head on.

He never intended to face the old knight one-on-one.

His purpose has always been to trick the Duke of Beifeng's army down, bit by bit, and eat them all up by their numbers.

"Follow the Lord Duke to kill the enemy!"

"Come on!"

"Slay the rebels, guard the barrier!"

Seeing the Duke of Beifeng leaping off the city wall.

The loyal fortress veterans under Duke Beifeng's command also turned red-eyed.

They followed behind the Duke of Beifeng, jumped off the city wall of Kalanli without hesitation, and fought with the rebels from Kalanli.

"boom--!"

Masonry splashed and the ground cracked.

Duke Beifeng's sledgehammer missed Paul Wurt, but just made a big hole in the ground.

You must know that this is a very strong magic element obsidian ground.

Seeing that the Duke of Beifeng's hammer went down, the power was astonishing.

Paul Wurth completely refused to confront the Duke of Northwind head-on.

While avoiding the Duke of North Wind's pursuit, he looked around.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he raised his sword to block the giant hammer.

Then, with the force of the sledgehammer, he rolled a few times and came under the load-bearing column of the Narvit barrier.

"Old man, aren't you so strong? Throw it here if you have the ability!"

Paul Wurth smiled coldly, and taunted the Duke of Northwind loudly. He stood beside the load-bearing column, the long sword in his hand dangling, full of provocation.

"Does the terrain limit the weapons in my hand?"

The Duke of Beifeng stood up straight, with a "boom" of the giant hammer beside him.

He stared straight at Paul Wurth, who was hiding beside the load-bearing column, with extreme disgust and hatred.

"What you have done is simply a disgrace to being a knight. It is impossible for a person like you to gather the heart of a champion in his life."

"Besides, you don't think I won't fight without my giant hammer, do you?"

After speaking, the Duke of Beifeng let go of the hand holding the giant hammer, then reached his right hand into his waist and drew out a long sword.

He's really not that good with a sword.

But that doesn't mean he's afraid of Paul Wurth.

As the Duke of Beifeng, being dubbed "Northern Wind", he naturally has his own pride.

That is the north wind that brings endless chill to the enemy.

Now facing the same race, this gust of wind is blowing.

"boom--!"

This is the sound of air bursting.

The next moment, the figure of the Duke of North Wind had rushed towards Paul Wurth like a ghost, and at the same time the long sword in his hand was raised upwards.

Without the heavy shackles of a giant hammer.

The agility of Duke Beifeng has been greatly improved.

The attack surface of the long sword is much smaller than that of the hammer, but it is more flexible. With his agility, he doesn't have to worry about hitting the load-bearing pillar at all.

Not to be outdone, Paul Wurth went forward with the big sword in his hand, but he was also ready to retreat to the side of the load-bearing column at any time to avoid the fierce attack of the Duke of North Wind.

He is indeed not as upright as a knight, and has the mentality that I am invincible.

He was an orphan.

The only thing I believe in is the principle of living well by whatever means.

"Blah blah blah-"

"boom!"

In less than one breath, the two had already fought several times, and the long sword and epee collided together, making an eardrum-stinging sound.

Dust was flying around, and the dust that had been deposited for thousands of years was swept up by the strong wind blown by the two, gradually forming a foggy area.

"My lord, do you want to know how your son died?"

Paul Wurth wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He showed an opening just now, but he was caught by the more experienced Duke of Beifeng in an instant, and he slashed in his abdomen with a sword.

Although he was protected by the battle energy shield, he only scratched a little skin this time, but the remaining energy transmitted to his body made him very uncomfortable.

"Are you trying to mess with my mind by saying this?"

The Duke of Beifeng emerged from the dust, his stern eyes were still shining brightly through the dust, and the murderous intent in them could not be concealed at all.

"Did you know? Son of the North Wind, Queen Knight, your only son, your most beloved son, was smashed into a meat loaf by my sword!"

Paul Wurth laughed wildly, took two steps back and came to the side of the load-bearing column, looking warily at the old knight who was as ferocious as a lion.

"I will avenge him."

The face of Duke Beifeng twitched like a dead tree, and the murderous intent in his eyes deepened a bit, but he was not irritated by Paul Wurth's words.

"Really?"

Paul Wurth straightened up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to break the last line of defense in the Duke of Northwind's heart. Then, he sighed:

"Alas...but do you know? It is His Majesty's intention to kill your son and attack the barrier. I am just a pawn to follow orders."

The air instantly became cold and heavy at this moment.

Like the heart of an old knight.

The death of his son failed to break Duke Beifeng's defenses, but what Paul Wurth said just now pierced the old knight's heart with holes.

"This...it's impossible..."

The Duke of Beifeng shook his head, and the questioning words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

He had had such a guess long ago, but he never dared to believe it, until Paul Wurth said it himself and confirmed it, the only remaining belief in his heart finally completely collapsed.

"Clanging"

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The Duke of Beifeng stood there blankly, his calloused hands trembling, his already old figure bent a little bit, as if his spine had been crushed by something.

Dark clouds blocked the sun that had just risen in the morning.

It also covered the last glimmer of light in the old knight's eyes.

He devoted his whole life to his country.

And now, the country has betrayed him.