Grandmaster Hunter of Age of Mythology

After hearing the tribal rules of the barbarians, the two indeed left. Kashin breathed a sigh of relief. He did not want to cause any more trouble. If these male favorites came to bully him, he would fight to the death!

Kashin quickly directed the soldiers around him to put on the extremely heavy armor. Just as he was about to install some more weight-bearing iron blocks on the heavy armor to further increase his burden, he suddenly caught a glimpse of two familiar figures coming back.

Kashin's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a disdainful sneer.

However, he pretended to be calm and continued to give orders to the soldiers around him, asking them to keep increasing the weight.

After a while, a sturdy iron frame was placed firmly on his back and fastened with strong belts. Then, pieces of pig iron weighing fifty kilograms were piled on the iron frame like a mountain.

At this time, the two men had come close, and one of them said with a smile: "Hey, brother Man Dou, don't rush! We two brothers are thinking of sparring with you. I wonder if you have the courage to accept the challenge?"

Kashin pretended to be timid and said: "No, I can't beat you warriors. Besides, the gods decide life and death. If there is no respected priest present, I dare not duel, so... don't make it difficult for me."

The two looked at each other and smiled: "Hahaha, tribal warriors have a lot of rules? Okay, we want a highly respected priest? Does a steward count? He is equivalent to your patriarch and has a very high status..."

Kashin then raised his head and said seriously: "If someone asks the gods to make the decision, I will not be afraid. I have been loyal to the gods all my life and treated people sincerely. With the gods' blessing, I will not lose..."

Seeing that Kashin agreed to the duel, one of the male favorites smiled and said: "I will invite the butler and all the knights to watch the fight, brother, you can have a good fight with them."

The male favorite with a beautiful mustache said in a relaxed manner: "Go ahead, I'll go to the training ground to prepare. We still have to drink tonight! Let's finish the competition early and drink to our heart's content..."

Then the man with the mustache ordered the soldiers to unload Kashin's equipment and let him rest. He then pretended to ask Kashin what kind of weapons he was good at just as a casual chat.

Kashin said: "I usually use a stone axe, but now it has been sold by its owner, and my beloved stone axe is no longer with me. As for your weapons, I probably don't recognize them, so I can just take one that suits me when the time comes."

"Brother Man Dou, please choose carefully! Let's have a fair fight, I don't want to take advantage of you..."

Kashin remained silent at this moment. After taking off the heavy armor, he followed the man with a mustache to the training ground. They each put on their own battle armor, which was far inferior to the alchemical leather armor from the Magic Island.

It didn't matter anyway, it would be done quickly, and the equipment didn't matter. The weapons room had all kinds of weapons.

The mustache man put on heavy armor, holding a heavy lance and a heavy shield. This was a top-level heavy cavalry configuration, and he chose cavalry warfare.

Kashin had no choice. None of the mounts here were ones he had trained, so there was no way they could be used in cavalry combat. The outcome could only be decided by fighting on foot, which was simply unfair.

Kashin, who changed into heavy armor, ordered the soldiers: "Three brothers, take off your heavy armor for me. Change into light armor, leather armor will also do..."

"What? Lord Mandou, you absolutely can't do that! If you are not adequately protected, your life will be in great danger! Please be sure to wear heavy armor. Even if you are seriously injured, at least you can save your life..." a soldier persuaded anxiously.

However, Kashin interrupted without hesitation:

"Shut up! Stop talking! I don't even have a decent mount. Even if I did, with my riding skills, I can't take advantage of heavy armor on the battlefield.

Wearing heavy armor now will not only not help me, but will become a burden. Take off this heavy armor quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, Man Dou quickly took action and took off his heavy armor piece by piece.

The soldiers on the side looked at each other. Although they were worried, they did not dare to disobey the order. They could only watch Man Dou put on light leather armor.

After Kashin put on the leather armor, he tried to move his body and felt quite flexible. As for the weak protective ability, he chose to ignore it completely.

After all, speed and agility are the most critical factors for him at this moment.

Then, Kashin strode into the armory. As soon as he entered, he saw his opponent, the mustache, sitting upright on a chair, wearing heavy armor, with a few soldiers beside him carefully fanning him to cool him down, while he himself was leisurely tasting fine wine, looking very comfortable.

"Brother Man Dou, are you planning to duel with me dressed like this? Haha, with such thin equipment, I'm afraid you'll fall to the ground with just one charge from me. Take my advice and put on heavy armor quickly, or you'll lose too badly later!" The man with a mustache sneered jokingly.

Facing the other party's provocation, Kashin did not get angry, but just smiled and responded:

"I know very little about cavalry warfare, let alone owning my own mount. Even if I wear heavy armor, my speed will be greatly affected when I run, and it will drop sharply. It is better to go into battle lightly like now, so that I can have more flexibility."

Hearing this, the contempt on the mustache's face became even stronger. In his eyes, this guy in front of him obviously had no orthodox military training, and he dared to disregard the protective measures in battle, which was simply seeking his own death.

He could even imagine the bloody scene that was to follow - the moment he launched the charge, this ignorant fellow was instantly knocked flying, his body twisted and deformed in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, turning into a pool of bloody meat.

Thinking of this, the mustache man couldn't help but shook his head and sighed in his heart: What a pity to waste a fresh life...

Kashin scanned the dazzling array of weapons on the weapon rack with his sharp eyes, and finally fixed his sight on a long-handled mace. He reached out and grasped the handle, lifted it lightly, and felt the weight of the weapon.

After some estimation, he found that its center of gravity was perfectly balanced. There was no doubt that this was definitely a powerful weapon that could be used with ease.

For Kashin, if the hammer technique he had practiced hard could be performed with the help of this long-handled mace, it would definitely be incredibly powerful.

Especially when facing the enemy's cavalry charge like a storm, this long-handled weapon can play a huge role.

After all, cavalrymen often rely on the speed and powerful impact of their mounts to gallop across the battlefield and be unstoppable.

However, as long as Kashin held the mace tightly in his hand, he would have enough confidence to resist their attack.