Twenty Sided Dice

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cpa300_4(); Siegel's roar has been heard by everyone, and no one has ever dared to speak like that in front of Kerry. There were angry roars all around, asking the great Khan to teach the knight from the south.

"Kill him!" someone shouted. Then it turned into a uniform cry, constantly echoing on the holy mountain.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Compared with the excited Guanzhong, the giant who was completely dominated by the power of the bloodline did not respond. He still stood there quietly, without saying a word. Kerry is taking the time to adjust the state of his muscles.

Kerry was originally a very fit person, and at his best he was like a walking muscle mountain. It's just that after becoming the leader, he stayed away from fighting and hunting, and became more prosperous than before, but he was still a rare strong man. But the current state is even more amazing: in front of the public, the fat on his body was rapidly consumed, and the lines belonging to the muscles have never been so clear. One by one, his muscles trembled in turn, as if some kind of machine was running a test step by step, adjusting to the best state.

Siegel's heart tightened, and a dangerous intuition made him back away immediately. In battle, he had always followed his instincts, because Sir Bill had told him that the body reacted faster than the mind.

In his eyes, Kerry only flickered slightly, and in the next instant, he rushed in front of him, and the spear also advanced to where he was standing just now. If he hadn't retreated in advance, he would have been impaled on the artifact.

Not having time to rejoice that he survived, Siegel immediately waved his weapon to fight back. When Kerry speeds up, then using simple dodge is courting death, and the only way to survive is to entangle. Of course, it must not be the entanglement of limbs and limbs, so that the power of the giant will soon be able to strangle Siegel. The so-called entanglement is to constantly change the center of gravity of the opponent's weapon, and use sticky and continuous methods to resolve the opponent's strength and speed.

This is no longer the martial arts of elves, but the combat skills of dwarves. The elves pay attention to one-shot escape, elegant and fast play. The dwarves are formed in groups, forming rows of battle lines. In the battle line, there are companions on the side and behind. Therefore, even in the face of a strong enemy, he cannot retreat. All efforts are made on the levers formed by the feet, waist and arms.

Siegel tried his best, seemingly restraining Kerry's martial arts, but he knew in his heart the shortcomings of this tactic. The sticking technique can entangle strong enemies. But it can't last, and it's hard to fight back alone. Dwarves need to rely on their companions to break out of such a stalemate, otherwise they will soon tire and reveal their weaknesses. How can there be a partner in a one-on-one duel? So we must look for opportunities and resolve everything decisively, Siegel told himself.

It's too late to say. From standing apart, to fighting again, to now forming a deadlock again, a series of changes are dazzling. Some were surprised, some were happy, and some were full of worry. Myrcella hugged the child tightly, if it weren't for the temperature of the swaddling clothes, she might have passed out long ago. After the competition, Kerry became the Khan King, like a changed person, extremely powerful. The idea of ​​​​attacking the elves was forcibly pushed, and many tribes were not afraid of trouble, and they kept shouting and cheering.

She also tried to exhort. But Kerry stood his ground. In the tribe, as a wife, although you can give advice, the more important thing is to obey, especially the matter of riding a horse, which belongs to men. Seeing that Kerry's brows were wrinkled, and he was about to reach the brink of anger, Myrcella didn't dare to say anything more, and could only secretly instruct to do battle reconnaissance to reduce the risk of war.

She had a vague sense that something was wrong, but she didn't understand how magic worked. There is no way to solve it. Seeing that Siegel and Kerry were in a ball, she didn't know how to face it, and could only silently pray in her heart that the two of them would be safe in the end.

In the field, Siegel's tactics played a very good role. And Kerry responded. He no longer uses the Frost Divine Spear as his main attack weapon, and instead uses both hands to hold it with one hand. With his strength, one hand does not affect the threat of the weapon very much, but one hand can be spared. The long spear and the long sword were still intertwined, and at the same time, the giant's iron fist kept swinging at Siegel.

"I am the king of the steppe!" shouted the giant to Siegel. "I am the king! I am the king! I am the king!"

"Don't say it three times." Siegel twisted his body and broke free from the giant palm. But his sleeve was torn off. one arm*.

The spear was swung, and the ice flakes were as sharp as a dagger, slicing open wounds on the skin, and blood flowed. Siegel didn't seem to feel it, and he focused all his energy on his opponent.

Because of the close distance, Kerry planned to capture Siegel to immobilize the nimble warrior, and then pierce him with a spear. Siegel couldn't compare his strength directly with him. If he threatened the giant's hand with a long sword, he would have nothing to block the ice spear.

No, he still has a weapon. Siegel thought of this suddenly, and his momentary absence cost him another sleeve. There were more and more wounds, all caused by the constantly flying borneol daggers. Blood dripped from his forehead, neck, arms, chest and thighs, splashing around his feet. The blood was frozen together with the snow, ground to a smooth red ice surface by the boots.

The giant shrank back, then gained speed like a tight bowstring, and swooped in. The spear's thrust was the first to arrive and was swayed by Siegel with his long sword, but the giant palm grabbed Siegel's neck with the power of ice. The mage lost his balance, and he didn't have time to dodge.

But it is not impossible to fight back. Siegel took advantage of raising his leg, took out an obsidian dagger from his boot, and blocked it in front of the giant palm.

Sharp daggers can score adamantine gold, and the bloodline power of the frost giants has never been known for its tough skin. The dagger penetrated the palm of the hand, straight through, and a black fang emerged from the back of the hand.

I thought that this would make the giant stop, but he didn't even snort, and the pain of the dagger still grabbed it.

Siegel tried to back up, but the ice below his feet made him stagger half a step, not completely out of the threat range.

The hilt of the obsidian dagger focused on the bridge of his nose, and he could clearly hear the sound of the fracture. The soreness is nothing at this time, the blurred vision of the eyes is the most terrible thing. His normal vision was hazy with tears and blood, so he had to activate his spiritual vision, at least he could see the outline of his opponent.

"I'm the king of the prairie!" Kerry roared, pulled out the dagger in his palm, and threw it at Siegel. The obsidian dagger was just a vague shadow in the vision, and Siegel could only guess its general direction, and then used his long sword to poke it away.

The giant took this opportunity to sweep with its spear, just hitting Siegel's hamstring. This is a place that is not easy to bear, and Siegel swayed a few times. Falling on his back to the ground.

Mana couldn't help but exclaimed, shouting hoarsely: "Get up, get out of the way!"

Siegel was in a very bad position right now, and his legs were sore and numb. There was almost no feeling under the knee. The giant Kerry would not miss this opportunity, using the spear as a stick, constantly smashing it down, blocking possible escape directions. As he smashed, he shouted loudly: "I am the king! I am the king of the grassland!"

Although block with a longsword. But the huge force still hit Siegel. This time, he couldn't unload the force and could only rely on his body to bear it. Siegel only felt that the ice beneath him shattered, melted, mixed with the soil and squeezed out. He was like falling into a pit, getting deeper and deeper, and the space for activities was getting smaller and smaller.

The midday sun peeked out from behind the clouds, just above the two of them. There is only this beam of light shot from the sky on the entire holy mountain, which just scatters on the shoulders of the giant Kerry, making him like a **** descending to earth. The dazzling light shot straight into Siegel's eyes, and Kerry became a dark shadow. Details can no longer be discerned.

"I am the king of the prairie!" he roared again. The three spirits have descended on the blessing, and this beam of sunlight clearly shows their attitude: bless the giant Kerry and help him defeat his opponent.

The mud pit under his body was already half a foot deep, like a coffin. Siegel had already sensed the earth's intention to devour him, and the sky and freedom were getting farther and farther away. He scolded the three spirits in his heart. They were all ignorant things. Do you want to let his people die? Without the source of belief, what would the Three Spirits be left with? ! At this time, he also helped the giant Kerry, who had a brain cramp, what did he mean?

Siegel couldn't see where the spear was, but he could see his general posture from Kerry's figure. A ruthless force burst out from the mage's heart. He kicked Kerry's knee.

The sudden attack full of anger wounded the giant's joints, and the king of the steppe fell to one knee. He glared at the opponent who had fallen in the mud pit, his whole body covered in red, determined to end this long-lasting duel. He is protected by three spirits. The situation is completely dominant, absolutely invincible!

Siegel saw an opportunity.

The giant kneeling on the ground means that the distance is getting closer, and its height and arm length and the length advantages of the Ice Spear are all lost. Siegel tore off the rags from his chest, exposing his strong chest, and roared loudly: "Damn Prairie King! Where does the power come from? Is loudness powerful? Vigor is invincible? Just an ignorant idiot!"

Kerry straddled Siegel. Grab the spear with both hands and thrust it downward as if using a great sword. "I am the King of the Prairie...!"

The tip of the ice spear collided with Xingzhichen's sword, and there was no difference between the two, only the dazzling sparks burst out.

"I am the king of the grassland!"

The two weapons intersected again, and both were still unharmed. Siegel was hit with a mouthful of blood by the force of the shock, but he felt that his heart and lungs were blocked and the rhythm of breathing and heartbeat returned to normal.

Kerry raised the ice spear high again, still shouting the slogan.

The clouds closed and the sun was gone, and Siegel could see the giant again.

Without the shoulder halo, he's just a strong, dumb guy who needs help.

Siegel smiled, like a prophetic spell, seeing what was going to happen in the next few seconds. From which angle the spear was inserted, and how to resist it with the long sword, every action and detail was clear and unambiguous.

But he didn't want to.

With his elbows on the edge of the mud puddle, Siegel propped himself up. At the moment when the spear was inserted, he let go of the star dust and moved his body slightly.

The smile disappeared from his face, all the flesh and skin, all the internal organs in the skeleton disappeared in an instant.

The ice spear passed through the middle of the ribs, UU reading www.uukanshu. com shattered two of them, but Siegel's movement protected the spine, otherwise he couldn't make the next move.

The spear plunged into the mud pit and plunged deep into the ground. Kerry wasn't expecting such a change, fatigue took the feeling out of control in his hands, and so did his body balance.

The giant slumped forward, and Siegel's skeleton hand slammed down on his forehead.

The green plasma pattern glowed dazzlingly, lightning erupted in the mud pit, and the loud rumbling sound was endless, and bystanders didn't know whether to close their eyes or cover their ears.

Siegel's incantation overwhelmed everything: "Release the mind!"

At the same time, the sharp spear burst out with a powerful ice force because it penetrated the enemy, freezing Siegel and the mud pit together, leaving only the two hands pressed on the corner of Kerry's eyebrows outside.

The green plasma energy was exhausted, and the elemental power that had been converted in large quantities turned into bursts of blue smoke, which emerged from the center of Siegel's bone palm.

Everything stopped.

"I am the king of the prairie..." Kerry said. (To be continued.)