Twenty Sided Dice

It was quiet in Shaq Manor, and there was not a single figure on the entire lawn. The moon in the sky cast a bright light, but behind Siegel and Dorn it left a long dark shadow. The two stepped on the stone stairs in front of the gate one after the other.

There were two statues of cheetahs in front of the door, and when Siegel approached, they turned their heads, their eyes glowed yellow, and their claws kept raking on the ground. There are also some living statues hidden under the cornices between each floor of the house, but they are not as big as cheetahs, mainly in the form of small birds and bats. This is Shaq Manor's first line of defense.

The gate has layers of magic spells that require the power of the priest of the murdering **** to fully unravel. The servant who wants to come here should have the key or secret language to enter and exit, otherwise it will be too cumbersome to use in daily life.

Siegel took a glance and recognized three offensive spells: Pyroblast, a falling from the sky, a force field punch that pushed outward, and Flash Dust to deal with stealth. There should be about three or four remaining spells, and Siegel couldn't stop and look closely.

The interior of the house was brilliantly lit. Forty candles and six oil lamps were lit in a hall that was only ten meters long and wide. But apart from the extravagant lighting, there are no other decorations here, but it looks empty. The floor was cold marble, and it was winter and there was no carpet; the curtains were only a thin layer of sackcloth, neither velvet nor a bit of lace for decoration; the walls were blank, with no portraits or tapestries, no flags or weapons. The whole room can't see green, can't smell the fragrance of flowers, it can be described as very shabby.

"I'm starting to doubt your ability to pay." Siegel looked around. "This place is designed to **** off thieves. It's bright and shiny."

"You're joking. Light reassures us, but excessive decoration can be distracting." Donne pointed to the small door beside the stairs and said, "Please come this way, Mr. Jay."

"Won't you show me this house?"

"You'll stay here for a long time, and there's a chance to see it." Donne took the lead. He reached out and pushed open the door.

Behind the door is a dark staircase with spiral iron steps leading down. There is no lighting in here, and it is very dark next to the brightly lit hall. Fortunately, there is a mosaic on the wall of the stairwell. The wipe is very clean, so outside light is scattered here. At least let people see the road under their feet.

Donne walked down first, followed by Siegel.

"Although the lights are bright outside, it's still pitch black inside." Siegel stroked the wall of the passage with his hand, leaving traces of magical energy on it secretly. The spell he left behind will gradually gather the power of the earth element, and when it encounters the detection magic spell, it will emit a signal, so that others can easily find the passage here.

"We have been misunderstood a lot by the world, but with the expansion of Solidarity, everything will slowly get better." Donne was confident. Never mind what Siegel said. "Compared with other church organizations, our Solidarity Association is the most able to unite the people and has the most vitality."

"I've heard a lot of jokes, and you're the funniest," Siegel said deliberately to stir his emotions. It is very difficult to cast mind control spells on a priest of the gods, so he must first understand the shortcomings of Dorne's character and the laws of cognition before he can be targeted. Pride and anger are brothers that go hand in hand and are the entry point for many mind control spells, so Siegel said, "Your delusions don't really make sense, and the standard of living in Cabtown is still poor. I don't see unity. What effect will it have. Everyone's titles have been improved a lot, but the dukes and earls can't even exchange shit, let alone fill their stomachs."

"Your vision is too narrow," Donne said. "You don't see the whole picture."

He pushed open the iron door at the end of the spiral staircase and led Siegel into a huge cave. The entire cave is underground, extending over a thousand meters, with only four pillars over twenty meters high, supporting the top of the cave from the ground. The pillars were studded with luminous staves of inextinguishable flames, and some flaming braziers provided light. In this cave, there are more than 400 full-body armored warriors, half of them are training, and the other half are making weapons and armor by the fire. The light of the brazier danced on their bright armor. The whole space reverberated with metal percussion and one after another slogans, which were very noisy.

Siegel narrowed his eyes. Some vents are found on the ceiling and walls, and you can feel the rapid in and out of the air element. There is one that leads to the cliff. That's the one he and Yao En found. I don't know how the gnomes will act in the end, I hope they are all well.

"This is the strength of our unity to keep our existence and our ideals safe from evil. The elves drive us from our homes, and this will not happen again! We will crush those with invincible iron hooves. Heads with pointy ears, drag them out of tree nests and throw them into concentration camps. Sing poetry? Only labor can bring them back to the truth of life, which is..."

"Life? They're elves, and they have nothing to do with humans." Siegel interrupted him deliberately. "Aren't these armors all that sticky jelly?"

Donne took a deep breath, instantly suppressed his excitement, and put on a faint smile again. He said: "Of course, these are our soldiers. The power of the gods is beyond your imagination, and the mortals can not fight against it. Kaibu Town is only the first step, our soldiers can grow infinitely, steel Are there any resisters under the torrent?"

"These soldiers are not very good." Siegel curled his lips: "Their armor is shoddy, it's okay to scare farmers, and they can't even stop arrows on the battlefield. As for the martial arts of these people, it is even worse to a certain extent. - Except for putting on airs, I'm afraid even a chicken can't be stabbed to death."

"You can't say that a baby can't run in the future just because he can't roll over." Dorn took Siegel's men down the steps and into the cave. He waved his hand to let the Tin Woodmen clear a field, then stopped.

"What, fighting here?" Siegel moved his wrists and said to Donne: "It's better to start early, this cold place makes me uncomfortable, and I'm starting to miss my little Lily."

"Don't try to touch her with your hand." Donne snorted coldly: "Your first opponent is our Iron Warrior."

"Hey, I'm here to find the assassin who attacked the Elf Forest. I'm not here for the wax oil dummy. These weird things can't be exchanged for bounties!"

"This is the territory of the Solidarity Association. First, I have to teach you basic manners!"

The full-armored warrior said nothing, and the flat-end sword rushed up from behind Siegel. The sound of his footsteps was drowned out by the clutter of noise around him. But the disturbance of the air still gave Siegel enough warning. Without looking back at all, he suddenly took a step to the side. It caused the opponent to change the direction of the charge, but he immediately bounced back, using the elf pace to hide to the other side.

The quick change of moves made the full-body armored warrior flutter in the air, and the long sword just hit the air. He stood still in one step, his knees and waist exerted force, turning stabs into horizontal slashes. The armored warriors didn't have time to form a second offensive, and Siegel moved too fast. He grabbed his arm behind his head, and a light flashed through his white hair. Then the long sword slashed down, just in time to slash the hands of the full-body armored warrior wielding the sword. There was only a squeaking sound, and two severed hands and a long sword fell to the ground one after another, making a few crisp sounds.

Siegel reluctantly squatted down slightly with the power of the downward slash, and then exerted force like a spring. The long sword pierced through the chest and abdomen of the thin-skin armor, and it came straight through. Blood spurted out, then gradually lost its color and gradually became transparent. Siegel drew his sword and stood back to his original position, and kicked the corpse of the broken-handed Tin Woodman far away.

"It's useless to tell you that. It's just scaring." Siegel's contemptuous smile pierced into Dorne's eyes, his sleeves clenched into fists. When Regis reported to him, he said that this man was good, but he did not expect to be so much better than the first batch of fighters.

Donne knew his own inadequacies. It's just that he has too little knowledge in combat and so on. He can come up with the idea of ​​Solidarity, he can plan some tricks, but after all, he has not been trained as a knight, and he has never been on the battlefield, so he feels that all sword skills are similar, and he can't distinguish between good and bad. The holy man of the **** of murder entrusted him with training glue man warriors, and he captured the old teacher of Cabo Castle.

So the first batch of glue people all used the most standard basic swordsmanship. In the eyes of experts, there is no change and lack of spirituality, and it is easy to predict their next move.

"Don't waste your time and my patience. These tin guys haven't been able to change my manners and character." Siegel pointed at Dorne with his long sword, his eyes seemed to be emitting flames: "Give me those heads Bring it up. Otherwise I'll turn all these iron sheets into scrap metal."

"Speak up!" The five full-body armored warriors made a sound at the same time, and then rushed up together. Two of them took the horn position, two took the plow position, and the other held the two-handed sword over his head. Take the top position. Siegel sneered, pointed his sword to the ground, and responded with a cheat position that was easy to defend and counterattack.

The move used in the top position is a vertical split, and Siegel is the first to rush to him. A slightly sloping vertical chop fell towards the corner of his eye, as Siegel had expected. With a sway, he used turning and sideways to pass the sword's edge. He didn't even fight back with the long sword in his hand, but took out a dagger from his belt. After the opponent slashed with the swords in both hands, there was absolutely no defense above the chest, and the dagger stabbed twice in the gap between his throat and visor.

The horn-shaped slash struck, and two crossed white lights tried to block Siegel's space. But he used elven steps to crash into the arms of the already dead Tin Woodman, and used him as a shield. His dagger was still stuck in the gap of his visor, so he used it as a handle and pulled it sideways. Siegel kicked the hook, causing the dead man to lose his balance and turn into a steel pillar leaning over. With the power of the shoulder slam, the dead man was thrown at the two warriors who were slashing diagonally.

The two slashed rigidly on the dead man's armor before being knocked back and staggered. Siegel raised his sword, pulled it diagonally, and slid away from the fourth man's attack. Another jab from the plow at the waist was blocked by his armor. Siegel turned a half circle, relied on the rotation method to release the force of the straight stabbing attack, and solved one more with the dagger.

In a one-on-one fight, the Tin Woodman won't have any advantage. Siegel tackles one more when the two knocked-down guys find their way back into attacking positions. This time, he didn't even care about the two full-armor opponents, but walked straight to Dorne.

"You've managed to mess with me, pastor without ears." Siegel said, "No one can save you this time." (To be continued.)

ps: Several poses of German two-handed swordsmanship.