Twenty Sided Dice

On the day the prince's body was recovered, Kerry did not train, but attended a cremation burial ceremony, grieving with his father. Siegel and Janet also attended, offering their condolences and condolences to the loved ones of the deceased. Such a move has won the appreciation of many tribesmen, but no matter how much they appreciate it, the battle cannot be cancelled. Seven days have passed quickly, and the day of battle and trial has finally come. Nearly thirty chiefs of the tribe have brought their heirs and elders to the Jackdaw's camp, making the tents more crowded. These tribes are not monolithic, there are always various frictions between them, and some tribal conflicts have erupted between them. Chief Clough did his best to mediate the conflict between them, and let them watch Kerry and Siegel's battle trial, and he would say: "Let this be the way to resolve conflicts between tribes, and may you all live long, The tribe was able to multiply." As a result, most of the people came to the scene of the battle trial and surrounded the originally small open space.

The scene was full of noise, those in the back wanted to push forward, and those in the front tried to keep the size of the open space of the competition arena, so the people in the middle were miserable, only the excitement of watching the battle supported them. Even the chief's voice was suppressed, so he kept the story short and had to shout: "Let the battle begin!"

The two duelists squeezed into the arena from the crowd. Siegel was still with Janet, but she was overwhelmed by the crowd, and it took a while before she ran to the front. Siegel wears a breastplate, holds a shield, carries his machete, and wears easy-to-move loafers. His equipment aroused exclamations from the spectators. Several elders could see that this equipment was from the hand of the dwarf master, and it was extremely sophisticated and precious. Outside the armor, Siegel wore his gold belt, gleaming in the light of noonday's eyes. The Dwarven word for "Brave to the Top" is engraved on the belt, but only a few leaders understand the meaning of these words.

Kerry came lightly, naked and carrying a large bundle of spears. He stood across from Siegel like a hill made of muscle. He smeared the oil on his body to make the whole body appear smoother and more sexy. Although he didn't wear any clothes on his upper body, he had two metal rings on his wrists, with raised hemispherical bumps on them, and the surface was plated with copper. Each spear looks about the same, this time without the cloth wrapped around it.

The two stood on both sides of the field and checked their equipment for the last time. Siegel and Kerry came to the center of the arena, greeted each other, and gave each other a hug. Then the two of them would go to both sides of the field and wait for the battle to start.

"Under the watchful eyes of the spirit of nature, the spirit of ancestors, and the spirit of battle, if anyone has any objection to this duel, they can raise it now!" the chief shouted loudly, and the response to him was one after another, "Battle! Battle!" So the chief waved his hand and announced the start of the battle.

Siegel raised his shield and bent down to minimize the area of ​​the enemy. Since he can't possibly gain the advantage of distance and strength in any way, there is absolutely no way to make mistakes. Kerry swung the spear sideways and was slid away by the shield, then he stabbed straight at once, and then the shield blocked the blow. The two men tested each other, weapons constantly exchanged, again and again. Siegel tried to close the distance so that his machete could use its power. But Kerry kept stepping back, using sudden side jumps to keep his wingspan to his advantage. The current situation seems to be that the short Siegel is chasing the tall Kerry. The two of them shuttle back and forth in the field, and no one wants to show their flaws, so there is no head-to-head scene at all.

"Break him, giant, and smash that turtle shell!" someone in the audience shouted.

But neither of them were incited, nor were they in any hurry. They had been fighting for three days, and had certain judgments about the martial arts of both sides: Kerry's strength and Siegel's feint were not so easy to deal with. There is a more important reason: neither of them wants to fight for life and death, and neither of them wants to kill the killer.

But sometimes things don't go as expected. Whispers began to appear among the spectating leaders, and several young people complained: "This is the giant? This is the one who took the Black Wolf Princess?"

"Is that puffiness?" This sentence hurts the most.

The scimitar and the spear intersected again, then separated, and the two stood three paces away. "If it goes on like this for a day, there will be no winner or loser, and the audience will not be happy." Siegel said: "In the end, we will all be tired and hungry."

Kerry laughed, stuck his spear on the ground, and said, "If it's real, you won't be my opponent."

"Don't talk so early, I've killed a troll, and I'm about the same size as you." Siegel moved his neck, and the machete turned left and right on his wrist, reflecting a dazzling halo in the sun. Siegel struck his shield with his weapon, took a defensive posture, and said, "Come on!"

Kerry clenched his fists, let out a loud roar, and collapsed all the muscles in his body tightly. He squatted down slightly, then stomped on the ground and slammed out. The audience exclaimed, as if it was not Siegel who was charged by the giant, but the onlookers themselves. They all felt the ferocious momentum and subconsciously avoided sideways.

Siegel immediately turned to the right while dodging backwards. His machete didn't swing, just waiting for a better time to strike. The fist hit the shield, making a loud "dang" sound, like beating a gong. A dent appeared on the shield, and Siegel took two steps back before standing.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, and then saw the machete draw an arc and slash at Kerry's left rib. The giant was not in a hurry, he blocked the blow with his steel bracers, and the sparks splashed around, making a harsh "ding". Kerry reached out to grab him, but Siegel tumbled and dodged; the machete slashed toward his ankle, but was nearly trampled under his feet.

Kerry used both feet together, and the attack was fierce, but Siegel was very nimble, always able to circle around to block all attacks, staying on the side of the giant, and only facing one hand and one foot at the same time. Their eyes were fixed on their opponents, looking for the other's flaws—the ones that could win but not be fatal.

The sound of "ding ding ding dong" was incessant, and the ears of the onlookers began to feel uncomfortable. The competition field was dusty, and the two were in the center of the whirlwind, performing superb martial arts. Most of the people stared with bated breath, watching the battle intently, for fear of missing the most crucial moment to decide the outcome. However, several senior fighters saw the clue and found that the two were not dueling for life and death. They frowned and didn't talk much, just wondering how the fight would end.

Kerry turned around suddenly and attacked with both fists. His aim was not at Siegel, but at the dangling shield that was constantly reflecting and dangling. He even put down his entire body's defenses and was ready to trade his injuries for shields. Siegel hesitated for a moment, but still didn't slash the machete at the giant's waist. With this hesitation, his shield was blown to pieces with a loud bang.

Siegel was also tossed out, but it just took off most of the impact. Kerry took a step and suddenly realized that he didn't feel like he was hit by a knife. So he stopped again and looked at Siegel with complicated eyes.

"I'm so tired I'm sweating." Siegel put the machete aside first, untied the remaining straps and fragments of the shield from his arm, then took off his breastplate and handed it to the little boy standing on the sidelines. cat. "Why is the weather so hot today? It wasn't like this two days ago. Isn't it already autumn?"

"The weather is a bit abnormal." Kerry stood still, rubbing his numb fists, and said, "After the fight is over, I'll give you a shield."

"No, I'm actually not very good at using shields, and it's cooler to take off my armor. I found that when you get hit by your fist, it's almost the same with or without armor, so I don't waste good things." Siegel Said: "Speaking of good things, I actually brought some peppers with me, so I can have a good barbecue."

"I'm looking forward to it!" After speaking ~www.readwn.com~ the two rushed together again.

I don't know what kind of steel the giant's bracers are made of, which can withstand the many times of the machete's slashing. With the gold stars popping up, Siegel noticed that his machete was starting to chip, and it might soon be unusable. Before he knew it, Siegel began to use his weapons carefully, which gradually put him at a disadvantage. Kerry kicked, right on Siegel's wrist, and he only felt the pain. The giant stepped forward and grabbed Siegel's weapon. He had to let go and quickly rolled forward, dodging Kerry's attack from the side.

The machete was caught by the giant and threw it to the kitten.

The audience cheered loudly, feeling that Kerry's victory was almost within reach. In terms of empty hands, how could that nimble boy be the opponent of the giant. Taking advantage of the situation, the giant pursued, using his feet as a weapon, and stomping down hard. Siegel tumbled, constantly changing positions, rolling up puffs of dust on the ground. He looked very embarrassed, like a chicken being chased and flapping wildly, but he managed to hold on. Janet's heart was in her throat.

'We have to find a way to change this situation! ' Siegel observed the battlefield, calculated the space to avoid, and looked around for help. He took a hard kick and rolled over to the bundle of spears that Kerry had dropped on the ground. He picked up the spear in both hands, turned around and swept it, and squatted up by taking advantage of the space where Kerry was dodging, and finally moved back to a slight disadvantage.

Immediately afterwards, in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Siegel used the same spear martial arts as Kerry, stabbing, sweeping or smashing, with fast lightning hidden in arcs after arcs. Kerry quickly put away his underestimation. He found that Siegel's spear technique was growing rapidly, and it was becoming more and more difficult for him to use it.