Warhammer: I don’t want to be a can of worms! ! !

Endurance, Duel Cage.

Now.

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The usually bustling duel hall was now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Haznir and Corina stood in the center of everyone's attention, their half-open blades swaying brightly in the pale light.

However, everyone's eyes seemed to be focused on the duel cage, but in fact they were focused on the tall figure under the stage.

The original body sat motionless on the seat, like a dead corpse. The white smoke from the incense burner floated up slowly, and the yellow-green poisonous gas in the gas mask overflowed with the quiet breathing of the original body, covering his eyes.

After saying those words, Mortarion made no other moves.

The oppressive and gloomy atmosphere of the original body itself enveloped the entire hall.

"Buzz——"

The shrill bell rings!

Haznir was the first to break the silence, charging forward to attack, while Collina assumed his classic defensive stance, epee raised, waiting for the enemy to attack.

When Haznir got close and slashed a scythe, there was no response as expected. Collina quickly turned sideways to avoid the scythe, and at the same time, the big sword in his hand broke Haznir's chest!

However, the scene between Collina and Joze was not repeated. Haznir withdrew his sickle extremely quickly and moved his center of gravity to the right to avoid the blow of the sword.

"throat!"

Haznir held the sickle with both hands and successfully caught Collina's slash less than an arm away from his body!

The fire burst out, and Corina exerted force with both hands, and the harsh scraping sound of metal resounded in the duel cage, but the sickle rod stayed firmly in place and did not move at all.

Under Haznir's feet, the ground made of high-strength composite materials actually dented slightly!

"clang--"

Feeling that the opponent was extremely powerful and that the stalemate might lead to his own disadvantage, Collina took the lead in sliding to break the stalemate, then retreated to adjust his posture and prepare for the next attack and defense.

But he shouldn't retreat.

On the daily battlefield, the sickle is an extremely rare long-handled weapon. This kind of weapon requires the operator to have superb skills to use it.

Unlike common pole weapons, such as spears, the attack range of the sickle is not straight forward. If you use the sickle according to the method of using other pole weapons, you will expose yourself to the enemy's attack range.

To use a scythe, you need to overcome your instinctive subconscious impulses. You cannot directly attack or defend. You need to go around a section so that these curved blades, the weapons of death, can be used by you.

And just now, Collina made a mistake.

The attack range of the sickle is obviously longer than that of the heavy sword, and subconsciously retreating will only give the opponent a better opportunity to perform. However, Collina's previous playing style has always been accustomed to defensive attacks, and he mistakenly regarded the sickle as a spear, thinking that Just defend the front.

After all, if the opponent is holding a spear, you only need to block the front with your sword.

But not the scythe.

Haznir decisively caught Corina's mistake and thrust his scythe forward. Collina raised his sword to try to block. Although the scythe was directly in front of him, the scythe blade was behind his weakly defended side!

Corina immediately turned around and pulled back the sword, but just as the heavy sword was turned back, the scythe was strangely retracted. The changing angle of the scythe was like a blooming silver flower. Haznir was about to appear as an afterimage. The speed increased abruptly——

Haznir rushed in front of Corina, and the tip of the sickle just hit the right side of Corina's neck.

The outcome is decided!

Arrogant guy!

Haznir shouted in his heart, these arrogant old guys don't pay attention to the weapons preferred by the recruits, and they don't even bother to learn their techniques. It is this arrogance that made you lose to me today!

After all, any novice who picks up a scythe knows that close combat is the most difficult situation for a scythe player, and a retreating enemy is the scene the scythe player likes to see the most.

Are we arrogant? You are the ones who are arrogant!

Barbarus burst into violent applause and cheers. Haznir raised his sickle above his head, white light hit him, and an exaggerated laugh burst out on his face.

He turned around and smiled at Mortarion's position. Although the original body's expression was still invisible, the oppressive atmosphere around him had subsided.

Compared to the arrogant Haznir, Corina had a sullen face, glanced at Haznir, and silently walked off the stage. The Terran veterans in the darkness moved aside in a tacit understanding, and quickly The ground closed, allowing Corina to disappear into the crowd.

Taking advantage of the cheers and applause of the Barbarus people, several figures took advantage of the chaos and left the duel hall.

Barbarus's cheers continued, and Mortarion reached out a hand and pressed down.

Following the movement of the original body, the whole place became silent again.

Mortarion seemed satisfied with the quiet hall. He retracted his hand and continued to cross his arms.

At this time, someone had already read Mortarion's signal——

He is waiting for the next duel!

Some sane people have begun to sweat coldly. The narrow victory of Haznir of Barbarus origin is the best outcome. It not only satisfies the competitiveness of the Barbarus people, but also allows the Terran veterans to move to the next level. .

Any discerning veteran of Terra can see that Haznir just won in one fell swoop due to Collina's mistake. If the duel is really prolonged, Haznir's chances of winning are very small!

The next battle will be Haznir's defeat.

There was obviously a little commotion among the Terran veterans.

Finally, a bruised veteran rushed onto the stage. The people around him didn't hold him back, with expressions of surprise and confusion on their faces.

This guy is a strong man in the Seventh Company and has applied to Jialuo many times for the next purple sand mission.

It should be noted that in the entire duel hall, the seventh company actually has the fewest Terra veterans. Although it is marked as a combat company, these veterans prefer to clean their weapons or meditate in their leisure time.

The soldiers of the Seventh Company who like to come to the duel hall frequently are often the ones with the most stubborn and explosive tempers.

[I come! ]

The primarch continued to sit there like a statue, motionless.

Mortarion had just been learning how to deal with the people of the Titan Order, paying attention to their etiquette, the timing and the right place for these big guys to appear.

Since he came to this legion, there have always been many things to learn, a strange language, a strange time, a strange environment, and those bugs who took advantage of his humble status to hide in the darkness and want to see his jokes.

Ah.

Those arrogant guys.

Mortarion has seen the portraits of his so-called brothers, which are nothing more than golden light, gold threads, jewel-carved jewelry, and sparkling gems to show his status.

They were all kings, princes, and lords, except Mortarion.

Of course he knew how those people were mocking him in their hearts.

A primarch that doesn't look anything like a descendant of the Emperor?

A dirty redneck from an agricultural planet with mud on his hands?

Did they think Mortarion couldn't hear? Did they think Mortarion couldn't see?

Those rubbish who are complacent just because they arrived early.

Of course he would shut them up.

In the four months since Mortarion first entered the Legion, Mortarion slept only an hour a week, studying, studying, and he absorbed it all hungrily.

Mortarion is growing rapidly, the faster, the better, the faster, the better. He is desperately squeezing his potential. This is painful, but it is also very simple. This is what he did under Nakre's hands. of.

He didn't want the Barbarians to be looked at with that look, no, no, no pity, no contempt.

They were the liberators of their planet, the warriors who overthrew the tyrants with their own hands, not these idiots who were chosen simply because they were lucky.

Mortarion only allowed himself to leave the learning state briefly once. Hades woke up. He had to go and have a look. After all, it was Hades who killed the last tyrant on Barbarus with him.

But after that, he devoted himself to studying like crazy.

But today, Carastyphon came over and suggested that Mortarion should be allowed to go out and see what his Barbarus warriors would do during their free time.

It had indeed been a long time since he had seen his people, his warriors, his arms.

Mortarion agreed.

Happy reading (≧▽≦)