Chapter 37: Fierce fighting

This angry sword is swift and brave, and seems to have completely overcome the paralyzing effect of the lightning spell. However, Hardawa threw the shield abruptly, causing the deputy captain to stagger. Bernardo understood, the big fireball smashed his face, and burned his head to black.
"Kill the archer first!" Hadawa rushed forward, picking up his shield and blocking it in front of his chest. The next second, a sharp arrow bounced off the iron shield, and the sharp cluster of arrows left a not shallow scratch on the shield.
More Stormcloak soldiers rushed up, most of them surrounded Bernardo, seeming to want to hinder him from using magic; while a few archers stayed at the far end to hold down Hardawa, preventing the two from having a chance to connect.
A heavy axe struck with domineering power and hit the place where Bernardo was originally standing. Bernardo quickly turned around to avoid it, turned his hand back with a cone of ice, and pierced the left eye of the attacker in front of him.
"There are only two of them! Kill the imperial man first!" The archer behind, judging that there is a clear difference in strength between the two, shouted loudly. The several stormtroopers who heard the sound acted immediately, changed their destination, and attacked Hada. watt.
Hadawa cut across with his left hand and was blocked. Then another warhammer rushed forward and forced Hadawa back. The two looked at each other and rushed towards Hadawa together. At this time, several archers pointed at Bernardo at the same time, and aimed at his front, back and center, making him unable to move at will.
Hadawa roared repeatedly, the sword and tiger in his hand were full of wind. But a heavy hammer caused his shield to fall to the ground. Faced with two Stormcloak soldiers with hatred in their eyes and long weapons, they were really incapable and fell into a disadvantage.
And then the two light hammers who joined the battlefield made Hadawa almost out of breath, only relying on the occasional gap to dodge the attack, occasionally stabbing a sword but weak, and wide-ranging slashing was hit by the opponent. Firmly control the distance, unable to play.
Suddenly, there was a stagger in the approaching footsteps of a light hammer. Hadawa was overjoyed, saying "chance" in his heart, and while evading the hammer's attack, he kicked out a sword!
"Traitor of the empire! You were fooled!" A huge force suddenly uploaded from Hadawa's empty left hand! The warhammer hit Hardawa's wrist fiercely, and then the scaly bracer was blown into dozens of fragments of various sizes, splashing around. Hadawa's left hand is also bloody. Hadawa knelt to the ground with a scream of pain, and another light hammer rushed up, holding the weapon high, as if he was planning to smash the enemy in front of him into a ball of meat sauce.
I'm going to die?
With blood dripping from the corner of Hadawa's mouth, pictures flashed through his heart. The gentle and kind Uncle Alvor, the stern and sensible Governor Ruiji, the martial arts and the strong and alcoholic Captain Eddies, like to stick to his Uncle Alvor’s daughter Dosi...
I'm going to Songard first... my comrades are waiting for me.
Hadawa closed his eyes resigningly.
However, the pain and death he was waiting for did not come.
He opened his eyes and found that there was no one around. The soldiers who were still at war with him just now disappeared.
"That's it!" A horrified voice came out, and when he looked back suddenly, the four became three, and the younger one was charred all over, exuding a burnt smell, and fell before him.
Look up and look to the other side--
Most of the twenty-odd soldiers in the two teams stayed at the end of the cave to put cold arrows or prepare for battle. However, at this moment, they are all dead. Seven or eight archers, some of them had their necks pierced by a cone of ice, some had their faces burned by flames, and some were scorched by lightning. And the soldiers who started the second round of assault, except for the two soldiers who rushed to their side to fight with them, the rest of them all fell in front of Bernardo.
At this moment Bernardo is no longer as calm and calm as before. There were blood stains and abrasions on his face, and a sharp cut on his abdomen, leaving a wound more than ten centimeters long. His robe was tattered and dusty, mixed with basically the blood of the enemy. He was holding a two-handed sword of a Stormcloak warrior in his hand-it was amazing, such a heavy sword, coupled with his weak-looking body, could be easily lifted with one hand, Hadawa's heart Such a reaction-the sword is full of gaps, covered with broken bones and meat.
Although he is a little out of breath now, the mixture of this hellish scene and the shocking fact of "killing nearly 10 people with a grabbed weapon" is amazing and shocking.
"Drink!" However, what Nord people like most is fighting, which is to challenge the impossible. They admire struggle, fight each other, laugh out loudly for victory, face defeat calmly, and then greet the messenger from Songard when they are dying-this is the belief of every Nord who was born and grew up in the bitter cold land of Skyrim The creed of both men and women.
The enemy in front of him is not only a powerful magician, but also seems to have good swordsmanship. There is no doubt that this is an extremely rare, yet superbly powerful existence-Magic Swordsman!
However, although the enemy is strong, it is not invincible. The beating just now caused him to suffer a certain amount of damage, and it also caused his mana to be consumed a lot. Moreover, he and the lackeys of the empire act together, betting on the name of the storm cloak, unless all here are killed in battle, otherwise, no one can pass here!
The three soldier survivors who roared desperately raised their exhausted arms, lifted their heavy legs, and rushed towards the young man who looked like a murderer.
There is no suspense. Old Lian Po is still able to eat, not to mention that the magic swordsman in front of him is only showing his fatigue, but he is far from the end of the force! A light slanting pick bounced away from the first person who rushed up first. Before he adjusted his center of gravity, he fell down, tearing it from the cheek to the crotch and opening a huge wound; turning lightly, avoiding the diagonal sting of the second person , And then cut off his outstretched arm with a single knife, and then added a flame rune to the face; two consecutive heavy blows from the front to fly the warhammer in the last man’s hand, drop the huge sword that was already dull as an iron plate, and pull down the corpse beside him The dagger pinned to his waist pierced his chin along the lines of his leather armor and twisted it hard--
In less than a minute, all three Stormcloak soldiers were wiped out.
Hadawa was dumbfounded.
"This is...Magic Swordsman..." Hadavar muttered to himself. He only heard from the veterans who had adventurous experiences before joining the army talk about how powerful and good the small group of magic swordsmen among the mercenaries were, but it was the first time that they could see it with their own eyes. What's more, the boy in front of him was originally a prisoner (fake), and he was still so young.
At this moment, the two were just a few steps apart, looking at each other.
However, no one spoke.