Vol 2 Chapter 152: veteran

Chapter 152 Veterans
King Nunn lay down on the ground quietly.
His hand still clasped the front end of the axe of the giant axe, as if it was his lover.
Two spikes in the center of the axe blade, deep into his chest.
Everyone in the Hall of Heroes looked at this scene with contempt.
Surprise, doubt, sadness, mourning, and countless emotions intertwined.
The winner of the duel, Pefitett's grandmother sweated, and the hand holding the handle of the axe slowly slipped.
As the body relaxed, he stumbled over King Nunn and gasped fiercely.
Peifu, who has no eyes and no ups and downs, seems to have experienced a nightmare.
The arrogant grandmother of the battle watched his eyes wide open. He looked at the unmoving king, and the complex emotions were sorrowful in that moment.
Ronnie’s grandfather mourned.
The brow of Leko’s grandfather seems to have hanged a thousand burdens.
Tluedida shook his head and seemed to express his disdain for the duel.
Taylor lowered his head and looked at the ground.
He didn't know what kind of expression Nielay and Putili were behind him.
Damn it.
How could this be.
He slowly squeezed his fists.
King Nunn died here...
Who will control the city of Longyan.
Who can control the city of Longyan.
Who will control Longyan City?
His thoughts turned into a mess.
The great man of Pefitt, who was freed from the duel, was half-squatting in front of the king's body and looked awkward.
Nunn.
The king of nature.
Nunn Walton.
He ruled the monarch of Exeter for nearly three decades.
already……
died.
The young Dagong suddenly laughed low.
"Ha ha ha..."
He looked up, his voice grew louder and bigger, and he was getting more and more surprised, like a sick madman.
"Ha ha ha..."
Then, the young Dagong madly smiled and suddenly turned to look at the witness of the duel - the Holm's main sacrifice representing the goddess of the moon.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
His body trembled in laughter.
The female hostess looked back at Pefitt, and the pair of graceful eyebrows on the veil was calm and waveless.
In this pair of eyes, Pefitt felt an invisible pressure creep in.
His smile gradually converges.
The main sacrifice is still as calm as usual, without any indication.
Pefitte stopped smiling, his face slowly sinking, frowning doubtfully.
Taylors glared at God and thought about his future.
Just at this time.
"It turned out to be..." The comet Niele, behind the scene, suddenly made a low voice.
The next moment, two huge collisions came from the field.
"Hey! Pass!"
"When it is!" What followed was the creaking of the metal falling ground!
Taylors is a spirit, wakes up from his thoughts.
At the same time, many people in the Hall of Heroes made an incredible exclamation!
Tyres raised his head violently.
Then he widened his eyes and frowned.
He saw the most incredible scene.
No way.
The shocked Tyles even forgot to breathe at that moment.
King Nunn, who should have been lying dead on the ground, did not know when he had earned from the ground!
He in turn put Pefitte down on his face with his face down!
The huge axe that pierced the king's chest was falling on their feet, and it was shaking!
Like everyone else, in a panic and incomprehension, Tyres looked at the sights in front of him:
The old king of Exeter has a fierce expression and is full of imposing manner. The left arm is hooped in a ring shape, and the left hand arm of Pefitte is tightly held from the back. The right hand is firmly against the opponent's right upper arm and the left knee is pressed. Live on the back of Pfeiffer.
King Nunn locked up Pfeiffer's right arm and pressed him to the ground.
Tyres glared at his unbelievable eyes and unconsciously shook his head.
how is this possible……
That kind of injury...
Taylors is not the only one who thinks like this. The people in the entire hall, from the Grand Duke to the vassals, from the servants to the guards, were shocked to see the incredible and incomprehensible reversal of this scene.
"No, you obviously..." In the pain, horror, and fear, the right arm was locked, and the face was crushed to the ground by the Great Paige, while he was desperately trying to break free, yelling in horror. Out of the voice: "No, impossible!"
He did not believe that the king who had been pierced by his axe at the previous moment actually stood up again in an instant, as if it were unscathed!
On the right chest of the old king, the front and rear robes were soaked with blood, which looked terrible.
At this moment, the injury did not exist as it did not affect the king's movements at all.
It seems that King Nunn was only acupunctured.
Tyres jerked back and eagerly asked the only extreme master in the world: "How come..."
"be quiet!"
Niely rushed to interrupt him.
The comet stared at the scene and did not want to let go of every detail: "Look at it... it's not over yet!"
Putilit was surprised and seemed unable to accept the fact.
"Impossible?" Nunn VII, who died and resurrected, became flushed. The king pressed his right hand and recovered his left hand. The muscles slowly twitched and tightened in the trembling. They began to use the elbow joint of Pfeiffer as the fulcrum. Move his arm that is locked.
I saw the old king clenching his teeth and his face: "On the battlefield, you better believe in 'impossible'!"
As King Nuon gradually exerted his strength, Pefitte was locked against the right arm and began to slowly deform!
His arm moved in a scary direction in the opposite direction of the elbow joint.
The clearly identifiable muscle break sounds in the field.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"
Dagong’s left arm was desperately stretched out behind him, reaching out to the mad King Nunn, but he only ran through the air in vain, constantly scratching in the air.
He couldn't break free of such a lock.
"I killed you, I obviously killed you!" Pefitte's neck fell on the floor, unable to wiggle in the pain of non-humans, painfully said: "You are dead!"
"Yes," said the Nunn King, who suppressed his opponent, revealing the fierce color of hatred and madness. The words are like the cold wind: "Maybe..."
"I am not dead enough?"
During the speech, Nuen VII's hands continued to be strong and methodical.
In the arm of Pefitte, the scary squeaking squeaking sound continued to sound.
Let Tyres feel chilly.
The young Dagong struggled frantically, unable to reach the enemy's left hand and slamming the ground.
However, under the vulgar and sturdy twisting posture of King Nunn, all the struggles of Pefitt seemed futile, and his strength in his young body could not be fully exerted.
He can only frantically wiggle other parts that can move.
It is like a fish to be slaughtered on the board.
Next second.
"Snapped!"
A crackling sound came from the arm of Pefitte!
Peiful was pressed to the head of the ground, raised to no more high, his face twisted into a ball, tears had flowed out of control, the mouth painfully expanded to the limit, and the unprecedented mad cry from inside: "Ah, ah, ah! No! No! No! Ah!"
His right hand arm, starting from the elbow joint, has been bent backwards in life!
Under the pain, Pefitt stood in the trembling with the strength of King Nunn, and even lifted his chest one inch away from the ground!
But Pefett’s nightmare is not over yet.
King Nunn pressed the right hand of the opponent's right upper arm and suddenly raised it. He suddenly made a fist in his right hand and hammered it in the back of Pefitte!
"Boom!"
Pefitte’s head was re-turned to the ground by this punch.
His forehead slammed into the floor tiles, making a dull, blunt sound.
But the King of Nuen kept on moving. He loosened the right arm that Pefitte had abolished, and his right hand stretched out and grabbed the other's left arm!
Then use the same posture, but the left and right sides change, the right hand buckles the arm, the left hand presses the arm, and locks the remaining left arm of Pfeiffer.
King Nunn took a deep breath and continued to work hard.
Pefitt returned from a short stun.
The panic hit his heart in an instant.
Feeling the pain and numbness that continued from the right arm, and the touch of the only intact left arm that was tightly locked, the young Dagong realized what he was, and he turned his head desperately.
"Why?" The tears of pain fell from the face of Perfit, and he was not willing to ask his opponent.
King Nunn stared at his eyes and gave a sneer of satisfaction.
"On the battlefield, the wounds that run through the chest are deadly, and most of the wounded can only give their lives to luck," the king stared at his enemies like an eagle, like staring at a rabbit: "Peace through the chest, especially.

King Nunn’s arm continued to exert strength, and the words in his mouth kept whispering:
"Your lungs become a broken bellows. It's harder to breathe than to raise your hands. Every time you breathe in a breath, you can even feel the snoring of air coming in and out of the lungs. You will start coughing, then the more The more urgent the cough, the heavier the cough, the more painful the cough, the smaller the breathing, the more and more painful, and the more difficult it is."
"The blood will slowly soak into your lungs, and with the breathing and coughing, it will constantly emerge from the throat, mouth, and nose... In the pain and chest tightness, you will feel the chest is very heavy, and then slowly numb, Strength and consciousness will go away from you."
"If you are accompanied by a break in the ribs, congratulations, the broken bones will become the most terrible torturer... deep into your muscles, rubbing your tissues, piercing your blood vessels, tormenting you in pain and sourness. Spirit and flesh until you surrender to death and reach out to the prisoner of the prison river."
"Even if the wound is blocked in time, the external bleeding will not help... Your blood will cough more and then cough less, until you die... Good luck, it will end in a few minutes, luck is not Ok, even mourn until midnight, with a terrible high fever and cold sweat, leaving in pain in the hallucinations."
"On the battlefield, I have seen too many such tragedies."
Pefitt's eyes widened, accompanied by painful cold sweat, oozing from his forehead.
The king smiled and his words followed:
"but……"
King Nunn put his head near Pfeiffer's ear and said:
"You know, people have a range of chests...not the whole chest is the chest..."
"If, the place that is penetrated does not hurt your chest, and avoids the deadly artery, such as just the muscle between the right shoulder and the right chest, and then walks out through the ground... perfectly wipes the chest and bones ......"
"Reuse the power of the end to expand the muscles of the wound and stop the bleeding..."
"How... maybe..." Pefitt bit his teeth, his face swelled out, and desperately glared at the Queen of Nuen behind him.
"I said, little boy," the end of the force rushed to the arms of Noon, and he smiled gratifiedly: "On the battlefield, you better believe in 'impossible'."
Finally, a chilling crisp sound, accompanied by the screams of Pefitt, once again spread to the ears of everyone.
"Oh!"
Pefitt frantically squirmed on the ground and confided his pain and despair at the moment.
His only arm was also bent by King Noon.
The young Dagong has lost both hands.
A few seconds later, Pefitte’s struggles and embarrassment began to diminish, and he continued to twitch and groan.
Several grandfathers looked incredulously at the scene.

What does this mean?
Grand Duke Luda tried to adjust his breathing.
The one who answered him was actually Ronnie, who had never spoken for a long time. He only listened to the latter's cold and authentic: "It means ending."
Tyres stared at the king and completed the counterattack in an instant.
Fast, violent, effective, and counterattack once and for all.
He didn't even have time to see how the king's reversal started.
"Your Majesty is lying on the ground and then pierced by the axe." Nie Lai behind her sighed: "Whether we are still Pfeiffer, I only know that my arm is pierced by my chest, but I can’t see the back. The position... there is no way to tell if it is fatal."
"And that's what the king calculated."
Calculated well?
Tyres stared at the neck of Noon, especially the area on the right that was soaked in blood.
King Nunn gasps, picking up an arm whose fallen enemy has lost its function and stands up.
At that moment, Taylors felt that this powerful figure was very tall.
King Nunn looked around at the crowd in the hall.
He is greeted by excitement, surprise, doubts, etc., with different eyes and breathing.
"liqueur!"
King Nunn suddenly screamed loudly: "The rye spirits!"
A glimpse of Tellston.
"The strongest kind!"
Responsible servants and guards hesitated to look at the main sacrifice of the Temple of the Moon and several great men.
But the Holm's main sacrifice is still unmoved, and several big men just stare blankly at the king.
On the ground, Pefitt stopped, and he earned his head, looking desperate and numb to his opponent.
"Okay!" King Nunn said impatiently: "I will not suffocate him with a glass of wine!"
"He's X, send me the wine soon!"
"In the name of the king!"
Lord's officer, Lord Melk sighed and waved his hand to satisfy the king's privilege.
A full bucket of rye was quickly carried to the field.
King Nunn grabbed the iron glass that was sent, opened the wooden lid, picked up a glass of wine, and poured it into his mouth.
The wine oozes from the corners of his mouth and flows through the king's short beard from the chin to the neck.
The old king took a sip of the spirits in the glass and smacked his chin and picked up a glass of wine.
This time, King Nunn violently tore off the clothes on his right shoulder, revealing the old but still sturdy muscles.
There, the wound that had just been pierced by the axe was in sight, one on the front chest and one on the back, but they all deviated from the center of the chest, and even near the shoulder.
The wounds have been filled under the squeeze of muscles.
King Nunn lifted his glass with his teeth and poured it on his own wound!
The muscles of his right shoulder could not shake and shiver under the water of the spirits.
But the face of King Nunn is as usual, the ice is cold and desert.
It is not a spirit that seems to have been soaked in his wounds.
Everyone in the hall looked at the scene quietly.
No one interrupted him.
On the side of the ground, the great husband of Pefitte snorted with his arms folded, and once again revealed his resentful eyes.
He lifted his upper body with his head and tried to get up with the help of his knees.
He was greeted by King Nunn with no mercy, stepping on the back of Dagong and stepping Pefer to the ground.
Peipet first made a painful embarrassment, and then turned into an unwilling jealousy.
"No, how did you do it..." The young Dagong looked dark and stared at King Nunn, seeming to dig a piece of meat from him.
"Do you think that you can easily pierce my chest with an axe tip?" King Noon looked as usual. He picked up a glass of wine again and drank it all: "Little kid, that is, I am leading you to stab me." of!"
"My strength is not as good as yours, and the endurance is not as good. In the fight of the giant axe, it will be lost sooner or later," King Noon stepped on the back of Pefitte and dismissed him with a disdain: "But even It is a master of the extremes, once it is relaxed..."
King Nunn’s eyes are exposed:
"There is nothing."
Pefitt's eyes were round and he put his face on the floor, his lips trembled, and he re-emerged with an unclear snoring.
Full of bleak and painful.
"Give you a message, don't relax easily before twisting the enemy's neck," King Noon slowly spit out and felt his consumption and fatigue. His tone was cold: "This is thousands of years, we are in the same orc. The most valuable experience gained in the of killing."
King Nunn looked up again and drank the third glass of wine.
"This is what the military often said, the so-called warrior's fighting instinct?" Beads behind, behind the faintly asked.
"Instinct?" The one who answered him was a sneer from the comet Nie Lai: "This is a tactic. The duel is from beginning to end, all in the calculations and rhythms of the majesty, following the pace of his arrangement."
Putilit reveals the color of doubt.
"From the beginning, His Majesty seduce Pfeiffer to kill him with an axe, instead of using an axe blade to slash him." The comet picked up his arms and looked like a smile: "Your knees seem to wave Passing the axe passively, unable to counterattack, step back in step..."
"In fact, after each hit by the opponent, the distance between the two people unknowingly approached a little, until the last time he fell down, the distance between him and Pefitt even reached the level of face-to-face, has not allowed The slasher was cut with an axe."
In the heart of Tyres, he saw the distance between the two men in the field and the position of the two giant axes.
"Peffert, he was guided by the armpit, and ended the battle with a sharp axe." The leader of the White Blade Guard replied faintly:
"And lying down on the ground, using your hands to control the other's axe, piercing the muscle gap between your chest and shoulders... That's the damage you made yourself, it will bring terrible pain, but it's not fatal. hit."
Tyres took a deep breath and looked at the King of Nunn in the field.
Old hot hunter, is it?
"The only thing left to do is to wait for the opponent who has been provoked by words to think that he has won the duel," Putile used in a sentimental tone to complement the answer of the comet: "then seize the opportunity and use one to completely Resist the flaws of Pfeiffer's endurance and strength, and launch a decisive counterattack."
"I hope that you will carefully look at this rare duel and benefit from it, Your Highness." The prince's deputy faintly said to his prince.
Taylors can only shake his head slowly.
"Pefett claimed that he had learned about his fighting style from his grandfather, but he didn't know anything at all," Nie Lai's pale face flashed in the fire: "This is the real 'fierce counterattack, hitting the enemy. .'"
"Impressed." The Marquis of Commas praised him: "You are not surprised, is it?"
Niely slowly nodded: "Yes, every step of Perfit is in the expectation of His Majesty."
"In the western front line of the stars, there is such a saying," Putilai sighed: "Even if it is a dying veteran on the battlefield, it must be ten thousand times stronger than a powerful newcomer."
"The veteran meets a rookie," the king's guard captain whispered coldly: "The result of this duel, from the very beginning..."
"It is doomed."
Hey, you are not the first day to know me.
How can there be the illusion that "no swords will be written like this, and the plot really develops as I want?"
Think more!
If you say that you want to reverse the routine, then I will fight against the routine. Then, am I not very faceless? Xiao Baiwen is also a good cut for existence!
Such an interesting role as King Nunn, in accordance with the routine of Xiao Baiwen, of course, to death!
I don’t even say it. In the preparation, the update is unstable, don’t remind me!
There is another chapter tonight, and given that our time and flow rates are different, I will not disclose the time.
(End of this chapter)