Dawn of the Grey Tower Chapter 437

"Humph!" Mullos made a sound other than breathing for the first time in this battle. He withdrew his hammer with surprise, feeling a little puzzled by the opponent's move without chasing. He had already prepared the offensive conversion in the elf's script, to be precise, this conversion was also his intentional calculation. Lyon 's physical strength is not as good as his own. This is an obvious thing. As a keen warrior, it is understandable to use the enemy 's weakness to knock down the other party. Molos caught this, hoping to speed up the attack by seduce the blood lion. His physical exertion. The time of this duel has exceeded the expectations of the elf warrior, he is eager to find a way to let this human fall.

So there was a short pause on the battlefield. The elves' hesitation and Lyon's concession caused their battle to be suspended for almost three seconds as agreed. In the eyes of others, the performance of the blood lion is completely like being completely suppressed by Mullows, even the idea of attack is not dared to be mentioned, and he can only cowardly watch the elf war will be ready to raise the war hammer again. "Roar!" The elves around the venue cheered. They were very satisfied with the results achieved by their generals. From the soldiers' perspective, the result of the duel was already clear. To speed up the process, they began to move forward and hire people. The wall narrows the area of the field, forcing the duelists to meet more frequently with short soldiers.

Mullos and Lyon naturally noticed this happening, but this actually had little effect on them, because the two had never thought of retreating in front of their opponents. Three seconds, past. The elf's warhammer turned around from the right to the left over the head, so as to accumulate the power of terror, Mullos stepped forward with his right foot, and the seed of hatred screamed, and the target was Lyon's profile. This scene looks like the beginning of the duel, it seems that after the previous collisions, everything is staged again. But the Cavaliers knew that it was impossible. No matter his arm, his physical strength, or his sword, he couldn't block his opponent's attacks so many times. The outcome will be announced soon.

"Wow!" The people watching the battle screamed because Lyon didn't choose a negative parry this time in the face of Mullos's hammer. The knight held the sword in both hands and swung sideways from the lower right to the upper left. It seemed to be hard against the opponent. . "That guy is crazy." Curse murmured when he saw this scene. The wizard didn't understand so many warrior tricks, but he understood that in terms of power, regardless of physical condition or weapon type, the advantage is not there. Lyon side. Especially when it comes to power, a top-down attack is already beneficial, and the hate seed's own weight is much larger than the knight's sword. It is no wonder that the spellcaster will conclude that Lyon is crazy.

"Click!" Sure enough, the wizard's worries came true, accompanied by a crunchy sound that made the knight's sword body colliding with the prism echo short, and the remaining part was less than one-third. A smile has appeared on the corner of Mloss 's mouth. The destruction of his opponent 's weapon means that Lyon has no means to parry his attack. It seems that he has seen the warhammer make a terrible depression in the arrogant knight, and then ignores the opponent 's. The scene of begging to smash his head. kindness? These humans are unworthy.

But, if so, why did the elf warrior only see another smiley face when he wanted to see the panic from the enemy's face? "Poof!" The voice of the sharp blade piercing the flesh came, but not from the two players. Lyon released his right hand holding the hilt, as if he had already planned, he reached out and grabbed the three flying in the air. The sound of the two-part sword body is generated by excessively holding the blade.

what? This is the only idea that Mulhouse can witness behind this scene. The opponent's reaction was completely beyond the elves' expectations, but before his thoughts continued, Lyon's attack followed. "Oh!" The blood lion's inertia with his sword drew the distance away from his opponent in one breath. He used the right hand of the sword body to insert the fragment of the long sword into the opponent's left shoulder! However, because there was no power on the sword, Lyon was also reluctant to give up his thumb, so although this thorn barely penetrated the elf 's armor and penetrated the latter 's body, the damage caused was far from apparent. So scary. However, this is enough to make the audience exclaim in unison.

"You ... um!" Muluosi wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Lyon's blood-stained right palm was already glued to his face, and the strong **** smell instantly took away the elf's sense of smell, and the spewing blood also flowed He couldn't concentrate on his eyes. The blood lion just needed this. The long sword on his left hand didn't know when it had been backhanded, and the piercing cone on the top of the hilt hit the elf's abdomen heavily, so that the hatred seed holder could not help but bend down to ease pain.

Lyon and Mallows had similar heights. The latter's short body widened the sneer of the knight's mouth. He took the opponent's head to his left armpit and moved his right hand away from Mloss's face, raising his fist. This action cut off all the voices on the field like a kind of declaration. Everyone knew what Lyon was going to do, and that made everyone unconsciously open his mouth.

"Roar!" A fierce battle roar spewed out from the blood lion's chest. Muluos, whose ear was attached to the former's torso, even felt that the roar was similar to the legendary dragon's dragon roar. Immediately afterwards, the pain completely paralyzed the elven's brain. Lyon's right fist fell and hit the amputated sword on the opponent's left shoulder! This almost condensed the strength of the knight's body and pushed the sword forward a large piece. As the red liquid burst out of the wound like a fountain, splashing on the attacker's face, everyone Forgot to cheer or scream. They only felt that an invisible hand choked their throats and pressed all their voices back into their lungs.

"Ah !!!" The elf who was released by Lyon put down the warhammer in his hand. He knelt down on the ground, covering his left shoulder with his right hand. Heavy damage, undoubtedly heavy damage, the knight 's attack not only won him the battle, but even left the enemy 's left arm with irreparable damage. If Mlos is unlucky, amputation is very likely to happen . So, is the duel over? Mankind won.

"No." Beckham snarled behind the wall of people at the duel. Because of the opponent who was crying on the ground, Lyon actually picked up the seed of hatred that fell on the ground! "No!" This is the only thing the elves can do for their generals now ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ As the blood lion raised the warhammer high, these elf warriors have closed their eyes, they can't bear it. Seeing their leader smashed their heads with their own weapons would make them completely lose the courage to fight again.

"Hoo ... Huo ..." Blood Lion, holding the warhammer high. His right eye was infiltrated with sweat, and the slight tingling sensation was uncomfortable. His left eye clearly looked at the opponent who was kneeling in front of him, watching him screaming, and watching him bleed. How wonderful! This immortal elf, this elf who flattened humans into maggots, is now kneeling in front of him. As long as the warhammer falls, there will always be one less annoying guy in this world. How wonderful!

"Hoo ... Huo ..." Lyon, holding the warhammer high. He resisted the pain and opened his right eye into which the sweat had flowed. The red blood and the blond hair of Mullos became the only two colors he could see. Warhammer, fall. Heavy, heavy ... Smashed on the ground, less than one finger away from the head of the elf warlord.

"Boom." The knight who loosened the warhammer sat on the ground with a big butt, breathing heavily, watching his opponent being taken away by his clan for treatment. Fatigue beyond his body's endurance made his ears dizzy, and the world seemed so chaotic to Lyon. Victory or defeat? life and death? There is no point at this moment, neither point. Just like on the **** battlefield many years ago. There is no point in killing or being killed ...

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