book of old days

Chapter 112 Wei-Er-Sen
The fiasco hundreds of years ago is still vivid in my mind. Aum is not stupid, so naturally he will not stay where he is and wait to be bombed.

As soon as he raised his hand, the golden light gathered in his hand, outlining and condensing into a golden halberd with a pattern of the sun on it. Aum jumped four or five meters high and headed towards Sean. cut off.

Xiao En hurriedly dodged to dodge, and with a bang, the war halberd hit the ground. This blow even made a cracked dent on the stone ground.

Sean was dumbfounded, and what made him even more helpless was that once the opponent chose to fight them in close quarters, his explosives would be useless. This thing does not distinguish between friend and foe. It can't be blown up.

There is no other way but to be tough.

But he is not in vain, this guy has been lingering for 200 years, and has been forgotten for 200 years. He should not have much strength. The more he drags on, the weaker the opponent will become.

After thinking about it, Sean put away the explosives and drew out his two-handed sword.

Fire of anger!
The flames spread along the blade, like a flaming sword.

At the same time, Ragnar had already picked up his battle ax and attacked.

"Good time!" Aum laughed loudly, and the halberd swept out.

clang!The battle ax and the battle halberd collided, and Ragnar was not weaker than the opponent because he had obtained the divine power of the god of war, and because he was a muscular man himself.

Aum was taken aback, and then became a little angry: "Do you think you can fight me if you get a little residue of Uruk? Even if the real Uruk sees me, you can only run away. Let me teach you what a real fight is."

Dazzling golden light suddenly shot out from Aum's eyes, and Ragnar instinctively closed his eyes, and Aum took the opportunity to kick Ragnar's chest, knocking him to the ground.

Then he had to go up to make up a halberd. Now that he didn't care about a perfect body, he might as well make up for the body of Scar Wilson or Fatty.

clang!The halberd was blocked by Sean.

Sean's arm was numb, and he thought to himself, this guy has so much strength!

He doesn't have divine power, but he is not comparable to Ragnar when it comes to "combat experience". Sean has seen Orm fighting in Alvi's memory, even as a hunter He died under his hands, so he is very clear about Orm's fighting style and ability.

Except for the not-so-powerful God's Light of Retribution and the invulnerable body-protecting God's Light, this guy is not much different from ordinary people when he fights. They all use axes to chop people. This is probably a Nord Imagine what God should look like.

Sean slashed with his backhand sword, and the flaming blade forced Orm to defend.

Xiao En was surprised when he saw it. It seems that the fire of anger can cause harm to the other party, so it will be easy to handle.

He wielded the flaming greatsword and continued to attack. Ragnar also recovered from his blindness and joined the battle group with his axe. His attack was powerful and powerful, which was much more powerful than bullets. Orm Also dare not ignore.

The three of them fought together like this.

Orm's fighting style is wide open, each blow is powerful, deadly and fierce.

Ragnar's skills are slightly inferior, but he can rely on his own strong physique and the brute force of God of War and Orm to be tough.

Xiao En's strength is quite weak, but his skills are undoubtedly the most brilliant among the three. Alvi's two-handed sword skills have been brought into full play by him at this time, combined with the angry flames burning on the sword, the momentum is still overwhelming. Head over to Orm.

The fierce battle between the three made the surrounding Nord hunters see their blood boil.

"Let's go too!" The fat man picked up a shield and a battle-axe from the ground, and said eagerly, these weapons were left by the Nord spirits.

Scar Wilson rolled his eyes, "What is it, I have never practiced this thing, have you practiced it?"

Fatty Nuonuo was speechless: "I've had a lot of fights with people in taverns..."

The more they talk, the less confident they are. These Nord hunters have long since abandoned their ancestors' fighting style and changed to using guns. After all, hunting, who can be shot down from a distance will fight melee, just like when they are drinking and fighting in taverns You can also get back the feeling of licking blood on the blade of your ancestors.

"Then what are we doing?" asked another hunter, who held up his gun but dared not fire for fear of accidental injury.

Scar Wilson turned his eyes, and suddenly saw the throne, "Let's dig for gold, it must be very valuable, anyway, it won't be of much help."

This throne looks really gorgeous, almost the whole body is made of gold, the two armrests are gold carvings in the shape of eagle heads, the back of the throne is the wings of a goshawk spreading its wings, and the eagle head overlooking all living beings above the throne is also made of gold The two eyes of the eagle are made of two huge topaz, bright and dazzling, the size of an egg.

Even though the entire hall is in dilapidated condition at this time, this throne still fills the place with a solemn and sacred atmosphere.

Several people couldn't accept such a thing, the boss beat his life and death over there, and went to dig gold by himself.

So they shook their heads and continued to stay and watch the battle.

"Tch, you deserve to be poor and hungry all your life," Wilson said as he picked up a warhammer on the ground and touched it towards the throne.

Dangdang Dangdang!
With the sound of a few weapons colliding, Aum repelled the two of them again. The clothes on his body were already too damaged, and he tore them off, revealing a vigorous body like a sculpture. The originally old body was at this moment But it was so strong, exuding a faint halo, showing no sign of weakness at all.

This made Sean a little anxious, but he was already out of breath.

"I know what you're thinking, you think I'm weak and want to consume me.

Hahahaha, I am so naive, mortal, I am indeed running out of time, but that is only for the gods. Compared with you, my life is still very vigorous.

Give up, this is your last chance. "

Sean didn't respond, he took out two bottles of Berserker potion from his pocket, and threw one to Ragnar.

Just as the two were about to drink, Aum rushed up and swung his halberd, forcing the two to put away the potion and raise their weapons to parry.

"Hmph, do you think I'll give you a chance?" Aum's attacks gradually went wild, without giving them any chance to breathe.

Reality is not a game, and it takes time to drink potions. Aum obviously won't give them this chance, but fortunately, there are two of them.

"I'll hold him back, you drink first!" Ragnar said as he slashed at him with an axe.

Sean took the opportunity to retreat and took out the medicine bottle. As soon as he unscrewed the lid, Orm pushed Ragnar back with a halberd, and jumped towards Sean.

Sean could only throw the medicine bottle aside.

Flame breath!

Facing the raging flames, Orm chose to resist directly. He broke out from the flames and stabbed Sean with a halberd.

Anyway, with the divine light for body protection, Aum obviously planned to use a small injury to replace Sean first.

Unavoidable, Sean can only raise his sword to resist.

Clang——The sound of metal collisions echoed in the hall. Xiao En was shocked and took a few steps back. He could hardly hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the blade of the two-handed sword was even cut off directly.

Great guy!Sean looked at the broken sword blade, and then at the golden halberd in Orm's hand. Although that thing is not a divine weapon, it is probably equivalent to an extraordinary weapon, at least much more powerful than ordinary swords.

With a trembling hand he drew the ax out, and he and Ragnar were once again shoulder to shoulder.

Aum didn't care, "It's useless, your weapons can't hurt me at all, now your flames have been extinguished, and you have no chance to drink medicine, so surrender, you still have a chance to survive, just pay If one person becomes my god's hand, the others can survive.

I originally preferred you Ragnar, but now I have changed my mind, John Smith, why not use him as my god hand, you can still leave alive with your human tribe, just hand over this cloth Layton people, how about it, you will not refuse such a choice that has the best of both worlds. "

Woah, this guy actually has his eyes on me, Xiao En is speechless, he is really afraid that Ragnar will compromise.

Fortunately, Ragnar was interesting enough, and Orm responded with a jumping chop.

Orm knocked Ragnar back with a halberd, and Xiao En suddenly noticed, maybe it was an illusion, the halo on Orm's body seemed to have faded, and he didn't hesitate—"Fuck you!"

He roared and swung the ax over. The tomahawk circled and flew out, making a whistling sound, and flew towards Orm's chest. This throwing ax was Olaf's unique skill, and he would not use it easily unless it was in a critical moment. .

Aum couldn't dodge in time, but he didn't take it too seriously. He didn't worry much about the attack without the magical flame attached. "Hehe, it's useless, you—" His laughter stopped abruptly, he lowered his head, and was shocked to find that the battle ax had broken through his body-protecting divine light, and was deeply embedded in his chest.

There was an unbelievable look in Aum's eyes. He endured the pain and tore off the battle axe. The golden red blood spilled all over the ground. He turned his head to look at the throne. The anger in his eyes seemed real. The fire, I am afraid that the entire temple will be burned.

"Will-son!" he yelled angrily.

Wilson looked back blankly, holding the eagle head and two topaz that had just been dropped from the throne in his arms.

(End of this chapter)