Riding and Slashing

Chapter 7 The Great Swordsman of Mettenheim

These muscular men come from a distant land full of volcanoes - Mettenheim.

It was the former colony of the Buckley Empire, and it became a famous 'mercenary camp' after the Earl of Mettenheim led troops to resist the war and gained independence a hundred years ago.

There were quite a few Mettenheim mercenaries who came to Pendor to seek livelihood. They seldom used shields, but preferred to fight on foot with two-handed heavy swords.

They don't ride horses, rumor has it that the horse's face reminds them of their yellow-faced women, but in fact the rough terrain of Mettenheim is not suitable for riding or forming cavalry regiments, so they can't ride.

Because there are volcanoes and iron mines all over the country, Mettenheim's metallurgical technology is quite developed. The heavy armor and two-handed sword they cast are top-notch goods even if they are placed anywhere.

But in the eyes of the nobles in Pendor Continent, the people of Mettenheim are still just a group of barbarians - although they are brave and fearless as mercenaries, these tall and rough men who fight on foot really do not conform to Pendor's knight aesthetics.

Right now, these dozen strong men stared at the black-haired young man in front of them, with contempt and mockery in their eyes.

Li Ang is 1.8 meters tall. The six months of training have given him a body of sturdy muscles. He is already an outstanding hunk in Pande.But standing in front of this group of strong men, it was as if a small chicken had been mixed in beside a flock of big geese.

"Guys, you are my people now." Li Ang raised the parchment in Yang's hand: "Who is your leader?"

This group of strong men acted as if they hadn't heard it, and the mocking look in their eyes became more obvious.

"Aha? No one can talk? It seems that you prefer to be slaves rather than real soldiers..." Li Ang didn't intend to talk nonsense, and directly greeted Andrew outside the door: "Let's go, lock the door, and find someone later." If the lady sells them, there must be a good price..."

A Mettenheim man pushed aside his companion, stood up, and stared fiercely at Li Ang.

Compared with other big men, this person does not appear to be burly. He is about 1.9 meters tall, and he is considered short in stature among this group of Meittenheim people.

But the muscles on his body were surging, which made Li Ang, who was originally considered strong, look emaciated at this time.

The weight of this hunk is probably twice that of Li Ang, but his walking posture does not look bulky, but rather light.Clearly a master at balancing strength and agility.

"What kind of fighters should we be? If we fight as mercenaries, we will die without complaint. But if we go to the arena to fight wild beasts for fun, we would rather die."

There was a scar on his forehead, slanting across half of his face.The sound is harsh like metal friction, but it is extremely clear, which fits the characteristics of the grassroots captain who often gives orders on the battlefield.

This is obviously the leader of the group.

Well, if you can still make sense, that's easy to say.And with a sense of honor, that's even better.

"I bought you, of course, to let you fight for me as mercenaries. I will even pay for it—of course, it may be slightly lower than the market price, until I recover the cost of buying you."

Li Ang stared at the man's eyes and said seriously.

Scarface also stared into Li Ang's eyes and listened carefully, nodded: "Of course you can be a mercenary, as long as you have food, it doesn't matter what you get paid... But I can't let my brothers fall into a mortal battle—I don't want to be a mercenary." Will send them after another coward who is not worth relying on. Unless you can prove your ability, Barclays."

It seems that this group of people once followed an unreliable employer, which led them to this situation.And the history of their country led them to dislike the Barkleys.

Li Ang thought for a while and looked at the scarred face: "Who is the best among you? We can decide in a fairer way."

Scarface remained expressionless: "A fair way? What are you referring to?"

Li Ang grinned: "Swordsmanship. Let the two-handed swords that you Mettenheim people are best at decide. If I win, you will follow me and swear allegiance. If I lose, then I will let you go and give you How about freedom?
Scarface grinned and smiled, and the chill in his eyes faded a lot: "Good way... There are not many mainlanders who can compare two-handed swords with the Great Swordsman of Mettenheim..."

Li Ang turned to look at Andrew outside the door: "Do me a favor, find some two-handed swords."

The most indispensable thing in the arena is weapons. Although they are all shoddy goods, most of them are very durable and more than enough for fighting.

Not long after, a few servants came over carrying several weapons.

Scarface turned one by one with his hands, chose the one with the right weight, nodded to Li Ang, and raised his sword in a swordsman salute: "Great Swordsman of Mettenheim, Klose."

"Leon, from Buckley."

Li Ang didn't even pick one, picked up a sword casually, and then saluted to indicate that he was ready.

In fact, Li Ang was already secretly happy, this guy is actually a great swordsman, this is a real elite!

The room was very spacious, and the big sword was strong enough to use. A group of people stood far away and formed a circle, leaving the open space in the middle for the two people who were about to compete.

The two stood facing each other with a distance of about five steps. At the same time, they lowered their center of gravity, holding swords in both hands and pointing obliquely at the ground beside them.

Then they took a step forward at the same time, blocking the distance.

Klose raised his sword and stabbed lightly, but Li Ang didn't blink, allowing the long sword to stab in front of his eyes, and then watched Klose take it back like lightning.

This was Klose's false move to lure him to take a shot, but Li Ang didn't take the opportunity to make a shot, but firmly stuck in his position and moved forward a small half step.

He is much shorter than his opponent, and his wingspan is shorter than that of Klose, so the distance should be relatively close first.

Klose also took half a step back. This is an experienced swordsman. The non-fatal scar on his forehead that slanted through the front door also proved that he is a master who is good at taking advantage of his body.

But when he retreated, Li Ang leaned forward extremely suddenly, waved his sword backhand to separate Klose's blocking, and then got close to within one step-this is no longer suitable for using a big sword, but using a dagger. very suitable.

Klose could no longer distance himself, because the two swords were wrestling across the sides of the two of them. This happened to be an awkward position where neither of them could use their strength. Whoever flinched would lose the opportunity.

But Li Ang suddenly raised his hands sideways, and after a short but painful sound of blade rubbing, the hilt hit Klose's jaw precisely.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Andrew, who was standing a little further away, didn't even see the movements of the two clearly. He only saw that Klose was repelled a few steps as soon as they made contact.

Klose, who took a few steps back and almost fell, stood up again, grinning and rubbing his chin, his face extremely gloomy.

(End of this chapter)