Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 60 Norsca Style Fighting Technique

In the prison, the fighting techniques that Roel learned from a Yankee in clothes actually included most of the weapons, but that thing can't be called swordsmanship, it should be called the use of weapons.

In fact, most Yankees are not the kind of fighting style that most people think that they don't wear clothes and go crazy with two axes, they are just berserkers.

They will also be afraid, and they will also think about how to deal with the enemy, but in the wild north, the fighting methods evolved are fierce and sharp.

It is inconsistent with the swordsmanship pursued by most knights, even quite "barbaric", but the essence of killing techniques is barbaric.

Efficiency is something to be feared about in a Warrior of the North, especially when it's used to slaughter other creatures.

At this moment, the square is full of residents here, and the news of the duel and the fact that Roel will test the son-in-law instead of the lord are also spread. If it didn't happen too fast, the villagers of the nearby villages might be able to surround the place with three layers.

The servant carefully put the inner lining and outer armor on the two warriors to ensure that they would not be fatally attacked by each other, but there is no eye for competition, and it is impossible to really equip them with the kind of heavy equipment that is sufficient for complete defense.

If the strength is too great, it is not impossible to injure the opponent.

When the servants asked Roel to choose a weapon, Roel quickly noticed that there were swords, but also meteor hammers, battle axes, war hammers, and flails.

Although there is no opening front, the combat effectiveness should not be bad. With a little polishing, it can be used directly on the battlefield. The original weapon of the world like the warhammer can kill people.

Roel chose for a long time, but he didn't find his favorite weapon.

Pitchforks!
In fact, Roel only has long poles, whether it is a pitchfork or a bayonet tied to a Rick collar rifle, they are almost one meter long, comparable to a knight's two-handed sword.

It also made Roel's combat effectiveness in terms of weapons very unscientific. After all, he had only become a real fighter for a few days.

But the lance is obviously not a long pole, and it is impossible for infantry to use it to fight.

Roel looked around and asked Garamon. "Is there a limit to the weapons I can use?"

Garamond thought for a moment. "No, everything this castle can provide is fine, but muskets are not good, how can long-range weapons step into a duel, and the power is too great."

"If the weapon is too long, I will also let him change to a long weapon."

Roel nodded, and felt that this old knight still remembered the firearm against me, so he is not stupid, at least he should be smart among the nobles of Bretonnia.

"It's nothing, what I need is in this courtyard."

Roel walked down the ring surrounded by the square and found a farmer on the side of the road. "My friend, lend me your fork."

The farmer obviously didn't expect this situation, with a dull expression, thinking that the knight was looking for him to work, and Roel had to explain before he gave himself the pitchfork.

"My lord, it's from my family, play carefully..."

At this moment Roel returned to the ring, holding a pitchfork in his hand, looking at its quality, it is not bad, it can be used.

And this incident directly aroused the curiosity-seeking psychology of the audience. How could such a weapon be used in a knight's duel?

Garamon refrained from saying anything, but his children were not of such high quality. "You use this?"

He asked Roel in surprise, and felt that today was too outrageous for him to use such a weapon.

Roel raised the fork and lowered the lower plate slowly. "I just use it, why?"

The two of them put themselves in good positions, and Hornromon's movements looked elegant. He chose the two-handed sword of the great swordsman of the Empire, and slashed horizontally and vertically, full of power. In contrast, Roel was cross-legged , the center of gravity is downward, which makes people feel ugly.

But Garamon realized at once that this was a femme fatale, and that the pitchfork was a poisonous stinger, and if his own child could not cut the pitchfork with the blade of his sword, he would be killed by his stab.

This is an action quite similar to the formation of soldiers on the battlefield, lowering the ground to defend and charge, but it also has the barbaric instinct of the green-skinned orcs.

At this moment, Roel's whole body was swaying from side to side, back and forth, making Horn feel as if he had stepped into a dense forest. He didn't dare to attack, so he could only curse. "Are you a farmer who only distances himself?"

The giant sword is still a little short of distance, after all, stabbing and slashing are two concepts.

Roel had no words. If he wanted to scold him, he could give blood to the opponent who scolded him. All he needed was to make the opponent lose as soon as possible, and make the opponent lose ugly, so that the servants in the castle would not recognize the loser as their master. .

Roel held his breath and concentrated. Generally speaking, it is risky to strike first in a battle. The opponent may throw away the weapon and then take advantage of it.

But Roel used a long handle, and the quick attack would exhaust the opponent. With a movement of Roel's wrist, the pitchfork struck like a snake.

As the noble young master who is the child of the Holy Grail Knight, he is not a pampered person. Instead, he didn't look at the shining fork point, but kept staring at Roel's wrist exerting force to judge whether the opponent might be a fake move.

Roel's body leaned forward, his wrist exerted strength, and the spear protruded out. He immediately crossed his sword and tried to cut off Roel's wooden handle, but after a while, the blade made a bright low sound on impact.

buzz~

All the people present held their breaths, the blades staggered, but they did not give up, but the situation changed very quickly. Horn's giant sword was slammed by the tip of the pitchfork, and it was instantly shaken away, because Roel knew that he could not Fight with the giant sword!

It's just that Roel flicked down quickly, and with a bit of ingenuity, he overturned the knight's unstable lower body. After he adjusted it, the giant sword that was slashing at Roel was also released.

Ding ding, the blade fell to the ground, and he, Horn, was defeated.

(End of this chapter)