Vikings: Journey of the Juggernaut

Chapter 37 The Strongest Takes Action: The Sword of Rayleigh
"here we go."

When they saw the three slaves charging towards the Mistcrow warriors, everyone around the stands held their breath.

These three guys are obviously smarter than the previous one. Of course, it may be that the slaves before did not expect that they would be killed if they just passed by.

Faced with the siege of three people armed with offensive and defensive swords and shields, how should the man in front of him deal with it?
To their surprise, the larger Mist Crow warrior also did not carry a shield. Instead, he directly raised the two-handed sword in his hand and faced the three slaves.

This method is indeed very northern!

In the venue, at the moment when the confrontation was about to take place, relying on the advantage of the length of the sword, Jecam made a powerful and heavy sweep and knocked away all three shields in front of him.He returned with another reverse sweep with almost no gap, and a large amount of blood splashed out like rain.

The necks of the slave on the far left and the slave in the middle were cut open at the same time, and both died on the spot.

Only the slave on the far right suffered a gash on his shoulder due to the attack of the sword fading away after slashing two people in a row.

He was not a professional fighter, so he couldn't be nervous at such a bloody scene.The sudden sharp pain in his shoulder also made him scream, and he involuntarily took two steps back.The big sword in his sight swept across again.

brush--

The whole head flew into the sky!

wow...

There was an overwhelming wave of applause and war roars from the stands, and the war whale warriors stationed around the wall also showed admiration.

Three moves to resolve the battle, brutal to the point of destruction, this is the powerful northern warrior!
"The beating was so bloody that it was so enjoyable!"

"The Mist Crow tribe is really amazing. Even the two young warriors who came to participate in the baptism are so tyrannical."

"Which of these two people has the rumored qualification as a general?" someone asked curiously.

The strength of these two young warriors is obviously not that of the newly opened raiders, otherwise it would be impossible to resolve the battle so easily.At least one year ago, when he was 14 years old, he had the strength of the Raiders, or if he was younger, it was obvious that he was a genius.

"No, the general is the one named Rayleigh, and he hasn't appeared yet." The audience who had heard the rumors replied.

This sentence also aroused increasing curiosity and surprise among the people around him.

These two young fogcrow warriors are already so powerful, and there are actually people of the same age who are above them. How invincible they must be.

"We really came to the right place for the arena tonight. Maybe we can witness an inhuman monster."

"It's a pity that the fight was too fast. The battle ended in less than five breaths. The stronger Rayleigh might have ended it as soon as we opened our eyes..."

"What you see is the moment you open your eyes. The stunning scene is worth endless aftertaste."

"Indeed."

Everyone is looking forward to it more and more.

……

On the other side of the baptism stand, the old man with the sheep's head was also very emotional. He said that he had exposed three hands, but he only showed three hands.

The young people of the Mistcrow tribe are truly terrifying in battle!
Myra next to her also showed a shocked look. Only after walking out of the tribe this time did she realize what a huge difference there was between her and the young warriors outside.

Watching the young man wearing a bamboo hat heading to the arena, the old man with the goat's head flashed a light of wisdom in his eyes and said to Bassomo: "I think Rayleigh only needs one or two moves to end the battle and lead you." What do you think?"

Since the previous two people only used three moves, it is obvious that the current one who is stronger than them must be within three moves, either one or two moves.

"You're right." Bassomo said casually.

Hearing that his fighting insights were recognized, the eyes of the old man with a goat's head looked even wiser: "Although I am not good at fighting, my years of experience and vision are still very unique. You see, Rayleigh allowed the three slaves to surround him Get up, this is obviously planning to kill them all in one move..."

In the surrounding stands, this scene also aroused discussions among the onlookers:

"This Mistcrow warrior is too confident, allowing himself to be surrounded by three opponents. Either he has absolute strength, or he is a lunatic."

"A knife in one hand and a long sword in the other. It looks like we are going to solve this problem with one move."

"I didn't even take off my bamboo hat. I hope I won't die of arrogance and arrogance like that Yingshan warrior."

"It's absolutely impossible. Didn't someone just say that this guy named Lei Li is the strongest among the three baptizers of the Mist Crow tribe this time. Not to mention that he didn't take off his hat, I think he can do it even with his eyes closed. Kill these slaves easily."

Many people around him nodded in approval. Most of the slaves used in the baptismal battle were farmers who were incompetent in fighting and did not have much combat effectiveness.Those Western European knights who were truly valuable and powerful were either killed directly in battle, or were used in exchange for large amounts of ransom, and would not be wasted in the gladiatorial arena.

Just like the three slaves in the venue right now:

A young boy with a trembling look on his face, holding a sword and a shield. Judging from the way he holds the weapon, you can tell that he has not received serious combat training;
A woman with big arms and round waist, holding a harpoon. Although she looks a bit fierce, this harpoon may be very good at bullying those kind and weak women;

The only man of prime age holding an ax and shield, his body was hunched over from years of hard work, and his eyes were dull.

It might be okay for such three people to surround a trainee raider, but facing a professional warrior at the official raider level is obviously not enough.Not to mention that their opponents were not ordinary formal raiders.Within the venue, the battle is about to break out.

The fierce-looking woman couldn't help it first and stabbed him with a harpoon.Rayleigh waved the sword in his right hand, and the front end of the harpoon stuck with a clang.

"Let's do it together."

The fierce-looking woman shouted, and at the same time used all her strength to thrust the harpoon forward, but the long sword that intercepted the harpoon did not move at all.

The middle-aged man in front was reminded by the shout, and he immediately raised his ax and struck out.Although the boy on the left was timid, he gritted his teeth and swung the sword forward. If the people in front of him didn't die, they would definitely die.

At that moment, Rayleigh cut off half of the wrist holding the ax with a knife in his left hand. At the same time, he sidestepped to avoid the young man's slightly slower sword. With the help of the long sword in his right hand, he suddenly pushed away the inertia of the harpoon and struck a heavy blow. The flying kick hit the young man's shield in front of him.

bang...

The young man felt as if he had been hit by a warship, and he fell backwards several meters away.

The screams of the slaves in their prime and the sound of an ax falling to the ground rang in their ears. The harpoon of the fierce-looking woman in sight was also thrown several meters away by the thrust of the long sword.

His heart suddenly became cold, and he felt intuitively that it was over. The northerner in front of them was simply not something they could match.

……

The old man with the goat's head who saw this scene in the baptism stand felt that Rayleigh was indeed very powerful, but at the same time he couldn't help but blush again.

The harpoon thrown by a woman of such a large body with both hands could be easily blocked by Lei Li with one hand, which is enough to show her extraordinary strength. Later, in a small space, she instantly disrupted the attacks of two people and completed a counterattack, which shows her reaction. And the speed is equally extraordinary.

The overall strength is naturally tyrannical, but it is completely different from his previous guess that a whirlwind kills three people and ends the battle within one or two moves.

The sheep-headed old man turned to look at Commander Basomo, and couldn't help but want to say something. When he turned around, he saw that the commander was also looking over, with a meaningful look in his eyes, as if he was saying:
"Young Master intervened in the matter of soldiers." '

The old man with the sheep's head touched his beard and suppressed his words. He felt that it was really difficult to interrupt about the warrior matter. If he said it once, he would lose his face.

Turning back to look at the arena again, I saw that the hands of the prime-age slave closest to Rayleigh were dripping with blood. Not only the axe, but also the shield had fallen to the ground.A long sword stabbed into the left side of his heart, was withdrawn without hesitation, and then stabbed into the right side of his heart.

"He's doing a last-ditch attack, which is too cautious..." the old man with the sheep's head blurted out.

"No!" There was a faint light in Bartholmo's eyes and he shook his head, "He is not cautious."

The sheep-headed old man asked doubtfully: "What do you mean?"

"What a terrible young man!" Bassomo sighed in confusion.

At this time, Kaisen also reacted, staring at the figure in the field, sighing faintly in his heart, feeling the gap again.

This guy is growing up! ! !

To catch up with such a terrifying creature would be even harder than climbing to the sky, but I didn't realize that I could do this.

……

In the arena, after Rayleigh withdrew his sword again, he paused for a while.

The two different feelings disappear at the touch of a finger, and you have to look again...

In the peripheral vision, the fierce-looking woman picked up the harpoon that had fallen to the ground, yelled, then rushed forward, raised the harpoon with both hands and stabbed him with all her strength.

Full of loopholes——

Rayleigh looked back, tilting his head slightly to avoid the cross. He handed out the long sword in his hand at the same time, penetrated the left heart of the man in front of him, pulled it out, and stabbed into the right heart of the man again.

I feel a little bit!
Behind him, the young man who had just picked up his shield and sword stood up. Looking at this scene, his face turned completely pale.There was no way any of the three of them could beat him, let alone that he was the only one left.

After the figure in front withdrew his long sword, he looked back and started walking towards him. His steps were not fast, but it seemed that every step was stepping towards his heart.

Boom...boom...

The young man's heart was beating faster and faster. Seeing that the monster was about to come in front of him, his mentality finally collapsed. The sword and shield fell directly from his hands:

"Please let me go, let me go..."

Rayleigh stepped forward and thrust his sword into the young man's heart.

His sword does not look at men, women, old or young, it only distinguishes between friend and foe, and is never merciful.

It is naturally impossible to let go of the person in front of you, so you have to participate in another baptismal battle.Killing three more people was the next best thing. The registration fee to participate in the Baptism Battle again would have to be doubled and cost 6 silver coins. My family was not wealthy.

(End of this chapter)