pertwk Chapter 1390 Knight and Wolf
Chapter 1390 Knight and Wolf
Chapter 1390 Knight and Wolf
Deep in the foggy forest, two figures were moving quickly.
With a tall and strong body, full body armor, a black fur cloak, and a huge sword as tall as a person, there is no doubt that he is a brave and skilled fighter.
Even though his head is in the shape of a wolf, it cannot conceal the sharpness of a warrior.
Bang!
The half-man, half-wolf warrior suddenly exerted force with his feet, and dead leaves mixed with soil flew everywhere. He turned into a fast shadow and leaped forward, holding the huge sword high in his hand, and chopped it down headfirst!
Clang! ! A dull, teeth-grinding sound of metal collision rang out, and sparks flew everywhere, even illuminating the dark fog forest for a moment.
The tall knight, wrapped in dark blue ferocious full-body armor, held the greatsword tightly in both hands, and resisted the wolf warrior's fatal leap and slash.
Crackling... Crackling... The two great swords continued to wrestle with each other, and the sparks bursting out from the contact point were extremely dazzling.
The wolf warrior kicked the knight hard in the chest and abdomen, sending the latter flying backwards. He then turned into a shadow and chased after him, swinging his greatsword and slashing horizontally.
But the determined horizontal slash missed.
Before the knight landed after being kicked, he stretched out his arm, plowed a three-meter-long drag mark on the ground, and then forcibly fixed his body with his arm, keeping his body parallel to the ground and barely avoiding the fatal horizontal slash.
Then the knight used his arms to bounce his body up, and both he and his sword turned into a rapidly spinning steel turbine. High-speed heavy slashes from top to bottom continuously bombarded the giant sword that the wolf warrior was blocking in front of him.
Immediately, dense metal collision sounds were heard in the foggy forest.
"Roar!"
The wolf warrior let out a howl that was no different from that of a mad wolf, and swung his sword violently to shake off the steel vortex in front of him. Only then did he realize that he had been forced to move back nearly three meters by the continuous attacks, and his feet left deep marks on the ground.
Pah! The knight landed steadily on top of the ruins of an old building several meters away, holding the greatsword in his hand and pointing it at the werewolf. There was a faint red light and steam on the blade.
"I thought he was just a little rascal who was following me, but I didn't expect he was so capable."
The werewolf warrior slammed the giant sword into the ground, with the tip of the sword sinking into the ground:
"I am Blaze, state your name, knight."
"As expected... a wolf's head and a human body, you are Blaze."
The knight took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face with a melancholy temperament and long black curly hair.
"I am Lancelot, a nobody serving Lord Hathi."
"Haiser? I've never heard of you. Are you a noble or lord from somewhere? Your ability is comparable to that of the noble knights of the Broken War era. If you were placed in the King's Army, you would be the well-deserved chief knight. I really can't imagine that a strong man like you would modestly call yourself a 'nameless person'."
Blaze's wolf face grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth:
"Your strength has earned my respect. Before we continue the fight, please explain your intentions in following me, 'Nobody'."
Lancelot lowered his sword and said in a deep voice: "My target this time is you, the half-man, half-wolf Blaze. After asking around, I finally got information about you from a wandering merchant."
"Oh? It seems that this was the information provided by Kale. Did you kill him? Or torture him?" Werewolf Blaze's tone became grim.
Lancelot shook his head slightly. "Neither. That would be against the spirit of chivalry. I just helped him a few times, and he gave me information about you and asked me to come to the Mist Forest to find you and help you if possible."
"So? You found me, but you still haven't told me your true intentions. I don't believe you really intend to help me."
Blaze clenched the hilt of the giant sword with his five fingers, and lowered his body slightly, as if he was ready to start a fight if they disagreed.
"Then I will tell you straight out. My Lord wants to see you, so he sent me to find you. Would you please come with me, Mr. Blazer?"
Lancelot's greatsword also cooled down from its previous red-temperature state, but there was a slight gap on the blade.
Blaze obviously noticed this as well, and couldn't help but let out a low laugh: "You're not going to fight me with that useless sword, are you?"
"A knight will not die unarmed. Even if the sword he holds is damaged, I can still seize the enemy's weapon and use it for myself." Lancelot also lowered his body, preparing to jump down from the wreckage of the building to attack Blaze.
But Blaze suddenly raised his hand: "Let's take a break from the meaningless battle. The fight between you and me is meaningless. Even if you really have a trump card that can defeat me here, I will not go with you to see your master. Because the figure I show before you at this moment is just a shadow."
Shadow? Lancelot was stunned. The feeling during the battle could not be faked. The opponent was obviously a real entity. But how could such a proud warrior tell a low-level lie?
"Turning your consciousness into a projection and walking on the ground is a technique that 'someone' taught me. And you should be able to feel that if you continue to fight, you will be completely defeated within twenty moves because your weapon is damaged."
Blaze held the hilt of the greatsword stuck upside down on the ground, and a black fur cloak wrapped around his burly body:
"How about this, listen to my opinion?"
"……Please say."
"I am hunting a man named Darevier. I heard he fled to the mist forests of Nimgofor.
If you can find him and kill him, you will also be qualified to fight me fairly.
When the battle is over, if you are still alive, I will listen carefully to your request."
Lancelot thought for a few seconds, then nodded slightly: "It's a fair and reasonable request. I agree."
After saying this, Lancelot was ready to turn around and leave. It was obvious that he had his own way of finding people.
At this moment, Blaze suddenly called him: "Wait a moment, Knight."
Lancelot stopped and looked back at Blaze.
Blaze asked seriously, "You said you serve a master named Heather. So, are you the strongest among his warriors?"
Lancelot put on his helmet again with a self-deprecating look:
"Unfortunately, I am only the least worthy among the many warriors under the great master."
As the words fell, Lancelot's figure disappeared into the depths of the foggy forest.
"He's actually the weakest one... Hey, he doesn't look like the type to lie."
Werewolf Blaze muttered to himself as he pulled the giant sword out of the ground and put it back on his back:
"Princess Ranee, it seems that another ambitious lord has appeared in this border area.
But please rest assured, no matter what kind of enemy it is, I, Blaze, as your shadow beast, will wipe them out for you one by one."
As he spoke, he wrapped his black fur cloak tightly around himself and soon disappeared into the depths of the misty forest.