Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 85: Veteran

King Nunn lay quietly on the ground.

His hand is still holding the front end of the handle of the giant axe tightly, as if it were his lover.

The spike in the center of the two axe blades plunged deep into his chest.

Everyone in the chamber was watching this scene.

Surprise, doubt, sadness, mourning, countless emotions are intertwined.

The victor of the duel, Grand Duke Peffert sweating profusely, his hand holding the handle of the axe slowly slipped off.

As his body relaxed, he knelt down beside King Nunn, panting violently.

Paffett, whose eyes are dull and his chest rises and falls, seems to have experienced a nightmare.

The Grand Duke Olesiu who was watching the game widened his eyes. He looked at the motionless king, and his complex emotions turned into unspeakable sorrow at that moment.

Grand Duke Ronnie looked sad.

Grand Duke Lecco's brows seemed to be bearing a heavy burden.

Trudida shook his head, seeming to express his disdain for the duel.

Tyles lowered his head and looked at the ground blankly.

He doesn't know what expressions Nicolai and Putila look like behind him at this time.

Damn it.

How could this happen.

He slowly clenched his fist.

King Nunn died here...

Who will control Longxiao City.

Who can control Longxiao City.

Who will control Longxiao City?

His thoughts became a mess.

The Grand Duke Paffett, who was free from the duel, half kneeled in front of the king's body, looking in a trance.

Noon.

The born king.

Nun Walton.

The monarch who has ruled Exeter for nearly thirty years.

Already...

Dead.

The young grand prince suddenly laughed lowly.

"Hahaha..."

He looked up, his laughter grew louder and weird, like a sick lunatic.

"Hahaha..."

Then, the young prince laughed wildly, and suddenly turned his head to look at the witness of the duel-the priest of Holm, who represents the goddess Haoyue.

"Hahahaha..."

His body is shaking constantly in the laughter.

The female chief priest looked back straight at Puffett, the graceful eyebrows on the veil were calm.

Under these eyes, Puffett felt an invisible pressure quietly coming.

His smile gradually faded.

The chief priest remained calm as usual, without any indication.

Paffert stopped his smile, his face slowly sinking, frowning suspiciously.

Thyls shook his head, thinking desperately about his future.

Just now.

"So that's it..." Nicolai, the meteorite behind, suddenly murmured.

The next moment, two huge collision sounds came from the field.

"Bang! Pass!"

"Dang Cang!" What followed was the sound of metal falling to the ground!

Thyls was agitated, waking up from his thoughts.

At the same time, many people in the chamber gave out unbelievable exclamations!

Thyls raised his head sharply.

Then he widened his eyes and frowned tightly.

He saw the most incredible scene.

No way.

Thyls was shocked and even forgot to breathe at that moment.

King Nunn, who was supposed to lie on the ground and died, has already earned money from the ground at some point!

He turned Puffett, face down, to the ground!

The great axe that pierced the king's chest was falling at their feet, shaking itself!

Like everyone else, Thales stared at the scene in front of him in surprise and incomprehension:

The old king of Exter has a fierce and aggressive expression, with his left arm hooped in a loop, tightly clasping Paffit’s right forearm from behind, and his right hand firmly against the opponent’s upper right arm, and his right knee is fierce. Kneel down and press Puffett's back.

King Nunn locked Pafit's right arm and pressed him to the ground.

Tyles opened his incredulous eyes and shook his head unconsciously.

How is it possible...

That kind of injury...

Thyls is not the only one who thinks this way. The people in the entire hall, from the prince to the subjects, from the servants to the guards, watched this incredible and incomprehensible reversal in shock.

"No, you obviously..." In the pain, panic, and fear, Grand Duke Paffith, whose right arm was locked and his head and face was crushed to the ground, exerted force desperately, trying to break free, panic on his face. The ground yelled: "No, it's impossible!"

He didn't believe that the king, who was pierced by the tip of his axe in the previous moment, stood up again in an instant, as if unscathed!

The old king's right chest, his front and back robes were soaked with blood, it looked terrifying.

At this moment, the injury didn't seem to exist, and it didn't affect the king's actions at all.

As if King Nunn had just been stabbed by a needle.

Thyls turned his head abruptly, and eagerly asked the only extreme master here: "How come..."

"Quiet!"

Nicolai interrupted him quickly.

The meteorite stared at the field fiercely, unwilling to let go of every detail: "After watching it...it's not over yet!"

Putila was surprised, and seemed unable to accept this fact.

"Impossible?" The resurrected King Nunn VII's face flushed. The king pressed down with his right hand and retracted his left hand. The muscles slowly shook and tightened while trembling, and began to use Paffert's elbow joint as a fulcrum. Pry his locked forearm backwards.

I saw the old king gritted his teeth with a grim face: "On the battlefield, you better believe in ‘impossible’!"

As King Nunn gradually exerted his force, Puffett's locked right arm began to slowly deform!

His forearm moved in the opposite direction of the elbow joint, scary.

A clear and identifiable sound of muscle fracture sounded in the field.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The Grand Duke's left arm stretched out desperately behind him, towards the crazy-looking King Nunn, but he could only scrape the air in vain and kept scratching in mid-air.

He couldn't break away from such a life-threatening lock.

"I killed you, I obviously killed you!" Puffett's neck pressed against the floor, twisted in the inhuman pain, and screamed in pain: "You are dead!"

"Really," King Nunn, who firmly suppressed his opponent, showed a fierce color mixed with hatred and madness, and his words were like a cold wind: "Maybe..."

"I didn't die completely enough?"

While speaking, Nunn VII's hands continued to use force and orderly.

The scary crackling and tearing sound in Paffit's forearm continued to sound.

Thyles felt chills.

The young Grand Duke struggled frantically, unable to reach the enemy's left hand and slapped the ground desperately.

However, under King Nunn's sophisticated and fierce twisting posture, all of Puffett's struggles seemed futile, and the strength in his young body was completely impossible to use.

He can only wiggle the other parts that he can move frantically.

Like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Next second.

"Pop!"

A crisp sound came from Puffett’s arm!

Paffert’s head was pressed on the ground, raised so high that his face was twisted into a ball, tears had already flowed out uncontrollably, and his mouth painfully expanded to the limit, and hissed from inside like never before Crazy cry: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah! No! No! No! ah ah!"

His right forearm, starting from the elbow, has been bent in the opposite direction!

In the severe pain, Peffert was shaking with the strength of King Nunn, and even raised his chest an inch off the ground!

But Puffett's nightmare is not over yet.

The right hand of King Nunn pressing on the opponent's upper right arm suddenly lifted up, suddenly making a fist with his right hand, and hitting the back of the head with a heavy hammer!

"Boom!"

Paffett's head was hit to the ground again with this punch.

His forehead slammed into the floor tiles, making a dull sound.

However, King Nunn kept moving. He let go of Peffert's abolished right arm, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the opponent's left arm!

Then use the same posture, but change the left and right sides, clasp the forearm with the right hand, and press the upper arm with the left hand, locking the remaining left arm of Puffett.

King Nunn took a deep breath and continued to force.

Paffert recovered from a brief dizziness.

The panic hit his heart in an instant.

Feeling the constant pain and numbness in the right arm, and the touch of the only intact left arm being locked tightly, the young grand prince realized something and turned his head in despair.

"Why?" Tears of pain fell from Paffit's face, and he asked his opponent unwillingly.

King Nunn stared at his eyes and sneered contentedly.

"On the battlefield, the wound through the chest is fatal. Most of the wounded can only give their lives to luck." The king stared at his enemy like a falcon, like a rabbit: "Penetrate the chest, Especially so."

King Nunn’s arm continued to force, and the words in his mouth kept on, exuding a chilling coldness:

"Your lungs have become a windbreaker, and breathing has become harder than raising your hand... Every time you take a hard breath, you can even feel the hiss of air coming in and out of the lungs, and you will start coughing , And then the more you cough, the more urgent it is, the heavier the cough, the more painful you cough, the smaller your breathing, the more painful it becomes, and the harder it becomes."

"Blood will slowly soak into your lungs, and then continue to emerge from your throat, mouth, and nose as you breathe and cough... In severe pain and chest tightness, you will feel extremely heavy in your chest, then slow Slowly numb, strength and perception will be far away from you."

"If it is accompanied by a rib break, congratulations, the fragments of bone will become the most terrible torturer... penetrate your muscles, rub your tissues, puncture your blood vessels, in pain and soreness , Torment your mind and body until you surrender to death and reach out to the ferryman of the prison river."

"Even if the wound is blocked in time, it will not help to stop the external bleeding... Your blood will be coughed more and more, and then less and less until you die... If you are lucky, it will be over within a few minutes. , If you are unlucky, you even wailed until midnight, accompanied by a terrible high fever and cold sweat, leaving in pain in hallucinations."

"On the battlefield, I have seen too many such tragedies."

Paffert's eyes widened, and painful cold sweat continued to seep from his forehead.

The king smiled, and his words followed suit:

"But..."

King Nunn put his head close to Puffett’s ear, savagely and authentically:

"You know, a person's chest has a range... not the entire chest is where the chest is..."

"If the pierced place does not hurt your chest cavity and avoids the deadly artery, such as just in the muscle between the right shoulder and the right chest, it penetrates the ground after moving forward and out... it rubs perfectly Chest and bones..."

"Use the power of termination to expand the wound muscles and stop the bleeding..."

"How...maybe..." Peffert gritted his teeth, his face bursting with blue veins, and stared at King Nunn behind him in despair.

"I said, kid," the power of ending surged over King Nunn's arms, and he laughed contentedly: "On the battlefield, you better believe in'impossible'."

Finally, a chilling sound, accompanied by Peffert's scream, reached everyone's ears again.

"Hey!"

Paffert wiggled frantically on the ground, screaming at his pain and despair at the moment.

His only arm was also bent by King Nunn.

The young prince has lost both hands.

A few seconds later, Peffert's struggle and roar began to diminish, his whole body twitching constantly, and he let out a sad moan.

The princes looked at the scene in disbelief.

"What does this mean?" Grand Duke Trudida tried his best to adjust his breathing.

The answer to him turned out to be Grand Duke Ronnie, who hadn't made a sound for a long time. He only heard the latter coldly saying: "It means the end."

Tyles stared blankly at the king's counterattack in an instant.

Quick, fierce, effective, once and for all counterattack.

He didn't even have time to see how the king's reversal started.

"Your Majesty was lying on the ground and was pierced by the tip of an axe," Nicolai sighed behind him: "Whether it is us or Puffett, we only know that Your Majesty was pierced in the chest, but you can't The position of the penetrating behind the back...I can’t tell if it is a fatal injury."

"And that was calculated by the king."

Calculated?

Thyls stared at King Nunn's chest, especially the blood-soaked area on the right.

King Nunn panted, threw off the enemy's disabled arm, and stood up.

At that moment, Thales felt that this powerful figure was extremely tall.

King Nunn looked around the people in the hall.

He was greeted with different eyes and breaths from excitement, surprise to doubt, etc.

"Wine!"

King Nunn suddenly roared: "Rye alcohol!"

Talston was taken aback.

"The strongest kind!"

There were responsible servants and guards, and he hesitated to look at the chief priest of the Haoyue Temple and several princes.

However, the chief priest of Holm was still unmoved, and the princes just stared at the king blankly.

Paffert on the ground stopped groaning, he lifted his head, looking desperately and numbly at his opponent.

"Okay!" King Nunn roared impatiently: "I won't smother him with a wine glass!"

"He's X, bring me the wine soon!"

"In the name of the king!"

The king’s official, Lord Mike sighed and waved his hand to satisfy the king’s privilege.

A full barrel of rye was quickly carried onto the court.

King Nunn grabbed the iron wine glass he sent, lifted the lid of the barrel, scooped up a glass of wine, and put his head back into his mouth.

The drink oozes from the corner of his mouth, flowing through the king's short beard from chin to neck.

The old king drew off the strong wine in the glass in one gulp, wiped his chin happily, and scooped another glass of wine.

This time, King Nunn suddenly tore off the clothes on his right shoulder, revealing the old but still sturdy muscles.

There, the wound just pierced by the tip of the axe is full of sight, one on the front of the chest and one on the back, but they all deviate from the center of the chest, even close to the shoulders.

The wounds have been filled under the squeeze of the muscles.

King Nunn gritted his teeth and raised the wine glass, and poured it on his wound!

The muscles of his right shoulder shivered and shivered under the pouring of strong alcohol.

But King Nunn's face was as usual, cold and cold.

It seemed that it was not liquor that soaked his wound.

Everyone in the hall watched this scene quietly.

No one interrupted him.

On the ground on the side, Grand Duke Paffit with his arms folded screamed in a low voice, again showing unwilling resentful eyes.

He put his head on his upper body and tried to get up with the help of his knees.

He was greeted by King Nunn's relentless foot, stepping on the archduke's back, and stepping Peffert back to the ground.

Paffett first moaned in pain, and then turned into an unwilling roar.

"No, how did you do it..." The young Grand Duke's face was gloomy, staring at King Nunn, as if to dig a piece of meat from him.

"Do you think you can pierce my chest with the tip of an ax so easily?" King Nunn looked as usual. He took another glass of wine and drank it: "Boy, that's me who led you Come and stab me!"

"My strength is not as good as you, and my stamina is not as good as you. In the battle of the giant axe, sooner or later, I will lose," King Nunn stepped on Peffert's back and took a sip at him disdainfully: "But even if it is an extreme master, once it relaxes..."

King Nunn’s eyes showed a sharp light:

"There is nothing good."

Paffert's eyes widened, he put his face on the ground, his lips trembled, and he let out an inexplicable roar again.

Full of desolation and pain.

"I’ll give you a piece of advice, don’t relax before twisting the enemy’s neck," King Nunn exhaled slowly, feeling his exhaustion and fatigue, with a cold tone: "This has been thousands of years, we The most precious experience gained in the **** of fighting with orcs in blood."

King Nunn raised his head again and drank the third glass of wine.

"This is what is often said in the army, the so-called combat instinct of a soldier?" Behind Thales, Putila asked indifferently.

"Instinct?" What answered him was a sneer from Meteor Nicolai: "This is a tactic. From beginning to end, the duel is in the calculation and rhythm of your Majesty, following his arranged pace. "

Putila looked suspicious.

"From the very beginning, Your Majesty has tempted Perfeet to use the tip of an axe to assassinate him instead of using an axe blade to kill him." The meteorite folded his arms, his eyes seemed to have a smile: "Your Majesty It seems to be passively defensive with an axe, unable to counterattack, retreating step by step..."

"In fact, after every blow they fought, the distance between the two of them unknowingly approached a little bit, until finally when His Majesty fell, the distance between him and Peffert even reached the level of face to face. The latter is not allowed to chop with axe blades."

Tyles' heart moved ~IndoMTL.com~ to look at the distance between the two in the field and the location of the two great axes.

"Perfeet, he was led by your majesty, and used the stabbing of the axe to end the battle." The leader of the Blade Guard replied lightly:

"And your Majesty lay down on the ground, using both hands to control the opponent's axe, piercing the muscle gap between his chest and shoulder blades... That was the injury that your Majesty made himself, which would bring terrible pain, but absolutely Non-lethal blow."

Tyles took a deep breath and looked at King Nunn in the field.

Old spicy hunter, right?

"The only thing left to do is to wait for the crazy opponent who has been spurred by words, thinking that he has won the duel," Putila said with emotion to complement the meteorite's answer: "Then seize the opportunity and use A flaw that can completely restrain the advantages of Peffert’s endurance and strength and launch a decisive counterattack."

"I hope you will take a close look at this rare duel and benefit from it, Your Highness." The prince's deputy said to his prince indifferently.

Thyls can only shake his head slowly.

"Paffert claimed to know his majesty's fighting methods from his grandfather, but he didn't understand anything at all," Nicolai's pale face flickered in the flames: "This is the real'fierce counterattack, one Hit the enemy.'"

"Impressive." The Marquis of Comus exclaimed beside him: "You are not surprised by this, are you."

Nicolai slowly nodded: "Yes, every step of Paffitte is expected by your majesty."

"On the western front of the stars, there is such a saying," Putila sighed: "Even a dying veteran on the battlefield is tens of thousands of times stronger than a newcomer with great power. "

"The veteran meets the rookie," the king's guard captain hummed softly: "The result of this duel, from the beginning..."

"It is doomed."