Chapter 609 611. A man without a seed
“Then let’s take a look together.”
Adal stared into Haxo’s eyes.
“Look what will happen to the hero’s family!”
“Knock!”
"Break every bone of this hero's son! Starting with his fingers! I will turn him into a puddle of mud in his armor! Right in front of this hero!"
A "Boom" sound , Adal picked up the steel scepter, raised it up, and hit Haxo's breastplate with the tail of the stick.
As a result, Haxo suddenly curled up, his eyes widened, and he let out a "roaring, roaring" sound out of breath.
Adar smiled happily: "Resist? Keep resisting! I don't understand. What else do you have to resist? How has the empire failed you?"
"Ahem -Ahem, the reason for resistance? Isn’t this a cruel thing to find?”
Haxo's curled-up body burst into laughter.
On the other side, Stewart also began to groan in pain.
“I used to be a worthless man and a coward.”
“What did you say?”
Hakso’s words made Adal confused, and he even thought that This is another example of Haxo being verbally assertive.
"The scepter in your hand belongs to my friend. His name is Olivan, and he is the mayor of Sintra."
"He was shackled and fled to the castle, and your people Cut off the heads of his son and wife on the edge of the moat."
"Do you know who his wife is? What a coincidence, that's my sister!"
Elegance, Etiquette, these things that Haxo spent countless training and memories in his bones in the first half of his life, are all gone at this moment. No one cares anymore.
“I raised my sister, entrusted it to a good and trustworthy man, gave birth to a son, and then, you beheaded me!”
"I didn't have the guts. I was so scared until Oliwen pushed me away. Just like he took care of me without the guts before, and then he also died. Only the mayor's scepter was left to me. He told me I want to save people, I want to save this country!”
“Then I worked hard and tried my best to find a way!”
Hakso’s curled up body suddenly burst out of his armor. He took out the dagger that he had hidden long ago from the gap, turned over and stabbed Adar fiercely!
But he was too slow and his movements were too obvious.
So the dagger didn't even touch Adal's armor, and was stopped by the Nilfgaardian soldiers next to him.
The arms of the Nilfgaardian soldier were intertwined with Haxor's. No matter how hard he tried, the dagger could not move forward a little.
In anger, Adal rounded the steel scepter, and then bent Haxo's other leg with a 'bang' sound.
But Haxo, the former royal steward of Cintra and a self-proclaimed ‘man without seed’, ignored the pain of broken bones and crushed flesh.
He was held up by the Nilfgaardian soldiers and laughed at Adal, showing his gums and teeth that were stained red with blood.
His sideburns and beard are no longer neat, and the mockery and ferocity in his eyes are comparable to any warrior in Cintra!
"How ridiculous! Your Majesty, the Duke of Nilfgaard!"
"It's you who made a man without a seed become what he is now! Let him learn what it means to be brave from the hatred of his relatives and friends, and learn from countless People understand what responsibility is when they die. In the end, this stupid man turned out to be the hero in your mouth! How ridiculous! "
"Shut up!"
>Adal raised the steel scepter and stabbed Haxor in the mouth with the tail of the staff.
The heavy and strong scepter instantly dented half of Haxo's face.
Blood pooled in the helmet and dripped from the gaps. Half of the teeth were knocked out, and half of the teeth were swallowed by Haxo mixed with blood. The flames were still spreading down the hillside, and the heat was starting to get higher and higher.
Adal took a deep breath and suppressed his anger at being mocked by the northern savage.
Now is not the time for execution, he still has something he wants to know from this savage.
"Tell me" Adal picked up Haxo's head with his scepter, and the contact between the helmet and the scepter made a harsh steel friction sound.
"Where are the witchers in your team? Where is the little girl with mouse-grey hair? Where have you hidden them?"
Hakthor's face was startled, and then the corners of his bloody mouth twitched, as if smiled.
"This, this is what your emperor wants? 'Little girl with mouse gray hair'? Ha."
He tried to speak vaguely.
“You don’t even know the identity of the person you are looking for. It seems that your emperor doesn’t want you to know these things.”
Adal's face froze, then returned to normal.
“I don’t know, but I know that you will be able to tell me the whole story soon. And this information will become my new political bargaining chip.”
“Come and tell me. Come on, hero. I will let you die quickly."
And Haxor just looked at him with a smile. Even if he waved his hand to ask the people who were executing Stewart over there to increase their intensity and make the young knight scream more and more horribly, he just sneered.
The young knight just screamed from beginning to end, but never said a word to his father.
Hard, right?
Adal has seen tough guys, and he also knows how to deal with such people.
He will play with them until they completely collapse!
Then the Duke showed a cruel and gloomy smile, and leaned close to Haxo's ear.
“Do you still think that reinforcements will come towards this wildfire? Do you think that by leaving this group of maggot-like refugees, you can keep me and my army here? Let you become a household name , a hero who gives a thumbs up no matter who talks about it?”
"But all this, everything you have paid is meaningless."
Adal told Haxo the current situation of the war, but Haxo remained indifferent.
"Oh, it seems that you already knew that we won the Battle of Sodden, and what you wanted was to burn us to death with these meads. But it doesn't matter."
"Because This is meaningless.”
Adar smiled and waved without looking back, and a rare man without armor stood over.
He was wearing commoner clothes and had no valuable accessories. He only had a prayer from the Sun Sect stuck on the outside of the leather bag he was carrying cross-body with a fire seal.
“It’s different from the disgusting way you in the north treat these magical guys as noble people. In the empire, magic is just a craft. It’s no different from carpenters and blacksmiths.”
Adal smiled disdainfully: "And the empire has also trained these craftsmen to respect the people who should be noble-that is, the imperial nobles."
"Let it rain, Peeta. . Cool us down."
Chaos magic began to surge, and the sky became gloomy.
Haxo's pupils shrank first, and then he showed a sarcastic smile.
"Who says it's meaningless? You are trapped by a group of refugees. If it weren't for a warlock, you would even die! What will happen when these soldiers spread the news? The Nilfgaardians are still helpless Are they unstoppable? Are the nobles of the empire still unattainable? Or are you planning to kill all these three thousand soldiers?"
(End of this chapter)