Chapter 261: The School of Witchers, Yeats’ Efforts and Sweat
Yeats had a hunch that the wedding of Knight Colin would be filled with the flash of swords.
Since there will be rivers of blood, Yeats, the God of Mist, will naturally not miss it.
Before that, the sixty-fourth round of the duel conference was about to be held, and Yeats had already learned about his opponent.
Roger Griffin, a witcher of the Squirrel School.
The schools of witchers are mainly divided into four categories: eagle, wolf, snake, and squirrel.
Each school of demon hunters has its own school, scattered in inaccessible places in the Midgard Continent, either on isolated islands or cliffs. Only a few lucky ones can enroll and practice.
The history of witchers must be traced back to the old era when witchcraft and alchemy were prosperous.
At that time, the magic network had not yet been born. Demon hunters brewed potions, studied witchcraft, and refined their skills to compete with the monsters.
This is a group of professional hunters who lick blood from the tip of their swords. Rather than believing in gods, they would rather believe in the swords and potions in their hands. Therefore, there are very few demon hunters who serve a specific god. Use [Totem] as their spiritual sustenance.
Yeats said: "Zuan Ya, the squirrel painted on the totem of the Squirrel School is not you, right?"
Zuan Ya said with satisfaction: "Although I haven't shown up for a long time, my story is still spread in the mainland. Legend! "
Obviously he is of high seniority, but his fighting ability is a mystery, and he can only serve as a mascot in many cases.
Yeats thought: "So, the totems of the Wolf Sect and the Snake Sect are the Chaos Demon Wolf and the World Serpent?"
"Yes, but these two guys can't do it. It’s all dead.”
Zuan Ya said happily: "Unlike me, I eat and drink well all day long, and there are many good shows to watch. I don't want to go back to World Tree!"
Yeats: "..."
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The demon hunters of each school have different fighting styles.
The demon hunters of the Squirrel School move quickly, come and go like the wind, and are good at arrows, crossbows, hidden weapons, and stabbing swords.
"Seeing as he is a believer in tooth drilling, please be merciful."
Yeats rubbed his chin.
"The winner will be decided within three moves."
In the midsummer of August, the sun was blazing, and the King's Arena was filled with people.
There is a gorgeously decorated stand on the outside of the stone fence. The old and majestic Golden Lion King Richard stands under a canopy held high by his attendants. When he attended, it aroused cheers like a mountain and a tsunami.
Outside the arena, carriages were noisy and vendors were busy.
The betting platform was crowded inside and outside. Not only the common people were placing bets, but the nobles also sent their servants to bet. There were shouts and shouts one after another.
“The newly promoted Earl Yeats dueled with the famous Griffin Eye and decided to leave!”
“What about the Earl? Roger has hunted king-level ones. Two-headed griffin! I bet on Roger to win!”
Roger Griffin is already a well-known four-ring demon hunter. He is proficient in archery and once poured his fighting spirit into Mithril. Arrow, killing a two-headed gryphon with one arrow, caused a sensation in the Lundu Adventurer's Guild.
Looking back at Yeats, the stereotype of the bard as weak is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Even for the Chosen One, the rules have clearly stated that musical spells cannot be used in the duel, which is equivalent to breaking one of his arms. Yeats's defeat is almost certain -
This is the mentality of most nobles. Real thoughts.
Even though they had sent envoys to congratulate Yeats on the sealing of the title, they secretly expected to see Yeats make a fool of himself in this duel.
The royal jester, Mormo, was one of the nobles who bet on Yeats' defeat.
Mormo was wearing a ridiculous red tights and exaggerated makeup on his face. He overlooked the arena where the wind swept up the sand and stones, and said jokingly:
"Your Majesty, Count Yeats must have won the prize." After the poetry festival crown, it is really Think of yourself as the messenger of the God of Light? Now he has to participate in the duel meeting of knights. His fragile body can't resist it! "
The jester, also known as the court jester, makes jokes. The king relieves his troubles and relieves his boredom.
Richard the Lionheart wore a red cloak, put his hand on the railing, and said calmly:
"He is not someone you can discuss, shut your mouth."
Mormo's face suddenly changed, turning white and green, then he smiled ingratiatingly, rubbed his hands and stepped aside.
Colin and Mormo stood side by side, somewhat absentmindedly.
Seeing this, Mormo smiled flatteringly and said:
“I heard that Your Excellency Colin is about to hold a wedding, and His Majesty is personally organizing it for you. It’s really an enviable life.”
Kelin's eyes changed, and the heart-wrenching pain flashed away in his eyes.
He squinted at Mormo with a cold face, with a terrifying look on his face, as if he would cut your tongue out if he said one more word.
Mormo smiled bitterly.
That’s it, I offended His Majesty and the Royal Knight in one day!
Dang——
The ringing of the bell echoed in the arena, symbolizing the appearance of the dueling parties.
Applause and cheers suddenly erupted in the venue, and two young knights were seen walking out of the passages on both sides.
Before the game, a coin toss determines whether the game will be a horse or foot battle.
The duel between Yeats and Roger Griffin was a foot battle. Both sides held standard longbows, wore robes with family crests and mail, and carried quivers on their backs and knives at their waists.
Participants can choose from several weapons provided by the event: long bows, one-handed swords, two-handed swords, spears... These standard weapons can not only exert the power of fighting spirit, but also not cause any harm. Fatally wounded.
When Roger Griffin saw Count Yeats choosing the 'longbow' as a weapon, there was something strange in his eyes.
The longbow is not only the representative weapon of the Golden Lion Kingdom, but also the specialty of the demon hunters of the Squirrel School.
In this unique skill that he is proud of, Roger will never allow himself to lose to another knight who is also holding a longbow!
Dang Dang Dang——
The ringing of the bell becomes more rapid, which means that the duel has officially begun!
Suddenly, Roger's eyes became sharp, he opened his bow and nocked an arrow, and actually nocked five arrows at the same time.
The muscles are ridged, the bowstring is tense and bent like a full moon, and the five arrows roar out with majestic fighting spirit!
Squirrel School Combat Technique·Pentagram Arrow Formation!
“The five arrows seem to be unrelated, but in fact they form a small magic circle with each other. The power of the arrows is superimposed on each other, and the magic circle will also explode.” Zuanya suddenly said, “Put the formation in the center Just shoot through the eyes."
Hearing this, Yeats' eyes focused and he relaxed his arrow.
咻——
The arrow pierced the sky and penetrated the eye of the five-pointed star arrow formation!
Boom! !
When the arrow array shattered, there was an explosion, and black smoke billowed in the arena.
In the smoke, the broken arrow shaft fell with a clatter.
Roger was holding a long bow, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
How did he discover the loophole in the arrow formation?
He was able to defeat the Pentagram Arrow Array without even using his combat skills. The soul power of Count Yeats should not be underestimated!
At the same time.
The arena echoed with exclamations from the audience.
In the eyes of the audience, Roger's combat skills were astonishing.
However, Count Yeats defused the attack with just one fluttering arrow!
‘It is said that Roger is famous and good at archery, and no one can match him in the competition. ’
‘But in this first round of confrontation, Count Yeats actually had the upper hand! ’
The jester Mormo was moved by this, and immediately sweat dripped from his forehead, and he felt worried.
‘Oops, will I lose all my big bets? ! ’
"Unexpectedly, Yeats also has a skill in archery." Richard the Lion-Hearted's eyes shimmered, "Colin, what do you think?"
Colin looked down at the arena, with a serious look on his face, and nodded: " His accomplishments are impressive.”
The words have not yet finished.
In the venue, Roger has raised a thick mist through the 'cloud and mist technique'. His figure was elusive in the clouds and mist, and the cold arrow was exposed, and he burst out of the thick mist unexpectedly!
Combat Skill·Blinding Arrow!
"The cold arrow is tempered with poison, which can blind the enemy. You can't see me even if you open your eyes. This is also a unique trick I invented!" Zuan Ya said proudly.
Yeats took the time to complain: "I can finally see that each of you Squirrel School has special skills!"
With the "ancestor" Diamond Tooth on hand to point out, Roger's arrows In the eyes of Yeats, the technique was full of loopholes, and he used his "talent: Penetrate the Yang with a Hundred Steps" to shoot a sharp arrow, which unexpectedly broke Roger's blinding arrow!
In the heavy fog, Roger's expression suddenly changed. How is this possible? He seems to know the weaknesses of all my combat skills!
Relying on the advantage of quick action, Roger quickly moved the front in the heavy fog, thinking about countermeasures while anxious.
At the same time, Yeats opened his bow like a full moon, summoned the chilling spirit of the Wild Hunt in his body, and shot it into the sky!
Blessing·Thousands of arrows are fired!
The arrows rose into the sky and seemed to split, turning into a rain of arrows that covered the sky!
The arrows rained down like black clouds on the city, and their shadows were cast on the faces of the audience who were looking up. Everyone was shocked!
咻咻咻——
The rain of arrows covered the sky like a plague of locusts, which was so horrifying that even King Richard the Lion-Hearted was moved by it.
“Good archery!” Richard praised.
"This is beyond the scope of combat skills." Colin frowned slightly, "It must be a blessing in the field of archery!"
No matter how heavy the fog shrouds, no matter how hard it is, Covering Roger's figure, the arrow array has blocked all his advances and retreats!
Roger looked up, his mouth wide open, his eyes dull.
‘The five-pointed star arrow array can only fire five arrows at once, but Count Yeats’s archery technique... what exactly is it? ! ’ With no other choice, Roger had no choice but to hold up his body-protecting fighting spirit and fight against the rain of arrows from the sky!
Roger with one arrow can handle it with ease, and Roger with ten arrows still faces it calmly, but thousands of arrows are fired at once - the value is too terrifying, and there is no way to resist!
Roger found it difficult to take a breath, and fled out of the venue in embarrassment. While declaring that he would abstain, his eyes went dark, and he stumbled a few steps before he stopped being dizzy!
The venue was completely silent.
The audience was stunned.
No one could have imagined that Count Yeats would defeat Roger with his proud archery skills!
Richard the Lionheart nodded with satisfaction and was the first to applaud, and the ministers also smiled.
Jester Mormo’s smile was uglier than crying.
A few moments.
The audience just came to their senses and gave warm and excited cheers!
Yeats was about to leave. Roger, wearing a feathered hat and a cowboy outfit, walked over quickly and said with burning eyes:
“I want to know what archery skills you have. Any talent in this area? That move just now was too amazing!”
Just kidding, how can you reveal the talent related to the God of Light at will?
Yeats said: "There is no talent, only hard work and sweat!"
*
Night falls.
Lundu, South Bank Tavern.
The bard played the accordion, the waiter poured beer from the tap of the large oak barrel, and the air was mixed with the smell of leather and tobacco, bad perfume, and sweat.
The hot-bodied woman with short black hair has a fair face and a tear mole under her eyelids. Only when you look closely can you see that it is a snake scale. She sat on the chair with her legs crossed, her hands on the back of the chair, and she glanced lazily at the white-haired man aside:
"Gerro, where is Roger? Why can't he be seen?"
The white-haired man's face has scars, cold edges and clear outlines. He is concentrating on stacking a gold coin on top of another gold coin and said casually. :
"Training at the shooting range."
"Training?" the black-haired woman said in surprise, "Aren't all his games over?"
" Yes, I lost to Count Yeats and was stimulated by the Count.”
The white-haired man picked up the gold coin, blew hard, put it in his ear to listen to the echo, and said lightly:
"Roger came back and said that he only saw hard work and sweat from the count, and he also You have to work harder."
The black-haired woman said silently: "Does he believe this?"
"I also watched the showdown between him and Yeats. ”
As the three big men at the next table breathed more and more heavily, the white-haired man piled all the gold coins on the table into his purse and said calmly:
"Earl Yeats's strength...is not inferior to mine."
The black-haired woman was shocked: "How is this possible? You have already come into contact with the will, but how old is the Earl?"
"Whether it is true or not, we will find out in the finals."
A smile appeared on the white-haired man's face, "And now, we have to deal with the trouble in front of us."
Three big men were already standing behind the white-haired man. The leader, the one-eyed dragon, patted his shoulder with his big hand and said roughly:
"Friend, we have a business to discuss with you."
The black-haired woman leaned lazily on the back of the chair, stretched her curves without scruple, and looked at the three big men playfully:
"You three, do you know who he is?"
"Is this important?" The one-eyed dragon licked his lips.
“One of the demon hunters of the Wolf School personally killed his mentor and fought his way out of the encirclement of many demon hunters. He was nicknamed [Lone Wolf]...”
The black-haired woman picked her nails and said nonchalantly: "By the way, do you have money?"
"Witcher? Who are you trying to scare?" The one-eyed dragon said with a ferocious smile, "You can just rob money. There will be!""
"What a pity. "
The white-haired man put a hand on the back of the hand holding his shoulder and said calmly:
"It's a pity that you don't have money, otherwise, we would still have room to discuss. ”
The one-eyed dragon's one eye suddenly widened.
He just felt that his body was out of control.
The tonnage of more than two hundred kilograms flew up directly, and was thrown over the shoulder by the white-haired man. The table broke into two pieces with a 'bang', the pots and bowls were broken, and the wine glasses clanged!
The noisy tavern suddenly became dead silent.
Whoosh!
Seven or eight figures stood up in the tavern, all of them tattooed brawny men, glaring at the white-haired man.
"Do you have a ransom for your companion?" Jero stepped on the chair and looked down at the one-eyed dragon.
The one-eyed dragon's eyes were about to burst, and just as he was about to speak, a leather shoe stepped down on his face.
“I don’t even need to ask. I don’t even have any clothes on. It looks like they are a bunch of poor people like me.”
Jero looked around at everyone present and said, “I No need for soul power, just come together.”
"Seeking death!!" The strong men swarmed forward.
The black-haired woman whistled, raised her leg suddenly, and kicked the strong man's chin. Her sharp leather boots kicked her face full of blood. Like a spiritual snake, his arms wrapped around the neck of another strong man with a locking technique, making a crisp sound.
Someone in the tavern shouted in a horrified voice:
"Stop it, I saw this woman in the Adventurer's Guild, she is a demon hunter from the Snake Faction!"< br>
Everyone’s eyes were full of vigilance and fear. The black-haired woman covered her face and sighed:
"That's why I hate being famous. I can't even get into a fight."
"You will duel with Count Yeats tomorrow, and you will feel good about it immediately." Jero leaned over and picked up the money bag.
The brunette rolled her eyes.
“I’m not like Roger, who lost even after three rounds!”
*
Eva broke into a cold sweat.
At this moment, she was standing in the arena venue, confronting Yeats Brondi.
The bold words he said to Jero yesterday are still in his ears.
However, Eva found that she had still far underestimated Yeats's strength!
For example, the unicorn spear he summoned at this moment was shining with sharp silvery light, and the burning moonlight fighting spirit was already at the peak level of the fourth ring, which was far beyond what he could compete with!
"Hey, hey, let me tell you, there's no way you can give blessings at the beginning."
The black-haired woman smiled bitterly: "Shouldn't we have some exchanges and then use our trump cards to finish?"
"Blessing?"
Yeats glanced at the unicorn spear floating beside him: "This is just a small spell."
Eva : "...You are so handsome that you can't tell lies."
"You are not from the squirrel school, so ask for your own blessings."
Before he finished speaking, the one-horned spear, carrying the majestic power of penetrating the city wall, cut through the field and shined brightly!
Eva’s face suddenly changed.
What does he mean? Could it be that he showed mercy against Roger yesterday? ?
Not good! Eva is wary of Dasheng...I seem to be unable to withstand this move!
The snake sect demon hunters are good at close combat, but Yeats doesn't give them a chance to get close at all!
The one-horned spear came towards me, Eva gritted her silver teeth and flashed quickly.
However, she was shocked to find that this one-horned spear actually had its own tracking function, and she was chasing after her!
Seeing this, Yeats threw a flash spell at Eva.
Eva closed her eyes tightly, feeling suddenly surrounded by dazzling white light, which made her eyes hurt!
While she was dizzy, the one-horned spear hit suddenly!
Boom!
The explosion sounded, and a figure fell out of the black smoke.
Eva's figure fell to the ground with a disgraced face. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked deeply at Yeats.
The look in his eyes was quite complicated, showing dissatisfaction, appreciation, and even some regret.
Eva regretted that she had said her words too soon.
I just entered the fourth ring for the first time, and under Yeats... I couldn't even make it past one round!
In the audience, the white-haired man crossed his arms and looked deeply.
Earl Yeats’s Unicorn Spear is not an ordinary combat skill, but should be blessed by the ‘Silver Unicorn’.
Just like the power of the Fierce Lion Slash, which is far superior to the Golden Lion Slash, this powerful combat skill is enough to make Jero's heart beat.
"It seems that if you want to get the Lion's Slash, Count Yeats is the opponent you must defeat." Jerome rubbed his chin.
On the field, Eva sighed.
If you continue to fight, it will only increase the number of injuries and will not be cost-effective.
"I... give in." Eva said tangledly.
Yeats: "..."
All the bells and whistles, one shot and it takes seconds!
(End of this chapter)