Warhammer Seal

Chapter 106 The Hundred and Sixth Fall

"How many times?"

"One hundred and sixth time, hot-blooded species."

"How much strength did you use?"

"Less than six percent."

"Wait for 10 minutes, I'll drink some water."

Most people spend money on pleasure, or on investment, and only this guy, Wende, spends money on hunting.

Give the tavernkeeper twenty coppers to rent a boxing ring.

The audience in the audience looked at Wen De with a bruised nose and swollen face with great interest.

It is really interesting for a human to have a physical confrontation with a lizardman "slave".

Wende walked slowly to a corner of the boxing ring, took a sip of water in his mouth, rinsed it, then spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and then began to drink water.

From the first attack, Wende didn't even break through Dartanius' defense.

And according to Wende's request, Dattanius kept his strength at the limit that knocked Wende unconscious.

The arm muscles began to numb, but they were still tense, and the fists were clenched, all covered with bloodstains from Dathanius' scales.

He was too weak, really too weak.

Dattanius stood where he was, as quiet as a boulder, not even breathing up and down.

Wanting to shake a temple guard with a human body is undoubtedly wishful thinking, Wende rushed up again.

"How many times?"

"The 520th eighth time, hot-blooded species."

"How much strength did you use?"

"Less than eight percent."

Dattanius took a deep breath, and then regained his breathing balance without even panting.

The audience in the stands has long since dispersed. It might have been interesting at first, but once there is no sense of expectation for the outcome, it loses its meaning.

"How much have I learned?"

"Three percent."

"Haha."

Wende collapsed directly on the ground, his chest heaving and falling. He was really tired, but it was worth it. It was enough to learn a little bit of the lizardman's brute-force fighting skills.

"I can still walk without help."

"It's me who despised you, a hot-blooded species."

Wende tremblingly supported the wall and walked back to his room.

Mo Xi was reading every human book he could find, and at the same time brewing the Luschiat potion, his eyes were different.

The ingredients can be found at every herb stand, but the brewing method is known only to lizardfolk.

The medicine was prescribed, quickly took it out and poured it on the gauze, covering Wende's wound directly.

"Eliminate infection, sterilize and reduce inflammation, and heal quickly. It is very painful. It is recommended to use it together with anesthetic."

Of course, there was no anesthetic, and Dattanius had been pressing Wende's convulsed body because of the pain, and then passed out from the pain.

"Why do you say that this hot-blooded species is desperately trying to learn the fighting skills that a lizard warrior takes 20 years to comprehend in just a few weeks?"

Dattanius was not as silent as that, and he could jokingly ask the magic breath when he picked up the obsidian stick to guard the bedside.

"He's for big plans."

Dathanius let out a long cry from his throat.

The lizardman warrior closed and opened his eyes for a day, and Wende has come to his senses, all the skin trauma has recovered, and his body must be sore and limp at this time, making people afraid to move.

"Taking a bath again?"

"At least I won't refuse."

The two lizardmen also learned the skill of taking a hot bath from Wende. This kind of warming behavior is very beneficial to cold-blooded animals like them.

Of course, Wende's bucket must be filled with special lizard medicine to speed up blood flow and promote muscle fiber growth.

Grabbed the fruit in a fruit bowl with his right hand, squeezed it vigorously, then Wende stood up from the bucket, and then put on the clothes he had just dried.

He picked up the prototype musket and went to the training ground.

As for Dattanius and Moxi, the waiter in the tavern would come over to heat the water from time to time, and the tip of a silver coin gave him the courage to get close to the lizardman, even though Wende had repeatedly promised that the lizardman would not actually bite.

The two of them also enjoy everything in the human world very comfortably. The days in the temple are similar to penance, so there is no such pastime after the war.

Dattanius closed his eyes and quietly felt the comfortable water temperature.

Moxi has finished reading another human book.

In the training ground, other soldiers also watched with great interest as Wen De stabbed the grass man with a bayonet.

I heard that this guy is a baron who has been criticized a lot, and he came here to prove that his strength is comparable to that of a baron, at least he looks like a military nobleman.

Stabbing [-] times a day with the bayonet of the prototype musket is the goal Wende set for himself. Repeated training can make his muscles remember such an attack angle.

It is convenient to break through the enemy's armor with the strongest force when stabbing later.

The humiliation of having the weapon taken away by the vampire and snapped into two ends didn't last long. Thinking of this, the bayonet pierced into the straw man immediately spun and pulled out.

Take another deep breath and continue to repeat the thrusting motion.

If Wende wants to go to Neros, the land of the dark elves, and help Rishi kill her sister, he must have rich fighting skills.

He tilted his head to the left, avoiding the pendulum flying towards him, then closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the gears turning, and then immediately tilted his head, avoiding the clock gears coming from behind him.

This is the central bell tower of the entire Kara Temple. The businessmen downstairs are no strangers to Wende's behavior. They can see this guy climbing the stairs every day.

But this time, there seems to be a new spectator.

A knight in heavy armor was sitting on the window sill, holding a banana in his hand, a fruit that only Lustria could have.

Lifting the visor of his helmet, only one mouth was exposed, and then he bit it, and raised a banana to Wende after seeing him.

The plate armor all over his body is estimated to weigh more than 80 catties, especially the huge two-handed sword behind him, which alone can cause a load of [-] catties.

But even so, that guy was still able to climb such a high bell tower easily, and ate bananas leisurely.

His thick helmet showed only his eyes, and it was through his voice that Wende knew his gender.

Although he didn't recognize the insignia on the armor, he also knew that it came from Bretonnia.

"A knight from Bretonnia. Interesting."

Wende climbed along the protruding stones of the bell tower.

"Hi, my name is Wende, Baron of the Empire, I came to Lustria to seek, um, wealth and honor."

"Gonzana Lane, a chivalrous knight who traveled across the ocean, um, looking for honor, opportunity, and favor, but there is only one purpose for all of this, to find the Holy Grail."

　Count Wende's titles: [Owner of Maijia Village] [Imperial Baron] [Friend of Chief Engineer Nun] [Quasi-Elector of Sylvania] [Emperor's Adviser] [Elector Ruden of Westland] Hoff's previous advisor] [Halfling Lifetime Cooking Award Winner] [Expeditionary Army Decree Announcer] [Big Plan Hot Blooded Species] [There is a Dark Elf **] [Windless Man] [Person Who Isolates Chaos] [ Damn Reikland Spy]【Vampire Hunter】【Bane of Ratmen】【Supporter of the Duke of Tyrell】【Sea Priest】

　　To be continued, please recall the stories experienced by each title, and give the correct time sequence.

　　Thank you [Dathanius] for the two monthly passes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)