Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 19 The Thrilling Confrontation

Ivan looked around for weapons, not to mention a sharp bronze sword, and he couldn't even find a single branch that was a little harder. The servants here were too hardworking.

"What to do—what to do, just accept death quietly like this."

"Compared to other ordinary people who can only survive for one life, it is not a loss."

But the opposite is a werewolf.

Being bitten to death by him, the corpse must be inhuman.

"If you die, you will die. Who would be willing to die by five horses and quarters."

Ivan calmed down. He temporarily dispelled his fear and tried to save himself.

He frowned and calculated, the key to life and death was intertwined in the brainstorm.

"You can't give up, and you can't fight with your bare hands."

The werewolf's pointed mouth gave off a stench, and there was still saliva dripping between the teeth when they rushed together.

Wait, got an idea.

Ivan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he remembered an item in his system.

just a little bit
"Forget it, I don't have the right to choose now, as long as I can survive."

At this moment, the werewolf is within easy reach, and the neuroreflex benefits brought about by the burst of adrenaline are about to disappear.

He gritted his teeth, exchanged the item from the system, and when the other party opened his mouth wide, ready to bite himself to pieces, he forcefully sent the item into the werewolf's mouth.

Squeeze—swipe—!
Hot steam came out of the cavity, and the originally ferocious face instantly twisted into twists.

The hair around the werewolf's mouth ignited and turned into a ball of upward flames, and the palate became bald as the sparks danced.

Wails of pain mixed with screams of anger.

In the case of severe damage to the vocal organs, it can only express its mood by whimpering.

"Aooooooooooow."

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow."

There will be a smell of burnt feathers after the protein is burnt.

Although it's not a good smell, at least it smells better than a werewolf's body.

The werewolf backed away, the pain of the heat driving it back.

But the opponent's revenge is still burning.

The ferocious beast moved on all fours through the bushes.

"The attack just made it fearful."

Ivan still didn't dare to relax, he held the weapon tightly with both hands, and the end of the weapon was always aimed at the werewolf.

This also made the other party wary, kept moving, and did not dare to approach easily.

At this moment, he was sincerely grateful for the soldering iron he had exchanged. After all, no one thought that the soldering iron from the system would have a heating function.

The high temperature at the end changed the refractive index of the air to light, but the black metal handle was still cold and smooth.

The horseshoe is the tool used by the craftsman to hold the horseshoe, but now it is Ivan's life-saving straw.

Probably out of gratitude, Ivan quickly reviewed the system exchange interface.

【Horseshoe soldering iron: It can be heated up to 600 degrees Celsius, and it is specially used for the treatment of massive bleeding and hemorrhoids. 】

The description of the system is mediocre.

But who would have thought that not only the length of the exchanged soldering iron is almost the same as that of a knight's weapon, but also the attached handle, hand guard, thickness of the iron column, and the quadrilateral structure that is very close to the top U-shaped shoe are top-notch quality.

In the era of cold weapons, it is very difficult to get a handy weapon.

It not only tests the technology of iron smelting, but also tests the foundry's grasp of weapons.

Too sharp and easy to bend.

Too strong and not lethal enough.

If the weapon is of high quality, then counterweights should be considered.

If the weapon is of high length, the caster will consider tempering, adding stability.

The horseshoe in Ivan's hand is extremely excellent in terms of grip, waving touch, and its own balance.

These qualities make the branding iron the ultimate weapon in a warrior's hands.

What's more, the soldering iron exchanged by the system does not only have these powers.

Ivan looked at the position of the palm, and there was a pink stone bead inlaid in the center of the grip and the gauntlet, which was a bit like the rose rock produced by Bresdek.

However, as long as someone touches it lightly with his hand.

Swish-!
The front end of the U-shaped horseshoe can be heated to 600 degrees Celsius in an instant.

This is more efficient than the sharp claws of the beast.

The sky at this time is not dark, but has a bright blue color. Under the setting sun, the stream is dyed with a thin layer of blush, which is a bit like flames, and a bit like blood.

And that long black stick is like a lightsaber, when you swing it, you can see the afterimage of the streamer.

"150 healing points, well spent."

Of course, no matter how good the weapon is, it depends on the person.

Ivan has learned swordsmanship in his life, but this is the first time he has dealt with a non-human race.

"The other party does not intend to escape."

"Then I don't need to be afraid."

"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins."

Ivan could see the venomous eyes through the dark grass. The werewolf was now hunched over, almost like a dwarf, and his secretly moving arms and claws chopped off the grass roots.

"Don't run away, running will show your back."

He already knew that it was impossible for a two-legged animal to outrun four-legged animals.

It was getting late now, and the people in the manor realized that they hadn't returned for a long time, so they would definitely send someone over.

At that time, the opportunity to operate by yourself will be great.

The muscles of the werewolf rubbed against each other under the skin, and the burnt corners of the mouth began to miraculously heal itself.

Quiet - too quiet.

Time stopped.

The wind blows over and cannot affect anything present.The hound's tail grass in the corner kept absolutely still, for fear that he would miss this rare battle in his life.

The werewolf looked for opportunities everywhere, and stepped on Mr. Knight's foot without noticing before passing by the house.

"Ah~ pfft."

Don Serra makes funny noises.

However, this movement made the hunter lose his composure. Like a frightened black dog, it subconsciously retracted its neck and jumped backwards.

Ivan didn't miss the opportunity, he slid his thumb over the stone bead, and rushed forward in two steps in three steps.

Wow - arc-shaped trajectory.

The trophies are the gray and black hairs that slowly fall from the ground, and the heroic spirit of going forward.

He roared loudly: "Ha-Yi."

The sword is like a swimming dragon, and the shadow is like a flame.

It worked!
But it also failed.

Ivan was already doing his best. The werewolf's speed was too fast. It retracted its hind legs and lowered the ferocious head. This mighty blow was just dodged.

But not without results.

When the soldering iron passed over the werewolf's face, its hot temperature rolled all over the face.

The hair on the werewolf's face was burnt off by the root, and the part that didn't fall off was also curled up, turning into a handful on the chin of a middle-aged man, while the rest of it was similar to a plucked hen.

Now Ivan could see his face more clearly.

The chin is slightly asymmetrical.

There is a black mole on the middle of the person.

The lips are pushed up by an unusually protruding buck tooth.

The figures of the mind overlap each other, and Ivan has a clear memory.

"It's you."

The shouts of the crowd came from the other side of the courtyard, and the servants were surprised to see the blood-colored wall.

"Master Don Serra, where are you?"

"Lord Don Serra"

The werewolf gave him a final, vicious look, showing relatively good wisdom, and then left everyone with a huge black shadow.

it ran.

(End of this chapter)