Lord Roar

Chapter 256 The end of the battle
One is an ancient ferocious beast, comparable in size to a city wall, with thick skin and thick flesh, the famous Behemoth Behemoth, the king of Behemoth Land Wars.

One is the No. [-] honest man in the Bloodhoof Camp and the No. [-] slacker. It is slightly smaller than the Bi Meng beast. It is also rough-skinned and thick-skinned. It is a large-scale beast that can bully anyone who sees it. The giant gray lion "Iron Mountain" .

But at this moment, Tieshan, a member of the Bloodhoof delegation, was pinned to the ground by the Behemoth beast like a dead dog, and his face was scratched, and one of his front teeth was blown away.

Allen was secretly anxious. He still underestimated the behemoth Behemoth. He thought that Tieshan was in the final stage of evolution. Even if he couldn't beat the opponent, he could at least delay for a while. The child bumped his head in anger, and then he was pressed to the ground to be beaten by the Behemoth giant beast.

But Allen doesn't have the energy and time to help Iron Mountain now, because he also has an evenly matched enemy in front of him, Mourinho.

Although his understanding of Mourinho is through rumors, and the other party has not shown too much strength, but Allen knows that maybe the handsome and ugly man in front of him is more handsome than Mont No. 1. The strongest opponent I have ever encountered.

Allen likes this kind of enemy that can bring him a sense of oppression. Every time he is on the edge of life and death, he can break through the bottleneck, not a breakthrough in physical strength, but in mentality.

Deep down in his heart, he always thought of himself as a fighter, a pure fighter, and he never thought that there was nothing shameful about not being able to master spells and fighting qi. He preferred to fight with evenly matched enemies, so he He didn't activate the barbarian battle ring. He liked this kind of battle, rather than standing hundreds of meters away and blasting magic or competing with someone's sword energy.

No one intervened in the battle between Behemoth Behemoth and Iron Mountain, let alone intervene.

The barbarians admire the brave, and Beamon also worships the warrior and follows the oldest dueling method.

So no one intervened in the upcoming battle between Mourinho and Allen, and both of them had their own little calculations.

The two people who looked at each other felt a little regretful in their hearts.

Mourinho looked over Allen and saw the bloodhoof warriors in the Fort of Holy Light who were like icebergs and had the same expression. The soldiers were the best soldiers he had ever seen.

Allen saw the beaten iron mountain rolling all over the ground, and regretted why he didn't just bring it out to the wild bears.

"Wild...ah no, warrior of the barbarians, I don't know your name yet." Mourinho asked indifferently: "My name is Mourinho, Mourinho of Beamon."

Allen rolled his eyes. He originally wanted to say that he was a son of chaos, Baron Locke, the first warrior in the wilderness, the most handsome chief in the wilderness, etc., and so on, a string of stinky, long and bluffing names, but After thinking about it, I decided to give up. Compared with Mourinho's calm self-introduction, he was so forced that he fell behind.

"Mum... Montal Lun." Allen felt that he was definitely not as handsome as the other party, but his chest muscles were bigger than the other party's, so he puffed out his chest and said, "Dear Beamon No.1 is handsome, I can ask you A question?"

Mourinho nodded, he was not in a hurry, because since the Behemoth Behemoth stepped onto the battlefield, he didn't believe that anyone could stop the Behemoth Behemoth's footsteps, and he would kill the leader of the other party with his own hands after a while , will end this battle that should have ended long ago, this damn battle, yes, it is a damn battle, a barbarian pops up out of nowhere, assassinates so many ligers and tiger princes, and then keeps causing trouble for himself, burning Logistics, defending the city wall, delaying time in bloody battles in the promenade, using the crazy Orephant warriors to attack morale and causing collateral damage, until now they have recruited so many reinforcements that are not weak, etc., etc., etc., are all because of the unknown Where did the barbarians come from?
But he is not angry now, because he has finally begun to take the initiative in this war again.

"I want to ask..." Allen seemed to be racking his brains for words, suddenly raised his head and pointed behind Mourinho, and exaggeratedly shouted: "Hey, why is there a fire on the Beamon army?"

Mourinho subconsciously looks back

Handsome as Bimon No.1, it is absolutely impossible to be an idiot with a lower IQ than Babylon the Great, let alone make the most common low-level mistakes, but he still turned around.

Because he never dreamed that the other party would be so unlimited. . . .

The moment Mourinho turned his head slightly with a puzzled expression, Allen pulled out the three-sided army thorn from behind, lowered his body and pounced on him like a cheetah.

After a sound of metal and iron clanging, Allen retreated violently, and there was a gap the size of a grain of rice in De Niro's special stainless steel diamond triangular thorn in his hand.

"I give you respect." Mourinho held a golden long ruler and said playfully: "You should also give me corresponding respect."

Allen, who failed in the sneak attack, no longer had that hippie smiling face, his eyes narrowed slightly and stared at the weapon in Mourinho's hand.

The weapon that is not gold and not wood, I don't know whether it is made of that color or it is blessed with song power. It keeps shining with a faint golden light, which is a little dazzling. The hair is golden, and it is so handsome. The golden ones, Allen felt that after returning to the camp, De Niro should also make two weapons to support the scene.

The shape of the weapon in Mourinho's hand is similar to the ancient weapon "Iron Ruler" of the previous generation, also known as the pen holder fork. This weapon is designed to restrain swords and swords. , and it is obvious that the defense of this weapon is stronger than the attack.

However, the weapons in Mourinho's hands are obviously only similar in appearance. The thing in his hand is much shorter than a normal iron ruler, and the middle handle does not have a hexagonal or octagonal prism shape, just like an enlarged oval fork.

At the moment of the hand-to-hand confrontation just now, Allen's triangular army was about to penetrate Mourinho's lungs, and the opponent actually exposed the weapon from the cuff. Unable to grasp it.

So instead of continuing to attack, he retreated violently.

Allen asked with a little interest: "What kind of weapon is in your hand? I haven't seen it before. Let me introduce it?"

Mourinho flicked his left arm, and a weapon of the same shape was exposed in his left hand. He held it forward in one hand and held it backward in the other hand. After crossing his hands, he said with a smile: "I am a priest, and this is my singing power amplification instrument." , Thousand Hands!"

"Damn!" Allen found that Mourinho is also quite shameless, using odd-shaped weapons as musical instruments, why don't you use a big guillotine as a musical instrument?

After changing the triangular military thorn to a reverse grip, Alan rushed up again, but this time he was very careful. He knew that the opponent was a priest, but he must also be a master of close combat with good martial arts skills, or else It is impossible to use such a short weapon.

You must know that one inch is strong and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. Allen is an expert in playing short weapons, unless he is like a barbarian warrior or a fighting master who can split the enemy in half with a long weapon. Huge wounds were left on the skin, which gave people the illusion of being tough, but they were actually skin traumas, not to mention injuries.

But short weapons are different. For example, a variety of daggers usually cause fatal damage when pierced into the body. Unlike machetes and giant swords, once stabbed by short weapons, only a deep and small wound will be left on the body. Maybe this kind of wound has no visual impact, but its lethality is astonishing. After years of training, it is almost instinctive to attack vital parts, such as the heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs. A major artery in any place can kill people every minute, and this kind of wound can't stop the bleeding at all. This is the main reason why Allen likes short weapons very much. site, but did not receive timely treatment from the pastor, and eventually died of tetanus easily.

Mourinho was the first opponent Allen met who used short weapons after crossing. Whether it was Beamon fighters or those vindictive fighters, the bigger the better, the stronger the visual impact.

But Allen understands that short weapons are more deadly in close combat.

And to control this kind of short weapon, it is definitely not enough to practice hard for three to five years.
Mourinho did not let Allen look away, his figure was like a ghost, his left-handed weapon attacked and his right-handed weapon blocked, and the coordination was seamless.

Allen fights and retreats, with the triangular army in his hand. There are less stabs and more defenses. He feels as if he has returned to his previous life, the feeling of dancing face-to-face with the god of death.

Whenever the weapon in Mourinho's hand brushed past him, Allen enjoyed the cold feeling on his skin and the thrill of soaring adrenaline.

The more Mourinho attacked, the more surprised he was, because he found that his opponent was on the verge of death every time. Whenever he thought he would kill his opponent in the next second, this guy with an unusually agile figure could always be in danger. .

A huge shadow flew across the sky, and a bunch of big black and white balls jumped down.

Mourinho stopped the attack, and saw a large number of barren bears showing off their murderous looks, jumping murderously onto the back of the behemoth Beamon.

Allen looked up and saw the acid-etched giant crow Motuo flying to the middle of Beamon's army with the old Duff on his back, and said to Mourinho lightly: "It's time to end this battle!"

"Really?" Mourinho said lightly: "This sentence should be said by me?"

Allen hated the other party's demeanor very much, and he thought that he would beat the other party into a pig's head in a while.

(End of this chapter)