Chapter 116
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But the last sentence was added by the translator on his own, because he still wants to live, not die.
When wesselis heard the request of the doslakers, he was stunned at first, then reacted, and couldn't help smiling on his handsome and beautiful cheek.
"OK."
"I agreed to your challenge."
Then the little king grew up, took a long sword from a guard's hand, motioned around and forced the guards of blood alliance Wei Kesuo to retreat with a sword.
When the guards saw that his majesty had readily agreed, they had to do so, but in fact they had nothing to worry about wesselis.
Because everyone in andalos knows the title of the 'silver Prince' of wesselis.
Once the title belonged to rega tangaryan, the brother of weseris. However, now this title is also crowned on the head of wesselis, and the story of the little king killing at the age of seven is praised as a representative of ruthlessness and martial arts.
At the same time, because wesselis is not an adult, there has always been a habit to call him a 'Prince'.
However, it is obvious that the name of viseris only spread in the andas plain, perhaps with the flow of caravans to several free-trade city states around andalos, pantos, bravos, novos and so on.
Dorsk people are naturally not in this ranks. They believe that all warriors come from the big grass sea and despise other ethnic groups.
The blood League Wei Kesuo of zhuogo Cao was released from the restrictions, slightly moved his shoulder, and then wrapped around his neck. The joints of his neck made a click click sound.
In fact, he was also a little surprised. He thought that the other party would never dare to accept his challenge. He just tried to struggle before he died, but since the boy had the courage to accept his challenge
Corso's eyes were cloudy and glittered with cruel light. Of course, he didn't want to die. No one wanted to die.
What he wants now is to hijack the boy in the battle and take this opportunity to escape here.
This is the only way he wants to escape from GE DoHo's death.
Even, he had the opportunity to catch the other party directly in front of drogokao and made great achievements. Maybe he could get some beautiful
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was reliable, and all this came from the boy's care.
At his age, he is just qualified to become a doslak soldier in the tribe. For such a young child, does he really think he can be safe with guards around him?
Koso can become one of zhuogo's blood alliance guards. Naturally, he is not a waste. His hands are extremely dexterous. He can use two yarac machetes at the same time and accurately cut the enemy's throat.
Therefore, Corso is extremely confident in his strength. He won't kill the boy. He believes he can catch him alive directly.
Corso challenged wesselis, and the guards escorted another doslak aside to make way for the middle ground.
Fortunately, viseris's tent is big enough, otherwise it won't even stretch out.
The blood alliance guard finally moved his wrist, then finally pulled out his yarac machete from the back of his waist, and then rushed up, with a strange roar in his mouth.
"Roar -"
The young blood League guard's knife directly hit wesselis's neck, while the elegant silver haired boy stood quietly with a sword in one hand, and a pair of lavender eyes looked at each other.
Then, with a slight flash under his feet, he evaded the knife thrown by the other party.
"Huh?"
Corso staggered and rushed out, and then was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that wesselis dodged so easily and avoided his knife properly.
Coincidence?
Then the blood alliance guard of zhuogo Cao showed ferocity again on his face, like an angry dog, roared and rushed up again with a machete.
However, this time, wesselis also flexibly avoided it.
"What's going on..."
Corso is not a fool.
When he arrived now, he naturally found that wesselis was not as easy to deal with as he imagined. His heart clicked, and even a bad hunch arose.
Corso, holding an yarac machete, stared at the figure of the "silver Prince", his inner pressure increased, his breathing became a little heavy, and his chest fluctuated slightly.
Call~
Call~
He vowed to see wesselis's evasion this time.
Then, the drogo Cao's right arm roared again and rushed up for the third time.
Wesselis decided not to play with the doslak soldier this time, and the other party's hysterical figure was reflected in a pair of lavender eyes.
Then he dodged his knife again, and cut out with one hand holding the guard's long sword.
Poof——
Wesselis's sword was on Corso's wrist holding yarac machete, so he cut off his right hand directly, and blood gushed out, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground with the cut right hand.
Clang——
The battle in the field is easy and pleasant.
Wesselis was playing with each other, and everyone in the guard could see it, so he had long been relieved.
Corso was like a trapped beast, desperately trying to struggle, but in the end he was cut off by wesselis.
One hand was cut off in the battle, and strong pain suddenly broke out, sweeping kesso's brain like a mountain tsunami.
In an instant, the eyes of the doslak people stared very big, the cold sweat on their forehead also slipped down, and the muscles on their cheeks were beating.
"Ah --"
Then Corso gave a scream of pain and fell to his knees with a plop.
The only remaining hand held the bare arm tightly, the blood was still pouring out, and the expression on his face was painful to the extent of even slightly distorted.
Wesselis looked at Corso's pain. This time, he was no longer merciful. He held the bloody hilt in his hands and raised it again.
Poof——
Next second.
Once again, the blood sprayed like a fountain, high and high, and even splashed to the top of the tent.
Gululu——
And the head of drogo Cao's blood League Wei COSO also fell to the ground.
And at this time.
"Prince Oberon."
The guard's voice came from outside wesselis's tent.
Then Oberon opened the curtain of the tent and came in. He just saw the bloody scene when wesselis cut off the head of the blood alliance guard with his last sword.
Oberon raised his head slightly in surprise and looked at wesselis who killed a man without blinking his eyes.
Then he saw that wesselis returned the bloody sword to the guard just now, took another handkerchief and was wiping his hands.
Oberon was silent for a moment, seemed to be thinking about something, and then finally asked.
"You seem to want to annoy drogokao."
"Why?"
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But the last sentence was added by the translator on his own, because he still wants to live, not die.
When wesselis heard the request of the doslakers, he was stunned at first, then reacted, and couldn't help smiling on his handsome and beautiful cheek.
"OK."
"I agreed to your challenge."
Then the little king grew up, took a long sword from a guard's hand, motioned around and forced the guards of blood alliance Wei Kesuo to retreat with a sword.
When the guards saw that his majesty had readily agreed, they had to do so, but in fact they had nothing to worry about wesselis.
Because everyone in andalos knows the title of the 'silver Prince' of wesselis.
Once the title belonged to rega tangaryan, the brother of weseris. However, now this title is also crowned on the head of wesselis, and the story of the little king killing at the age of seven is praised as a representative of ruthlessness and martial arts.
At the same time, because wesselis is not an adult, there has always been a habit to call him a 'Prince'.
However, it is obvious that the name of viseris only spread in the andas plain, perhaps with the flow of caravans to several free-trade city states around andalos, pantos, bravos, novos and so on.
Dorsk people are naturally not in this ranks. They believe that all warriors come from the big grass sea and despise other ethnic groups.
The blood League Wei Kesuo of zhuogo Cao was released from the restrictions, slightly moved his shoulder, and then wrapped around his neck. The joints of his neck made a click click sound.
In fact, he was also a little surprised. He thought that the other party would never dare to accept his challenge. He just tried to struggle before he died, but since the boy had the courage to accept his challenge
Corso's eyes were cloudy and glittered with cruel light. Of course, he didn't want to die. No one wanted to die.
What he wants now is to hijack the boy in the battle and take this opportunity to escape here.
This is the only way he wants to escape from GE DoHo's death.
Even, he had the opportunity to catch the other party directly in front of drogokao and made great achievements. Maybe he could get some beautiful
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was reliable, and all this came from the boy's care.
At his age, he is just qualified to become a doslak soldier in the tribe. For such a young child, does he really think he can be safe with guards around him?
Koso can become one of zhuogo's blood alliance guards. Naturally, he is not a waste. His hands are extremely dexterous. He can use two yarac machetes at the same time and accurately cut the enemy's throat.
Therefore, Corso is extremely confident in his strength. He won't kill the boy. He believes he can catch him alive directly.
Corso challenged wesselis, and the guards escorted another doslak aside to make way for the middle ground.
Fortunately, viseris's tent is big enough, otherwise it won't even stretch out.
The blood alliance guard finally moved his wrist, then finally pulled out his yarac machete from the back of his waist, and then rushed up, with a strange roar in his mouth.
"Roar -"
The young blood League guard's knife directly hit wesselis's neck, while the elegant silver haired boy stood quietly with a sword in one hand, and a pair of lavender eyes looked at each other.
Then, with a slight flash under his feet, he evaded the knife thrown by the other party.
"Huh?"
Corso staggered and rushed out, and then was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that wesselis dodged so easily and avoided his knife properly.
Coincidence?
Then the blood alliance guard of zhuogo Cao showed ferocity again on his face, like an angry dog, roared and rushed up again with a machete.
However, this time, wesselis also flexibly avoided it.
"What's going on..."
Corso is not a fool.
When he arrived now, he naturally found that wesselis was not as easy to deal with as he imagined. His heart clicked, and even a bad hunch arose.
Corso, holding an yarac machete, stared at the figure of the "silver Prince", his inner pressure increased, his breathing became a little heavy, and his chest fluctuated slightly.
Call~
Call~
He vowed to see wesselis's evasion this time.
Then, the drogo Cao's right arm roared again and rushed up for the third time.
Wesselis decided not to play with the doslak soldier this time, and the other party's hysterical figure was reflected in a pair of lavender eyes.
Then he dodged his knife again, and cut out with one hand holding the guard's long sword.
Poof——
Wesselis's sword was on Corso's wrist holding yarac machete, so he cut off his right hand directly, and blood gushed out, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground with the cut right hand.
Clang——
The battle in the field is easy and pleasant.
Wesselis was playing with each other, and everyone in the guard could see it, so he had long been relieved.
Corso was like a trapped beast, desperately trying to struggle, but in the end he was cut off by wesselis.
One hand was cut off in the battle, and strong pain suddenly broke out, sweeping kesso's brain like a mountain tsunami.
In an instant, the eyes of the doslak people stared very big, the cold sweat on their forehead also slipped down, and the muscles on their cheeks were beating.
"Ah --"
Then Corso gave a scream of pain and fell to his knees with a plop.
The only remaining hand held the bare arm tightly, the blood was still pouring out, and the expression on his face was painful to the extent of even slightly distorted.
Wesselis looked at Corso's pain. This time, he was no longer merciful. He held the bloody hilt in his hands and raised it again.
Poof——
Next second.
Once again, the blood sprayed like a fountain, high and high, and even splashed to the top of the tent.
Gululu——
And the head of drogo Cao's blood League Wei COSO also fell to the ground.
And at this time.
"Prince Oberon."
The guard's voice came from outside wesselis's tent.
Then Oberon opened the curtain of the tent and came in. He just saw the bloody scene when wesselis cut off the head of the blood alliance guard with his last sword.
Oberon raised his head slightly in surprise and looked at wesselis who killed a man without blinking his eyes.
Then he saw that wesselis returned the bloody sword to the guard just now, took another handkerchief and was wiping his hands.
Oberon was silent for a moment, seemed to be thinking about something, and then finally asked.
"You seem to want to annoy drogokao."
"Why?"
But the last sentence was added by the translator on his own, because he still wants to live, not die.When wesselis heard the request of the doslakers, he was stunned at first, then reacted, and couldn't help smiling on his handsome and beautiful cheek."OK.""I agreed to your challenge."Then the little king grew up, took a long sword from a guard's hand, motioned around and forced the guards of blood alliance Wei Kesuo to retreat with a sword.When the guards saw that his majesty had readily agreed, they had to do so, but in fact they had nothing to worry about wesselis.Because everyone in andalos knows the title of the 'silver Prince' of wesselis.Once the title belonged to rega tangaryan, the brother of weseris. However, now this title is also crowned on the head of wesselis, and the story of the little king killing at the age of seven is praised as a representative of ruthlessness and martial arts.At the same time, because wesselis is not an adult, there has always been a habit to call him a 'Prince'.However, it is obvious that the name of viseris only spread in the andas plain, perhaps with the flow of caravans to several free-trade city states around andalos, pantos, bravos, novos and so on.Dorsk people are naturally not in this ranks. They believe that all warriors come from the big grass sea and despise other ethnic groups.The blood League Wei Kesuo of zhuogo Cao was released from the restrictions, slightly moved his shoulder, and then wrapped around his neck. The joints of his neck made a click click sound.In fact, he was also a little surprised. He thought that the other party would never dare to accept his challenge. He just tried to struggle before he died, but since the boy had the courage to accept his challengeCorso's eyes were cloudy and glittered with cruel light. Of course, he didn't want to die. No one wanted to die.What he wants now is to hijack the boy in the battle and take this opportunity to escape here.This is the only way he wants to escape from GE DoHo's death.Even, he had the opportunity to catch the other party directly in front of drogokao and made great achievements. Maybe he could get some beautifulThe more he thought about it, the more he felt it was reliable, and all this came from the boy's care.At his age, he is just qualified to become a doslak soldier in the tribe. For such a young child, does he really think he can be safe with guards around him?Koso can become one of zhuogo's blood alliance guards. Naturally, he is not a waste. His hands are extremely dexterous. He can use two yarac machetes at the same time and accurately cut the enemy's throat.Therefore, Corso is extremely confident in his strength. He won't kill the boy. He believes he can catch him alive directly.Corso challenged wesselis, and the guards escorted another doslak aside to make way for the middle ground.Fortunately, viseris's tent is big enough, otherwise it won't even stretch out.The blood alliance guard finally moved his wrist, then finally pulled out his yarac machete from the back of his waist, and then rushed up, with a strange roar in his mouth."Roar -"The young blood League guard's knife directly hit wesselis's neck, while the elegant silver haired boy stood quietly with a sword in one hand, and a pair of lavender eyes looked at each other.Then, with a slight flash under his feet, he evaded the knife thrown by the other party."Huh?"Corso staggered and rushed out, and then was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that wesselis dodged so easily and avoided his knife properly.Coincidence?Then the blood alliance guard of zhuogo Cao showed ferocity again on his face, like an angry dog, roared and rushed up again with a machete.However, this time, wesselis also flexibly avoided it."What's going on..."Corso is not a fool.When he arrived now, he naturally found that wesselis was not as easy to deal with as he imagined. His heart clicked, and even a bad hunch arose.Corso, holding an yarac machete, stared at the figure of the "silver Prince", his inner pressure increased, his breathing became a little heavy, and his chest fluctuated slightly.Call~Call~He vowed to see wesselis's evasion this time.Then, the drogo Cao's right arm roared again and rushed up for the third time.Wesselis decided not to play with the doslak soldier this time, and the other party's hysterical figure was reflected in a pair of lavender eyes.Then he dodged his knife again, and cut out with one hand holding the guard's long sword.PoofWesselis's sword was on Corso's wrist holding yarac machete, so he cut off his right hand directly, and blood gushed out, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground with the cut right hand.ClangThe battle in the field is easy and pleasant.Wesselis was playing with each other, and everyone in the guard could see it, so he had long been relieved.Corso was like a trapped beast, desperately trying to struggle, but in the end he was cut off by wesselis.One hand was cut off in the battle, and strong pain suddenly broke out, sweeping kesso's brain like a mountain tsunami.In an instant, the eyes of the doslak people stared very big, the cold sweat on their forehead also slipped down, and the muscles on their cheeks were beating."Ah --"Then Corso gave a scream of pain and fell to his knees with a plop.The only remaining hand held the bare arm tightly, the blood was still pouring out, and the expression on his face was painful to the extent of even slightly distorted.Wesselis looked at Corso's pain. This time, he was no longer merciful. He held the bloody hilt in his hands and raised it again.PoofNext second.Once again, the blood sprayed like a fountain, high and high, and even splashed to the top of the tent.GululuAnd the head of drogo Cao's blood League Wei COSO also fell to the ground.And at this time."Prince Oberon."The guard's voice came from outside wesselis's tent.Then Oberon opened the curtain of the tent and came in. He just saw the bloody scene when wesselis cut off the head of the blood alliance guard with his last sword.Oberon raised his head slightly in surprise and looked at wesselis who killed a man without blinking his eyes.Then he saw that wesselis returned the bloody sword to the guard just now, took another handkerchief and was wiping his hands.Oberon was silent for a moment, seemed to be thinking about something, and then finally asked."You seem to want to annoy drogokao.""Why?"
