I have to say that in this battle, Amon was really careless.From the appearance of Sherman and Geyson, their miserable state, to Sherman's helpless words, it seems that they put themselves in a weak position, and express their helplessness that they are unwilling to fight, but have to fight.Consciously or unconsciously, they are showing weakness.And what about Amon?
On the one hand, he is confident in his own strength, and on the other hand, he can't help but have a little expansion in his mentality in this situation of showing weakness, and he forgets the truth that the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, so that when he really fights, he is caught off guard.To be honest, compared with these veteran fighters, his hardware may not be bad, but his combat experience and mentality are much worse.In other words, they are all strong men who have been killed from the sea of corpses and blood, so why can he look down on the two high-level warriors, Sherman and Geison?
Is it just because the other party looks a little miserable, or is it some verbal weakness?
At this moment, Amon's highly concentrated brain seemed to have a lot of arcs flickering, and he understood a lot of things and learned a lot, but this still couldn't change his current situation.He was pressed and beaten, unable to fight back, until at some point, the slightest mistake would have his head cut off.He didn't dare to think about it anymore, not even the slightest distraction, he just focused on the tomahawk in his hand, trying to block every attack.But the warning of death still beat in his mind, like a cold knife dangling back and forth around his neck, making people shudder.The moment of life and death is as long and short as the road of life!
So, in the end, Amon still won.The variables do not come from Amon himself, but from the outside world, I don't know when, a heroic female ranger stood by the bonfire, she watched the battle of the three, watched Amon fall into the disadvantage, it seemed that the next second would not be able to support it.But she didn't make a move, she just opened her mouth and said the names of the two people."
Sherman.""
Geyson."
This was the first time she spoke, and her voice was surprisingly good, that is, the warmth of the spring breeze blowing and countless green shoots and new branches emerging from the wasteland, and the cold night raging and cold to the bone.Her voice wasn't loud, but in this fighting place, everyone could hear it clearly.Amon didn't feel anything, but Sherman and Geyson were different, it was their name, and when someone called them, they naturally reacted.Not to mention, this female ranger of inexplicable origin actually knows their names, and the deep secrets are almost self-evident.No matter how experienced Sherman and Manson were, at this moment, they all had a momentary pause, really just a short interval, but it gave Amon a chance.And, Amon caught it.At this moment, Amon did three things almost instinctively.First of all, he breathed, gathered, pushed with the boiling dragon power and the strength of his whole body, held the tail end of the axe handle, and directly rotated and swung a ring.His strength was so terrifying, the tomahawk was so sharp, under the high-speed push, the terrible whimper almost pierced the eardrum, even Geison, he was reluctant to take the blow hard, he almost instinctively retreated, erected his shield, and avoided the edge.Secondly, Amon threw his own battle axe, not one, but two.The huge horned battle axe was in front, almost turning into a lightning bolt that stirred the air, slashing at Geyson, and the short flying axe was behind, hidden behind the horned battle axe, inconspicuous, but the object of its attack was not Geyson, but Sherman behind Geyson.Finally, Amon grabbed the last throwing axe and pounced fiercely.The ground exploded, and the waves of air rippled like water waves.Smoke rises!
Grass clippings flying!
By the time everything was calm, Amon was already riding on Geison's body, holding down Geison's round shield with one hand and sending the short axe into the other's neck with the other.Blood snorted out, staining his face red, the struggle of the high-ranking warrior before death was so crazy, but Amon pressed it to the death, using all his strength, little by little cut the short axe into his neck, his veins, his throat, his spine and Sherman was in front of Amon, the life-threatening sword was very close to Amon, very close, just a trembling stab, it could penetrate Amon's skull.But it was also far, far away, because a throwing axe had already peeked out of his chest, and if you looked closely, the throwing axe did not slash into it head-on, but swirled from behind him.Sherman did dodge Amon's axe, but he didn't expect it to spin around in mid-air and fly back again.This was Amun's first and only skill, taught by the Berserk Legion's deputy commander, the master of the battle axe, Arrin, who cut off an arrow target with an axe on the first day they met, and the axe returned to him.Since then, this is the first combat skill Amon has learned, and he always feels that something is missing if he doesn't throw out a few axes every day.Of course, he really comprehended it, and only after more than ten days of wandering in the wild wilderness did he find the feel, but the feel is the feel, and the success rate is the success rate.It's just that between life and death, he didn't think about it so much, and he didn't even think that he would fail.Then, in an instant, life and death were divided!
This is a battle, winning or losing may be fought for a long time, but life and death are only on the line.Life flowed with blood, and Geyson's struggle had turned into spasms, then to convulsions, and finally to stiffness.Sherman fell to his knees, a triumphant smile on his lips, his eyes wide and unbelievable, but the light slowly dissipated.The moment he fell to the ground, the hand that had always been behind him was also exposed, and a delicate crossbow was unfolded in front of Amun's eyes.The crossbow bolt had been wound, his fingers were clasped around the frame, and the arrow even glowed with blue light, which was his killer weapon, which had ended many lives, and now, it was no longer useful.Amon looked at his eyes and didn't dodge for a minute: "You should be among the wolves and leave mine, but unfortunately, you are also afraid of death." ”It was only then that Amon let go of his hand, wiped his face indiscriminately, and gasped for air.When his state recovered slightly, he slowly got up, slowly handed the flying axe to his left hand, and slowly found the horn battle axe, and held it in his hand.All his movements were slow, as if he had breathed after the battle, and as if he was alert, until he turned to face the female ranger by the campfire, and he held his breath and looked solemn.Unlike Amon, the female ranger seemed very relaxed, she picked up the beast meat by the campfire, and flipped it on the grill, spilling some spices from time to time, her movements were graceful and skillful, the already slightly cool roast meat was once again browned, and the fragrance began to drift in the wind.When Amon looked at it, she also raised her head, and looked at Amon with a pair of eyes as bright as a glacier, as if she was dissatisfied with Amun's vigilance, and she said, "Just now, I should have saved your life." ”Amon: "But in the next second, you may also kill me." ”Ranger: "If I wanted to, I wouldn't have waited until now, and you wouldn't have had a chance to talk to me. ”Amon thought about it, and actually nodded approvingly: "Yes." ”As he spoke, he put away his weapon, relaxed his body, and slowly stepped forward.By the campfire, Amon dropped his tomahawk, sat down, took a water bladder and poured it a few times, and then looked at the already fragrant roast meat, he only felt unbearable hunger in his stomach."
In that case, in order to repay you for saving your life, then I will treat you to a barbecue, right?"
As he spoke, Amon unceremoniously tore off a beast's leg, opened his mouth to feast on it, and ate happily.The female ranger couldn't help but laugh: "It seems that I roasted this meat?"
”Amon replied vaguely: "You roasted it, it doesn't mean it's yours, but the little beast was beaten by me, so it must be mine, I invite you to eat, that's right?"
It makes sense that the female ranger tugged at the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, but also tore a beast's leg, and ate it very elegantly.Amon looked out of the corner of his eye, he always felt very awkward, at first he didn't understand where this awkwardness came from, but after a moment, he reacted.Can a ranger sitting in the wilderness of the wasteland eating barbecue be like a noble lady sitting at a delicate castle table and dining elegantly?
The female ranger was obviously not hungry, and the barbecue was not to her liking, but after eating a few bites, she put it down and asked straight to the point: "I'm curious about your identity?"
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