Dawn of the Grey Tower

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How many times have you fought this bull? The second time or the third time?

In fact, Ata and the gladiator in front of him are not strictly regarded as rivals. The enmity between them did not start until after the rush, and it was a battle between the two armies and their respective positions. Personally, there is nothing wrong with it. Share the enemies of heaven.

Such two fighters, the battle between them should have been like Jianqi and Lost, although they did not make reservations, they still showed respect for their opponents.

"Bah!" The saliva was sprayed onto the gladiator's arm. Atta originally wanted to vomit into his face, but this tower-like man is too tall, and she is not very skilled in spitting.

Fortunately, this was not originally an action made to kill the enemy, but it was completely sufficient for provocation. The gladiator who was hot from the battle turned his head and saw the somewhat familiar figure.

"What does that blind man say? It doesn't take much effort." The low voice seemed to be coming from a copper pipe. He raised his arm and threw away the two ghouls who were trying to hug him. The fishing net of the small iron ball throws them aside. Then he moved his neck, and the steel fork tossed back and forth between his hands, making it impossible to determine his dominant hand.

Maybe there is no dominant hand at all. Such an experienced fighter has already developed both left and right hand abilities.

Compared with his opponent's full confidence, Atta, who succeeded in attracting attention, seemed to hesitate for an instant as if he suddenly realized what he was doing. But as the picture of the broken body of the little fairy being picked up on the steel fork flashed before her eyes, anger and a deeper emotion spread from the heart, along the muscles and blood vessels, quickly spreading across the female swordsman's body.

Generally speaking, women are always more civilized than men in society. Some scholars classify them as needs evolved from different divisions of labor in long-term social life, while others try to find answers from physical and physiological aspects. But this is actually meaningless, because men and women form a society together, and there are no barbaric men and civilized women or the opposite of the two in a society. If necessary, women can also become very angry, very aggressive, and even cruel. Because of human nature, gender is second.

It is useless to say more, only Jintiejiaoming is the best description at this time. The trident with the mouth-thickness of the bowl gave full play to the greatest advantage of a long weapon, and the wingspan of the gladiator itself was longer than that of Atta, and the female swordsman fell short from the beginning. If it weren't for her keen skills, she would be stabbed in the limbs within the first three moves and lose combat ability. But even if she escaped that ending by luck, the steel fork still left scars on her body.

"You seem to need some help, madam." The butler's voice came from behind, but Atta knew that there was no one behind him. Magic, like cheese, the vampire maid said that this butler knows black magic.

"You don't have to intervene." Whether it was because of the warrior's pride or the grasp of the battlefield, the female swordsman did not affirm the need to respond to the opponent.

She seems to be at a disadvantage now, but as more and more you come and go, her opponent's combat habits are gradually being mastered by her, and it will only become easier and easier to deal with it. Although avoiding will consume more physical energy than attacking, her light body can offset this disadvantage to the greatest extent.

"Okay, I understand what you mean. I just hope that before Ms. Nina arrives on the battlefield, there will be no more enemies in front of us." The accented tone is uncomfortable, like a spell or because of a spell. For this reason, he could only send words to Atta's ears through this inconsistent tone.

But there is one thing he said right, the sunset will not last too long, at most only half an hour. Half an hour later, night fell, and the presence of a vampire would turn all resistance into a joke. Atta had fought with the kinship, she knew their destructive power very well, and the guy she had dealt with in Cang Lion did not know how much lower than Nina in the kinship sequence.

Most of these people also know what they know. Cheese once talked to his companions during the journey, early morning and evening, noon and midnight are good opportunities for magic rituals to be effective. These moments that have to be experienced every day have unique meanings in spells. Different schools of spells may have different views on them, but there are always some characteristics in common.

Then combined with the things that I thought about before running towards the opponent, the answer is already ready. There must be some kind of trap that will be launched during the handover of day and night, and most of these people in front of me are to ensure that they are still here before that time. They are confident that as long as the trap is activated, vampires will not be a trouble.

"Ding!" The gap between the tridents locked Flaklag's blade. This long-handled weapon with a protruding part originally had a natural advantage against swords on the battlefield. And as the gladiator turned his weapon with a grinning grin, the huge stirring force forced Ata to let go, otherwise her arm would be broken.

In that case, let it go. Atta let go of his right hand holding the sword, while holding a tip of the trident with his left hand, using this as a fulcrum, the whole person jumped up in an upward posture! This obviously exceeded the gladiator's expectations. When he reacted, the female swordsman had already passed the three terrible spikes and pulled out the dagger from her boots.

Unlike in the arena where everyone can only wear armor and hold a fixed weapon, there is no requirement that swordsmen can only use swords in open combat. The gladiator had succeeded before, and the arm that stabilized the halberd body protruded out of the old man. Now Ata just picked it lightly with a dagger, causing an extra wound on the back of his hand.

The female swordsman shrugged her nose. This time, she should have cut off a few fingers of her opponent, but now this result is because he hid in time.

"Huh." The gladiator didn't panic when he got close, but fortunately he let go of his other hand and let the trident fall to the ground. He is not very afraid of Atta, who holds a dagger in one hand, because close combat is a reserved item in the arena. When he was still fighting for freedom, even in some games, he and his opponent would be arranged to fight hand-to-hand. Such fighting is often the bloodiest and cruel.

Compared with the feeling of despair of being besieged like a cockfight, it is nothing now.

The fist wind was blowing the little chestnut hair, and the opponent's fists were fast, matching the twisting of the waist and the steady pace. Perhaps it was a reckless decision to give up the magic sword. If Flacragg was in hand, she could at least put the sword on the enemy's neck or expect the spell of the enemy's sword to suddenly manifest. Now the battle has entered a cruel stage, and there is no possibility of trickery.

Punch hard, hit in the flanks. The pain of being hit accompanied by the internal organs' reaction was dizzying. Atta endured the pain and thrust the dagger into the arm behind her fist. The action of retracting the fist made the dagger effortlessly leave a terrifying wound on that arm. The blood and pain began to blur the mind.

He and her ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the cognition of their opponents gradually faded, race, gender, height, age, these impressions constructed through the senses quickly fade with reason. Instead, there is endless fury and violence. Kill him, kill, kill!

Close combat has become a scuffle, and a scuffle has become a death match. Atta had no idea how many times he had been hit, and the opponent she was facing had turned into a blood man, but he did not fall.

The blood-stained gladiator let out an angry roar, lowered his body and slammed into it like a wall. Atta couldn't escape, was picked up by the waist, and his entire abdomen was hit by the opponent's shoulder and upper arm, leaving from the ground, following the bull's footstep Helpless hind legs.

"Boom!" The body hit the ground. Her eyes saw the sky, the clouds lit by the setting sun, and the crowd around her squeezed her vision. The breath is very clear in the ear, but the heartbeat is subtle and impenetrable.

Immediately afterwards, the sky was obscured by shadows, and the gladiator's hideous face and dripping blood covered her world. Arm, I can't feel it clearly anymore. But this is not a reason to give up. By looking at each other, she can see the other person's eyes that are starting to lose weight just like her.

Again, work harder.

The fist was raised tremblingly, and hit the gladiator's arm twice, but the effect was very little. The other party seemed to yell at something, but there seemed to be a thousand bees fluttering in her ears.

Fist, smashed her arm into the opponent's face, her last fight brought unexpected gains. She didn't remember what happened to the dagger that she picked up, and she even doubted whether she could still hold it tightly.

But the fact is that with the last punch, the dagger stayed deeply on the gladiator's neck, and her last impression of him was unbelievable eyes.

In those eyes, she saw a lot.