Chapter 395 Humiliation
"Open the city gate, open the city gate!" Kevin saw the war horse approaching, and hurriedly called on the soldiers under the city to open the city gate.
The warhorse slowed down and ran into the city gate. The man being dragged was still motionless. He had a cloth bag on his head that was usually used to hold food. His body was covered with blood and it looked like he had suffered a lot.
"Hey, how are you?"
Kevin hurriedly came down from the city wall and pushed away the soldiers surrounding the man. He squatted down and pulled the cloth bag off the guy's head.
“Oh my god!”
The moment the cloth bag was pulled off, the air seemed to freeze instantly. The surrounding soldiers couldn't bear to watch this scene and turned their heads away.
This poor fellow was pale, without a trace of blood on his face, and his eyes were wide open, showing that he had been extremely frightened before he died. There was a deep wound on his neck, and the blood had coagulated around the wound. He had been dead for a long time, and the most terrifying thing was that his mouth was filled with his severed penis.
"Oh? It seems that the Celtics have given you a clear answer, Kevin." Art said quietly behind Kevin Sean.
Everyone present bowed their heads to mourn for the unfortunate messenger. Kevin Sean half-knelt beside the corpse. He looked at the messenger's pale face without saying a word.
After a moment's silence, he suddenly stood up, with a fierce look on his face, snatched the two-handed axe from the soldier next to him, carried it in one hand, and strode out of the gate of Ibolacombe.
"In the end, it was you who chose to lose your temper!" Art stood at the door, looking at Kevin's back, and said in a low voice.
This time, he had no entourage. The soldiers behind him all raised their heads and watched him go away, and no one followed him.
The Celts on the other side stopped cheering because they noticed the Saxon who walked out of the town's still open gate. They spontaneously called out to the soldiers behind them to stop shouting, and everyone stared at the approaching Saxon with vigilant eyes. The tall and strong Celtic in the lead was paying close attention to his every move.
“Come on!”
The angry Kevin could no longer control his inner excitement. He raised the two-handed axe in his hand and pointed it directly at the tallest and strongest Celt standing in front of him in the Celtic army.
This was a challenge, a request for a one-on-one duel between the Warriors. Although the Celtics could not understand Kevin's language, they could tell what Kevin wanted to express from his actions.
As a recognized warrior of the Celtics and the winner of yesterday's match, this tall guy was complacent about his performance yesterday and the embarrassment of his opponent, and thought he was fully capable of repeating yesterday's glory once again. I wonder if such history can be repeated.
Facing this Celtic, Kevin Sean did not show any fear. On the contrary, he quickened his pace and jogged all the way to the Celtic.
The Celtic suppressed his smile, but his arrogance did not diminish in the slightest. Instead, he looked cold and fierce.
Yes, the killing began. The Celtic slowly put down the two-handed giant sword in his hand and placed it on the ground. The sword was not sharpened and did not need to be sharpened. With such a terrifying huge iron sword on the ground, he put his hand on the hilt and stared at Kevin, paying attention to his every move.
Kevin clenched his teeth, his face full of anger, his eyes red with anger. He raised the axe and held it with both hands, stopping less than five meters away from the Celt. A trace of contempt flashed across the Celt's face, as if he didn't take this guy, who seemed a little weak to him, seriously at all.
The Celt picked up the giant sword from the ground and carried it on his shoulder. Such a big piece of iron was so heavy, but with one swing, he knocked off half of the teeth of Alt Bloodthirsty Axe. If it weren't for the protection of a thick helmet, the glory of the Alt family might have fallen here.
At such a close distance, the Celtic did not show any panic. He called behind him and saw a thin young soldier running towards him with a bowl in his hand. He held the bowl in front of the Celtic.
The Celtic slowly stretched out two fingers into the bowl, dipped a little blue paint, and smeared it on his face diagonally. The paint passed over his nose and just separated his left and right eyes. Then the Celtic nodded to the young boy, who ran back to the army behind him with the bowl in his arms.
Kevin, although angry, naturally did not dare to be careless against such an opponent. He had to admit that the enemy was very strong, but he was not weak either, he believed confidently.
He raised his battle axe and moved forward slowly. The Celt also began to fight back. The Celt held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and raised it to his left forearm, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Kevin in front of him.
Kevin didn't care about that, he just rushed forward and swung the axe straight up and chopped it down. If this axe hit someone, he would be crippled if not dead. But the Celtic didn't panic, he just moved his left hand back and brought the sword forward, aiming at the axe and lifting it up.
"when!"
Kevin's arms felt numb from the shock, but the guy in front of him only felt a slight shake in his upper body.
"Damn it, how is that possible?"
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Kevin secretly exclaimed in his heart, only to see the guy smile slightly, raise his left arm with the huge sword and suddenly lift it upwards. Suddenly Kevin's arm shook, and he felt as if he suddenly lost his strength, and the axe in his hand was bounced away.
Kevin took several steps back, fortunately he used the axe handle to support himself on the ground, otherwise he would have fallen on his back.
Looking back, he saw the Celt rushing towards him, waving the giant sword in his hand. He raised the unsharpened giant sword in his hand and swept it towards Kevin. Kevin saw that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly grabbed the belt on his body and pulled the shield tied on his back with his left hand.
“Boom!”
There was a loud bang, and Kevin felt as if he had hit a galloping warhorse. The huge impact force brought by the sword made Kevin fly into the air, and he fell heavily to the ground, splashing a large amount of dust.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Kevin cursed, his left half of the body numb with pain. He struggled to get up with the help of his right half and saw that the shield in his hand was dented for most of the way and the wooden board inside was completely broken.
"It seems I lost a chance to save my life!" Kevin said self-deprecatingly. He stood up straight and tried to move his numb left hand until the feeling slowly faded away. The shield was already vulnerable and carrying it on his back would affect his speed. Helplessly, he had to take off the shield and throw it away, shouting to the Celtic who was walking slowly in front of him: "Come on, come on!"
(End of this chapter)