Chapter 1184 In the Name of Sigmar, Warhammer and the Empire

Victor reacted quickly. Although the elf's thunderbolt was hard to detect with the naked eye, the witch hunter dodged to the left immediately due to his years of combat experience.

After dodging Oliveira's attack, Victor pulled out the pistol from his leather windbreaker to cover the attack of the light sword in his right hand.

But just as the bullet was fired, at zero distance, Oliveira actually crossed the sword and blocked the seemingly sure-hit attack with the sword.

Oliveira stood there with a calm expression: "The musket is something to make up for the weak... But if you can prove some ability, I will consider customizing a suitable firearm for you."

The unprovoked words made Victor calmer. He saw that the elf did not have the intention to kill, otherwise the witch hunter would have ended the eternal hunt in a close combat just now.

In this case, let me see the elf's swordsmanship!

Throwing the musket aside, Victor focused on fighting Oliveira with the light sword.

The witch hunter's swordplay style is gorgeous and deadly. The light sword is not a suitable battlefield weapon. Except for stabbing, the threat to armored units is too small.

But for a duel, the light sword is a good choice. It is flexible and fast. As long as you can seize the opportunity and stab the tip of the sword into the opponent's fatal position, you can end the battle.

On the other hand, Oliveira still continues his previous habits. His swordplay style is open and close. It seems that he has not hit Victor every time, but as long as he changes his pace, the witch hunter's head will soon fall.

The battle lasted for a long time. From the beginning, Victor was gradually able to confront the elves head-on, but soon Oliveira would quietly raise the offensive to a higher level, so that the witch hunter always maintained a high-intensity pressure.

This teaching called battle was forced to end when the light sword in Victor's hand broke. This rune light sword from the Val Anvil had been broken in the hands of Oliveira's sword guard after too many poor responses to attacks.

A big man, panting, this is Victor's current state. He has seen sword duelists from the Southern Kingdom, and their martial arts are no less than those of the inner knights of the Empire.

But Oliveira's sword is not the fancy elf in his impression, but reveals a sense of simplicity and heaviness, which is very regular and neat, like a picture in a textbook, but he can't avoid it and can only resist it.

And the elf didn't even show his sharp skills, and completely crushed him with just swordsmanship.

Throwing down the remaining half of the light sword, Victor said an uncomfortable word.

"I lost."

Oliveira stopped the offensive and secretly evaluated the strength of the witch hunter in his heart.

He has good potential. Although it was difficult to keep up with the rhythm of the battle at the beginning, he kept adapting in the battle...

But why would His Majesty pay attention to an inconspicuous witch hunter? There are many people in the Empire with more potential than him.

"Can you continue?"

Victor stretched out his trembling hands. The power of the elves was much more terrifying than he had imagined. If the light sword had not been used to unload the force, without having to confront the force head-on, it is very likely that his hands would have been useless.

The witch hunter was a little thin. From his figure, he looked like a short elf. In addition to his agility, his willpower was the only thing that was acceptable.

Oliveira looked at Victor's trembling hands and shook his head with a little disappointment.

"You need some time to train so that you can adapt to future battles."

"But why would the head of the elves personally train a witch hunter? As far as I know, your relationship with the empire is far less than Kislev."

"Hehe, don't ask too many questions. You just need to know that we have no ill will towards you... On the contrary, we have a great interest in you."

Oliveira left the sacrificial blood pit with the greatsword, leaving only Elvis who had been watching from the side.

"Don't worry too much about failure. Oliveira is known as the sharp blade of the dragon lord and is the most famous blade lord in Ulthuan..."

"Failure is failure. Finding excuses is a cowardly act." Victor picked up the pistol on the ground. In an unfamiliar environment, the weapon in his hand is the source of security.

This statement deeply won Elvis's praise. Caledor hated failure. If he didn't succeed, it could only be said that he was incompetent, and he could never use excuses as a cover-up.

After tidying up his somewhat messy coat and putting on the tall hat that fell during the battle, the witch hunter glanced at the double-tailed giant snake sculpture in the central area and thought it was an out-and-out barbaric god.

"What do you want the son of the empire to do? Unprovoked actions will only make people feel confused."

"You mean, we will hurt you? Haha." Elvis shook his head and smiled, thinking that this was indeed a bit weird. When he was fooled by His Majesty and the Prophet in the past, he had the same mentality as Victor.

The riddle man seemed to be very high-end, but in the ears of the listener, everything seemed very inexplicable.

"Sottego wants to see you. This may change your fate. Stand in front of the statue and let the eyes of the forked giant snake stare at the son of the empire."

Speaking in this way, Victor stood straight in front of the statue without any fear.

He silently recited the holy scriptures of the Church of Sigmar in his heart, firmly believed in the double-tailed comet, and did not let the barbaric gods of other races corrupt it.

The man and the snake stared at each other for a long time, until the arrival of dusk and the breeze blew the fallen leaves on Victor's cheeks, and Elvis felt something was wrong.

It doesn't make sense. Why didn't the statue react at all? Could it be that this person is not Victor Salzpyre, one of the five little strong men?

With a puzzled mood, Elvis came to the statue and kicked the giant snake's tail hard.

This disrespectful act made Victor's eyebrows jump. Is this the Chosen of Sotek? Kick the statue of his own god.

After a while, Elvis' smile froze.

Victor Salzpyre is indeed one of the five little strong men, but Grandpa Sotek doesn't want to bless him. He thinks that the man who shouted for Sigmar is the most handsome.

The Great Horned Viper Master coughed twice, indicating that Victor didn't need to look at the giant snake again.

"You shout, in the name of Sigmar, Warhammer and the Empire."

"What?" Victor was stunned. The elf's request was too weird.

After coughing twice and clearing his throat, Elvis imitated the passionate shouting of human knights in his memory and said loudly: "In the name of Sigmar, Warhammer and the Empire!"

To be fair, as an important noble heir, Elvis has specially trained his voice, and many dragon princes commented that he has the style of his deceased father.

But for some reason, he recited the war cry of the Empire, twisting like a woman.

This strange and feminine tone immediately made Victor a little angry: "Unforgivable, this is Sigmar's will! You must pay for it!"

The sharp and passionate voice made the ruby ​​eyes of the two-tailed giant snake sculpture flicker.

Elvis continued to recite: "In the name of the two-tailed comet!"

"Damn it! For Sigmar and Warhammer, I will judge you!" (End of this chapter)