Chapter 1189 The Last Earl

The bloody battle atmosphere of the Yankee madman only made Victor more cautious and fanatical. If his long sword was guided by Sigma, he could always see through the weakness of the berserker and block the fierce attack of the tomahawk.

But the difference in physical fitness and experience cannot be made up for by fanaticism.

When is the most powerful period for a true warrior? The answer is middle age.

He is strong, experienced, and calm when fighting. He will not be frustrated by some mistakes, nor will he be complacent because of success.

Today's Victor has not yet reached the peak of his life. Today, he is just a rookie witch hunter who was easily defeated when hunting vampires.

After taking an ax in the chest and barely escaping with the help of his Ysrama silver chainmail, Victor stopped his frenzied confrontation and took a deep breath to adjust his pace.

Don't worry about those Chaos Wizards, the elves will take care of it, just do whatever you have the strength to do... If this Yankee lunatic can't solve it, then thinking about it will be a burden.

The berserker with a mouth full of fangs let out an angry roar. He jumped up and flew towards Victor like a windmill. If he couldn't resist or dodge, the rough edge of the battle ax would smash his body into pieces. Every inch of flesh and blood was torn apart.

Can't go back!

Victor gritted his teeth and prayed loudly to the patron saint of the empire: "For Sigma and Warhammer!"

Sigma may not care about the prayers of a young believer, but this determination allowed Victor to activate the runes on the elf sword in his hand.

Wycliffe's sword is a family treasure passed down from generation to generation. It has killed countless demons and Chaos followers since the time of the Chaos Invasion.

The fragments of its blade, at Imrik's request, were fused with a mold that highlighted sharpness and sharpness, meaning that the person holding it should be as sharp and unstoppable as the veteran who died for Caledor. .

Victor felt a vague emotion emerge from the sword in his hand, as if he wanted to pierce the Yankee madman in one fell swoop.

A warrior's instinct tells him to always trust the weapon in his hand.

He changed his sweeping posture and instead used the tip of his sword to stab the flying Cyclone Berserker.

Invisible wind surged out of the sword, like a sharp long arrow ejected from the spine of the sword.

The berserker, who lacked the protection of armor, was pierced by the sudden wind arrow in the chest, and fell to the ground along with the crude battle ax that spun together.

This magic made Victor feel like his body was being hollowed out. He stood on the ground panting heavily, with cold sweat pouring out of his forehead.

"Damn...I still have a lot to do."

"It's over...Victor."

Elvis walked out of the darkness with no trace of battle on his body. He held an obsidian sword and walked thoughtfully to the center of the place where the witch hunters were fighting.

He squatted down and checked the blood hole on the Berserker's chest, and said in a surprised tone: "You activated the magic matrix in the sword?"

"If you mean, the magic that hollowed out my body this time has indeed been activated." Victor's tone was a bit complaining. This magic is indeed effective and can kill the enemy by surprise.

But the side effects are too great, using it once consumes more energy than fighting for an hour.

"This sword... was initially forged with extremely fine specifications. Due to some mistakes along the way, the appearance was slightly defective. However, there were no problems with the runes attached to the surface of the sword.

You can think of it as a relatively sharp staff. "

Elvis stretched out his hand and motioned for Victor to hand over the long sword. After careful inspection, he found that a rune was indeed activated.

"According to the law that there are no more than three runes, you just activated the first rune... but just activating one rune has made it so fragile.

Witch hunter, your physical fitness needs to be improved. You need to know that even an elf child can activate it at least twice without any effort. "

"Your children must all be monsters."

Elvis shook his head with slight disappointment. He had already dealt with the chaos wizards around him and watched Victor's battle process.

Generally speaking, his willpower is up to the standard of a devout Sigmar believer, but his experience, physical fitness, and skills all need to be improved. It is estimated that he has not even reached the level of a knight in the inner circle of the empire.

"You still need to practice more, and your physical fitness also needs to be strengthened. Regular exposure to things of chaos will make your body very weak. You have not received the gift of Sigma..."

This point deeply hurt Victor's heart, and he roared angrily: "There is no need for elves to interfere in the affairs of witch hunters!"

The twin-tailed comet has arrived, and countless people in the empire are praying to Sigma, but few can get a response. Doomsday theory has spread in the empire, and they are saving a hero to save the doubted faith.

Elvis raised his hand and expressed no intention to offend: "I have no intention of paying attention to the empire's beliefs. The consensus between elves and humans is that they will never question each other's beliefs.

But there is no doubt that many powerful men in the empire were able to achieve immortal great deeds with the gift of the gods. If you don't want to fulfill your duties as a witch hunter because you can't get Sigma's response, maybe you can listen to my suggestions. "

Victor thought for a long time, and the elf's kindness made him feel strange.

If it were a dwarf, he could still explain it with the sacred covenant, but Caledor has never been a group of elves who would make selfless sacrifices to foreign races.

"Let's talk about it later... Did you kill all the Chaos Wizards?"

Seeing that Victor disagreed, Elvis shook his head helplessly. He had never seen the battles of those top warriors, so he couldn't understand the world and the differences in individual strength.

"Five minutes, as the Imperial Church said, heretics are all cowards."

This joke did not make Victor happy, because if it were not for the help of the elf sword, he would have died in the hands of the cowardly Berserker.

He stared at the bloody hole in the Berserker's chest for a long time, and many thoughts emerged in his mind.

Strength?... How big is the gap between me and this elf?

Not long after, the two set off again, without the initial chat. Victor asked Elvis to explain some of the strange things he had seen, thinking that with the experience of the elves, he must know a lot of information that the empire did not know.

Out of his natural liking for Victor, Elvis implicitly expressed one thing.

"Sylvania, a remote place that is difficult to be covered by the glory of your emperor, the last earl has not left. Soon, he will return to von Carstein's fiefdom with ideas that you cannot understand, and strive for the power that he should have."

"You mean Manfred?"

"From the perspective of imperial law, who is the last earl of Sylvania?"

Victor quickly thought that the imperial law requires the emperor to approve the title of Sylvania according to the noble law.

Then there is only one possibility for this person.

Otto's son-in-law - Vlad von Carstein. (End of this chapter)