Chapter 1282 The Banshee and the Executioner

The rage of the son of Aenarion caused the killing intent to spread in the open space. He was much shorter than Ulfric, but his momentum was not inferior at all.

A golden light flashed from the ground, and Tyrion, who was rushing with a sword, had already hit Ulfric.

The brilliance of the Sun Sword was like the first ray of light piercing the darkness at dawn, but this light was by no means dim, but the hottest and most dazzling, like a flame that purifies all evil.

The sword light drew an arc that was difficult to see with the naked eye. The swift and fierce attack made Ulfric feel a lot of pressure, and he thought to himself that this elf was so fast.

The octagonal mark shield was raised, and the Chaos warlord half squatted down, using the solid steel as a cover to block the heavy blow to his head.

And Ulfric's other hand was not idle either, ready to take advantage of the gap in Tyrion's attack and stab the elf's chest with his sword.

But the premise is that he must successfully block the Sun Sword with his shield. Unfortunately, the elf's body looks thin, but it is much stronger than expected.

The Sun Sword slashed with both hands successfully cut a gap on the edge of the octagonal mark shield, cutting off a piece of iron the size of a head.

Tyrion suddenly exerted force, roared, and actually threw the Chaos warlord's body out with his strength.

Ulfric, whose arms were numb, did not feel any discomfort, but felt that he had found an opponent.

He licked his lips, first glanced at the shield with a gap, squatted down and stood up again, raised his right sword high, and made a gesture of spreading his limbs.

This change made Tyrion stop temporarily, ready to see what the Chaos Barbarian was going to do, maybe he wanted to pray for blessings from the Chaos Gods.

Ulfric said in a high voice: "In the name of the Chaos Gods, I, Ulfric the Wanderer, War Chief of the Salli Tribe, the Eternal Challenger, demand a championship duel where only the winner survives!"

He was not afraid at all, as if he had forgotten his original idea of ​​killing the Phoenix King. After all, he couldn't even kill a descendant of Aenarion, so how could he dream of killing the Phoenix King who was heavily protected? It was simply a foolish dream.

Tyrion ignored him. In the eyes of the descendants of Aenarion, fighting against the barbarians was not honorable at all. Their best destination was only one, and that was death.

The rage of the Sun Sword, wrapped in the coldness of Asuryan, rushed towards Ulfric together. Tyrion's superb martial arts were fully displayed here, and every swing of the Chaos warlord would be easily seen through.

The fierce and swift attack of the Sword of Torgard seemed particularly slow and weak in the death scream of the incarnation of the Banshee.

The frost was easily broken by the flames, and the octagonal shield was chopped into pieces, but Tyrion was still not hurt at all.

The elf swiftly moved around the Norscans, relying on the changes in pace and attack, constantly creating scars on the opponent's body surface.

Very strong...

Ulfric barely reached the attack. The feeling of this elf was completely different from any enemy he had seen before. It was hard to imagine that a warrior with a monster-like physique would prefer to rely on exquisite martial arts to disintegrate the enemy's offensive layer by layer.

From the perspective of martial arts, the Chaos warlord fell into a disadvantage. Compared with the years of war experienced by the elves, Ulfric still looked a little younger.

But the executioner of the Chaos gods would not be defeated casually.

Under the orderly attack, Tyrion seized an opportunity. His pace changed from before, speeding up three times, shaking off Ulfric's arm for blocking, and easily stabbed the Sun Sword into the Chaos warlord's side.

The artifact of the elves can cut iron like mud. As a weapon used by Aenarion, the Sun Sword has been endowed with many legendary colors. The only thing that will not change is the nature of a killing weapon.

The magic plate armor forged by the Chaos Dwarves did not provide good protection for Ulfric. When the sun rune on the surface of the Sun Sword flashed, the blade cut through the butter and pierced into the steel.

Calmness is the quality that Tyrion has honed over the past hundred years. He did not follow the previous fighting style and immediately drew out the Sun Sword to chop off Ulfric's head. Instead, he followed the force and cut a big hole in his abdomen with a crash.

Somewhat strange...

Tyrion, who stepped back a few steps, was so confused. Judging from the feeling of the sword piercing Ulfric's body, the body of the Norscan barbarian had not undergone serious mutations. Inside were organs, not a mess of flesh and blood.

He was not in a hurry. Even if Ulfric had a trump card, Tyrion would not have any concerns. He also had a trump card.

"Ah, it hurts, it feels so good." Ulfric threw down the shield that had become scrap metal, covered his bleeding abdomen with his left hand, but his face was full of pleasure.

The Chaos warlord spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground, and said to himself with an unhappy look.

"That bunch of rubbish, after losing that rubbish Malekith, they dare not even approach your island, and they only think about plundering the Empire and Bretonnia all day long. It turns out that the elves are still good at it..."

Ulfric's seemingly serious injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye after he finished talking to himself.

The fire poison of the Yanyang Sword did not have a substantial impact on him, but instead caused some changes...

The Chaos warlord tore off the shoulder armor that was in the way, and his bulging chest and abdomen seemed to be taking a deep breath, and a very rich Chaos aura burst out of his body.

His figure gradually grew larger, and from the original physique that was far higher than that of ordinary people, it suddenly became larger, and his skin turned a terrifying red, and the brown hair that originally symbolized northern blood was gradually replaced by bright red.

From a human to an ogre, this is Ulfric's current state, but compared to the ogre's stupidity, the Norscan warlord is undoubtedly much more terrifying...

"Want to hear a story, elf..."

Tyrion looked normal, not surprised at all. Whatever these chaotic scum looked like was normal and not worthy of surprise.

The experienced Aenarion bloodborn stared at the dark clouded sky in the distance, and a familiar breath flashed through the clouds.

A giant dragon? Sure enough, I have a backup plan. I need to delay it for a while.

The elf stood straight on the spot, waiting for the Chaos Barbarian to finish speaking.

Ulfric's figure gradually changed, and his tone became more terrifying, with murderous intent.

"I was born with the Mark of Chaos... I led Sally to defeat Skylin in the Battle of Thousand Skulls dedicated to the Divine Dog, and successfully obtained the marriage contract of the tribal princess and the right to inherit the chieftain.

I was very happy that day and declared one thing to everyone...I can beat anyone! Not even the gods can train a better warrior than me! After I fell asleep, the gods sent a messenger and made me an executioner..." (End of Chapter)