Chapter 689 9.113

Chapter 689 113

In the past 15 years, the mountain that has weighed the most on Gelin's mind was the time she followed Hummel to plunder the valley 15 years ago. Google search reading

Hummel Blood Pigeon has always been an opportunist. He is down-to-earth and practices his own unique method of "being cheap and not taking advantage of the bastard"

theory, and successfully gained enough benefits from this survival guide.

When Loki returned, he only sent two assistants, Blind Mountain and Ge Lin, to salvage from the sea. He got half of the loot from Loki's robbery of Lindisfar Monastery.

When Loki had a decisive battle with "Swein Gonk", the leader of Mistduck Town, he led the cavalry to harvest at the last moment.

As a result, 90% of the loot in Wuya Town was successfully collected.

This is a leader who is born with a keen observation of the illusion in which he lives. Because of this, when he discovered that the Slavic King Bakanbusch had found a way to cross the Baltic Sea, he immediately concluded that "the Vikings would be defeated" and successfully escaped before the disaster struck.

In this war, all Viking provinces suffered unprecedented casualties, and only the Blood Dove clan escaped unscathed.

Mr. Hummel has once again become a wise man who has no plans left.

Because of this, he found out that Loki was about to counterattack the English Islands without any rest, and he smelled an opportunity again.

Taking advantage of Loki's lack of troops behind his troops, he led the Blood Dove clan to retake Storm's End Castle.

Loki was homeless and was annihilated by the English on the cold beaches of the Kingdom of Mercia. Not only did he gain a large territory, but he also made friends with Ecbert, the Lord of Wessex, who could be called a "celestial being." "Wizards" allies.

By that time, even the Slavic King "Ivar O'Sullivan" did not dare to speak loudly to him.

Is there any smarter combat operation in the world than this?

Ge Lin's husband "Blind Mountain Blood Pigeon" is also a friend of Loki. He may feel something is wrong, but he is also a rough Viking who has hardly used his brain in his life.

He always obeyed all the wishes of Mr. Hummel.

What Ge Lin didn't understand was why she got on the boat with them at that time.

Maybe it's because you hate being alone?

Maybe it's because I haven't figured out how to dissuade them yet.

Or maybe in some corner of her heart, she had imagined that she could become the duchess of the river valley?

Because Mr. Hummel will not live for a few more years after all, Blind Mountain has no leadership skills. After Hummel's death, the position of duke will definitely fall to himself.

Whether this kind of thought had ever occurred in her mind, Ge Lin still didn't have a definite answer until now.

She only knew that when all her people were ambushed outside Storm's End, she felt very regretful.

But the disaster has happened and the souls of the dead have disappeared. Who doesn't feel regret?

At that moment, Ge Lin felt ashamed.

In the dungeons of Storm's End, this shame immediately turned into unspeakable fear. Since her birth, the methods of killing that Ge Lin has seen are nothing more than using different styles of cold weapons to pierce the flesh of living people.

Use light to kill people.

Don't tell me, Ge Lin has never heard of it.

Especially the attacker turned out to be Rocky's eldest daughter Sophie, who was only 10 years old.

When Sophie offered to spare her life, all Gelin could think about was the unborn child in her belly. She boarded the longship alone and fled in haste. From then on, she lived a long life of regret.

Every day she wondered if she could avoid the daily mental torture if she died in the dungeons of Storm's End.

But Red, who was just born at that time, was still too young.

Ge Lin must continue to live in the world and raise this hard-won son until he has the ability to survive independently in this cold world.

Now she was sure Red had what it took to live alone.

The greatest belief that supported her survival in this world has been completed.

Red turned to look at Loki, doubts rising in his heart.

Of course he had heard the legend of "God Killer" Loki since he was a child. He probably also knew about his dead father through several conversations with his parents. His grandfather was inextricably linked to the powerful King of Normandy.

However, he never imagined that his biological mother would want to fight to the end for Loki.

In this short moment, Reid fell into a brief hesitation.

It is true that with his current power, he can easily knock out Gelin and then carry her away from the dispute between the Illuminati and the Kingdom of Normandy.

The Roman magistrates and crusaders all over the city were all staring at this century-old war, and no one would pay too much attention to a humble person like him.

As long as he can escape from this city, he is fully capable of letting his parents live a life of fine clothing and fine food, and he no longer has to serve those nobles with high eyes and have to serve them every day.

But so what?

If Ge Lin is taken away in this way, his biological mother will still look sad and live in invisible fear and regret every day.

Reid could vaguely sense that the reason why Ge Lin agreed to Mo Kui using Yin Yang Secretary to extend her life this time was probably because she could fight alongside Loki in the duel today.

Only by repaying the debts owed when you were young can you regain peace of mind in your soul.

(whatever)

My ability to reborn after nearly dying is most likely related to this group of Viking pirates. Everyone is returning favors, so you might as well return my favors today.

It's better than having to live in hiding from these barbarians in the future!

Red looked into his mother's eyes and nodded gently.

Living together since childhood has cultivated an extraordinary tacit understanding between the two. Green immediately knew Red's thoughts without verbal communication.

The blood-red figure floated towards the Lizardman leader who was fighting with Loki. Red suddenly appeared behind the "Lord of Twilight" Fitzroy.

Loki hit him on the head with an axe and made him lose balance. Red grabbed his two wrists with his left and right.

Fitzroy obviously did not expect this other opponent to appear out of thin air. His hands were grabbed by two iron clamps. Red pointed his back in the direction where Green was lurking.

The rune wood arrow broke through the air and nailed into Fitzroy's back with a thud.

The shrill wailing sound sounded again.

The second Lizardman leader had been shot.

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"No"

"If we continue to consume like this, we will fall into a huge disadvantage"

On the top floor of the Colosseum, the chief staff of the Shadow Lord Fitzro, "Flame Pather" Sakko narrowed his eyes and said with concern.

Politicians have never been a group of reliable allies

Before the battle began, he had expected that Mikhail III, the old fox, would turn against him, and he made sufficient preparations for this.

But he could never imagine that the hand of the wave balance would be a street gangster in Constantinople-Red Blood Pigeon.

In this huge city with a population of more than one million, there are no less than thousands of gangsters like Red Blood Pigeon who have some status. As the chief staff of the "Lord of Twilight" Fitzro, Sakko knows a lot of information in the city, but most of it is related to high-level nobles.

As for Red, he only knows that he is an ordinary gangster who is "a little bit stronger than other gangsters."

Perhaps he could rely on a sudden inspiration and luck to defeat the champion, but it was impossible for a small gangster to defeat Wang Ergulei.

Could it be that he had another adventure?

"Wang Ergulei really died in his hands?"

Muttering to himself, Sarco took out a telescope and continued to observe.

When he saw that the back of the Twilight Lord Fitzro was also nailed with a rune wood arrow, he knew that the situation in the field could no longer allow him to sit idly by.

"I don't like this feeling of always being one step ahead and breaking the rules."

"But now it seems that there is no other way."

Putting away the telescope, he turned over and jumped off the wall. The unique elemental body of the "Flame Pather" made him as light as a fallen leaf. After successfully landing, he walked out of the duel field without looking back.

"Start the second stage."

As this order was issued, the sound of fine machine expansion immediately rang out inside the Colosseum. The first to notice the changes in the city wall were naturally the lower-class citizens watching outside the field.

They felt the vibration coming from the bricks and stones they were sitting on.

20 days ago, the Illuminati had already used gunpowder to blow away half of the high wall, and shattered many long marble strips laid on the audience seats. On the high wall, the citizens looked down and found that the thick marble on the outer edge of the Colosseum wall had been transformed into a hollow structure at some point.

The sound of the machine expansion was the front baffle being pulled open, and one rapid-fire crossbow after another was ejected from the hollow marble.

It was estimated that there were at least thirty or forty of them.

"Fuck!"

"I know these stinky lizards will play rogue, but playing rogue to this extent, these shameless things really have no bottom line!"

The citizen holding the beer was furious and stood up to curse. Unexpectedly, as soon as he said a word, a crossbow arrow flew from behind and pierced him through!

The power of the iron arrows was so great that the remaining force could continue to penetrate two or three people.

The crossbow array arranged by the Illuminati was not limited to the center of the duel arena. The roofs of the buildings in the center of the city were all equipped with powerful crossbows that could fire 2-meter iron arrows.

Although the height of the houses and shops was much lower than the high walls of the Colosseum, the powerful crossbows that were precisely debugged by the scholars could raise the muzzle to nearly 45 degrees. The iron crossbow arrows thrown with great force just passed the high walls outside the Colosseum.

What Sako pursued was not accuracy.

But quantity.

When the black rain of arrows appeared above his head, Loki immediately understood the terribleness of the opponent's arrangement.

All around were rapid-fire crossbows made by Mohist disciples. This powerful weapon that could shoot seven or eight arrows in 1 minute formed a 360-degree siege on everyone without dead angles.

Not to mention the huge iron arrows that fell from the sky.

The three leaders had great confidence in the scale armor designed for them by the "Light Giant". They knew that relying on the hard armor, this rain of steel arrows could not cause substantial damage to them. But it was enough to wipe out all opponents in the Colosseum, including Loki.

As for the reinforcements they summoned to enter the arena and the Roman citizens watching the battle in the Colosseum, they were not within the scope of the Illuminati leader's consideration.

Their lifespans were so long that the lives of mortals in their eyes were like rising smoke and the afterglow of the setting sun, which was nothing to think about.

A huge sense of crisis came over Loki, who wiped the blood off his face fiercely.

Seeing that hundreds of iron arrows were about to fall from the sky, in this lightning moment, he did not rush forward, but immediately threw away the axe in his hand, and roughly pulled the Illuminati leader in front of him and pressed him on his back.

"Everyone, be careful to dodge!"

"Don't dream of being able to throw out the range of the barrage, cover yourself with corpses on the spot!"

In a hurry, he could only shout out a warning with full of energy.

This comes from the fighting instinct he has cultivated in many years of fighting.

Satyr has always obeyed all the orders issued by Loki. He immediately fell on his chest and back with a few knives. Satyr rolled to a horse corpse at the fastest speed, split a gap in the horse's belly with a short axe, and then got in.

This seems incredible to ordinary people, but it is the most common operation in the bitter cold Scandinavian Peninsula.

In the extremely cold winter, hunters entered the mountains in the absence of food. It is impossible to dispel the cold by simply relying on campfires in the low temperature and severe cold. In the case of a blizzard that blows for several days and nights, the campfire will be extinguished by the low temperature. Hunters must wrap themselves in the corpses of prey to survive and rely on the hair and fat of the animals themselves to resist the severe cold.

Just after getting into the horse's belly, the first round of arrow rain has fallen from mid-air.

All the remaining Crusaders in the duel field were baptized by iron arrows without exception. Most of them were wearing heavy plate armor, and even if they saw the rain of arrows falling from the sky, they did not have enough mobility to dodge effectively.

Not to mention the Angel of Judgment floating in the air.

Among all the people present, the only two who perfectly avoided the crossbow attack were Red and Green near the edge of the field. The two heard the sound of the machine amplifier, turned their heads and saw the rapid-fire crossbow cannons behind them emerging from the marble, and immediately dodged into the hollow marble to dodge.

In this way, they easily avoided all attacks.

After experiencing a round of baptism of iron arrows, the duel field was full of corpses.

Most of them were Roman citizens who were originally sitting comfortably in the stands. The 12 silver knights who were teleported by the holy light spell also died.

Only three lizardmen leaders were able to stand in the center of the field.

As soon as a round of arrow rain attacks ended, a fine tremor sounded on the surface. That was when all the Illuminati hidden in the city charged at the Colosseum at the same time.

This was the Illuminati's ultimate means.

They knew how Loki fought.

This was a man who was never afraid of being besieged.

As the number of corpses in the Colosseum increased, once the endless blood mist spread, the entire city would fall into unprecedented chaos.

The only way to get rid of Loki was to kill him immediately while he was seriously injured, otherwise it would be difficult to get rid of him once he was allowed to catch his breath in the blood mist.

The Sat, who was wrapped in the center of the horse corpse, got out of the horse's belly with a bloody body, and saw hundreds of burly men of different shapes and holding various weapons running wildly from the street.

They exuded various spiritual energies like condensed steam, and it was not difficult to see that all of them were chosen by God who mastered the power of God's choice.

In order to kill Loki, the Illuminati had used the strongest bait they could think of.

The three leaders risked their lives alone, exposing their true identities just to take down Loki. Of course, they would do their best to reveal every trump card.

A huge white wolf fell from the sky, and Mikhail III released the "Greedy Wolf" Guraul.

Sartre bent down and picked up the short axe. Behind the two, Loki also threw away the "Lord of Twilight" Fitzroy who was acting as a shield. The sudden increase in the number of corpses made the thin blood mist around the three people quickly condense.

At this moment, Sartre frowned.

He found that there were not as many Illuminati members running from all directions as he imagined. The resonance of the footsteps formed by just a few hundred people could not cause such a regular tremor on the ground.

The regular vibrations from his feet gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had experienced this feeling somewhere before.

He tried to recall, but he couldn't remember it at all in a short time.

Reinforcements were coming. Sartre raised his hatchet and was about to throw it when the soft sand behind him made a loud bang. Looking back, he saw a huge worm with a thickness of 20 meters coming out from the ground.

The worm opened its mouth, and a nimble figure leaned against the sun and slid lightly in front of Sartre.

That was the Normandy Crown Prince Alfred who had fought side by side with Sartre in the underworld for 13 years.