Chapter 211

"Demon mountain."

Wesselis clenched the hilt of his sword and locked his eyes on the giant man like a mountain in front of him. His eyes showed unprecedented dignity.

Gregor krigon, the "demon mountain", is called "the first villain of the seven countries". In fact, it can also be called the most powerful knight in the theory of the seven countries.

Gregor krigon won this title not because he has the best swordsmanship of the seven countries, but because he is so tall that the pressure on his face makes wesselis feel that his breathing is not smooth.

What's more terrible is that the huge body of demon mountain has not affected his speed and agility at all. In addition, it's a good sword

This guy is just a machine for killing people.

Call~

The silver haired boy's breathing unconsciously became a little heavy, his throat rolled slightly and exhaled gently.

At the same time, his feet kept retreating, carefully controlling the distance between himself and the big man.

"Damn it."

"The reinforcements haven't arrived yet."

On the other side, Elio, who was hit by a sword in his thigh, was pale and bloodless at the moment, and the injured position on his leg was still bleeding, tightly relying on the cold wall.

In fact, illyrio arranged a back hand in advance for a rainy day. In case of any accident, reinforcements will come to rescue them.

However, now I don't know why, the successor of illyrio's arrangement has not come yet.

Now the Yellow bearded governor looked at the big man opposite wesselis, and his pale face looked even more desperate.

"Wesselis? Are you sure you want to fight this guy?"

"This is the biggest fucking man I've ever seen!"

Not only the governors of pantos, but even illyrio felt that there was no possibility of victory in the battle. So did the pantos soldiers who surrounded the open space that flashed out of the battlefield.

"The gods are on the earth!"

"This guy may be able to fuck dragons!"

"Who on earth can fight him?"

Elio's side was still chattering, but wesselis had no time to pay attention to the frightened governor at the moment.

Because this is the most dangerous moment he faces.

He doesn't know if Zhuo Ge is still alive, he will fight with magic mountain one-on-one, who will win and who will lose. However, now this guy of magic mountain has brought him more psychological pressure than Zhuo Ge.

"Wesselis targaryan."

At this time, the huge man, who was very tall and shrouded in heavy armor, suddenly opened his mouth.

His voice was deep and loud, just like the big clock in St. Baylor's Cathedral. He even felt his ears buzzing when listening closely.

Under the heavy helmet, a pair of cold eyes of magic mountain also locked on the little guy with silver hair in front of him.

Silver hair

He remembered that at that time, he was kneeling in front of a guy with silver hair. The other party's face was somewhat similar to the boy in front of him.

However, he hates kneeling to people.

The honourable Sir Gregor krigon hated two things in his life. The first was that other men looked better than him, and the second was to kneel to others.

And the man with silver hair took both of them and put his sword around his neck.

So... He hates people with silver hair.

"Your brother rega once called me a knight."

Gregor krigon spoke again, his voice still loud, and his eyes looked coldly at the little spot in front of him.

At the same time, dragging a heavy long sword with one hand on the ground, sparks burst out and walked towards wesselis.

"Really?"

Wesselis didn't know why Magic Mountain mentioned the past. He frowned slightly and continued to speak.

"But you betrayed him."

Although he spoke, wesselis still fought 200% of his attention in his heart, staring at each other's actions, and did not dare to be careless at all.

But the next second.

Magic Mountain suddenly swung up without warning, and the huge sword in his hand cleaved towards wesselis, as if he wanted to split wesselis's sword in half.

Although the shape of demon mountain is huge, it has moved when it doesn't move. The speed is also very amazing. The heavy hands swing the big sword and chop it down quickly and ruthlessly.

When wesselis saw the other party's sudden attack, although he had been prepared, his heart still clicked.

However, his reaction was still very fast, and he quickly dodged the sword.

Dang——

Magic Mountain, holding a huge sword in one hand, fiercely cleaved at the place where wesselis had just stood. The gravel and dust splashed, and directly cleaved the floor where wesselis had just stood at his feet.

"Hiss..."

The pantos soldiers who were watching from the empty field around couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioning when they saw the scene.

"This monster..."

His strength is really too great.

Wesselis breathed out slightly after dodging the sword of the demon mountain. But he didn't fight back in a hurry. Instead, he held dusk in his hand and kept an appropriate distance from each other. It looked like he was frightened by magic mountain.

And illyrio is also watching the battle between wesselis and magic mountain from the corner, but his current situation can't help wesselis at all.

Even if he went back to twenty years ago, when he was a young and strong mercenary, it was still impossible to fight such a terrible big guy.

"Wesselis, be careful!"

Illyrio could only speak to cheer wesseliga on.

However, wesselis has no time to take into account the voice next to him. He is going all out to face this terrible enemy.

He can't make mistakes like Oberon. As long as he gives the devil mountain a chance, I'm afraid he will die.

"This guy's attack range is too wide."

Wesselis secretly analyzed.

At the same time, he thought that Oberon had mentioned how to fight a big man when he taught him shooting.

Oberon has never forgotten his sister's hatred, so he has been practicing how to defeat... No, to kill a man much bigger than himself.

"The big heads look muscular and ferocious."

"But they also don't have much muscle in the neck, eyes and other key places."

At that time, Oberon was holding a long gun, and the young silver haired boy had just been knocked down by him and sat on the ground panting.

Then Oberon gestured on the boy with the tip of his gun.

"Here."

"Here."

The sharp tip of the gun approached the boy's throat and eyes at a close distance.

"And here."

Snap——

Finally, Prince Dorn patted wesselis on the ass with the barrel of his gun and urged him to get up from the ground.