Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The long tassel on the knight's helmet is gray and withered, just like a strand of hair that has lost its vitality. He wears a dark silver shield on his breastplate near his left shoulder, with the symbol of a double-edged ax engraved on it with complex patterns.

The knight was obviously proud of this coat of arms. He puffed out his chest proudly so that the untouchables around him could better see the decorations on the coat of arms, highlighting his noble status as Stonewell, the guard of Windspread Castle. .

The man with a wretched description approached the knight and said with a lewd smile: "Sir...Sir! Such a beautiful and handsome outsider will definitely satisfy King Greg. It's just..."

He sucked the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, his little eyes kept turning on Ohm's exposed right arm and chest, and his slender tongue twirled and stretched between his yellow teeth: "...Can you give me some? A small reward? He is so...hiss...so beautiful! Please, let me lick his thick chest and smell the wonderful smell under those strong arms...sss..."

Just as the wretched man was rubbing his hands in anticipation, a sharp sword pierced his chest from behind.The wretched man looked down at the bright silver sword blade covered in blood in disbelief, and spit out a series of gurgling sounds mixed with blood foam.

The knight glanced approvingly at the soldier who killed the man, and said coldly: "He is a sacrifice to King Greg. How can a despicable person like you get the right to touch him?"

Humans are such a strange species.

Buck poked his head out of Gus's collar and watched in fear as the soldier pulled out the sword blade from the wretched man's chest. A large amount of blood flowed from the wound that penetrated the front and back, taking away the man's life in an instant.

Obviously we are all compatriots...why do we still need to distinguish between noble and inferior?Why create weapons to kill each other?Why are there so many strong desires?

+Isn’t it strange? +

The sound in his ears made Buck turn around in surprise and meet the deep eyes of the white-robed priest. In the deep pupils, there was a faint light emerging.

+ Identity, money, land... Human beings have been fighting for these things that will not be brought to life or taken to death, and they even do not hesitate to develop weapons that can cause massacres, or degenerate into ugly devils. It is strange. +

So sad... His body showed extremely sad emotions... Are human beings so important to Him?

Before Buck could figure it out, the wind-veiled knight had already put his spear on Ohm's neck and shouted sternly: "Are you deaf?! It's an honor for a pariah like you to be a sacrifice to King Greg. If you don’t hurry up, please come with us!”

Gus raised his glass and swallowed the ale, picked up the bread as rough as wood with his bloody hands, took a bite, and said calmly to Ohm: "It seems you are in trouble."

"Handsome people always have a lot of troubles."

Ohm's fingertips lightly touched the blade of the spear, and he smiled helplessly at Gus and said, "They didn't arrest you. This is discriminating against the disabled."

A vein bulged out on Gus's neck, and King Grek's knight looked even angrier than Gus. He waved his spear, whipped Om's cheek with the barrel, and shouted angrily: "You ungrateful bastard." ! Anyway, King Greg only wants your limbs, so let me destroy your beautiful face!"

clang!

The barrel of the spear hit the steel arm, making a loud sound like gold and iron hitting each other!Gus stretched out his prosthetic left hand to block the knight's attack. He held the bread in his right hand and breathed heavily on the knight's helmet!

Bang!

The black bread mixed with sawdust during the production process was extremely hard, and the knight's helmet immediately showed obvious dents. He felt that his brain was buzzing and shaking, and his legs could hardly stand.

Gus crushed the black bread, bared his teeth at Ohm, and said ferociously: "I'm not a disabled person, you bastard!"

"How about a competition?"

Omshi stood up suddenly, like picking young branches and leaves from a sapling, and easily took the spear from the hand of the dizzy knight, and broke it into several pieces with a gentle force of his fingers.

He threw away the broken soldier in his hand, and faced Gus side by side with the soldiers of Grek who drew their swords in anger, and said: "From here, all the way to the front of Grek, let's see who of us can kill more people."

The knight who recovered from the dizziness looked at his empty hands in shock, and yelled at Ohm: "You untouchable! How dare you damage my -"

The rotten black cloak fluttered like the wind, and low whimpering sounded in the air. The huge giant sword slashed into the knight's shoulder, easily tearing his armor, and split his whole body into two pieces diagonally!

In this extremely impactful scene, other people in the tavern screamed like hens being strangled, making an unusual noise.

Blood shot up from the lower body of the knight who was still standing, and rained down on Gus's shoulders and arms. He stared at Ohm whose white robe was stained with scarlet blood stains with one eye, and growled: "Now, I'm in the lead. one cent."

Looking at the black swordsman covered in blood, several Grek soldiers looked at each other. One of them pulled out the two-handed sword on his back, took a step towards the seemingly defenseless Ohm, and raised the sword to stab the white-robed priest in the throat!

Although King Greg has always emphasized the need to ensure the integrity of the sacrifices, but now that the other party has killed one of his own, there is no way to keep it!

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce his throat, Ohm suddenly shook his head with a smile, and instantly dived into the arms of the Grek soldiers, looking directly at the "creature" inside through the eye holes of the iron helmet.

With blue-black skin, protruding fangs, and yellowish turbid eyeballs, these soldiers have been completely contaminated and corroded by their King Gryk. Their souls have become the nourishment of inhuman things, and their bodies have been completely distorted and mutated.

But these soldiers still think that they are still alive, and even their personalities are different.

But after all, it is an evil spirit.

Holding his palm like a sword, Ohm set off a sonic boom with his wave. The sword cut off the soldier's arms in an instant. While grabbing the two-handed sword in his hand, he turned his body and lifted up the sword, directly knocking the Grek soldier away from him. Cut it into two halves from the crotch to the top of the head!

"what!"

Buck exclaimed softly. When the two-handed sword was held by Messiah, he clearly saw countless golden threads wrapped around the sword body, and the outline of another sword was faintly emerging. And out - it was a giant burning weapon, its light and heat were so blazing that not even the sun in the sky could compare with it!

"You may not believe it." Ohm glanced at Buck, his wrists driving the two-handed sword to rotate on both sides of his body like a flywheel. He said to Gus, "Actually, I know a little bit about how to use a sword."

"Ha! Then what are you waiting for?!"

Gus quickly glanced at the corpse on the ground. Without more than ten years of experience with swords, it would have been impossible to cut such a smooth and perfect cut.Since his partner has such strength but is still humble, then he can't be embarrassed!

The black swordsman charged towards the crowd with a sinister smile. The prosthetic leg he raised was equipped with an automatic repeating crossbow. He roared: "Let us start fighting!"