The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Die, Agnes!"

Henry showed a ferocious smile on his face and attacked fiercely with the dagger in his hand.

The mace in Cronin's hand pinned Agnes' spear down tightly, making it impossible for him to free his hand to block Henry's attack.

If he tried to withdraw his hand to block Henry's attack, his mace would smash Agnes' head.

Faced with such a predicament, Agnes' hair stood on end, and the remaining wounds on his body became even more painful as he tried his best.

It made Agnes's face a little distorted, but it also made Agnes's mind extremely clear.

"what!"

Agnes suddenly let out an angry roar, his hand still firmly holding the spear to block Cronin's attack.

However, the legs that were sitting on the warhorse's back suddenly burst out with a terrifying force, and actually broke the waist of the warhorse under his crotch.

"Violent!"

The warhorse let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground with a bang.

At the same time, Agnes, who was on his warhorse, fell down and just avoided Henry's dagger attack.

At the same time, Agnis nimbly dodged the heavy mace that was falling down.

While dodging, the spear in Agnes's hand rolled on the ground, and it swept directly towards Cronin like fallen leaves in the wind.

Cronin was looking at it in a daze, not expecting that Agnes would have a counterattack. By the time he reacted, the sharp spear was already in front of him.

He dodged quickly, but the spear still left a shallow scar on his face, and blood splattered out.

Agnes took advantage of this gap, quickly distanced himself from the two men, and looked at them warily.

Cronin's smiling expression finally changed. He touched the wound on his face in disbelief. The sweat on his hand irritated the wound and it hurt a little, making him clearly feel the existence of the wound on his face.

He shouted angrily at Agnes: "Damn Agnes, you actually ruined my extremely handsome face?!"

Hearing this, Agnes raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then laughed so hard that he almost fell backwards. "An extremely handsome face? You?! Do you want to look at yourself in the mirror? How does your pig face have anything to do with the word "extremely handsome"? "

Cronin's expression became extremely angry, and his chubby white face turned red in an instant.

"No! There is a word that is related!"

Agnes smiled and said, "The word 'handsome' really suits you, you pig!"

"You're looking for death! Agnes, I'm going to kill you!"

Cronin seemed to have lost his composure, his face turned extremely red, and the strength in his hands became violent.

Henry looked at Agnes jokingly and said, "You're done! You activated Cronin's Red Temperature state. Next, you will be smashed into a pile of minced meat by his crazy mace."

Agnes grinned mockingly, "What red temperature state? He looks like a fat white pig head turning into a cooked pig."

Hearing Agnes' words, Cronin rushed out angrily, waving the heavy mace in his hand and roaring: "I will kill you!"

The angry Cronin was like an angry wild boar, waving the heavy mace in his hand wildly. The mace smashed at Agnes again and again, stirring up gusts of wind.

Agnes tried to use his spear to dodge, but was instantly knocked away by Cronin's mace. He could only quickly dodge Cronin's crazy mace.

What he didn't expect was that the angry Cronin's power was so amazing that even he was unable to match it and was suppressed and beaten by Cronin.

However, Agnes also discovered that after Cronin fell into an angry state, although his strength became extremely powerful, he did not seem to be as smart and calm as he was in his normal state.

After knowing this, Agnes began to circle around Cronin. The mace in Cronin's hand always hit the air and could not hit Agnes, which made Cronin even angrier and lost his sanity faster.

Agnes was delighted. Although Cronin was more powerful in battle after falling into anger, he had become a fool. He only needed to use his brain to manipulate Cronin.

In order to better deal with Cronin, Agnes also stole a warhorse from the enemy and rode on the horse to fight Cronin in a battle of wits and courage.

But he had somewhat forgotten the existence of another person.

Cronin roared, and smashed the mace in his hand down fiercely. The heavy force seemed to sweep the air apart and hit Agnes hard.

Agnes pulled the reins of the warhorse under his crotch, and the horse immediately turned its head and avoided Cronin's attack.

At this time, Cronin had not yet had time to retract the mace, and it was the best time to attack.

There was a cold gleam in Agnes' eyes, and then he shot out like a dragon, killing with the sharp edge of the spear.

If this shot was well-placed, it could have pierced Cronin through.

But at this moment, a cold wind suddenly appeared behind Agnis, and a pair of extremely cold eyes like a poisonous snake in the dark immediately locked onto him.

Agnis' heart skipped a beat. He felt like he was on a cliff. The cold mountain wind was blowing on his body, and in front of him was a terrifying dark cliff.

He turned around suddenly and saw Henry appeared behind him at some point, with the dagger in his hand suddenly thrust out and cutting towards his neck.

Agnes was so scared that cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, but he forced himself to calm down quickly and think about the next response strategy.

Everything happened in an instant, Agnes abandoned his horse and jumped down. Although he avoided Henry's assassination, Cronin madly smashed the heavy mace at him.

"what!"

Agnes immediately let out a painful scream, and Cronin's mace flew past his calf. But even so, Agnes felt heart-wrenching pain. For a moment, he felt like his legs were not his own.

Henry yelled, "Tsk, tsk, I told you not to mess with Cronin, didn't you hear me? Now you know the pain, don't you?"

The redness on Cronin's face began to slowly fade away, and he gradually calmed down. The anger on his face also gradually subsided, and it seemed that he had returned to his previous kind and smiling look.

"I've injured your legs, and without your horse, your mobility will be greatly reduced."

Cronin sneered, "You're dead."