Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 29: Black Knight of the Hammer
More than two hundred years ago, a brutal war broke out on this continent. An unprecedentedly powerful enemy stepped on this beautiful land with its iron hoofs of destruction. They held high the blood-stained killing flag, crossed the road paved with the bodies of innocent people, and put the chains of slavery on the necks of all free people. The entire Farvi continent was shrouded in a terrifying shadow, and the lingering creatures looked up at the sky eagerly, but could not see a ray of salvation.
That was the most desperate moment for this land. For the first time, people discovered that the word "doomsday", which was so distant like a myth, had become so close to them.
However, the more dangerous the moment, the more true heroes will emerge; the darker the situation, the more people will find true courage. At the critical moment when the entire continent was on the brink of extinction, all races that loved life and peace finally broke through the barriers of culture and tradition, united like relatives, helped each other, fought side by side for our common homeland, bravely stood up in the difficult choice between survival and dignity, and gave a loud answer that made the enemy tremble with their surging blood and unyielding eyes.
Countless dazzling names rose up in this war, blooming with the brilliant light of life, illuminating this dark time; countless simple and kind people of all ethnic groups, with their own hands, created one battlefield miracle after another that made the enemy retreat in fear. In the end, they won. They successfully guarded their homes and protected their loved ones, giving their bloodline a reason to be proud of forever. This is a great victory! It is a victory of courage over terror! It is a victory of dignity over power! It is a victory of freedom over slavery!
...is a victory of justice over evil!!!
This is a great and glorious history. It has not only been written into the history books of the mainland, but also engraved in the blood of all mainland residents. It has become our soul, our bones, and the most glorious part of our soul.
However, Lady Black Knight Arthur Dengott smashed this history to pieces with just a few words, and then picked up the fragments of glory one by one, reassembled them, and pieced together an ugly, despicable and shameful picture. The originally great and glorious names became despicable special names, and the heroes' righteous faces were suddenly covered with evil smiles. Two hundred years of pride suddenly turned into a terrible joke stained with the blood and tears of foreign races and humiliation. Amid the miserable laughter of the trolls, the historical corridor full of honor marks collapsed.
Yes, it is still a victory, but it is no longer a reason for us to be proud. It is a victory of betrayal against betrayal, a victory of baseness against baseness, a victory of death against death, and cruelty against cruelty.
Let us ask ourselves with our hands stained with the blood of our allies and comrades, can we still be considered "just"?
I have also tried to question and deny, concluding that everything Dame Dengott said was a lie, a cover-up and excuse for the betrayal. However, my soul told me that this pitiful idea was nothing more than a helpless resistance of a person at a loss for words when facing the truth. Compared with those fairy-tale-like holy and pure anecdotes of great men, everything Blackadder said was more like real history. For these, I can deny it, but I can't change it.
My world was turned upside down. Black became white, beauty became ugly, and some truths that I had respected and admired since my birth were now drowned by lies, leaving my soul without a coordinate to hold on to. At this moment, I didn't even know how to face this cruel reality.
Fortunately, I don’t have to face such a heavy history for the time being.
Because before that, I had to face something more urgent, and something that was more realistic than the abstract and profound heaviness of history.
For example... um... how about two giant hammers flying all over the sky?
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You can easily imagine that when you are breathing in the disgusting stench of decay, fighting desperately among the walking dead covered with rotten flesh, pus and blood for a whole day, you see far more dead things than living things along the way, and you feel that you are closer to hell than the world, a beautiful woman with an angelic face, a devilish figure, a seductive voice, revealing clothes and a bit of the temptation of a military uniform suddenly appears in front of you and tells you that she is your last enemy on this trip. What question will come to your mind first?
I don't know much about the others, but Paladin Niu Baiwan quickly asked an intuitive and straightforward question. He pointed at the pair of tall and straight peaks on Black Knight Dengot's chest, swallowed fiercely, and asked, "Has anyone seen anything bigger than this?"
The Tauren seem to have a primitive and wild worship of the huge female breast-feeding organ. I guess this may be related to their long-standing ethnic cultural heritage customs. For example: cows and milk, these two simple inverted phrases seem to be the two major themes in the daily life of all male Tauren.
From this we can definitely draw a conclusion: there are indeed some bonds of common communication between the cultures of different races.
Putting aside the part about the reproductive cultural bond that both humans and minotaurs are interested in, the question that Niu Baiwan just raised soon had an answer:
Black Knight summoned his hands, and two clouds of black smoke were released from his palms. When the smoke dissipated, two hammers as big as buckets appeared in Sir Dengot's hands. On this empty and broken tower, these two weapons that suddenly appeared were the largest ones we could see, both in terms of size and quality.
The two warhammers created a roaring gale around Black Knight, trying to smash everything into pieces. Unlike the exquisite and gorgeous armor she wore, these two big guys were extremely rough. They seemed to be made entirely of inferior pig iron, presenting a bulging cylindrical shape, all black, and very crudely made. The front and back of the two warhammers were uneven, and covered with mottled rust. Each warhammer was inlaid with eight thick conical protrusions on the side. This insidious design greatly enhanced the already amazing destructive power of the pair of weapons. All solid defenses were left with the tragic fate of being crushed into powder in front of these crude blunt angles.
Actually, I was wondering why this charming woman was called "Black Lord". To be fair, she is not black at all, and can be said to be quite fair. It was not until I saw the two huge black hammers that I understood: obviously her title is closely related to the appearance of these two weapons. However, as a warrior who has a deep understanding of various weapons, I personally think that color is the most secondary attribute of a weapon. According to the appearance and characteristics of these two hammers, I think it might be more appropriate to call its owner "Fat Lord" or "Barrel Lord" - unfortunately, just when I was about to make this appropriate and friendly suggestion to her, I was hit hard on the head by a big hammer.
Like a flattened bellows, a stream of scorching hot air was squeezed out of my nasal cavity, and the surging air flow cut my respiratory tract like a sharp blade. My brain seemed to be boiling violently, and I could even feel huge bubbles swelling up from time to time in my white brain, almost bursting my skull, and just before my skull was about to burst, these bubbles would immediately explode, continuing to destroy my nerves with a devastating roar, making me want to reach out and tear open my skull and dig out all these noisy things.
The violent shock caused by the hammer did not make me faint for too long, but the severe pain seemed to last for a hundred years in my head. When I finally woke up from the chaos and regained the courage to fight and rushed towards Sir Denggot, she had just beaten his servant Demon Prison War Soul into a soupy meat pie amid Ding Ding Xiaoge's screams.
"Be careful, don't fight her head-on, her close-range attack is too strong!" Nocturne in B-flat minor rolled and crawled out from under the violent hammer shadow, with only a trace of blood left in the life bar above his head - this made his warning extremely convincing.
"I'll stop her!" Seeing the dwarf bard hanging by a thread, the Paladin Niu Baiwan blocked the pursuit of Black Knight in time. He was shrouded in a layer of sacred light golden light, like an invisible armor covering his whole body. This was the protection and reward bestowed by the Supreme God on his devout believers, the protective skill called "invincible", the protection of holy light.
The iron hammer and the stone pillar, two extremely heavy weapons, simultaneously set off two dangerous storms, colliding with each other in midair, and the loud noises from them seemed to make the air twitch constantly in fear. Three hundred and ninety-two points of life burst out from Black Knight's body, and a bloody flower of life bloomed on her head, while Niu Baiwan was unharmed under the protection of the omnipotent power of the Supreme God.
"Hahaha, let me show you how powerful I am!" The one-sided victory made Niu Baiwan forget everything. He laughed wildly and swung the obsidian pillar in his hand to hit his opponent again. While swinging his weapon, he did not forget to use his double-lidded bull eyes to cast a smug look at the druid girl in the distance. The bad thing is that when our tauren friend was only busy showing off, he seemed to have overlooked a very important thing...
"Brother Niu, you are invincible..." The fairy descended to earth and pointed at Niu Baiwan and exclaimed. Before she could finish, a loud "clang" sounded again, and then two bright red clouds burst out from the sky at the same time. The one marked with "-249" belonged to our enemy, and the oversized blood flower marked "-729" belonged to our heroic, extraordinary, ambitious and majestic paladin - Mr. Niu Baiwan.
"...No more." Only then did the druid girl finish her words.
It seems that the originally very strong protective shield of Holy Light can only withstand one round of attacks in the face of Black Knight's extremely powerful attack.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier..." Niu Baiwan looked at the fairy with a sad and hesitant look, and then roared very heroically, stomping on the ground with his thick hooves, as if he wanted to crush the floor under his feet. When Black Knight staggered due to the shaking ground, Niu Baiwan immediately dragged his precious obsidian pillar with his left hand and ran away at an astonishing speed. With his right hand, he took out a handful of life potions from some backpack like a magic trick, and almost swallowed the bottle together - from this we can know that the size of the minotaur's mouth is obviously the result of evolution in the direction prescribed by the natural law of natural selection - and then he shouted the name of the person closest to him with his loud voice that he had practiced when praying to the Supreme God:
"Ding Ding Xiaoge, help me..."
I have to say that it is a great pity for you not to have witnessed Niu Baiwan's ability to escape from battle. From using the skill of "War Trampling" to turning around and running away, to accurately finding a dozen powerful life potions from a backpack containing hundreds of items and drinking them all in one breath, and finally finding the person to call for help and shouting for help without shame, I have never seen another person who can complete this whole set of complex escape actions so neatly and without any delay. I even doubt whether Niu Baiwan has ever done hard and special training for this - no, this is simply an instinct that has been dissolved in Niu Baiwan's blood and engraved on his bones. Anyone who witnesses Niu Baiwan's superb escape skills with his own eyes - especially when he sees every dynamic detail of his vigorous tension at the closest distance and the best angle, he can't help but give a sincere cheer from the heart:
"Why the hell, me?"
Seeing the majestic figure of Niu Baiwan running towards him, and more importantly, seeing the two huge black weapons as big as mountains rolling and flying not far behind Niu Baiwan, the Orc warlock Ding Ding Xiaoge's face turned green with fright - okay, I'm just trying to describe the urgency of the situation, you don't need to remind me that orcs' faces are green.
Just now, Ding Ding Xiao Ge had lost his most trusted Demon Prison Battle Spirit. The harsh summoning conditions made it unlikely for him to reappear in such an occasion. The Ice Witch and Shadow Martial Spirit had already died on the spot . The long skill cooldown time left Ding Ding Xiao Ge with no choice. He finally summoned his last servant, which was the "Shadow Bone Demon Dog" that every warlock apprentice would summon when they first started. I don't know who gave it such a deceptive name. In most people's eyes, this guy is more like a mole than a dog, and his combat skills are so low that even a level 5 "Mountain Mole" will turn into a prehistoric beast in front of it. In addition to allowing the master to extract a certain percentage of magic power from it when needed, this entry-level servant is completely useless in combat. In fact, I suspect that it is very likely to blush when you call this moving magic potion bottle a "demon" - it is more like a pet than a combat creature.
Seeing this ferocious death god approaching rapidly, Ding Ding Xiaoge immediately kicked the poor servant demon away without any love, and then turned around and ran away with Niu Baiwan. The poor "Shadow Bone Demon Dog" who had just been born didn't even have time to stretch before being knocked back to the otherworldly demon realm by a hammer.
"If I had known you were so shameless, I should have summoned the Demonic Hell War Spirit again!" Ding Ding Xiaoge said regretfully as he ran, his eyes staring angrily at the Minotaur Paladin who was bringing disaster to him.
"What does that have to do with me?" The racial advantage of the thickness of his skin allowed Niu Baiwan to remain confident under the condemning gaze of the orc warlock, but he obviously failed to understand the other party's implication in time. After a long pause, he finally reacted and shouted angrily:
"Hey, what makes you sure that I'm the one who will die this time?"
Seeing that Niu Baiwan and Ding Ding Xiaoge were about to be caught up by the angry Black Knight, suddenly, a bunch of vines grew out from the broken bricks and stones on the ground, wrapped around Black Knight's shins like a snake, tied her feet tightly, and stopped her from chasing. Not far away, between the hands of the fairy who came down to earth and landed on her face, a green light just disappeared. This was the natural magic "vine magic" she had just cast.
At this time, Nocturne in B-flat minor had almost fully recovered. He sang the absurd "Iron Wall War Song" to enhance our defense, and shouted loudly: "Druid, Tauren and Warrior, take turns to control her actions, don't use skills together, pay attention to coordination, Warlock, use curse to weaken. Old Tauren, don't feel sorry for your invincibility, use it when it cools down, you are the only one among us who can hold on for a few more times!"
As he spoke, he took advantage of Black Knight's inability to move and rushed to her side, slashing at her two beautiful white legs.
Of course I couldn't use such a dirty trick like this dwarf, I just raised my sword and stabbed her belly button...
A few seconds later, Black Knight broke free from the vines and was about to take revenge on the bard's shameless attack, but a shield hit her face hard, causing her to faint for another five seconds. During this time, the three unfortunate guys who had just suffered the pain of being hit on the head ruthlessly poured out their hatred on the brave lady in front of them, and the attack of the dwarf bard's Nocturne in B-flat Minor was more fierce and urgent. This is completely understandable - after being hit by the hammer, this guy seemed to be shorter.
I don't know if this is psychological...
