Catalog of the Lost - a searing epic

At that time, it must have been the same, realizing the difference between friend and foe, everyone wanted to run, but the monsters would not let us escape at all, and it was because of this that one person was hit through the head by a flying stone, and the corpse fell on his body, so that he was lucky to escape.

If it weren't for his luck and fainting, he would probably have died there.

But now it's different, back then it was five people who could cooperate with each other, but now there's only one monster, only one!

If everyone present can work together, absolutely, they will definitely be able to defeat him.

But....

Looking around, Emer found that the only person who could still fight was himself.

So whether to compromise with cowardice, or to step forward alone.

Emer's answer must be the latter, an answer that does not have any thinking, but only the consciousness in his head, the consciousness of the first time, telling him to rebel and telling him not to stop resisting.

"I don't want to die like this," Emel drew his sword, "at least, my death will be a sign of resistance." "

With that, Emer rushed straight up.

The

height of the Imperials is about two meters three, and his weapon is a huge plate axe, compared to the five Imperials he encountered, the muscles on his body are completely less powerful than theirs, they have only one thing in common, a pair of murderous red eyes and a blood-stained face, that sarcastic mockery.

The plate axe is vertically lowered, and the sword swings upward, and the worn axe blade collides with the blade, rubbing into sparks.

Even with all his strength, Emer was so shocked by this split that his hands lost strength, the sword fell off his hand, and the bounce flew a few meters behind him, he didn't have time to look back at the position of the sword, and faced the opponent's second slash with full strength, Emer dodged sideways, but the enemy's sudden punch to his abdomen still made him too late to dodge, and Emer had no choice but to take it with both hands.

If it weren't for the cushioning with his hands, it would have been a corpse with intestines spit out of his mouth, and even then, his hands had been crushed, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't tell if he had broken a few fingers or all the bones.

"It seems that you are the strongest here", the Imperial said unabashedly, his arrogance was not concealed in his words, he shook his head, regrouped his posture, did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, as if to give Emel a chance to stand up, "As long as I kill you fairly, even I can enter the gate of Valhalla." "

Emer was a little glad at the moment, because it was his left hand that had just blocked the attack, and his dominant hand was his right hand, even if his right hand had experienced a lot of blows, but fortunately, it could still be used.

He endured the pain and climbed up with his right hand.

At the moment when Emel stood up, a "Hey" came from the direction where the sword fell, and immediately after, his sword flew in front of him, lying flat there.

Emel glanced at the other man, but the other man motioned for him to pick up the sword, not wanting to bully the weak, but conveying to him the damn idea of wanting to play fair.

Emer smiled bitterly, took off the cloth on his body, and slowly, picked up the sword with his right hand, and tied the sword and cloth with the cloth with one hand.

When everything was done, Emer tried to swing his sword twice, and after confirming the good feeling, he was ready to attack.

The enemy began to rush towards him, pounced on him like a giant bear.

After Emer calmed down, he began to think.

Years of experience as a lumberjack made him clearly aware that if he wanted to wield the axe with all his might, all the muscles in his body needed to exert force, on the other hand, the leather on the opposite Imperial man already had a lot of scars, fortunately, these scars also completely revealed the muscles that should have been severed.

'Come on. Emer said silently.

The

oncoming vertical slash was flexibly dodged by Emel with the height difference, and after several dodges, he finally found an opportunity, and used almost half of his body to cut off the tendons of his right arm, the enemy instantly felt that his arm could not use his strength, and the huge plate axe fell off from his hand, and Emel found the opportunity to use the last strength of his body, clenched his sword and pressed straight at the neck of the Imperial.

If the strength is too small, it will not work, their muscles are too hard.

The physical qualities of the Imperial and Imperial people are fundamentally different, and just by looking at them, their muscles are so hard that if they don't use the greatest strength, if they don't use the best sword, they can only leave a small hole in their body.

Fortunately, the quality of the sword in his hand is good enough, fortunately, he still has enough strength, and fortunately, his enemy uses an axe that he is familiar with.

Because his neck was so thick, the sharp tip of the sword passed directly through his neck.

The monster couldn't breathe, but he wasn't dead.

His hand kept waving at Emer, Emel had no chance to dodge, he forcibly grabbed his arm, even if he couldn't breathe, but the strength of his arm could easily crush the bones in Emer's arm, fortunately his thinking was already working very slowly, so he didn't exert his strength at the first time.

If you can't escape, then don't escape.

Emel gave up on breaking free of the giant hand and gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands.

Victory or defeat, life and death, at this moment, only a moment of time to decide.

Emer roared, and as death was approaching, he decided to sacrifice his grabbed arm, holding the hilt of his sword and pushing it around the Imperial man's neck.

"Die, ah——!

".

Sure enough, Emer's arm was broken, the shape of the bone was already terrible, and the moment the sword was just pushed out, the Imperial people were actually no longer breathing, and Emel just tried his best to cut off the enemy's head to the ground.

The soldiers watched all this, watched the battle that everyone thought was going to be lost, and when Emel won, the feeling of defeat disappeared in an instant, and looking at the back of that man, just looking at the back of the wheezing back, they had the hope of winning this war, because that man had not fallen, even if he was exhausted, he still stood in front of everyone.

"Won... Won, won, he won, Someone killed the Empire for the first time!".

"I'm not dreaming..."

"Who is that man? Seems to be a survivor of Numenting. “

Although Emer wanted to stand there like a victor, the tension that disappeared in an instant made his whole body weak, and then his legs slowly fell forward as if he were not obeying.

At the moment when Emel was about to fall, a man lifted his arms, and he turned his head to look at it, and found that it was the first person to ask him who he was after he came here last night, and as for his name, Emel had forgotten.

He didn't forget it on purpose, it was just Numenting's frustration that prevented him from hearing what others said for a while.

Slowly, a crowd gathered around Emer, and they all looked at him with admiration, and Emel did not faint this time, so he remembered, and the emotions contained in everyone's eyes were enough to make him remember.

Suddenly, the captain yelled in the crowd.

"Don't let your guard down! Three more Imperials are coming from the hills over there!".

The captain glanced at Emer, who was already incapacitated, and said to the soldier who was supporting him: "You, carry him on your back, and remember to tell everyone that this soldier killed an Imperialist by himself." "

The soldier nodded and picked up Emel on his back, he didn't expect Emel to be so heavy, but he still insisted on carrying him and ran towards the back of the group. "

The soldiers looked at the captain and then at each other, and a momentary smile appeared on each of their faces, and then they faced the enemy who was running towards them with resolute eyes, and no longer lost the will to fight as they had just been.

The captain walked at the front of the line and shouted, "The others are rushing at me! they can be killed! They are not invincible!"

Then the captain rushed out first, his pace was so fast that the people behind him could not keep up with him at all.

Then, all the soldiers raised their weapons and shouted as the captain rushed forward.

"Slaughter them!".

Battle of Dinkma, number of survivors, two.