"Are you talking too much nonsense?" Aaron looked at Barthilas expressionlessly, secretly deciding to beat him harder in the future. This guy is really annoying.
"Mr. Aaron, don't be anxious. My request is actually very simple. When we duel, you can't use Silver Hand Warhammer. As compensation, I won't wear my armor." Barthilas still looked like he was smiling, but there was a bit of resentment in his eyes.
The look in Barthilas's eyes made Aaron a little confused. He had been thinking about how much hatred this guy had against him since last night, so he wanted to kill him so much. His murderous intention was almost undisguised.
"Barthilas, your request is too much." Old Mograine looked at Barthilas with an unhappy expression. In his opinion, Barthilas replaced Lyman It is too much for to participate in the duel, but tradition does allow you to find others to participate in the duel on your behalf. Mograine can't object, but the request made by Barthilas now is too much.
People who have seen Aaron before have only seen a shield and a warhammer in him. Now Barthilas wants Aaron to give up using Silver Hand, which is equivalent to asking Aaron to break off an arm.
Although Barthilas proposed that both sides use Knights of the Silver Hand's standard weapons, Barthilas has been trained by Silver Hand since he was a child. What is the difference between Silver Hand's various weapons and his commonly used weapons?
"How stupid do you think I am to agree to this idiot request of yours?" Aaron squinted his eyes and stared at Barthilas, wanting to see if this guy was actually an idiot, so he made such a request.
"In this case, it seems that Mr. Aaron will not agree to this request, so let's forget it." Barthilas continued to maintain his smile that made Aaron want to slap him immediately, but he did not continue to insist on his request, but changed his tune easily.
"It's puzzling, are you still fighting?" Aaron held the weapon with both hands and looked at Barthilas and asked.
"I have nothing to do. You can start at any time." Barthilas pulled down his mask, took a two-handed sword from his companion, and walked to the field, indicating that he was ready.
After once again confirming to the two that they were ready, the old Mograine immediately announced the start of the duel, and then walked to the sidelines, leaving the arena to the two of them. This is also a basic rule of Holy Judgement. No one can stop the two sides until they decide the winner, even if such a battle usually brings death to one of the parties.
"Then I'm coming." Barthilas seemed to pay great attention to superficiality. Before launching the attack, he even told Aaron in advance, and then the two-handed sword in his hand brought a strong wind and slashed at Aaron.
Frankly speaking, since Barthilas dares to let Lyman propose to Holy Judgement with Aaron, and he takes the field, it shows that he is very confident in his own strength. As the youngest captain-level figure in Knights of the Silver Hand, what he is most proud of is his extremely excellent swordsmanship.
It's a pity that he couldn't go to Khaz Modan to chop off several Orcs's heads with his sword, but it would be a good thing to be able to prove his belief in Holy Light. Barthilas thought so, but the long sword in his hand did not relax at all.
Seeing that this guy who particularly disgusted him became more and more passive under his attacks, and could not even use the legendary war hammer to fight back, Barthilas's resentment towards Aaron increased even more. It seemed that he was able to create such a momentum, it was probably just a coincidence, and he actually dared to take Silver Hand as his own. Today, he had to correct this guy's wrong behavior.
However, as the battle continued, Barthilas discovered that although his opponent had been passive, his defense had never had any big flaws, and he had to guard against this guy finding an opportunity to counterattack - Barthilas did not have the confidence to use his standard armor to resist Silver Hand Warhammer's attack.
"You guys, you are so annoying, please get down quickly." As time went by, Barthilas became more and more irritable. According to what he learned from Lyman, this guy was indeed very good at using shields, but how could he be so difficult to deal with? He didn't look like a sophisticated young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. Then again, how did this guy become Paladin at this age?
As various thoughts continued to grow in his mind, Barthilas's annoyance increased to a higher level. In his eyes, the image of Aaron became more and more ferocious and hateful. He wanted to knock the opponent down immediately and then cut him into pieces.
"Then let's use that one now?" Barthilas now feels more and more that this annoying guy Aaron should not be allowed to continue to live in the world. The plan that has been brewing for a long time comes to mind, and he is increasingly unable to restrain the urge to start now.
"Okay, now." Just when Barthilas was thinking this, the Aaron in front of him seemed to have finally revealed an opening due to severe physical exertion. Barthilas, who was becoming more and more irritable and uncontrollable, immediately took out a small thing that had been hidden on his body for a long time.
It was a small hand crossbow. The crossbow string had already been tightened, and a crossbow arrow with a frightening green light shining on its tip was lying quietly in the quiver. It was just waiting for Barthilas to pull the trigger to move along the The exposed space of Aaron hit his body, and when the arrow pierced Aaron's clothes, the toxin attached to the crossbow arrow would quickly take effect, making this annoying kid no longer able to continue to shoot freely.
But just as he quietly clasped his fingers on the crossbow, Barthilas felt a little unbearable in his heart, but he quickly drove this emotion out of his heart, secretly saying that this was all for Holy Light, and pulled the crossbow.
Accompanied by a subtle sound of the crossbow string vibrating, the small crossbow arrow shot out immediately. Barthilas believed that with the two of them so close, Aaron, who was unprepared, would definitely not be able to dodge this blow.
Soon, Aaron in Barthilas's field of vision fell to the ground. In order to avoid others noticing his Blackhand, Barthilas had already prepared a sword and slashed it out. In the eyes of others, this was completely Aaron did not have time to defend himself and was hit by Barthilas. As for why he killed Aaron, Barthilas was naturally prepared for this. He could explain it as he had no time to stop during the duel. This is also a normal thing.
"Hahahahaha, you are finally dead." Seeing Aaron fall, Barthilas's accumulated irritability seemed to have finally found an opportunity to vent, and he couldn't help but watch as he fell to the ground. Aaron showed a crazy smile, "You bastard who dares to blaspheme Holy Light, Silver Hand can only belong to Order of the Silver Hand!"
"So you killed me with such a despicable move?" Just when Barthilas was feeling proud, a familiar voice sounded in his ears. Barthilas, who was in an extremely excited mood, replied without thinking, "You brought it on yourself. If you were willing to join Knights of the Silver Hand honestly, how could there be so many things?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Barthilas vaguely noticed something was wrong. Before he could react, a hand came around from behind and grabbed his arm holding the delicate crossbow like an iron plier. In pain, Barthilas couldn't help but let go and dropped the crossbow on the ground.
Before he could react, the hand grabbed his arm and pulled him half a circle on the spot. Only then did he see a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy staring at him expressionlessly. The boy clamped his arm with one hand and clenched his other hand into a fist. Who else could it be if he wasn't Aaron.
Seeing that Aaron had empty hands and no protection on his body, Barthilas didn't care much. He quickly slashed out the long sword in his hand, but Aaron reached out to catch it gently and deftly. You could see that Aaron's hand was shining with a layer of golden light. When the long sword struck this layer of golden light, it was like cutting on an iron plate.
"How could you not be dead!" Barthilas stared at Aaron in disbelief. At the same time, he wanted to take back the sword in his hand, but found that it was already tightly held in Aaron's hand, and he could not take it back for a while.