The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The red-robed monk Soros laughed, "Amory, do you only run fast when you're suckling?"

The crowd erupted in laughter.

Amory Lodge smiled grimly, he didn't seem angry, but in fact, he was furious inside.

He was a very self-regarding person, cruel and bloody.

His head-on chops, spinning slashes, and direct thrusts were all intended to force Berry to engage him, preferably in a direct attack, so he would have a chance to suddenly kill Berry.

Amory was ruthless to others and ruthless to himself.

He was willing to trade his life for Berry's.

His tactic was something no one had expected: if Berry stabbed at him, he would definitely not block, he would only evade the vital points, allowing Berry to hit him, but at the same time, he would also hit Berry hard.

As long as he killed Berry, he would win!

Berry was fighting him in the name of the Red God of faith, and considered victory or defeat to be the will of the Red God, which was Berry's foolishness. Amory Lodge would only attribute victory or defeat to the level of martial arts and who was more ruthless, it had nothing to do with the Red God.

Berry wasn't wearing full metal armor, only armor on the vital points, the rest was light leather protection. He sacrificed strong protection, but increased speed and agility.

Berry's steps were light as the wind, with a smile on his face, as if he was taking a walk. He suddenly turned his back to Amory, twisted his head back to look at Amory, wiggling his buttocks and waist: "Come on, Amory, is this all you've got?"

Amory chuckled, looking like he didn't care, but his eyes were full of murderous intent, he couldn't wait to tear Berry to pieces. He took two steps back, slid left and right, lightly chopping with the long sword in his hand, as if practicing footwork, turning around, as if to get away from Berry, but suddenly pounced on Berry, the long sword in his hand constantly twirling, it was impossible to see whether he was going to chop, slash, or stab.

Berry still had his back to Amory, only turning his head to look at him, suddenly turning around, stepping forward, not even looking at any of Amory's sword flourishes, with a single sword in his hand, from top to bottom, fiercely chopping at Amory's head.

The sudden movement was fast and fierce, and the distance was just right.

Amory immediately changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands, strongly blocking upwards, refusing to dodge.

Dodging would create distance between him and Berry, and Berry's footwork was more flexible than him, but his body was stronger than Berry, and the armor protection was also stronger, his advantage was in strength and defense.

If Berry stabbed his arm, he would not block, nor would he dodge, sacrificing an arm to trap Berry's sword, then the sword in his hand could pierce Berry's neck.

But Berry was fiercely chopping at his head, with Berry's turning chop, the helmet would also be cut in half, Amory didn't dare to use his head to meet the attack in exchange for a stab, he chose to block.

Berry's sword came down, but his wrist tilted slightly, the blade suddenly drew an arc in the middle, the fierce chop became a feint, his wrist flipped, the single-handed sword bypassed Amory's sword, and fiercely chopped at Amory's waist.

Amory didn't have time to retreat and change his move, he only heard a clang, the blade fiercely chopped on his armor, sparks flew everywhere, Amory took advantage of the force to dodge, in the midst of the crowd's roaring cheers, he looked down, the armor on his waist had been cut open with a terrible gash, the skin was grazed by the blade, a chill hit his body, and there was a small scratch on his waist.

If there was no armor, he would have been deeply cut into the waist by this sword.

The speed of Berry's sword skills was also above Amory's.

The single-handed sword focused on flexibility and a wider range of attack, while the two-handed sword focused on power and weight.

Berry's sudden turning chop looked fierce and desperate, but it was just to lure Amory to raise his sword to block, and Amory did raise his sword to block, his waist naturally wide open, and Berry struck like lightning, the sword drawing an arc from top to bottom, slashing at his waist!

Amory retreated several steps, Berry did not press the attack, he smiled, turned to face his followers and the villagers and smiled: "The dog's turtle shell is thick, but, the thicker the turtle shell, the slower the movement!"

He turned to joke with his followers and the villagers, once again turning his back to Amory.

Amory gasped slightly, he could see that Berry was deliberately teasing him. Berry wasn't in a hurry to kill him, but was playing with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

For Amory, Berry hated him to the core, he had never hated a person so deeply, Amory was lucky enough to become the most hated person of Earl Berry, without exception.

For a person like Amory, how could he just let him die so casually!

This time Amory decided to slow down his pace, he calmed down, and once again attacked Berry who was facing away from him. He stepped forward step by step, with an absolutely perfect defensive sword stance: facing the enemy sideways, holding the sword in one hand, the tip of the sword pointing forward!

Because the speed was slow, no matter how Berry suddenly attacked, he could deal with it calmly, instead of rushing and attacking fiercely, being seized by Berry, if his speed couldn't keep up, he couldn't change his moves, and could only passively respond.

Berry turned around calmly, facing Amory's caution, he raised his empty left hand towards Amory with a thumbs up, and gently rotated his right wrist, the single-handed sword skillfully drawing an 8 in front of him. Suddenly Berry shouted: Careful! Amory defended sternly, but Berry laughed, slid sideways and retreated, further away from Amory.

Amory, who had been startled, was stunned.

Berry was just teasing him!

The surrounding followers and villagers laughed, various foul languages against Amory emerged one after another, from Amory's clothes and sword style to his facial features and height, and then to his surname and family, none of them were the most ugly, worst, most depraved, and most dirty representatives in the world.

Soros even had a loud voice, scolding Amory's honor, character, and family thoroughly.

Amory's eyes gradually became bloodshot, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

Words are like knives, scraping bones and hurting the heart, it has always been so.

And Berry smiled and circled around the field, dodging east and flashing west, as long as Amory cautiously stepped forward, he either dodged and retreated, or suddenly stabbed a sword and ran, never giving Amory a sense of distance, and never fighting him head-on.

But as long as Amory adventurously rushed in, Berry would use his speed advantage and the unpredictability of his sword skills to leave a terrible gash on Amory's armor, and also leave a light scratch on his body.

After a few rounds, Amory's arms and chest were covered with sword marks.

Amory suddenly stopped, chuckled, but there was no smile in his voice or face, only cold blades in his eyes: "Berry, I won't play around with you, if you don't dare to duel, then let me go; if you dare to duel, then let's fight head-on."

"Great! You are eager to die sooner, I will definitely fulfill you!" Berry stopped, in a standard fighting stance, "Then come on, Sir Amory."

Amory's face sank, also in the same standard fighting stance, sideways, sword in front, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the opponent's chin, legs bent, feet on the ground, one false and one real. One false and one real is for easy advance and retreat. Stepping on both feet firmly has only one advantage, which is to facilitate force, but advance and retreat are not fast. Fighting with an agile swordsman like Berry, speed cannot be lost.

Berry shouted: "Amory, your first sin: slaughtering children." In the shout, Berry strode forward, the sword in his hand twirling, suddenly fiercely stabbing at Amory's throat, incomparably fast.

Amory saw it clearly, shaking his body to dodge, but his feet were firmly nailed to the ground, the sword in his hand fiercely stabbing at Berry's chest.

A direct stab!

The chest is much larger than the neck, and it is not easy to dodge.

However, as the sword came out, Berry disappeared, he flashed to Amory's left.

Amory was a right-handed swordsman, and it would be awkward to block or thrust on the left.

A cold light flashed, Amory's fierce stab turned into a horizontal slash, he had already calculated that Berry would definitely feint again, and also calculated that Berry would definitely go around to his left.

Horizontal slash, the fan-shaped area in front was all within Amory's attack range.

Amory's horizontal slash power was far above Berry's!

However, this horizontal slash was also a miss, Berry disappeared, suddenly his calf hurt, Amory's leather-protected calf was pierced by a sword.

Berry was not wearing armor, in his light leather, he squatted down and dived, fiercely stabbing Amory's calf, piercing it with a sword.

Amory's horizontal slash had not yet retracted his sword due to the huge inertial force, Berry had already rolled away on the spot, stood up, the blade dripping with blood.

Amory's legs softened, the long sword circled and stuck in the ground, stabilizing his body.

Blood gurgled out of his calf, quickly taking away his strength.

Berry stared wide-eyed, the previous smile was gone, his face full of anger, he was roaring, the suppressed anger for a long time broke out: "Amory, your second sin, killing innocent old people and women." He strode over, suddenly jumping up, holding the sword with both hands, fiercely chopping at Amory's head.

Because of the distance, Berry's movements were obvious, without any concealment, Amory had enough time to make the right reaction, he pulled out the long sword stuck in the ground to block, with a loud clang, Berry fiercely chopped Amory's long sword, sparks flying, the long sword rebounded and chopped on Amory's own left shoulder.

The armor protected Amory's left shoulder.

A cold light flashed, Berry's second sword arrived, so fast that Amory couldn't make any reaction, with a clang, this sword fiercely chopped on Amory's right shoulder, this chop was with all his strength, the blade broke through the armor, and forcibly chopped into the shoulder.

Amory's legs softened, he couldn't resist the force of the chop, his legs bent and he knelt down.

Berry turned around, without turning his head, the sword in his hand slammed backwards, the hilt hit Amory's face squarely, making his face bloom. The nose was completely shattered, blood gushing out like a spring. Amory groaned and fell down.

Berry faced the followers and all the villagers, slowly raising his sword, the blood on the sword glistening, his face cold and hard as rock, everyone was filled with righteous indignation: "Amory's third sin, burning crops and destroying village houses. Brothers, the Red God has already made his judgment, Amory was defeated in the duel, the charges are established, come, strip Amory of his clothes and pants, stop the bleeding from the wounds, and put him on the rack!"

"Ho!" The brothers immediately stepped forward, a torture masterpiece that had been prepared long ago by Amory himself - an iron bar rack was pushed out.

The iron bar rack - is to forcibly imprison a person's body firmly between the iron bars, each iron bar being forcibly pressed into the person's body muscles, the front and rear iron bar fences are locked with locks, the person, in addition to maintaining a standing posture, cannot have any turning, bending, sitting, lying, and adjusting movements.

Under the combined force of more than a dozen brothers on the front and back, Amory's strong body was forcibly locked into a narrow space that was impossible to put even a child's body in, the iron bars squeezed into his snow-white body.

"Put Sir Amory into the woods, make more small cuts on his skin, and apply honey to the wounds, so that mosquitoes, wild bees, evil ants, and crows can peck away all his flesh and blood."

When a good person becomes ruthless, it is more terrifying than a bad person!

Amory was terrified, unable to support it any longer, his eyes widened, and he passed out.

Berry pointed the sword in his hand at the bound prisoners: "These soldiers massacred the innocent, not one can be let go, all hanged."

"Good!" The followers answered in unison, the villagers cheered.

The Lodge soldiers' faces were ashen, some of them had already gone weak in the legs and knelt down.