CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 32: MIST-COVERED AVALON

A scent of blood filled the air.

In the hall, a bonfire blazed as Blood Axe - Nidhron suddenly opened his eyes, roused from his light slumber by faint cries. The burly warrior of the Barbarian Race picked up the beheading axe beside him, grabbed a jug of wine in one hand, and drank deeply while walking. Honey wine trickled down his hairy chest.

When the heavy doors were pushed open,

his pupils, under the firelight, had turned entirely blood-red, as if a bloodthirsty beast was trapped within his body!

"Sol!"

"Witness my battle!"

Blood Axe - Nidhron’s heavy breathing was like a grizzly bear’s. His gaze pierced the darkness, focusing on the southwest direction of the town. The heavy armor didn’t hinder his movement; he sprinted like a hunting tiger, charging towards the source of the screams.

That man has come again!

After assassinating King Hengist of the Kent Kingdom, Duncan alone altered the entire situation on Great Britain.

The emerging Kent Kingdom was gradually falling apart. The King’s brother, Hosa, with his outstanding military achievements and personal strength, could have reunited the kingdom. But at the critical moment, the Anglo-Saxons, displaying the British Empire’s tradition of causing chaos, turned to support the deceased King’s son, Eske, for the throne.

Hengist and Hosa were both of Jutish origin.

With the King’s death, the Anglo-Saxons started scheming. Their wavering allegiance plunged the newly established Kent Kingdom into turmoil. With Anglo-Saxon support, Eske was now able to contend with his uncle.

This caused the Kent Kingdom to almost split in two, with the East Kent Kingdom under Eske’s control and the West Kent Kingdom under Hosa’s.

This skillful chaos, a true legacy of the British Empire, gradually weakened and divided the Jutes.

Once the first Germanic Barbarian Race branch to establish a nation, they were now trapped in a civil war over the throne.

"Kill him!"

"Kill that man!"

"Cut off his head and offer it to Hosa! Then he can reunify the Kent Kingdom!"

Blood Axe - Nidhron saw the bodies in the darkness, each killed by a single shot, arrows piercing through eye sockets. In the alley shadows, under flickering firelight, another Saxon elite axeman was shot in the head, the French throwing axe cleaving his skull open, spilling blood and brains everywhere.

Groups of Barbarian soldiers were assembling.

The Saxon Forest Hunters fired in the enemy’s direction, but under the cover of night, they couldn’t achieve the ghostly prowess of the Ghost Ranger’s hundred shots hundred hits.

Bodies, bodies, and more bodies.

Blood Axe - Nidhron’s chest seemed oppressed by a smoldering fury. He picked up a shield, wielded the two-handed war axe single-handed, and slammed it in front of him to break through a wooden fence blocking his path, as if that could vent some of his rage.

Found him!

He’s trying to escape!

Blood Axe - Nidhron roared, flinging a hand axe from his waist. Under immense force, the axe whistled through the air and struck the surrounding wall with a bang.

By this time, Duncan had already climbed over the wooden wall of Devon Town.

He was just startled into a cold sweat. After landing, he caught his breath and muttered to himself, "What the hell is that thing?! How is it so fast?!"

——Blood Axe - Nidhron (Two-Star Silver Gray) (Elite Chieftain Guard) (Sacrifice) (Raucous Drinking) (Frenzy) [Sol Warrior]!

Duncan had encountered this enemy once before.

He had charged through the Duke of Dingtiger’s personal guard, killing two or three Lager Knights, and managed to break through the encirclement.

"So fierce!"

"His strength is probably not inferior to the Hermitage Holy Hall."

Compared to last time, this enemy had several additional statuses. The Germanic Barbarian Races loved drinking and battling. He reeked of alcohol, and who knows how much he’d drunk, but his movements weren’t sluggish at all. His running speed was even faster than a warhorse.

Duncan retreated all the way back.

But from a God’s-eye view, that enemy also leapt over the wooden wall, bounding in the direction of Duncan’s retreat.

Blood Axe - Nidhron abandoned everyone else and pursued him single-handedly.

"Is he looking for a fight to the death with me?"

Duncan decisively stopped, turned back, drew his bow, and shot an arrow at the enemy’s head.

Buzz.

At the instant the arrow flew, Blood Axe - Nidhron raised his shield, protecting his head; the arrow embedded itself into the wooden shield.

Another one with physical capabilities far surpassing ordinary people.

He was running faster than Duncan, and if Duncan hadn’t been alert and retreated early, he might have fallen into a heavy encirclement. With Duncan’s current physical abilities, he still couldn’t infiltrate like in Assassin’s Creed; his method was to eliminate all witnesses.

Once everyone was dead, no one would be left to discover his infiltration.

"What is this? A Great Frenzy?"

The last time Duncan faced a similar enemy, it was the leader of the Barbarian deserters, who charged at him despite six or seven arrow wounds, only to have his head cleaved open by an axe.

"Not easy to deal with!"

At the direction of the town gates, a group of cavalry had already charged out. An assembly of about two hundred Barbarian troops had been prepared in advance, raising torches and pursuing him.

Blood Axe - Nidhron clung tenaciously to Duncan’s heels.

The distance between them was just seventy or eighty meters. Duncan ran fast, but this guy was faster, as if endowed with endless stamina.