AWJOAW :: Volume #9

#839 Part 1: The sword of destiny

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They encountered several times. 他们交锋了数次。 South Bohart has the best treasured sword, but this has withstood the following attack very much difficultly again. As the Witcher fight number of times are getting more and more, the ebony blade has not only failed to rust, on the contrary becomes more and more sharp. In the past this was unable to cut off four fingers of Feely's Gnome treasured swords the sword, but now, it almost can cut off the ordinary iron sword easily, every struck staying behind on these famous treasured swords the opening that was hard to eliminate. 伯哈特有南方最好的宝剑,但这已经很难再承受接下来的攻击。随着狩魔猎人的战斗次数越来越多,乌木刃不仅没有变钝生锈,反倒变得越来越锋利。过去这把剑还无法砍断四指菲力的地精宝剑,但现在,它几乎可以轻而易举斩断普通的铁剑,每一击都在这些有名的宝剑上留下难以消除的豁口。 „You have died.” “你已经死了。” „I will lose, but I will not lose in the sword technique.” Bohart put down lifts the sword blade, the sword is pointing to Witcher „I to lose sharp on damn magic.” “我会输,但我不会输在剑术上。”伯哈特平举着剑刃,剑尖直指狩魔猎人“我输在了该死的魔法上。” Their forms interlocked, burst out three sparks in a flash. The instance of scraping past, Zelin saw that Raines both hands dig up the ice layer edge, has not gone to care about history Kay and Reyes, slips into front of Raines directly. 他们的身影交错了一下,一瞬间迸发出了三道火花。擦身而过的瞬间,泽林看到雷恩斯双手扒住冰层的边缘,希里没有去在意史凯伦和波瑞斯,径直滑到雷恩斯面前。 The speed that the sword wields is quick, draws half arc in the white fog. 剑挥动的速度很快,在白雾中画出一圈圈半弧。 „Does not have magic, you will die under my sword!” “没有魔法,你会死在我的剑下！” The sword blade exudes the intermittent air-splitting sound in the midair, the curled up air current makes nearby dense fog retreat. They such as two illusory images, collide in the dense fog, later retreats , to continue the dogfight. 剑刃在半空中发出阵阵破空声,卷起的气流让附近的迷雾都为之退却。他们如两个幻影,在迷雾中碰撞,随后退去,紧接着继续缠斗。 „No!” Bohart bellows, he wields a sword fiercely, is almost simultaneously to the chest and abdomen of Zelin punctures a sword. His speed is too fast, which is very difficult to obtain to be clear is real, which is empty shadow „no one can beat me in the sword technique! My sword technique is strongest!” “不！”伯哈特大吼一声,他猛地挥剑,几乎是同时对泽林的胸口和腹部刺出一剑。他的速度太快,很难分得清哪个是真实,哪个是虚影“没人能在剑术上击败我！我的剑术是最强的！” Zelin deals with a Piroue maneuver, his sword before the tornado has delimited the body, separates Bohart's attack „your sword technique is strongest, Bohart! But is only this world!” 泽林用一记皮鲁埃特的回旋来应对,他的剑如旋风般划过自己身前,弹开了伯哈特的攻击“你的剑术是最强的,伯哈特！但只是这个世界！” Bohart is yelling, almost by he quickest one move, with is almost unable to catch the speed of path to puncture a sword by the eye of Witcher, such as the determination prey, reveals the fang the poisonous snake that departs from the lair, plunges the goal by the potential of exerting its utmost, probably the spider that was also compelled the hopeless situation, puts out the enemy who the most violent venom attacks the invasion. 伯哈特喊叫着,几乎以他最快的一招,用几乎以狩魔猎人的眼睛都无法捕捉轨迹的速度刺出一剑,如确定猎物,露出獠牙从巢穴里飞出的毒蛇,以势在必得之势扑向目标,又好像被逼到绝境的蜘蛛,拿出自己最猛烈的毒液来攻击入侵的敌人。 The Zelin speed is inferior to Bohart, he has not tried to defend, has not tried to move aside, the dependence instinct to is facing directly the own monetary reward hunter to wield a sword. Most simply, a simplest sword. 泽林的速度不如伯哈特,他没有试图防御,也没有试图躲闪,依靠本能对着直面自己的赏金猎人挥出一剑。最干脆,最简单的一剑。 This time, without the sound that the sword blade collides. 这一次,没有剑刃碰撞的声音。 The cold wind howls. 寒风呼啸。 The dense fog welled up. 迷雾重新涌了上来。 Dingdong, Bohart proceeded two steps, the tattered and torn sword fell from his hand, falls ice, the sword blade could not support again, interrupted was two sections. 叮当一声,伯哈特往前走了两步,千疮百孔剑从他的手中滑落,掉到冰上,剑刃再也支撑不住,从中间断为两截。 Rumor and sound of water. 风声、水声。 Surroundings only then these two sounds. 周围只有这两个声音。 Bohart lifted his left hand, that hand covers a scarlet rivulet, he lowers the head, looked at the own shoulder. 伯哈特抬起了他的左手,那只手覆盖上一条猩红的细流,他低下头,看了看自己的肩膀。 Same position, same wound. 相同的位置,相同的伤口。 „You......” Bohart trembled „...... you to win, Witcher.” “你……”伯哈特战栗着“……你赢了,狩魔猎人。” Bohart opened that dead fish eye, the blood that he keeps are getting more and more, falling down slowly on the ground. 伯哈特睁大了那双死鱼般的眼睛,他留出的血液越来越多,慢慢的扑倒在地上。 Zelin takes back the weapon, he looks at the opposite party, looks that his blood stream comes out, making the ice surface slipperier. Witcher walks, the monetary reward hunter is motionless, but he has not wielded a sword, but passes through his side directly, picks up another side to fall in ground Griffin Witcher medallion. On this Griffin head medallion glued on the dust and dirt, sticks between the Griffin the slits of nose and cheeks. 泽林收回武器,他看着对方,看着他的血流出来,让冰面变得更加湿滑。狩魔猎人走过去,赏金猎人一动不动,但他没有挥剑,而是径直走过他的身边,捡起另一边掉在地上的狮鹫狩魔猎人徽章。这颗狮鹫脑袋徽章上粘上了灰尘与污垢,粘在狮鹫鼻子与脸颊的缝隙间。 Is just the same as Zelin own medallion. 和泽林自己的徽章一模一样。 Destiny? 命运？ Damn destiny. 该死的命运。 He lifts medallion in front of oneself watched a meeting silently, the eye of Griffin is looking at him. 他将徽章举在自己面前看了一会,狮鹫的眼睛无声无息的望着他。 Does not have Witcher dead on the bed. 没有狩魔猎人会死在床上。 He thinks words that in the past heard. 他想到过去自己听到的话。
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