"You release my son first. I guarantee that you can get out of here safely." Old Bynes said with a gloomy face.
Dane sneered at what old Bynes said, and said: "Your words are useless, do you think I will believe what you say with empty teeth? If you are really sincere, let those behind you first The crossbowmen put down their weapons. I guarantee they won't kill me with one arrow, but I'll be able to chop off your son's head with one blow."
Old Bynes turned his head and shouted, "Put down your weapon!" Then, looking at Dane again, he said, "Please make a condition."
The smile on Dane's face was very grand, and he said: "We have known each other for so long, today we must have a break. Come on, let me call you an old friend, let's have a duel of life and death, I will die naturally Everything is equal. You die, and I promise that I will not do anything to your son. You have to believe my promise, you know I am not your kind of person."
Old Bynes' complexion was extremely bad. To be honest, he didn't dare.
Five years ago, when Dane first joined the Horror Mercenary Group, he could defeat Dane with one hand; three years ago, he could still easily suppress Dane; Only by going all the way can we draw with Dane. ,
Now Dane, as a fifth-level berserker, old Bynes is not afraid. He himself is a sixth-level fighter, so in a one-on-one battle, he should not be afraid of Dane.
But he is old.
Half-orcs don't live very long, and few can live past sixty. The old ghost's time is almost up. In the past one or two years, he can clearly feel that his body functions have declined rapidly. The lion war hammer he used to use in the past, he can no longer wield it now, he no longer has the strength of his youth, if he forcibly uses the heavy weapon of his youth, it is estimated that he will be unable to catch it in three or two rounds. Due to this, he could only switch to a lighter hatchet to fight.
His body couldn't even continue to support his superb martial arts. The only thing he can rely on is his rich combat experience, but this does not have much advantage in front of Dane. You must know that Dane was also killed from the sea of corpses and blood. Even if he is a little worse than him in terms of combat experience, he is definitely not bad.
Old Bynes felt that if he dragged his old body to a duel with the young and powerful Dane, he would probably be the one who died.
He could also see that Dane just wanted to find a chance to kill him. Under normal circumstances, Old Bynes would never have given him this opportunity to accept the invitation to a duel anyway. But now, his son was in Dane's hands.
Everything old Bynes did was for his son. Although, he himself felt that his son was useless, but with such a bloodline, what could he do? He didn't have much time to live—two or three years at most, and he had to pave the way for his son.
He decided to give it a try, and it wasn't true that he had no chance of winning. Back then, the title of [Ghost Tooth] also resounded throughout the southeastern region of Schindler. Although he is now old and frail, his physical function has declined, and he does not have the enthusiasm of the past, but the courage of the First World War still exists.
"Okay, I can promise you a duel." In the end, old Bynes made a decision.
"Okay!" Dane grinned, that's what he wanted.
With a strong hand, he hit the back of little Bynes' head with the handle of the knife, knocking the young orc unconscious, and then handed it to Golobo beside him.
"Keep an eye on this guy, and knock him out when he wakes up. If there is any problem in the duel, such as a third person sneak attack or something, don't hesitate, you can kill this kid directly."
Dane explained to Golobo, and especially made his voice loud on purpose. Apart from telling Golobo, the most important thing he said was to warn old Bynes: Your son's life is still in my hands, so don't think about anything you shouldn't.
The old and cunning Ghost Fang, of course, understood the meaning behind Dane's words. He didn't say anything, just took off his coat, revealing a set of well-forged chain mail inside, pulled out the two hatchets from his waist, and stood in the center of the field.
"Ah..." Dane sighed, looking at Bynes' old body, slowly raised the long and narrow saber in his hand, came to the opposite side of him, and said, "Old ghost, I still remember the first time seven years ago When I met you, you were not so old, you were still the strongest fighter in Rotten Wolf Town; when I joined the Horror Mercenary Group with you five years ago, you were already a little old, but you were still a respectable fighter .”
"But look at you now. It's not scary to be old, weak, weak, and physically weak. The most terrifying thing is that your spirit is like your body, becoming timid, cowardly, and incompetent. You are no longer a warrior. More like a miser with no ambitions and just wanting to inherit the Horror for your idiot son."
"Your honor is gone, your pride is gone, everything I knew about Bynes is gone, he's dead, and all that's left is a walking corpse."
"I will not let the Horror slowly come to an end in the hands of you and your useless son. If it is inevitable, I hope that the demise of the Horror will be more vigorous, even if it is ended by me. .”
"Come on, old ghost, I want to see, in the last battle of your life, if you can regain even a little bit of your former dignity."
This is what Dane said sincerely, and this is indeed what he thinks in his heart. A few years ago, he had joined the Horror out of admiration for old Bynes. But in these five years, Bynes Sr. has changed too much. As he said, the heroic warrior was dead, leaving only a husk stolen by greed and cowardice.
After listening to Dane's words, old Bynes sneered: "Don't try to use words to disturb my mind."
"Alas..." Dane sighed again, shook his head, and didn't intend to say anything more. Everything that should be said has been announced, and the attitude of old Bynes also made him give up.
The long knife pointed at Baines's head: "Let me give you a death."
"You have to have that ability." Old Bynes yelled angrily, swung his arm violently, and the hatchet in his hand was thrown out by him!
The spinning ax slashed at Dane's head with a strange arc.
The kung fu in old Bynes' hands is still very good. The skill of spinning the throwing ax in this hand is quite superb, which aroused the applause of the horror mercenaries behind him.
But Dane sighed in his heart—this old ghost is really old.
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