"Brother, if you think you can defeat me, rush up and kill me now."
Dolores bit her lip and said, at this time, the top of the hill behind the street erupted with bright golden light again. This was probably the demigod of the church using magic, and the golden light reflected the profiles of the two people into gold.
The length of the dagger itself was not suitable for such a duel-style battle. After the second attempt to attack failed, Salote understood that it was not easy to defeat the opponent with a dagger.
He still maintained the posture of holding the weapon in one hand, and whispered in the snow to persuade Dolores to give up struggling. But after the sudden pounce, instead of swinging the dagger in his right hand, he pulled out the symbol of the dagger endowed by Sarkhi II with the attribute of "extremely sharp" with a wooden prosthetic hand, swung it upwards, and directly threw Doro The dagger in Lisi's hand was cut in half.
Dolores immediately stepped back holding the half of the dagger, staggering a little in the thick snow, but Salote didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but also took two steps back.
Dolores looked in surprise at the wooden hand holding the dagger as if it was real, and then looked at her father, but Salhi II did not express any objection to Salot's use of other weapons, nor did he Take issue with Salot's left hand.
Dolores almost guessed why her father didn't mind fighting with her disabled brother just now, he probably already knew...
Wang Guo was supported by his attendants and stood under the rainy eaves of the apartment facing the street, his eyes widened as he watched his two children fight to the death in the snow. This scene made the younger Stuarts feel sad, but this duel to decide the throne would not end so easily.
"Look, I'm not powerless."
The prince in the snow said a little frantically, and then asked:
"Don't you use the abilities of those extraordinary people?"
He threw the ordinary dagger into the snow, and held the dagger with extraordinary power in his left hand. The prosthesis actually had a metallic luster in the snowy night, and the hazy light looked extraordinarily weird.
Dolores tightly held the half of the weapon in her hand, looking at the snow with a sad expression.
Suddenly the flat snow surface moved, as if a giant worm was wriggling under the snow surface. Seeing this, Salote quickly took another two steps back, but the snow surface was only trembling, but there was no further action.
Only then did he notice that the flying snowflakes were revolving around his sister in a regular trajectory. The dancing snow surrounded her like a long dragon, but at this moment Dolores coughed again in pain, and the restless snow immediately dissipated and fluttered in the wind again.
Sarlot stopped persuading, he knew that the longer the delay, the worse the situation would be. And this is not a safe place, those terrifying snowmen may break through the church's defense line and appear in the nearby blocks at any time.
He moved, thinking of the supreme throne in his heart, holding the indestructible dagger with a mortal determination, and stabbing Dolores in the heart.
Dolores, who was still covering her mouth and coughing painfully, bent over and could not move. The people on the street watched helplessly as the dagger shone brightly in the dark snowy night.
Then, a man's hand stretched out from the side through the falling snow, grabbing Salot's wooden left hand like a pincer.
The latter turned his head and looked aside, the young man holding his hand had a calm expression on his face, and the other hand simply drooped naturally. There was a cat on the young man's shoulder, and the cat appeared out of nowhere in the snow just like the man in the unlined clothes.
One person and one cat were all watching him, obviously without any movement, but seeing this man who seemed to be shining in the dark night, Salote felt a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart. Just staring at the eyes that seem to have flashing purple light, it seems to be the most terrifying thing in the bottomless abyss...
Under the influence of the halo of fear, Salote trembled all over. He tried to look away from the terrifying gaze, but his eyes couldn't move uncontrollably:
"William..."
He noticed that his voice was shaking and immediately attributed it to the cold weather.
"It's about Stuart."
The eldest prince gritted his teeth and said, trying to pull his trembling hand holding the dagger out of Jenkins' hand, but he obviously overestimated his own strength.
Jenkins sighed suddenly, and while Luoxue was trying to whiten his blond hair, he exerted force with his right hand, and Sallot Stuart immediately wailed. It was obvious that the prosthesis was crushed, but the prince showed more pain than a broken hand.
The sound seemed to penetrate the silent night, and it also made everyone on the street shiver.
"Sure enough, you are still here."
Hearing this voice, Jenkins turned to look at Salhi II:
"Yes, I'm still here. You made things like this and made this ridiculous duel in the snow, don't you just want me to appear in Loen?"
As he said that, he grabbed the dagger in Sallot Stuart's hand with his left hand, and threw it at the sky, and the dagger turned into a beam of light and flew straight to the sky above the hill.
"Father, this is a glorious duel between me and Dolores."
Jenkins had let go of the eldest prince, who knelt down on the ground, holding his severely deformed left hand with his right hand. He distorted his face and shouted hoarsely to his father, but Salhi II turned a deaf ear:
"Save Ruen, I will let Dolores inherit the throne."
The king's face remained calm, his eyes fixed on Jenkins' face.
Jenkins ignored him, but walked quickly to Dolores and hugged her. Green light lingered in his palm, treating Dolores for the dark wound left by the ice swordsman when she was crushed.
He stretched his hand into the dark snowy night around him and pulled it lightly, and he "pulled" a painted white woolen cloak out of the dark night, shook it slightly, and then put it on Dolores. Si's body. The princess leaned gently on Jenkins' shoulder, noticing that the falling snow in the sky seemed to be intentionally avoiding the man and the cat, and even Dolores couldn't feel the drift when the two stood together. Snow fell on him.
"Have you figured it out?"
Only then did he turn around and look at Salhi II. The old king roughly pushed away the attendant who was supporting him, refused the support of his sons, and then stepped on the snow and walked to the street with one foot deep and one foot shallow. A string of footprints are left on the vast street.
"Ahem... I want to understand... Did I have a choice from the beginning?"
He walked up to Jenkins and coughed violently. After being supported by Jenkins, a middle-aged man who was about the same height as Jenkins looked directly into Jenkins' eyes, which reminded Jenkins of a dying lion:
"I knew from the very beginning that even if I didn't choose Dolores, you still have a way to make me choose Dolores."
"What do you know?"
Jenkins asked, he thought the furious man would reprimand him in a harsher tone, but he didn't expect Salhi II to have such a good temper.
"You, Jenkins Williams, you are more than just the giver of the church..."
He leaned close to Jenkins' side ear, leaned forward slightly in the blizzard, and whispered in his ear:
"You are the one chosen by fate."
His tone was blunt, and after he stood up straight again, unwillingness and rage were in those brown eyes, which were the emotions he had suppressed for a long time.