Are they... the weak
When this idea came up, Negan was completely stunned. He subconsciously regarded it as nonsense, but the facts reminded him ruthlessly that even with a weapon, he could not win with two to one. over each other.
They hated Roland Wimbledon, they hated the people of Greycastle, and they hated firearms even more because of such unreasonable things, so that a commoner from a humble background could threaten a knight who had been training hard for more than ten years. Those untouchables should crawl under their feet and rely on their shelter to live. This is the tradition of thousands of years and the order recognized by the world!
If firearms didn't exist, my brother and he would still be the invincible warriors of the past!
But the woman in front of her not only didn't use firearms, she didn't even have weapons, and they lost to the opponent in their most confident aspect. This incredible fact and belief collided together, causing him to be in a trance for a while.
"As expected of a witch, she is best at bewitching people... Winning by strength? Don't make me laugh!" Talos took a deep breath, "It's just that he used unclean power to contaminate my divine stone... Ahem, if the Hermes Church is still there, how dare you show up here? Except for the King of Greycastle who tarnishes the tradition, you are the ones who deserve to go to hell the most!"
"Fart!" A man's voice suddenly interjected from the front of the car, "I am a member of the church. There are not hundreds or dozens of witches that I have carried. They not only show their heads, but also say that my car is driving well! And Church past and present leaders are witches, you tell me tradition? That's fucking tradition!"
Negan and Talos couldn't help but look at each other
This is clearly the driver talking!
There is always a way out.
Hijack the driver, leave here first, and then have a chance to get revenge!
As long as someone drags this wolf girl a little bit, it's fine.
Compared with the strength of the two, it is naturally better for the stronger brother to do it.
However, before Negan could speak, Talos suddenly grabbed him and threw him at the wolf girl with a loud shout!
"Brother" he looked at the other side in disbelief, turned and ran towards the front of the car, leaving only a back that quickly moved away.
The woman slapped him on the ground with a merciless palm, and then slapped him on the head again. The hammer-like blow made his eyes dark and he quickly lost consciousness. Just before his thoughts of surprise and despair were interrupted, he vaguely heard a whisper from above his head.
"The people over there are not something you can handle..."
The distance of more than ten steps was but an instant, Talos was about to rush to the front of the cab, and a figure suddenly came out from behind the front of the car.
The man, too, was a woman, wearing a dark gray uniform that, as they had observed before, was the garb of a four-wheeler.
It turns out that a cart is equipped with two drivers.
This man can't be a witch, can he
Since it is just an ordinary person, there is no difference between one or two. In other words, one is enough for him to drive! Compared with the man who shouted, the woman is obviously better in control.
Talos planned to capture the opponent first, and then stab the guy who dared to refute him. As for the iron rod held by the female coachman, he did not pay any attention to it.
Reaching out his hand to pull off the kerchief, he shouted at the other party, and while running, he raised his short sword horizontally, intending to frighten the woman and then directly put the sword against her neck, threatening her to submit.
But to Taros's surprise, the other party's expression was as calm as water, without even a trace of turbulence, as if turning a blind eye to his hideous appearance.
And he was even more surprised at the back.
The female coachman's body is slightly sideways, and the iron rod is placed on the top of her head with both hands, which is clearly the starting style of chopping!
This guy... actually knows swordsmanship
As soon as the idea came up, the other party had already stepped forward and waved the iron rod in his hand straight at him.
Heck!
This kind of open and close move is completely based on fate. In the eyes of a layman, it is no different from courting death, but Taros seems to think that this blow has actually hit the top of the mountain. And the iron bar with a fork in the front seems to have expanded dozens of times, covering the path of all his actions!
Everything happened so fast.
He was running with all his strength, and there was no room for evasion at all. If he kept his posture unchanged, he might be able to pierce the tip of the sword into her neck, but this stick will undoubtedly split his head and blossom!
Simply incomprehensible!
Talos found that his body reacted before his consciousness. He hurriedly turned around the sword and held his hands horizontally to the top of his head, trying to block the blow.
"break!"
The woman's iron rod smashed into the center of the sword.
Under the tremendous force, the dagger's bending quickly exceeded the limit, and it shattered with a bang!
And the stick remained unabated, carrying sparks and splashing metal shavings and smashed straight into his face.
how so…
Talos only felt a loud bang in his ears, and he couldn't even utter a word, and he fell to the ground stiffly, twitching all over his body.
But that was the body's voluntary reaction, and his consciousness had long since fallen into a coma.
"Solved?" Joe cautiously stuck his head out of the car window.
"Well, if he chooses to stab to the end, he may be able to fight for a few more rounds." Farina shook off the blood stained on the wrench, "If you back away from the battle, one blow is enough. Of course, your temptation is not enough. It's important, well done."
Joe sighed proudly, "Don't forget that I used to be a nobleman, and the best thing a nobleman is good at is swearing and making sure not to repeat a single sentence in a hundred sentences."
Farina raised her head and looked at the person she needed, "They are all nobles, but you are so different from them... I sometimes get confused, why there are such huge differences between people, this is also the creator's Do you mean?"
"You're also... very different." Joe turned his eyes away slightly, but quickly looked back straight back, "That's why I was firmly attracted to you."
"Joe..."
"Falina..."
"Cough cough, I'm sorry," Lorgar interrupted the two of them looking at each other, "Is that person dead?"
I saw the assailant who had passed out with the wolf girl carrying it with one hand walked to the front of the car and threw it on the other person.
"Uh... I think there should be a breath." Farina replied, "You already knew we were coming?"
Luo Jia nodded, "I heard the footsteps of the two of you. Not only did you notice the sound here, but you could also quickly decide on the enemy tactics. As expected of the former commander of the trial army."
"They have basically lost their fighting spirit after they fought with you. I just followed the trend." Farina smiled, "What you said just now is quite reasonable. If there is a chance in the future, I can also fight with you. Do you have a chat?"
Lorgar shook his ears, "Of course you can, or you can't ask for it."
"It's not too late to talk about that," Joe sighed. "The question now is... what to do with these two guys?"
"Let it be controlled by the First Army, let's interrogate them first. Since they can wear armor, they are obviously not ordinary refugees." Lorgar said indifferently, "As for the subsequent disposal, it is up to them to decide. "
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