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Part 4 Anti-Norman Alliance Chapter 70 Destiny

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    The Norman Emperor rushed like a tiger into a herd of sheep, and in an instant he killed a phalanx of hundreds of Mongolian warriors.  Then his arm trembled slightly, and the demonic sword began to cry like a child crying.  The blade also trembled slightly at the same frequency as Egil's arm.  As if connected by blood.  Looking at the blood stains attached to the demon sword, they all disappeared in that trembling moment.  The demon sword seemed to become sharper and more sharp.

    Such visions only occurred for a short period of time.  It's almost impossible to think about it carefully.  The simple-minded Mongolians couldn't figure out what happened for a moment.  It's just that the Norman Emperor stood in front of them with a single horse and a demon sword held horizontally. His posture was like an endless black hole, which was intimidating.  Even the Mongolian warriors who usually boast about how brave they are and how many people they have killed are like chickens at this moment, shrinking their necks and not daring to step forward.

    Of course there are still people who think they are smart.  Zhebie, the top marksman in the Mongolian army, is also the only remaining one among the older generation of famous generals in the Mongolian army. When he is over fifty, his eyesight and physical strength have declined a lot.  However, he is still considered a top-notch archer.  When he was under the city of Moscow, he had a chance, and he almost killed Egil. Naturally, he would not let it go.

    "The bow is like the full moon and the arrow is like a shooting star. Don't hide in the crowd, so you can frighten the Mongolian soldiers in Egil, and they dare not take a step forward."  With a satisfied snort, he drew the bow and let go of the arrow. The bow was the eagle bow given by Genghis Khan and reinforced with two strings. The arrow was a large tungsten steel forged by a master from the East.  Conical arrow.

    Zhebie also knew that Egil was wearing precious armor. He had made a mistake before, but he had learned a lesson.  When I returned to Mongolia these days, besides drinking, eating, and exercising, all I could think about was how to deal with Egil.  Therefore, heavy arrows are forged and sinews are sharpened.  He knew that as he got older, his physical strength was declining significantly.  So don¡¯t think too much about this, but work towards explosive power.

    A few years ago in the battle of Moscow, he could shoot two arrows in a row against Egil.  However, this time, he could only shoot one arrow - but Zhebie could guarantee that his one arrow was ten times more deadly than the two arrows he shot a few years ago!  !  !

    As Jebie drew his bow, Egil spotted him.  Although he had never seen Zhebie before.  But the Norman intelligence system was complete, and the emperor naturally knew that no one else could have this ability except the Mongolian top marksman.

    Egil recognized him, but showed no sign at all.  He realized he couldn't avoid the arrow.  Because the speed of that arrow was too fast and the damage was too great.  At the same time as Jebie drew his bow, he was already firmly locked, and he could no longer dodge at this time.  That incomparable arrow would definitely break his head.

    At the same time, Egil also realized that he did not need to avoid the arrow at all.  Because of the Absolute Guardian's five sure-kill evades.  So he won't get any harm.  Egil could also infer from his age, physical strength and the strength of this arrow that Zhebie, this marksman could only shoot this arrow.  After that, I lost all my strength and even got injured due to excessive force. I will never be able to perform such a terrifying death blow again for the rest of my life.

    Therefore, this arrow is very likely to be the strongest arrow in Zhebie's life. It is hard work but in vain.

    Thinking of this, the Norman Emperor was in his spare time.  But he showed a sarcastic smile.  Facing the opposite side, the Mongolian marksman holding a treasured bow and sharp arrows showed a smile, and at the same time, he showed a bit of cool compassion.

    "Zhe, don't let the emperor's expression make you stunned.  Subconsciously I know something is bad.  However, to use an old saying, if the arrow is on the string, it must be fired.  Even though he knew something was wrong, Zhebie still let go of his hand.  Feeling the soreness and pain in his left arm due to the rebound force of the bowstring, he also smiled.  He believed in his archery and his bow.  He believed that the Norman Emperor would never be able to avoid this fatal blow.

    "However, I miscalculated. There are things like this in the world that ordinary people cannot understand."  The sharp arrow, which was faster than lightning and even broke through the sound barrier, suddenly turned a corner when it was about to reach the forehead of the Norman Emperor.  With a "swish" sound, it sank into the ground. The feathers at the tail of the arrow were all gone.

    "System prompts. The ability to resist fatal damage provided by the Absolute Guardian five times a day has been used once."

    The same voice as a few years ago reached Egil¡¯s ears, and only he could hear it.

    Egil laughed so loudly that he bent down and shed tears until he almost fell off his horse.  He was laughing and saying goodbye, mocking this peerless marksman.  It was ironic that the perfect arrow that he had devoted his whole life to finally ended in this way, which greatly satisfied Egil's bad psychology.  So he couldn't help bursting into laughter.

    Watching the Norman Emperor suddenly laugh.  Whether there are Mongolians around, or the Normans.  They all laughed inexplicably at him.  Zhebie's arrow just now was too fast and too hidden.  Even people with excellent dynamic vision can only barely see a flash of white light.  Then I don¡¯t know.

    Therefore, the hundreds or thousands of people present were very strange. They were silent because of the strangeness. Except Zhebie, who knew what happened, he was too shocked to speak.  Therefore, within this radius, only Egil's wild laughter remained.

    "Impossible, no reason. Impossible, no reason. Impossible - no reason!!! My arrow can penetrate even a tornado! Even the tide can penetrate!! Even steel armor!  It can penetrate!!! It doesn¡¯t make sense!!!!¡±

    After being extremely surprised, Zhebei began to talk to himself, and the sound of his soliloquy became louder and louder - finally turning into a crazy shout, which also made the Mongolians around him even more angry.  Weird¡ªand scared.  What happened to make the usually calm General Zhebie become crazy?  The whole face is distorted?  !

    Egil is still laughing, but his laughter has gradually subsided.  But no matter what kind of smile it was, it was as vicious as a snake and a scorpion, and it hollowed out Zhebie's heart.

    The divine arrow general dropped his treasured bow, and then ran towards Egil regardless, staggering and lost his mind.  He looked at Egil with eyes that contained anger, surprise, fear, and confusion¡ªall these emotions combined.  In the tone of a terminally ill patient, he asked Egil the question:

    "What method did you use to block my arrow?!"

    At that time, the Shenjian General seemed to be confused.  The words spoken were in Mongolian, and the Mongolian soldiers behind him could understand them. The Han soldiers could not understand them, but the Normans in front of them could not.

    At this moment, behind Egil, Sonia dropped the charcoal pen in her hand with a "pop".  Roll up the parchment and put it in your sleeve.  Then he rode forward and said to Egil without joy or sorrow: "Master, the painting has been completed." Everything that just happened seemed to have nothing to do with her.  She just followed Egil's order and drew the map of the Meng Yuan military camp.  Don't care about the rest.

    "Thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a lollipop when I go back." Egil said this while reaching out and touching Sonia's hair.  After hearing "lollipop", Sonia's face suddenly turned red, she lowered her head and spat lightly, but said nothing.

    After that, Egil looked five steps away, and Zhebie was still looking at him eagerly.  He smiled "chi". Although he couldn't understand the Mongolian he spoke before, but looking at his virtue, how could Egil not guess what he was thinking?

    "I have destiny within me, how can a rat harm me?" Egil said such an "answer" in a succinct manner in Mandarin spoken two thousand years later, and then turned around, talking to Sonia, and  The knights of the guard rode back to camp.  With thousands of Mongolian soldiers around, no one dared to stop them.

    "God, fate?"

    Although the Chinese spoken by Egil is quite difficult to understand for people of this era.  Although Zhebie has lived in the Han region for several years, he is still essentially a Mongolian.  However, it may be the blessing of the soul, or it may be other reasons.  He didn't understand anything else clearly, but he understood the most important word "Destiny".

    Zhebie was stunned for a moment.

    After hearing this word, he didn't think of anything else. First of all, he thought of his old master who had served him for half his life, the greatest Mongolian, Bo'er Ji Jin. Temujin - from the eldest son of a big tribe leader, to  A penniless ordinary herdsman eventually became the Great Khan of all Mongolians - Wang Han, Jamuka, and Naiman Taiyang Khan all fell under his horse's hooves.  Then came the Great Liao, the Great Jin, the Great Song, the Great Tang, and the Timur Khanate huge empires that the Mongols could not even imagine before, but they were all lost to Genghis Khan, who slept in a tent.  man.

    "Destiny? Destiny! Hahahahahaha I understand, this is destiny!"

    After Zhebie said this, he vomited blood and took his last breath.  So far, there are four Mongolian heroes and four dogs.  All eight generals were killed, not a single one was left.

    There are half a million soldiers in the Mongolian military camp, occupying hundreds of miles of roads.  In addition, Kublai Khan was deathly afraid of Egil.  After hearing that he was coming, instead of rushing over immediately, he called on the reorganized Qixue Army and put on four layers of heavy armor, wrapping himself up like an iron man before he dared to come.  That's why it was a step too late and failed to catch up with Egil's heroic killing spree.  Of course, luckily I didn't catch up.  Otherwise, Egil would definitely not mind chopping him up

    In this way, Kublai Khan did not see the power of Egil, but he caught up to the end and saw the scene where General Jebey shouted loudly and then fell to the ground and died

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