Chapter 441 A decent person? Some people want to be fishermen (1/2)

Chapter 441 A decent person? Some people want to be fishermen

The next day, Peter walked out of the bunker to the cheers and shouts of the Narnians.

He changed into a set of silver armor, holding a silver shield in his left hand, and his own king's sword was held in Edmund's hand.

Opposite him was Miraz, who had been prepared long ago. He was wearing a set of dark golden armor, and behind him were the cheers of countless Tamer soldiers.

"Something is not quite right." Aaron said thoughtfully as he walked away.

"There must be something wrong. We all know that Tammers don't keep their promises." Edmund had a standard fake smile on his face, and his expression was exactly the same as yesterday.

"No, that's just one aspect." Aaron looked slightly condensed, "Look who is standing next to Miraz?"

"Who else could it be? Isn't it just the general and..." Edmond's voice suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and he barely suppressed the shock in his heart, "Why are it the three of them?"

"This is what I'm worried about. The three people who encouraged Miraz to accept the challenge yesterday were all there, but none of the others were seen. It's a problem when you think about it." Aaron said meaningfully, "Miraz It's quite pitiful that he has just succeeded in usurping the throne, but before he can secure the throne, someone is eyeing his position. "

"What are you talking about?" Peter asked confused.

"we are at..."

"We were talking about Miraz's fate." Aaron pretended to be an expert, "I'm barely a fortune teller.

Although there is no crystal ball here, my third eye tells me that today is the day of Miraz's death. "

"I won, right?" Peter secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a little confident in his swordsmanship, there was still a big difference between feeling good about himself and reality.

“I don’t know if you can win, but Miraz will definitely die.

Someone wants to compete with the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman will benefit. If nothing else, it should be one of the three people behind Miraz. Lord Pusupi in the middle is a member of the Tanmo Council, and he is the most likely. "

Edmund nodded unequivocally and said solemnly: "Peter, we must make preparations early.

It is estimated that after the duel is over, the war will begin, and Pusupi will not give us any time to react. "

"Got it." Peter took a deep breath, "Aaron, please inform Caspian later so that he can be ready to attack at any time."

"It's better for me to go!" Edmund said, "Your safety can only be guaranteed if he stays here."

“You’re right, Miraz is not a good person either.

I can't rule it out, no, he will definitely use some dirty trick. "

Peter nodded slightly, then pulled out the long sword held by Edmund and signaled to Miraz on the opposite side that he was ready.

Miraz sat on the chair, adjusted the wristband on his arm, and quietly winked at General Sopi who was holding the crossbow, "Once you find out that the situation is not good for me..."

Soupi lowered his head and glanced at the crossbow in his hand, and looked at Psuupi without any trace, "I understand, Your Majesty."

Miraz was a little relieved and took the helmet from Pousupi's hand, "If I win, I hope I won't disappoint you too much."

The general on one side presented weapons and shields, and Miraz slowly walked onto the ring and stood opposite Peter, "It's not too late to surrender now."

"You surrender!"

"How many more people are going to die for the throne?"

"Just you." Peter pulled down his mask, "One."

The next moment, the two men rushed towards each other at the same time, their swords and shields clashing together with a clanging sound.

Peter was young and strong, and Miraz was also experienced. The situation was deadlocked in the first few rounds, but within half a minute, Peter slashed Miraz's back with his sword.

Just as the centaurs and black bears watching the battle at close range smiled, Miraz slapped Peter's face with his shield, knocking off his helmet.

Peter leaned back to avoid the sword tip that was slashing towards his neck, and then quickly crouched down and swept across, leaving a bloody mark on Miraz's knee.

Miraz snorted, took a few steps back, and put some distance between himself and Peter.

He gave Soapy a quick wink, signaling him to release the arrow immediately.

But the general held the crossbow in his hands, his expression did not change at all, and he did not make any statement.

Miraz didn't know whether he really didn't see it or pretended not to see it. He roared angrily, raised his sword and stabbed Peter.

In anger, his combat power instantly increased, and he quickly suppressed Peter, kicked him to the ground, and then stepped hard on Peter's shield.

Peter's left hand was holding the shield, and Miraz stepped on it, causing severe pain in his left arm.

Miraz took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack, slashing down with one sword after another. Peter had to roll back to avoid the attack.

After rolling around for a few times, Peter advanced instead of retreating, raised his sword and slashed at Miraz's shield, tripping him down with a kick at the same time.

The two of them got up at the same time, looking at each other warily, both out of breath and exhausted.

At this moment Edmund hurried over and had Caspian ready.

"Your Majesty, do you need to rest for a while?" Miraz assumed the posture of an elder. His voice sounded energetic, but his face was distorted under the mask, and the wounds on his legs and back were really painful.

"Five minutes." Peter managed to say, his arms unable to hold him any longer.

"three minutes."

The two dragged their tired bodies out of the ring. Pusupi set up the chairs and Suopi put away the crossbow arrows.

Miraz threw his helmet on the ground and scolded the general fiercely: "I don't think you will let the dangerous situation happen again."

The general nodded guiltily, then helped Miraz to a chair and bandaged his wound.

Peter was also helped to sit down by Edmund. His arm was only injured and his condition was slightly better than Miraz.

"How do you feel?" Edmund asked worriedly.

"It looks like my shoulder is dislocated."

"Here I go, I've also learned medical skills." Aaron volunteered to step forward to check and carefully grabbed Peter's left arm, "It might hurt a little."

Click!

Peter screamed in pain, but his left arm didn't hurt as much as before.

"What will my family think if I die here?" Peter looked at Edmund and asked, "You have been helping me, I don't know..."

"You're not dead yet, so don't rush to give your last words." Aaron said speechlessly, "Miraz was injured more seriously than you."

"I'm worried about what might happen."

"Nothing unexpected." Aaron lifted up his cloak, and a flintlock gun fell clearly into the eyes of the two of them.

"Here... you still have a fourth gun." Edmond opened his mouth, and then looked at Peter, "It seems that you really don't have to worry about your safety, but I always feel like something is weird.

We should be decent people! Injuring someone with a hidden gun is somewhat...unkind. "

Aaron's mouth twitched, "What do you mean, am I a villain?

Then I'll go and let your brother and Miraz fight to the death.

By the way, Peter, you'd better tell me your last words!

I don't think the crossbow arrows the general holds are just decorations. They are probably prepared for you. I hope your brother, a decent man, can block his crossbow arrows. "

"Don't." Edmund hurriedly stopped Aaron and said with a smile: "It's just a joke, don't take it to heart."

Aaron gave Edmond a disdainful look, then took out the red pill bottle and handed it to him.

Just as Edmund was about to pick it up, Aaron quickly took the medicine bottle back and said angrily: "The decent King Edmund must want his eldest brother to have a fair fight. Taking medicine to heal his injuries is unfair to Miraz. !”

"It's now, who cares about this?" Edmund said anxiously, "Give me the medicine quickly, I must have been wrong just now!"

Aaron didn't embarrass him and handed the medicine bottle over.

After Peter took a sip, his injuries were completely healed.

“Come on, King Peter.

Your brother reminded me that I don't think I'm a villain, and I can't shoot for you in a critical moment.

So at most I will help you block the general's hidden arrows, but if you die in the official duel, I will... hold a minute's silence for you. "

Peter was stunned for a moment, and looked at Edmund with a hint of helplessness.

You're so good, why can't you control that mouth?

It's better now, and the originally guaranteed win situation is a little more suspenseful.

Edmund smiled awkwardly, but was also speechless.

"By the way, as a decent man, brother, it's best not to hit someone's injured leg. It would be disgraceful to win like this."

Hearing this, Peter looked at the bandage on Miraz's right leg. There was a flash of confusion in his eyes, but he quickly firmed up.

"Are you... that serious?" Edmund said in a dumbfounded voice, reminding him not to forget to hurt him secretly.

Aaron patted him on the shoulder and said seriously: "You are still young and it is right to have a sense of justice.

But if you have the same experience as me and have encountered various insidious villains, you know that if you want to deal with the bad guys, you have to be more cunning and cunning than the bad guys.

I went up to prepare first. The result of this duel can already be seen, but the subsequent battle is hard to say. "

After saying that, Aaron turned and walked towards the bunker, where there was a heavy sniper waiting for him.

The three minutes passed quickly, and Peter and Miraz stood up from their seats.

This time they were not wearing helmets and tried to travel as lightly as possible.

The two did not communicate at all, and rushed towards each other after entering the ring.

Miraz struck first and swung the sword with all his strength from the beginning. Peter was caught off guard, but he quickly adjusted.

His arm was broken back by Aaron, and he also drank Lucy's magic potion. In addition to being physically exhausted, his condition was completely different from Miraz's.

After a few rounds, he grabbed Miraz's sword, snatched it away, and began to fight back in earnest.

Without his weapon, Miraz could only put up a shield to defend himself.

Needless to say, the quality of the king's shield was undeniable. Peter's wild attack was blocked by him, and even the sword in his hand was knocked down by him.

The two began to fight hand-to-hand, and Miraz still had a shield in his hand, barely gaining the upper hand.

Miraz looked ferocious, and hit Peter hard on the face with his shield. When he retreated, he pursued the victory and punched Peter again in the face.

Peter, who was a little dizzy, saw the black shield pressing towards him. He immediately grabbed the edge of the shield and started wrestling with Miraz.

After a moment of stalemate, Peter grabbed the shield and turned around to roll behind Miraz.

Miraz let out a scream when his left hand was twisted, and immediately gave Peter an elbow with his free right hand, knocking him back.

He threw Peter against a rock, turned around, picked up his sword, and struck Peter hard.

Peter rolled over and dodged the first sword, but the second sword was blocked by his wrist guard.

Seeing that Miraz was about to strike the third sword, he immediately grabbed the long sword that was about to be lifted and punched Miraz on the chin.

boom!

Miraz staggered back.

But before he could distance himself, Peter straightened up and punched the bandage on his right leg.

The severe pain caused Miraz to instantly lose his ability to fight. He dropped his sword and half-knelt on the ground.

"Timeout," Miraz said.

Peter remained unmoved and clenched his fists to strike.

When Miraz saw this, he immediately bent the knee of his other leg sincerely, and there was a little more pleading in his voice, "Please pause."

"Now is not the time to show off your chivalry," Edmond reminded outside the ring.

The Narnians also shouted, asking their king to take action quickly and not to show mercy.

Peter struggled for a while, then slowly put down his right hand, turned around and walked towards his seat.

Miraz looked at his back, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, grabbed the long sword on the ground and stood up.

"Look out," cried Edmund.

Feeling the sense of crisis coming from behind, Peter subconsciously bent down and avoided the slashing sword edge.

He turned around quickly, grabbed the sword as Miraz stabbed him again, grabbed the sword with both hands, then turned around and stabbed the sword out fiercely.

puff!

Miraz felt severe pain coming from his abdomen, and his eyes widened in shock.

He didn't expect that the sneak attack would fail, and the price of failure would be so heavy, costing most of his life.

Peter pulled out his sword, and Miraz suffered pain in his side again and fell to his knees.

He looked at Peter, who had raised his sword but had not yet attacked him, and said coldly: "What's the matter, little devil?

Too timid to take action? "

"It's not me who should kill you." Peter responded, then looked at Caspian outside the ring.

Caspian understood immediately, took the sword from Peter's hand, and walked to Miraz.

"Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you are the well-deserved king of the Tamar people." Miraz said sincerely, then closed his eyes and quietly waited for his death.

Looking at the murderer of his father in front of him, Caspian roared and stabbed him hard.

when!

The sword was inserted into the ground. Miraz heard the sound and opened his eyes blankly.

"I will never be like you," said Caspian. "I don't want your life, but I want to give Narnia back to the Narnians.

In addition, I want to remind you that your throne is not secure. Pusupi and the others have been watching from behind, with no intention of helping you. "

With that, Caspian turned and left, and the victorious Narnians let out deafening cheers.

Pusupi walked over quickly and helped Miraz up from his knees, "My king."

"I will settle the score with you when everything is over." Miraz glared at the playful Psuupi fiercely. He was not a fool, and a fool could not successfully kill his brother and usurp the throne.

He felt something was wrong yesterday, and coupled with Caspian's reminder, he was 100% sure that Psuupi had some evil intentions for his throne. General Soupi and some generals may have secretly joined him.