Chapter 441 A Decent Person? Someone Wants to Be the Fisherman (1/2)

Chapter 441 A decent person? Someone wants to be the fisherman

The next day, Peter walked out of the bunker amid the cheers of the Narnians.

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

On the opposite side was Miraz, who had been prepared for a long time. He was wearing a set of dark golden armor, and behind him were the encouragements of countless Tanmer soldiers.

"Something is wrong." Aaron said thoughtfully as he walked.

"It's definitely wrong. We all know that Tanmer people will not 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's expression was slightly serious. "Look who is standing next to Miraz?"

"Who else could it be? Isn't it the general and..." Edmund stopped talking halfway, barely suppressing the astonishment in his heart, "Why are they three?"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about. The three people who encouraged Miraz to accept the challenge yesterday were all there, but the others were nowhere to be seen. I think there's something wrong." Aaron said meaningfully, "Miraz is really pitiful. He just succeeded in usurping the throne, and someone has set his sights on his position before he even sits firmly on the throne."

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

"We are..."

"We are talking about Miraz's fate." Aaron pretended to be a master, "I can barely be considered a fortune teller.

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

"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 whether you can win or not, but Miraz will definitely die.

Someone wants to take advantage of the conflict between the two sides, and if nothing unexpected happens, it should be one of the three people behind Miraz. The middle one, Mr. Psoupi, is a member of the Tanmo Council, and he is the most likely one."

Edmund nodded undeniably and said in a deep voice: "Peter, we must prepare early.

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

"Got it." Peter took a deep breath, "Aaron, you will inform Caspian later and let him be ready to attack at any time."

"Let me go!" Edmund said, "Your safety will be guaranteed if he stays here."

"You are right, Miraz is not a good person either.

It is not ruled out, no, he will definitely use some dirty tricks."

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

Miraz sat on the chair, adjusted the wrist guard on his arm, and quietly winked at General Sopi who was holding the crossbow, "Once you find that the situation is not favorable to me..."

Sopi looked down at the crossbow in his hand, and exchanged a glance with Psuppi without leaving a trace, "I understand, Your Majesty."

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

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

"Surrender!"

"How many more people will die for the throne?"

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

The next moment, the two rushed towards each other at the same time, and the swords and shields collided with each other, making a clanging sound.

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

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

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

Miraz groaned, stepped back a few steps, and pulled some distance from Peter.

He hurriedly winked at Soapy, signaling him to shoot immediately.

But the general held the crossbow arrow, his expression did not change at all, and he did not express anything.

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 his rage, his fighting power instantly increased, and he quickly suppressed Peter, kicked him to the ground with one foot, and then stepped hard on Peter's shield.

Peter's left hand was holding the shield, and Miraz's step made his left arm extremely painful.

Miraz pursued him, slashing down with his sword, and Peter had to roll back to avoid the attack.

After rolling a few times, Peter did not retreat but advanced, raised his sword and slashed at Miraz's shield, and at the same time tripped him with a foot.

The two men climbed up at the same time, looking at each other warily, both panting and exhausted.

At this time, Edmund hurried over, and he had asked Caspian to be ready.

"Does your majesty need to rest for a while?" Miraz acted like an elder, his voice sounded full of energy, but his face was distorted under the mask, the wounds on his legs and back were too painful.

"Five minutes." Peter said with all his strength, his arms were a little bit exhausted.

"Three minutes."

The two dragged their tired bodies out of the ring, Psuppi put the chair in place, and Soupi put away the crossbow.

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

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

Peter was also helped to sit down by Edmund. He only had an arm injury, which was slightly better than Miraz.

"How do you feel?" Edmund asked worriedly.

"My shoulder seems to be dislocated."

"I'll do it. I have also learned medical skills." Aaron volunteered to check and carefully grabbed Peter's left arm. "It may hurt a little."

Crack!

Peter cried out 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 really don't know..."

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

"I am worried about the possibility of something happening."

"No possibility of something happening." Aaron lifted his cloak, and a flintlock rifle fell clearly into the eyes of the two men.

"This... you have a fourth gun." Edmund opened his mouth and then looked at Peter, "It seems that your safety is really not to worry about, but I always feel something is strange.

We should be decent people! Hidden guns hurting people are somewhat... unkind."

Aaron's mouth twitched, "From what you said, am I a villain?

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

By the way, Peter, you should explain your last words!

I don't think the crossbow arrows held by the general are for decoration. They are probably prepared for you. I hope your brother, a decent person, can block his crossbow arrows."

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

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

Just as Edmund was about to take it, Aaron quickly took the medicine bottle back and said sarcastically: "I think the upright King Edmund should want to let his elder brother fight fairly. It's unfair to Miraz to take drugs to heal his injuries!"

"At this time, who cares about this." Edmund said anxiously, "Hurry up and give me the medicine. I was wrong just now!"

Aaron didn't make it difficult for 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 am not a villain and I can't shoot you in a critical moment.

So I can only help you block the general's hidden arrows, but if you die in the formal duel, I... mourn for you for a minute."

Peter was stunned for a moment, and there was a little more helplessness in his eyes when he looked at Edmund.

Why can't you control your mouth?

Now, the situation that was originally a sure win has become more suspenseful.

Edmund smiled awkwardly and was speechless.

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

Hearing this, Peter looked at the bandage on Miraz's right leg, and a trace of entanglement flashed in his eyes, but he soon became firm.

"You... is it that serious?" Edmund said with a smile, and he didn't forget to secretly criticize him after reminding him.

Aaron patted his shoulder and said earnestly: "You are still young, and it's right to have a sense of justice.

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

I'll go up and prepare first. The result of this duel can be seen, but the subsequent battle is hard to say."

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

The three minutes were up soon, and Peter and Miraz stood up from their seats.

This time, they didn't wear helmets, and tried to be as light as possible.

The two of them didn't communicate with each other, and rushed towards each other after entering the ring.

Miraz took the initiative and swung his sword with all his strength at the beginning. Peter was caught off guard, but he quickly adjusted.

His arm was broken back by Aaron, and he drank Lucy's potion. Except for some physical consumption, his condition was far better than Miraz.

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

Without his weapon, Miraz could only put up a shield for defense.

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

The two men started a close combat, and Miraz had a shield in his hand, so he barely had the upper hand.

Miraz had a ferocious look on his face, and hit Peter hard on the face with his shield. As Peter retreated, he took advantage of the victory and hit Peter again on the face.

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

After a stalemate, Peter grabbed the shield and turned behind Miraz.

His left hand was twisted, and Miraz screamed, and immediately used his free right hand to elbow Peter and knock him back.

He threw Peter onto a rock, turned around, picked up his sword, and chopped it down at Peter.

Peter turned over to avoid the first sword, and the second sword was blocked by his wrist guard.

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

Bang!

Miraz staggered back a step.

But before he could get away from him, Peter straightened up and punched the bandage on his right leg.

The severe pain made Miraz lose his ability to fight instantly, the long sword fell out of his hand, and the whole person half-knelt on the ground.

"Pause." Miraz said.

Peter was unmoved and clenched his fists to hit.

Miraz saw this and immediately bent the knee of his other leg from the bottom of his heart, and there was a little more pleading in his voice, "Request a pause."

"Now is not the time to show chivalry." Edmund reminded outside the ring.

The Narnians also shouted, asking their king to act quickly and not to be soft.

Peter struggled for a while, 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.

"Be careful." Edmund shouted.

Feeling the sense of danger coming from behind, Peter subconsciously bent down and dodged the sword.

He turned around quickly, grabbed the long sword while Miraz stabbed him again, twisted his hands to take the long sword, and then turned around and stabbed the long sword in his hand fiercely.

Puff!

Miraz felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and opened his eyes in shock.

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

Peter drew out the long sword, Miraz felt pain in his side again and knelt on the ground.

He looked at Peter who raised the long sword but hesitated to attack him, and said coldly: "What's wrong, little brat?

Too timid, don't dare to attack?"

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

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

"Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you are the rightful king of the Tanmores." 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 fiercely.

Bang!

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

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

In addition, I want to remind you that your throne is not stable. Psoopy and others have been watching coldly from behind, and have no intention of helping you at all."

After saying that, Caspian turned and left, and the victorious Narnians cheered deafeningly.

Psoopy walked over quickly and helped Miraz, who was kneeling on the ground, up, "My king."

"I will settle accounts with you after everything is over." Miraz stared at the grinning Psoopy fiercely. He was not a fool, and a fool could not succeed in killing his brother and usurping the throne.

He had felt something was wrong yesterday, and with Caspian's reminder, he was 100% sure that Psoupy had improper ambitions for his throne, and that General Soapy and some of his generals might have secretly joined his army.