They ….. were the weaklings?
When this thought appeared, Negan was completely stunned on the spot. He subconsciously thought that it was nonsense, but reality mercilessly reminded him that even with weapons in hand and two against one, it was impossible to defeat the other party.
They hated Roland Wimbledon, hated the people of Graycastle, and hated firearms even more. It was precisely because of these unreasonable things that allowed a lowly commoner to threaten the Knight who had trained hard for more than a decade. Those lowly commoners should have prostrated at their feet and relied on their protection to survive. This was the tradition that had lasted for thousands of years, the order that the world recognized!
If firearms did not exist, his brother and he would still be the invincible warriors of the past!
But not only did the woman in front of him not use firearms, she did not even have a weapon. They had lost to her in the aspect that they were most confident in. This inconceivable truth and belief collided, causing him to be momentarily dazed.
"As expected of a witch, she's best at deceiving people with lies ….. Using strength to win? Don't make me laugh! " Talos took two deep breaths. "You merely used the power of impurity to pollute my God's Stone ….. Cough cough, if the Church of Hermes was still around, how would you dare to show yourselves here? Other than the tradition-defying King of Graycastle, you are the ones who should go to hell! "
"Bullshit!" A man's voice suddenly cut in from the front of the carriage. "I am a member of the Church. I have driven dozens of witches, if not hundreds. Not only did they show themselves, they even praised my driving! Furthermore, the past and present leaders of the Church are all witches, and you're talking to me about tradition? This is the f * cking tradition! "
Negan and Talos could not help but look at each other.
This was obviously the coachman speaking!
There was always a way out.
They had to kidnap the coachman and leave this place first. Only then would they have the chance to take revenge!
As long as there was someone to stall this She-Wolf, it would be fine.
Comparing the strength of the two, it was naturally better for the stronger brother to do the job.
But before Negan could speak, Talos suddenly grabbed him and threw him towards the She-Wolf with a loud shout!
"Bro …" He watched in disbelief as the man turned around and ran towards the front of the car, leaving behind only a silhouette that quickly left.
The woman mercilessly slapped him to the ground, and then kicked his head. The hammer-like blow made his vision go black, and he quickly lost consciousness. Just as his thoughts of shock and despair were interrupted, he vaguely heard a whisper coming from above his head.
"The people over there aren't people you can deal with …"
The distance of more than ten steps was covered in the blink of an eye. Just as Taros was about to reach the driver's seat, a figure suddenly walked out from behind the car.
That person was also a woman, wearing a dark grey uniform. Just as they had observed earlier, she was dressed like a four-wheeled carriage driver.
So there were two coachmen for each carriage.
This person couldn't possibly be a witch, right?
Since he was just an ordinary person, one or two of them wouldn't make a difference. Or rather, it would be enough to have one driver for him! Compared to the man who shouted, the woman was obviously easier to control.
Taros intended to capture him first before stabbing the guy who dared to refute him. As for the iron rod in the female coachman's hand, he didn't even put it in his eyes.
Reaching out to pull off his scarf, he roared at the other party. As he ran, he raised his dagger, intending to intimidate the woman before pressing the dagger against her neck to threaten her into submission.
But what surprised Taros was that the other party's expression was as calm as water, without a single ripple, as though she had turned a blind eye to his ferocious appearance.
And what surprised him even more was what happened next.
The female coachman's body tilted slightly, her hands holding the iron rod above her head. It was obviously a chopping stance!
This person … actually knows swordsmanship?
Just as the thought popped up in his mind, the other party had already taken a step forward and swung the iron rod in her hand.
Damn it!
This kind of bold move was completely risking one's life. In the eyes of a layman, it was no different from courting death. But to Taros, this strike had the power of a mountain. And the iron rod with a fork at the front seemed to have expanded dozens of times, covering all of his movements!
Everything happened too fast.
He was running at full speed and had no room to dodge. If he maintained his posture, he might be able to stab the tip of the dagger into her neck, but the rod would undoubtedly split his head open!
It was simply … unreasonable!
Taros realized that his body reacted faster than his mind. He hastily turned the dagger around and raised his hands horizontally above his head, trying to block the blow.
"Break!"
The woman's iron rod smashed into the center of the dagger.
Under the tremendous force, the dagger's curve quickly exceeded its limit, and with a bang, it shattered!
But the momentum of the rod did not diminish, and with sparks and splashes of metal, it smashed straight into his face.
How could this be …
Taros only heard a loud bang in his ears, and before he could even make a sound, he fell stiffly to the ground, his body twitching non-stop.
But that was his body's automatic reaction, and his consciousness had long fallen into a coma.
"Is it over?" Charle cautiously poked his head out of the car window.
"Yes, if he had chosen to stab me to the end, maybe he could have fought a few more rounds," Farina flicked the blood stains on the wrench, "If he had retreated at the last minute, one blow would have been enough. Of course, your bait was also crucial. Well done. "
Charle smirked, "Don't forget that I was once a noble, and nobles are best at scolding people — I guarantee you won't repeat a single word in a hundred sentences."
Farina raised her head and looked at the person she needed, "You're obviously a noble, but you're so different from them … Sometimes I often fall into confusion, why is there such a huge difference between people, is this also the intention of the Creator?"
"You're also … very different." Charle slightly shifted his gaze, but quickly looked straight back at her. "That's why I'm so attracted to you."
"Charle …"
"Farina …"
"Ahem, I'm sorry," Lorgar interrupted the two's eye contact, "Is that man dead?"
The werewolf girl carried the unconscious assailant to the front of the car and threw him on the body of another person.
"Uh … I think he's still breathing," Farina replied, "You knew we were coming?"
Lorgar nodded, "I heard your footsteps. Not only did you notice the noise here, but you also quickly decided on a strategy. You're indeed the former captain of the Judgement Army. "
"After fighting with you, they basically lost their fighting spirit. I just took advantage of the situation." Farina smiled, "What you said just now is quite reasonable. If there's a chance in the future, can I also fight with you?"
Lorgar's ears twitched, "Of course, or in other words, I'm more than happy to."
"It's not too late to talk about it later," Charle sighed, "Now the problem is … what should we do with these two guys?"
"Let the First Army control them and interrogate them first. Since they can wear armor, they're obviously not ordinary refugees, "Lorgar said indifferently," As for how to deal with them later, let them decide. "
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