Chapter 866: The Comical Battle of the Barbetari Valley (Part 10)

"Charge! Charge into the village!" Jier shouted, telling Tianxuecao not to slow down, and directly followed the small path in the farmland, leaped up, vaulted over the fence of the outermost farmhouse, and charged straight into the village.

The next moment, chickens flew and dogs jumped!

After Tianxuecao leaped into the village, its hooves landed right inside the courtyard of a farmhouse; the massive warhorse just brushed against it, knocking over the chicken coop the farmer had placed by the side of the yard.

"Cluck cluck cluck cluck!!!" The hens, seeing their nesting place collapse and many eggs smashed on the ground, were exceptionally furious; they shrieked and prepared to flap their wings to deal with the intruder.

The large rooster with a blood-red comb was the first to flap its wings and fly up, pecking straight at Jier and Tianxuecao.

But the anger of the small poultry could not even leave a white mark on Jier's armor.

The farmer's dog, however, seemed loyal; amidst the urgent calls from the farmer inside the house, the dog rushed to the center of the yard to bark wildly, but the next moment it whimpered and dodged to the side, avoiding the massive warhorse that rushed past without slowing down.

The dog wanted to bark a few more times, but was soon distracted by the eggs smashed inside the chicken coop and rushed over to lick them. This caused the anxious poultry to turn their spears and chase after the dog.

But to the dog, food that fell to the ground was 'legal' food rewarded by its master! The eggs fell to the ground and broke, so they were its food; what was wrong with licking a few mouthfuls? What was it to you! Could it not be eaten?

Immediately, the farmer's dog got into a fight with the poultry that had lost their nest and eggs.

Inside the tightly closed door of the farmhouse, the terrified family never opened the door to stop the chaos; after all, they knew what was truly important—it was so chaotic outside, they dared not go out and take risks.

This farmer was right; it was fortunate they did not go out.

Just as the foreign Knight's warhorse leaped out of this courtyard again, the fence facing the farmland was smashed open by someone; a sturdy Dwarf carrying a metal two-handed greatsword, his whole body glowing with a bronze-colored shimmer, ignored the large section of smashed farmhouse fence, charged straight into the courtyard, looked left and right, found Jier's position, and instead of using the courtyard gate, smashed through the fence on the other side just as he had arrived, rushed onto the dirt road in the village, and went in pursuit.

The poultry and dogs that had been fighting just a moment ago now began to dodge the fence fragments falling from the sky in a panic, clucking and whimpering as they scurried into the farmhouse.

But the farmer closed the house door even tighter; no matter how the dog outside whimpered, they would not open the door again. Unless the situation this time completely subsided and became safe.

Torito Cunzi, managed by Dwarves and built by early migrants who had wandered in and later civilians who had also wandered in, was not without bold people wandering inside at this moment.

Do not misunderstand, these people were not doing anything bad; it was simply that after most of the villagers had hidden, someone had to be outside to scout and report the specific situation to everyone.

At this moment, seeing the young foreign Knight and a glowing Dwarf charging into the village one after another, these people were also stunned; they did not know whether to look after themselves and flee for their lives, or to let the people in the village go outside to take refuge?

In the time they hesitated, Jier had already ridden the warhorse onto the dirt road in the village.

"Move aside, move aside! All of you move aside for me!"

Jier shouted loudly, and what angered Jier was that there were clearly not many people on the village road, but there were those few people standing at the intersection, standing stupidly in the middle of the road, as if his warhorse were made of light, fluttering flower petals.

They would die if they were hit by the warhorse! Did these guys not know how to dodge!

Having no choice, Jier pulled the Jiansheng slightly to the left and right, letting Tianxuecao avoid the Human Villagers in the middle of the narrow dirt road and move forward by smashing through a farmhouse fence on one side.

Not until Jier had charged past did the villagers come to their senses and scream, but before this scream had finished, the golden-glowing Dwarf came charging again with his greatsword.

"Move! If you don't want to die, move!"

'Shishou' roared in the common language of Humans, but the villagers in front seemed to be working against him; even though he had controlled his steps to move to one side, that person just happened to move in the same direction he was dodging toward.

Immediately, the Dwarf knocked this villager flying; the Dwarf, of course, was completely fine, and the bronze shimmer all over his body only dimmed by an imperceptible fraction, but the villager who was scouting the situation for the village was in trouble; after a wail, his whole body flew up, limbs splayed and flailing hard in the air, but he could not grasp the air, and then he spun and hung on the roof of a nearby farmhouse, smashing through the roof made of Wheat Straw, with his lower body exposed outside and his legs swinging back and forth, while his upper body was inside the house.

"Good, good..."

'Shishou' breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the villager he knocked flying had barely avoided falling to the ground and dying; this result was already very good. But he did not know that the situation of the upper body of this villager who had smashed through the farmhouse roof was very bad, unseen from outside.

Most of his arm and shoulder were smashed, and the hanging villager was constantly vomiting small mouthfuls of blood, with some blood even surging from his mouth and nose, making it impossible for the villager to breathe normally.

After struggling for a while, even if the farmer hiding in the house came up to save him, the villager had already died from suffocation.

Jier carefully controlled the speed of the warhorse, while constantly swinging the Jiansheng like a steering wheel, letting Tianxuecao continuously adjust its direction while running.

There was no way around it; this village seemed fine from the outside, but once he entered, Jier regretted it—the roads in the village were too narrow.

Most of the roads were no more than a meter wide; it was fine for two people to walk side by side, but it was truly too narrow for a sturdy prairie horse to run here.

Fortunately, most of the roads were flanked by the fence courtyards of local Villagers' homes, and it was no problem for the warhorse wearing Horse Armor to brush against them.

However, the fact that the warhorse's speed could not be increased always gave him a headache, because the Dwarf behind him was chasing too closely!

Perhaps breaking into the village was not a good strategy.

Jier was anxious, but the Dwarf 'Shishou' chasing behind him gradually changed from worry to relief, because the Dwarf had already foreseen that the road conditions in the village could still allow the opponent to gallop on horseback, but as soon as they approached the center of the village, the opponent would not be able to run!

Because there were dozens of stone Dwarf houses without courtyards in the center of the village; not only were the houses sturdy there, but the sides of the roads were no longer useless fences that could be smashed by a warhorse, but were directly the outer walls of the houses.

Dwarves did not have the habit of building courtyards like Humans; a house was a house, square and upright, built of rock. Interestingly, it was not that Dwarves did not like planting flowers and plants; Dwarves liked to build their own gardens on roofs that could catch sunlight and receive natural rain and dew.

With this thought in mind, 'Shishou' was full of confidence, certain that this chase would end soon, ending at the center of the village. Ha, this was the opponent charging in headfirst himself; this kind of stupid behavior had nothing to do with him.

'Shishou' excitedly wiped his left hand across the blade of the greatsword on his right shoulder; the next moment, this greatsword also emitted a bronze-colored shimmer, and his aura subsequently rose, the sense of oppression becoming even more powerful.

"May the great God of Strength watch over me at this moment! And I shall show you the greatness of strength, the beauty of strength!"

He deliberately said this in a low voice, and it seemed he was only speaking to the metal pendant of the deity on his chest.

What 'Shishou' saw behind, Jier naturally saw in front; he shouted that it was bad, but his hands had no way, and he could only reluctantly pull the Jiansheng backward, letting Tianxuecao slightly slow down.

But once the speed slowed down, he felt a gradually rising sense of immense threat from behind.

Jier found an opportunity to turn his head and look, and saw that the Dwarf chasing him had even coated his weapon with a layer of bronze shimmer this time; the sense of lethal threat was rising, and this discovery made him spit fiercely.

"Who's afraid of whom! Damn it!"

Jier exhaled, gritted his teeth, and then reached into the small Backpack behind him to fumble, taking out a sturdy small Wooden box, opening the lid of this box with one hand while controlling the warhorse to gallop on the dirt road in the village.

The sturdy, undecorated Wooden box contained the last fewer than ten Red-eye Mushroom Sugar Pills; eating too much of this stuff was harmful to the body, especially the eyes. Jier had not intended to eat it after Knight Training, but his situation was dire this time, and he had no choice but to take this thing out to hold on.

And he had other trump cards besides this, it just depended on whether he was willing to use them.

Just like the Heartfire Dagger at his waist; this thing was powerful, but the recharging of the Magic Dagger was a big problem he was completely unable to solve at the moment. However much Magic Power was consumed in the Magic Gemstone on the dagger, that was how much was used.

Do not forget that the most important goal of his trip had not yet been carried out; there would be several fierce battles then, so the Magic Power of the Heartfire Dagger should be saved whenever possible.

Besides this, Jier could completely enter the space-moving state of a lady's dream during battle to assist his fighting.

But the problem was that anyone who had seen this move of his had to die. This was one of his most important secrets and had to be protected well.

After considering it, Jier chose the Red-eye Mushroom Sugar Pills.

"I hope this thing doesn't hurt my eyes too much."

Jier muttered, lifted his Faceplate, put a Sugar Pill into his mouth, chewed it quickly, and then swallowed it mixed with saliva.

He continued to put away the other Sugar Pills; although he did not want to eat this stuff again, it was, after all, his only drug-based means to temporarily increase his combat power.

The center of Torito Cunzi had a large number of Dwarf houses; after all, it was under the rule and management of Dwarves, so naturally the best places were in the hands of the Dwarves.

Jier carefully maneuvered his warhorse, keeping Tianxuecao at the fastest possible speed to pass through the narrow village roads.

The Dwarves' houses were generally not tall, far from being as large as the houses of the Human farmers who lived in the same village; after all, farmers usually lived together as a whole family, crowded into one house. As for the local Dwarves, their numbers were few, so even if each had their own house, the total count was not particularly high.

Once Jier was mounted on Tianxuecao's back, his line of sight could even remain on the same plane as the second-floor flower gardens of the Dwarf houses.

This gave him an idea, wondering if he could later let his warhorse leap and gallop across the more spacious second-floor gardens of the Dwarf houses? After all, the village dirt roads between the surrounding houses were only a meter or so wide, which for Tianxuecao was nothing more than lifting a hoof.

But as soon as he thought about it, he realized he would have to be careful not to let Tianxuecao fall off a house and get stuck in the road between them. Falling like that while running was no small matter! It could even potentially kill the warhorse entirely.

Shaking his head, Jier put away this impractical thought and took a deep breath, feeling the medicinal effect of the Red-eye Mushroom Sugar Pill beginning to rise.

In a blur, everything around him felt as if it had slowed down.

"It's coming, it's coming."

He yanked the Jiansheng, making the warhorse take a sharp turn, and then charged into the open area in the center of the village.

Jier freed his feet from the Stirrup, then patted the Muan, jumping off the warhorse entirely; as he landed, he gave Tianxuecao's rump a firm kick, urging his loyal animal partner to leave this place for the time being.

Land, turn, draw sword.

Jier held his Shield in his left hand and sword in his right, legs spread, body lowered, his slightly reddened eyes fixed on the glowing Dwarf chasing after him.

"What is your name?"

He hurriedly asked, striving to get an answer before the opponent attacked.

The Dwarf, who was charging forward with leaps, shouted in reply: "Follower of the God of Strength! 'Shishou' Bi'er-Mutusite, I am a Miner!"

The opponent's muscles were bulging, and his entire body emitted a bronze-colored shimmer, looking like a deity descended.

Jier looked with some worry at the Elven Metal Shield on his left arm, not believing this old companion could withstand a strike from the opponent, but most of his skills were in sword and shield, and he couldn't just leave his left hand empty, could he?

"Very well, let us decide the victor here, shall we?" Jier said, standing firmly, seemingly full of confidence in the face of the greatsword slash rushing toward him.

"Of course! Die! You outsider!"

The Dwarf did not hesitate; the battle should have ended outside the village earlier, if not for the opponent fleeing all the way here to continue the fight. Honestly, he even wanted to laugh; the opponent had even lost the high-speed mobility of his warhorse here, and he truly didn't know what the man was thinking.

As the words fell, accompanying them was the glowing greatsword slashing down.

The metal two-handed greatsword was extremely heavy, and at this moment, combined with the high speed of its wielder's sprint and the immense force of the arms swinging it down, the descending blade edge even kicked up a tremendous whistling sound.

The pressure of the air even reached Jier, who was standing opposite, before the weapon itself.

Jier couldn't even breathe at this moment; it wasn't that his nose couldn't draw in air, but that in the face of such immense pressure, his instincts made him stop breathing.

This strike: if a mountain blocked it, the mountain would split; if a river obstructed it, the river would collapse.

It seemed as if everything in the world would be slashed open.

Was it really so?

At this moment, Jier even had the spare time to think such a thought.

Let me see, this place is just perfect; I wonder how long your Divine Power can truly sustain you in full-force combat?

Jier's mouth curled up, a smile of excitement caused by the battle hidden beneath his Faceplate.

"Grass and Wood Source!!!"

Following Jier's sharp shout, at the ribs covered by his armor, the Agricultural God Church Divine Power mark on his body surface, shaped like a leaf, instantly bloomed with intense cyan Agricultural God Divine Power.

It connected with the circulation of the Agricultural God's Divine Power within Jier's body, instantly spreading throughout his entire body, forcibly substituting for the consumption of Jier's own strength.

This included the Life Energy within his body as well.

With a crouch and a jump of his legs, Jier instantly exerted force and leaped powerfully to the right; this jump of his actually soared nearly ten meters high and over ten meters across. From the plaza in the center of the village, he leaped to the wall by the doorway of a Dwarf's house at the edge of the plaza.

And the next moment, with a loud boom, the greatsword in the Dwarf's hand slammed heavily into Jier's original position.

The dirt ground, made solid by the constant treading of Dwarves and Humans over the years, deformed in an instant like mud played with by a young child. The solid ground first cracked, and then the part in direct contact with the greatsword seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, instantly gaining speed and flying off in a chaotic spray.

Subsequently, the greatsword slashed into the ground, and air mixed with dirt and dust rushed back toward the sky, stirring up a sky-high earth-gray blade of air.

Only then did the ground where the greatsword landed roll like water waves, pushing outward.

Large swaths of the surrounding land surged up or tore open, creating cracks wide enough to insert a palm. There was a water well in the center of the plaza, and after the greatsword landed, the water at the bottom of the well was even agitated by this immense force, causing it to surge out of the well mouth.

The surrounding houses all vibrated slightly; the Dwarf houses were quite sturdy and solid, so they only shook a little, but the Fruit Tree and ornamental flowers and plants in the second-floor gardens trembled incessantly because of this.

'Shishou' squinted his eyes, for his vision was filled with dust.

However, just from the feel of it, he knew he had missed.

"Cowardly old mole."

He cursed with disdain.

Then, controlling his slightly trembling hands, he gripped the hilt of the greatsword and pulled it from the rolling mud of the ground. Turning his head to search, amidst the fine dust and sand splashing around, he relocated the Human Knight who had jumped and landed.

'Shishou' narrowed his eyes; having witnessed the agility of the opponent's dodge just now, he realized he could not count on the opponent to obediently stand in place and trade blows with him, even if the Human Knight opposite was holding a Shield.

The opponent held a Shield but did not use it, clearly also realizing that against a metal two-handed greatsword, an ordinary shield—no, even a shield the opponent claimed was made of Elven Metal—could not block it at all.

If the sword fell, the shield would only be smashed or cut in two, along with the body behind it.

Since he couldn't count on the opponent to block head-on, he would have to defeat his opponent in every move and stance?

'Shishou' was not afraid of this; he was not an ordinary Dwarf Miner without much formal combat experience. Over these nearly one hundred years, holding his greatsword, he had personally cut down many Monsters that had invaded the Treasure Mine.

He even had corresponding combat experience with Magic Beasts in the mountain forests, even if he was far less powerful then than he was today.

Thinking of this, 'Shishou' shouldered his greatsword and strode toward the Human Knight, his pace gradually quickening, the strength in his arms gradually accumulating.

It looked like the same charging power-slash as before, but now that he was actually serious, it was vastly different.