Green Skin

At first, no conversation was heard. Sand Glaive and Agar clashed against each other without saying a word. Every time the noise rang, sand accumulated for a long time began to spread to all sides. These are their memories. The sand that has been piled up for a long time is what they slowly piled up together. It was so beautiful that I thought it was a painting.

Kuaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Glaive and hammer collide. Sand Glaive looks delightful. What was interesting was that even Chief Agar seemed to be enjoying himself for some reason. There is no change in his expression, but in his open mouth, in his eyes, in his hammer hand, I feel that he is enjoying himself.

I thought maybe Agar was waiting with the Sand Glaive for the day to strike the sword. He was on top of all the Greenskins and in a position where he could not move. If you want to fight, you can't fight. The same is true of Greenskin. It is an honor to have an opponent who shows his determination. If it were a Southern warrior, Sandglaive, perhaps even more so. It is clear that he was noticing the heart of Agardo Sand Glaive. If he thinks Agar has also been waiting for this day, it is not hard to enjoy it.

“You've become strong, my old brother. ”

“Unlike you, who closed your eyes in warrior land! ”

“Hahahahaha, my weapon hasn't rusted yet. Brother."

“Looks like rust. Agar! Can you stop it? ”

The air pressure of the weapon wielded by the Sandglass is castrated enough to hear the sound of a torn wind in front of your nose. Ordinary humans would have been devastated by the wind pressure. However, Agar avoids the sword and retrieves it. Sandwinds scatter, but they do not detect snow.

Block the Sandglaive's sword with a short hammer and wield your hammer again. If it wasn't for these eyes, it would be hard to keep up. The hammer that swings toward the sides of the Sand Glaive pushes its body back one step.

“You don't know your place very well. My old brother.”

“I see... this was a good battlefield for you. Desert warrior. Sandglass. It was a battlefield for you. ”

Sand Glaive puts his armor on the edge of the desert, and the sands around him start to move.

"Unique Abilities"

I swallowed a needle down my throat without even knowing it. Sand Glaive was stronger than I thought. Controlling the surrounding environment is a huge weapon. Agar's hammer begins to get stuck in the sand of the Sand Glaive. Even a huge hand protruding from the ground grabs and swallows Agar completely. The overwhelming hands of sand and weapons of sand continue to pour down on him.

Sandglade knows better than anyone that Agar's body is completely buried in a giant hand, but it's not over. As she quickly approaches the invisible sand, a thunderstorm sounds and the sands that were holding Agar from escaping into the air rise.

Kwaaaahhhhhh!

Agar, who appeared in the sand of the desert that was splattering and falling, was glittering like his whole body and body. To be precise, I put something into my body.

"Spirit"? Magic? ’

This eye does not confirm it either.

No, I can take a closer look. It is the wind that Agar has put into his body now. It's not a spirit. Nature itself was immersed in the body.

"Huh…"

The sand breeze aiming for Agar was swept everywhere by the wind pressure and the sand glaive was biting its lip.

Swinging the hammer is like a hurricane, a hammer shatters the sand wall, and two hammers shake the sand glave. He was defending Glaive, but he was also making an impression whether he thought the front battle was a swarm.

In the blink of an eye, the sound flies into your ear six times.

Rather than a battle between Greenskins and Greenskins, a fight between monsters and monsters. I've never seen a fight like this before. Just keeping my eyes open makes me study. Their bodies, their skills, their minds are great. Not only do they know each other's skills perfectly, but they also know each other's skills perfectly.

We didn't bump into each other. But I'm sure you've seen a lot. How they fought each other, how they fought each other, what kind of technology they used under, and certainly the closest they've come for a long time.

The two of them are countering each other's skills to the point of thinking that it's not salty. Glaive and hammer are engaged and continue to look at each other.

“Agar!”

“Sand Glaive. ”

I felt the terrain was changing. It's actually changing. The desert was flattening out and there was nothing left around them.

The swinging hammer, the swinging glaive and Agar's hammer hit Glaive's arm, and Sand Glaive's glave hit Agar's arm as well.

Quasi-support

“Hahahaha.”

Blood splattered all over the desert, but he smiles like he's having fun. One arm flew away completely. They exchanged one for the other. A massive glass of sand falls on Agar and swings a huge hammer to scatter the glass of sand.

Suddenly, Faggot reaches into Agar's arms, but opens his arms to meet his enemies as if he knew.

The wounds keep piling up on each other's bodies.

It's not a short time. No, for a very long time the two of them struck against each other. There is no sanctuary in the Sand Glaive. It is the same with Agar. The only difference is that Agar's stamina does not drop, and the Sand Glaive's stamina continues to fall.

‘This is a disadvantage. ’

Sand Glaive clearly told me to stay out of it, but not to actually intervene. He is the great pillar of the South. Of course I thought it was right to save her. But for some reason, my body doesn't move. It's because of what he said.

"Sacred Duel."

A sacred duel. If I were human, I might have moved. From that moment on, I don't remember thinking of myself as a green skin. But I am currently living as a Greenskin. I have a duty to watch over their duel and to remember, protect and inform them.

It is an honor to be a witness to this fight that will engrave a page in history.

Sand Glaive will overcome.

I no longer hear their voices.

But somehow I thought they were talking now.

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‘Strong.’

Sand Glaive felt that way.

The Orc he admired, envied and followed was stronger than he thought. If he had not been resurrected as dead, he would have been stronger. Consciousness can be a weakness, but it can also be a strength. A giant hammer drops down in front of your eyes as you think differently. Sand Glaive raises his remaining arm to block the attack.

We can't let our guard down. It was his specialty to aim for the head and then move it straight to the side.

There must have been tens of thousands of humans who died in that attack.

As expected, a hammer flew in towards your side. Lifts the Glaive at an angle to unleash the attack.

You may have launched an attack, but the pose may not have collapsed.

The wind in Agar's body, the tempest, raises not only the normal attack power, but also the reflexes. Perhaps he will respond to his attack immediately.

That's why you don't come forward and swing the Glaive. Instead, he summons the sand to restrain Agar's body.

Kua 'a 'ang

As the explosion erupts, the sand reaches all directions. Swing the Glaive at this brief moment. Swing from bottom to top, from bottom to top. The pattern has not been shown, but it can probably be prevented. He thought Agar was a very strong green skin.

After Agar's death, Sand Glaive desperately honed himself.

It was because the imaginary Agar, who had become unable to catch it anymore, became stronger. I created several attack patterns and did not stop training. I've struck a weapon with him before in my head every day.

Sand Glaive notices that his growth is almost over. But I didn't give up. Storm Shadow is getting closer to him. Unlike himself, Sand Glaive himself... is getting further and further away from him as time passes.

I was fortunate to have Storm Shadow as chief. I wouldn't have been able to handle it if I were myself. They wouldn't have been able to bear the weight they were losing.

He is not getting bigger and getting smaller.

No matter how hard you train, no matter how hard you swing the Glaive, the difference doesn't seem to change.

“Agar!”

Chief Agar is what he was. It wasn't getting stronger or weaker there. It was the same way that I always looked up and was strong.

But I can't beat it.

Obviously, all the attacks prepared are poorly blocked, even though his time stands still. Everything was stuck, as I always thought it would be in my head. The wound was growing more and more over here, and so was tiredness.

Not because the opponent is undead. Even if it were indeed the original Agar, the wound on the body would not blink an eye.

It was when I thought I couldn't get over it.

One arm flew away and my chest broke. The lower half doesn't listen, and the other arm is also difficult to move. He has already crossed the limit. The voice doesn't come out either. Blurred vision and continuous spurting of blood from the mouth.

However, the old brother he admired was still sturdy.

It was when I thought I couldn't get over it.

Agar's eyes, which seemed to be pleasant, were getting deeper and deeper.

The eyes seemed to speak. It was like you were wrong and you were right.

“I made a mistake. ”

“........................... ”

“You were right. Sand Glaive.”

“....................... ”

Sand Glaive did not answer. Instead, the Sand Glaive raises its weapon... in a motionless body.

“You're not wrong. Agar.”

You have to prove it.

Not for yourself... but for him.

Once again, when they slammed their swords and slammed into each other, Sand Glaive suddenly thought he was talking to a man he had admired for a lifetime.

It was a conversation he had not had for a very long time, and it was a story he could not tell him.

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It's been a long time since I've had a full ripple. Thank you all the time. Thank you!

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