Hoder's idea is actually very simple. He is now a standard player's thinking. No matter what the identity of the opponent is, in short, two things have happened now:
First, the opponent attacked him, there is no doubt about it, the curse of the Evil Dragon is all in his panel, and this point can never be escaped!
Second, this idiot has a blood bar!
For players, being able to light up the health bar means that they can be hacked to death, and no matter how bad the situation is, they can still cause effective damage recognized by the game system. Although there is no precedent for 'blood locking', compared to Legni's previous The kind of mechanical deity that revives the bodhi leaves can always make him feel good this time.
"Let's settle our grudges, Asa!"
Just like that, Hoder held his rune greatsword and ran straight all the way to the man who was finally standing still, and then, the blade of the sword slashed down.
"clang"
The sword blade directly hit Hermod's gauntlet. At the moment when the divine envoy was slightly weak, Hod's power could be said to have steadily suppressed him. But even so, when Hoder's rune sword struck the While Hermod's gauntlet was on his hand, his health bar remained firmly at full health..
The guy wasn't hurt...
After seeing this scene, Hoder couldn't help but shift his gaze to his gauntlet. His sage sword is considered a top-ranking equipment in the game. Although the equipment that can completely withstand this sword exists, it is unscathed but basically none.
Even, let alone creating cracks or wounds, Hoder has already noticed that his rune sword has been broken open.
The gap in equipment...
Although Hoder's own equipment is at the forefront in terms of game values, it can only be at the forefront of 'Midgard'. The armor on the enemy in front of him definitely exceeds the 'limit' that players can obtain.
Should it be said that it is a protoss?
When Hoder sighed inwardly, Hermod's side was similar, but compared to Hoder's ease of emotion, there was only a touch of rejoicing in his heart.
He was glad that he wore the armor bestowed by his father when he was traveling. This armor was made of Asgard's god iron. Quite strong, no mortal weapon can hurt him anyway.
After confirming this point, a dangerous thought emerged in Hermod's heart.
After all, he is an envoy of God. Even though his mother is only a mortal, he himself is highly respected in Asgard. Whether he has a good relationship with these half-brothers including Thor, when has he ever been suppressed like this? treatment?
But even so, the rationality of the envoy of God completely suppressed the anger welling up in his heart.
The Asa Protoss forbids private internal fighting, malicious attacks or curses...
This is the rule of death. In order to face the coming doomsday, the king of the gods must retain more vitality. The compatriots of the gods are undoubtedly the main force.
But now, this kind of oath that even God King Odin must abide by has become his urging talisman. Now that the divine power has passed, the opponent is obviously stronger than him, and it is meaningless to have a conflict. Even in the end, he may be the only one who dies .
Therefore, he has only one option to be subdued...
"There is no reason for us to continue fighting." He said in such embarrassment that he used the hardness of the god-made armor to block Hoder's rune sword desperately.
But these words obviously made Hoder laugh angrily...
"No reason?" Hoder sneered, grabbing Hermod's collar instantly, "I made a blood oath with Siegmund, and he and I are righteous brothers who can drink mead together. One of the last survivors of the Völsung clan."
One after another, he recalled all the scenes he experienced in the previous version that moved him as a player. Even if the player called the fourth natural disaster, even if the player called the cold-blooded and ruthless, he couldn't help but Anger arose.
"Do you think these reasons are enough?"
"These mortals...?"
Before the sound of the word 'mortal' fell completely, he felt the world spinning.
"Varied...?"
'boom'
Accompanied by a burst of collision, he only felt that he was directly pressed to the ground, his upper body was directly smashed into the ground, and the masonry ground that was originally carved with exquisite patterns was directly cracked.
The divine armor bestowed by Odin slowed down the impact. His whole body was like a large brick, but he wasn't injured much. But before he could resist, the warrior lifted himself up again. Legs, the frontier boots just stepped on the head directly.
"not good..."
Seeing the boots getting closer, Hermod finally raised his hand and cast the storage magic. When his hand brushed across the handsome face, the helmet with carved wings appeared on his head.
'clang'
Hoder stepped directly on the mask used to protect his face. In a sense, Odin may really value Hermod. His armor is all genuine without water , The hardness of the god iron from Asgard is really beyond imagination.
Even if Hoder's frontier battle armor is considered to be an excellent battle armor in both the game and the world view, the durability of his boots even began to decline after just one kick.
Obviously the martial arts beat him, but he lost in the weapons...
"asshole..."
Seeing that under this impact, the opponent's blood bar didn't decrease much at all, Hoder couldn't help slowing down his attack.
There is no way to break the defense, and the effect of magic is minimal. Even if he wants to twist the neck of the opponent, he will resist.
After all, no matter what, he still has a clear understanding of the current situation - his reputation in the Valkyrie camp and the Asgard camp are both negative, and the protective gear on his body can be said to be relied on. If it is scrapped due to durability issues , that means there is no defense.
At that time, if he was stabbed with a sword or blasted by magic, his poor blood bar would be seriously injured, which was not what he wanted to see.
"It's really the same as a tortoise shell." Finally, after taking two steps back, Hoder said.
You say yes...
After hearing Hoder's ridicule, Hermod just shook his head. He didn't want to say anything. Now that his divine power has passed, he feels that the god iron armor on his body can be said to be quite heavy, but he can't take it off. Because this thing can at least save your life.
"Neither you nor I can afford to kill our fellow man." He just said
And this time, Hoder didn't launch an attack either. No matter what the reason was, it was a good thing for Hermod after all.
"And I believe that there should be some misunderstanding."
"No, there is no misunderstanding."
At this moment, the Valkyries seemed to be a spectator. These women didn't know what to do, they just stood behind Sigrún, looking at the two panting men.
All of a sudden, the slightly silent awkward atmosphere could not help but spread. No matter what Hermod said, Hoder would just block it back with a single sentence, which made the messenger, who should be extremely flexible, unable to say anything.
Now how to do?
As the son of Odin, Hermod was lost for the first time in his life.
He probably thought there was room for maneuver, but Hoder knew there wasn't.
You're all bloody, can you still run away?