Capítulo 48: The Heretic
The battle of Hazad was a veritable nightmare, for the bleakest of pessimists could not have imagined that a heretic would reach and wreak havoc with such terrible violence in those lands far from the yellow east.
He rode his horse at the speed of the wind, and whenever unfortunate luck led one of the dwarves his way, these were his last moments of life, no doubt, either with the long hooked sword or with the deadly serrated Forsa.
Fossan tried to get him when he got in his way. Still, the armoured horse tilted his strong body so that his owner Hazad could fly Fosan's neck, had it not been that the latter fell at the last moment under the sharp blade, trying to hit the horse itself. Still, his blow hit many shields, but it did not succeed in reaching any fissure, Fossan himself suffered a violent fall, and miraculously escaped death.
on "Get the barricades and ride your ponies. Try to snag him with nets, hit him with as many daggers, and arm some of you with arrows," said Fossan as the heretic walked away, before turning around and returning to them in a new bloody ride.
The dwarves tried to stop him while preparing with barricades, nets and arches. Fossan was exposed to him again while catching the witches-slayer with both hands, staring at his quickly approaching opponent, who was killing the dwarves with the same brutal dexterity. He glimpsed an old tow wagon to his right, and approached it, pointing his sword in defiance (Hazad), he saw him, and he marvelled because he usually does not meet an enemy twice, which means he is a unique enemy. He let out screams with features resembling the screaming face on his belt, shouting:
- "Damn all your gods and Orioum's gods".
He rushed towards him with extra joy, declaring his acceptance of the challenge, and moments before the meeting, Fossan jumped over the old cart, barely avoiding Hazad's hit, as he had a tear in the shoulder muscle, and lost his sword, while he threw himself behind him, and caught him trying to bring him down.
But the knight held on, clinging to Seolo's crest, and their bodies momentarily leaned dangerously.
Falling off his horse was undoubtedly defeat, so he held on with the might of steel, and as he galloped the horse, trying to shake off his stubborn opponent, he leaned again perpendicular to Seolo's back. In his attempts, the horse rushed into the palace with the two men on it, while Fossan clung to his foe, trying to bring him down with all his power, and Hazad hardly resisted, striking two war tribesmen with his long sword, and rushed up the wide steps of the stairs to the fourth and last floor of the huge palace, and rushed towards the great balcony which surrounded the whole palace, and (Seolo) leapt over the broad eaves of the balcony with astonishing agility, despite the two men above it, and set off on the breathtaking scenery of the followers below, and they stopped trying to hit the knight after Fossan rode behind him for fear of wounding the latter.
And in a frightening rapt in itself, (Hazad) said to Fossan:
"So you like to play with danger, then please."
Then he hung his weapons in two designated places on either side of the horse's shields and whistled a special whistle for Seolo, and the horse, during the run over the eaves of the balcony, kicked so hard with its front legs, that the two men fell from above it, backwards, but Hazad at the last moment gave Fossan a painful elbow blow at the injured site his shoulder and clung to The thick source of the deleted tail, Fossan's body separated from his opponent under the effect of that double motion, and he fell.
In a mythical scene, the moon Kharmel shone with its strong pink light, and Fossan's body slipped from the fourth floor.
outside the palace balcony.
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