Magic Journey from Hogwarts

The next day, Peter walked out of the bunker amid the cheers and shouts of the Narnians.

He changed into a set of silver armor, holding a silver shield in his left hand, and Edmund held his own king's sword in his hand.

On the opposite side was Miraz, who had been prepared a long time ago. He was wearing a set of dark golden armor, and behind him was the encouragement of countless Tanmo soldiers.

"There's something wrong with the situation." Aaron said thoughtfully as he walked.

"There must be something wrong. We all know that Tammore people will not keep their promises." Edmund had a standard smirk on his face, the expression was exactly the same as yesterday.

"No, that's just one aspect." Aaron's expression was slightly condensed, "Who do you think is standing next to Miraz?"

"Who else could it be? Isn't it the general and..." Edmond's voice stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, and he barely suppressed the astonishment in his heart. "Why are they three?"

"That's exactly what I'm worried about. The three people who encouraged Miraz to accept the challenge yesterday were all there, but none of the others was seen. Thinking about it, there is a problem." Aaron said meaningfully, "Miraz It's pitiful enough, it's clear that he succeeded in usurping the throne, but the throne has not yet been firmly established, and someone is eyeing his seat."

"What are you talking about?" Peter asked puzzled.

"we are at..."

"We're talking about Miraz's fate." Aaron pretended to be an expert, "I'm barely a fortuneteller.

Although there is no crystal ball here, my Celestial Eye tells me that today is the day of Miraz's death. "

"Did I win?" Peter secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was a little confident in his sword skills, there was still a big difference between feeling good about himself and reality.

"I don't know if you can win, but Miraz will definitely die.

Someone wants to fight between the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman will benefit. If there is no accident, it should be one of the three people behind Miraz. His Excellency Pusuppi in the middle is a member of the Tanmo Council. He is the most likely. "

Edmund nodded irrefutably, and said in a deep voice, "Peter, we must make preparations early.

It is estimated that the war will begin after the duel is over, and Psuppi will not give us any time to react. "

"Understood." Peter took a deep breath, "Aaron, you will inform Caspian later, so that he is ready to attack at any time."

"Let me go!" Edmund said, "Your safety will be guaranteed only if he stays here."

"You're right, Miraz isn't a good person either.

It is not ruled out, no, he will definitely make some dirty tricks. "

Peter nodded slightly, then pulled out the long sword that Edmond was holding, and expressed to Miraz opposite him that he was ready.

Miraz sat on the chair, adjusted the wrist guard on his arm, and quietly winked at General Sopi, who was holding the crossbow, "Once you find out that the situation is not good for me..."

Sopi looked down at the crossbow in his hand, and exchanged glances with Pusupi, "I understand, Your Majesty."

Miraz felt relieved, and took the helmet from Pusuppi, "If I win, I hope you won't be too disappointed."

The general on one side presented the weapon and shield, and Miraz walked onto the ring slowly, and stood opposite Peter, "It's still too late to surrender."

"You surrender!"

"How many people have to die for the throne?"

"Just you." Peter pulled down his mask, "One."

The next moment, the two rushed towards each other at the same time, and the sword and shield collided together and made a clanging sound.

Peter was young and strong, and Miraz was also experienced. The situation was stalemate in the first few rounds, but within half a minute Peter cut Miraz's back with his sword.

Just as the centaur and black bear who were watching the battle at close range smiled, Miraz slapped Peter's face with a shield and knocked off his helmet.

Peter leaned back to avoid the point of the sword that was drawn towards his neck, then quickly squatted and swept across, drawing a bloodstain on Miraz's knee.

Miraz snorted, took a few steps back, and put some distance away from Peter.

He hastily gave Soapy a wink, motioning him to release the arrow immediately.

But the general held the crossbow, his expression didn't change at all, and he didn't make any statement.

Miraz didn't know whether he really didn't see it or pretended not to see it. He roared angrily, raised his sword and stabbed at Peter.

In his rage, his combat strength instantly increased, and he quickly suppressed Peter, kicked him to the ground, and then ruthlessly stepped on Peter's shield.

Peter's left hand was holding the shield, and Miraz's foot stepped on it, causing his left arm to be in excruciating pain.

Miraz took advantage of the victory and pursued, slashing down with one sword after another, Peter had to roll back to avoid the attack.

After rolling a few times, Peter advanced instead of retreating, raised his long sword and slashed at Miraz's shield, and at the same time tripped him with his foot.

The two climbed up at the same time, looking at each other vigilantly, both panting and exhausted.

At this moment Edmund came running hastily, and he had already made Caspian ready.

"Does Your Majesty need to rest for a while?" Miraz assumed the posture of an elder, his voice sounded full of enthusiasm, but his face was distorted under the mask, and the wounds on his legs and back were really painful.

"Five minutes." Peter said, holding on, his arms couldn't bear it anymore.

"3 minutes."

The two dragged their tired bodies out of the arena, Pusupi arranged the chairs, and Sopi put away the crossbow arrows.

Miraz threw the helmet on the ground and scolded the general fiercely: "I don't think you will let the dangerous situation happen again."

The general nodded guiltily, then helped Miraz to the chair, and bandaged his wound.

Peter was also helped to sit down by Edmund. He was only injured in his arm, and his condition was slightly better than that of Miraz.

"How do you feel?" Edmund asked worriedly.

"I seem to have dislocated my shoulder."

"I'll come, I've also learned medical skills." Aaron volunteered to check, and carefully grabbed Peter's left arm. "It may hurt a little."

Click!

Peter let out a cry of pain, but his left arm didn't hurt as much as before.

"If I die here, what will the family think?" Peter looked at Edmund and asked, "You've been helping me, I don't know..."

"You're not dead yet, so don't be in a hurry to say your last words." Aaron said speechlessly, "Miraz was hurt more than you."

"I'm worried about what happens."

"No chance." Aaron lifted the cloak on his body, and a flintlock gun clearly fell into the eyes of the two of them.

"Here... you still have a fourth gun." Edmond opened his mouth, and then looked at Peter, "It seems that you really don't have to worry about your safety, but I always feel that something is weird.

We should be decent people!Hitting someone with a dark gun is somewhat...unkind. "

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, "Listen to you, am I a villain?

Then I'll go and let your brother and Miraz fight to the death.

By the way, Peter, you should explain your last words!

I don't think the crossbow the general is holding is for display, it's probably for you. I hope your brother, a decent man, can stop his crossbow. "

"Don't." Edmund hurriedly stopped Aaron, and said with a sneer, "It's just a joke, don't take it to heart."

Aaron gave Edmund a disdainful look, then took out the red medicine bottle and handed it to him.

Just as Edmund was about to pick it up, Aaron took the medicine bottle back quickly, and said in a strange way: "Presumably the decent King Edmond should let the big brother fight fairly, taking drugs to heal his wounds is not fair to Miraz. !"

"It's already this time, who can care about this." Edmond said anxiously, "Hurry up and give me the medicine, it's because I was wrong just now!"

Aaron didn't make things difficult for him, and passed the medicine bottle over.

After Peter took a sip, his wounds healed completely.

"Come on, King Peter.

Your brother reminded me that I don't think I'm a villain, and I can't shoot you in a critical moment.

So I can at most help you block the general's back arrows, but if you die in a formal duel, I... will mourn for you for a minute. "

Peter froze for a moment, and looked at Edmond with a little more helplessness.

Why can't you control that mouth when you're so nice?

Well now, the situation that was originally a sure win has a little more suspense.

Edmund smiled awkwardly, but was also speechless.

"By the way, as a decent man, brother, it's best not to hit someone's injured leg. It would be disgraceful to win like this."

Hearing this, Peter looked at the bandage on Miraz's right leg, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he soon became firm.

"Are you...what about it?" Edmund said dumbfoundedly, reminding him not to forget to stab him secretly.

Aaron patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "You are still young, and it is right to have a sense of justice.

But if you have an experience like mine and have encountered all kinds of insidious villains, you know that if you want to deal with the bad guys, you have to be more cunning and cunning than the bad guys.

I went up to prepare first, and the result of this duel can already be seen, but it is hard to say about the subsequent battle. "

After finishing speaking, Aaron turned and walked towards the bunker, where there was still a heavy sniper waiting for him.

The time of 3 minutes was up soon, and Peter and Miraz stood up from their seats.

None of them wore helmets this time, trying to pack as lightly as possible.

The two didn't have any communication, and rushed towards each other after they got on the ring.

Miraz took the initiative and swung his sword with all his strength from the very beginning. Peter was caught off guard, but quickly adjusted.

His arm was snapped back by Aaron, and he also drank Lucy's potion. Apart from being physically exhausted, his state was almost two blocks away from Miraz's.

After a few rounds, he grabbed Miraz's sword, snatched it away, and began to fight back in earnest.

Having lost his weapon, Miraz could only set up a shield to defend.

Needless to say, the quality of the king's shield was blocked by Peter's frantic slash, and even the sword in his hand was knocked down by him.

The two started a hand-to-hand fight, and Miraz still had a shield in his hand, barely gaining the upper hand.

With a ferocious expression on his face, Miraz punched Peter hard on the face with his shield. While he retreated, he pursued the victory and punched Peter in the face again.

Somewhat dizzy, Peter saw the black shield pressing towards him, and he immediately grabbed the edge of the shield and wrestled with Miraz.

After a moment of stalemate, Peter grabbed the shield, turned around and rolled behind Miraz.

His left hand was twisted, and Miraz let out a scream, and immediately used his free right hand to elbow Peter, knocking him back.

He threw Peter onto a rock, turned around, picked up his sword, and slashed at Peter.

Peter turned over to avoid the first sword, and he blocked the second sword with his wrist guard.

Seeing that Miraz was about to slash the third sword, he immediately grabbed the long sword that was about to be lifted, and punched Miraz on the chin.

boom!

Miraz took a staggering step back.

But before he could get away, Peter straightened up and punched the bandage on his right leg.

The severe pain caused Miraz to instantly lose his ability to fight. He dropped his long sword and half-kneeled on the ground.

"Pause." Miraz said.

Unmoved, Peter clenched his fists and was about to hit him.

Seeing this, Miraz immediately bent the knee of the other leg sincerely, and pleaded a little more in his voice, "Please pause."

"Now is not the time to show chivalry." Edmund reminded outside the ring.

The people of Narnia also shouted, telling their king to act quickly, and don't be soft.

Peter struggled for a while, then slowly lowered his right hand, turned around and walked towards his seat.

Miraz looked at his back, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, he grabbed the long sword on the ground and stood up.

"Beware," cried Edmund.

Feeling the sense of crisis coming from behind, Peter bent down subconsciously, avoiding the cutting edge of the sword.

He quickly turned around, grabbed the long sword while Miraz stabbed him again, twisted his hands vigorously to grab the long sword, and then turned around and stabbed the long sword out fiercely.

puff!

Miraz felt severe pain from his abdomen, and opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

He didn't expect that the sneak attack would fail, and the price of failure was so heavy, it cost most of his life.

Peter drew out his long sword, Miraz suffered another pain in his side, and knelt down on the ground.

He looked at Peter who raised his long sword but didn't attack him for a long time, and said coldly, "What's the matter, little devil?

Too timid to make a move? "

"It's not me who should kill you." Peter responded, and then looked at Caspian outside the ring.

Caspian understood immediately, took the sword from Peter, and walked up to Miraz.

"Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you are the well-deserved king of the Tamor people." Miraz said sincerely, then closed his eyes, quietly waiting for his own death.

Seeing the man who killed his father and enemy in front of him, Caspian let out a loud roar, and stabbed him hard.

when!

The long sword plunged into the ground, Miraz heard the sound, and opened his eyes blankly.

"I will never be like you," said Caspian, "I don't want your life, but I will give Narnia back to the Narnia.

In addition, I want to remind you that your throne is not secure, Pusupi and the others have been watching coldly from behind, and have no intention of helping you in the slightest. "

With that, Caspian turned away, to the deafening cheers of the victorious Narnians.

Pusupi walked over quickly and helped Miraz who was kneeling on the ground, "My king."

"I'll settle the score with you after everything is over." Miraz glared fiercely at the hippie smiling Pusupi. He was not a fool, and a fool would not be able to successfully kill his brother and usurp the throne.

He felt something was wrong yesterday, and with Caspian's reminder, he was [-]% sure that Psuppy had unreasonable ideas about his throne, and that General Soapy and some other generals might have secretly joined him.