Chapter 373 Raining Boulders
While the Ranehawkes were preparing for their trap, the viking men approached the swordsmen and bumped into them.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" Baendjbi replied.
"Or what? What can you do with your measly swords?" The viking spoke.
Baendjbi gritted his teeth in anger before he realized he was surrounded by the vikings.
There were around twenty of them who appeared before him.
An ax flew at him at high speed. It spun in the air as it went directly toward his face.
Baendjbi blocked the attack with his sword, but he was forced to retreat by five steps. His arms trembled, and if the others weren't here, he would spat out blood right now. But no, he must not be seen as a weakling in front of his enemies or his friends, so he swallowed his blood.
The viking laughed. "Swords are for weak men. Real men use axes!"
Baendjbi stood up and patted his clothes. "It is clear to me that you brutes don't know what manners means. Perhaps your mothers have never spanked you before."