Shaman from Afar

Looking at the fierce and roaring "monster", the gray pupil's heart flashed an unknown.

Dragon knights in the Dragon King City, werewolves in the glacier wasteland, and even those corpses that were corrupted by the Holy Blood Potion ... He hasn't never fought a "monster".

But there has never been any one, like the "Chakal" in front of him that makes him sick from the heart.

The cold touch swept the whole body, the hands and feet were stiff, and the heartbeat accelerated ...

"Lucien, step back."

The black-haired wizard's right hand held his shoulder, and the gray pupil woke up suddenly, a panic flickered in the corner of his eyes: "Master Loren, I ..."

"Don't be nervous, I'm not going to grab with you." Loren smiled softly, and his right hand had pressed the sword handle on the saddle. "Forcibly" pushed him behind him:

"But ... Chakal, he is mine!"

The voice was very soft, but the dark-haired wizard said so resolutely.

"But I am your escort!" Lucien is still "unwilling": "My duty is to protect you!"

"Because of this, I have to hand you behind and the soldiers." Loren looked sideways, staring at the face that would never be convinced: "Take our army and stand to the moment of final victory."

"Also let me see, how much is the youngest head of the genius flag of the empire!"

With a slight hum, the gray pupil who gritted his teeth closed his head suddenly, and the thin figure was like a residual image, rushing into the chaotic battlefield behind him.

"puff--!"

Two white lights staggered, and in the flash of lightning, the heads of the four "dead warriors" had flown into the air; the narrow and crowded battlefield was instantly empty.

"Everyone ... come with me!"

The hand holding the sword rubbed the blood on his face, and Lucien, who was clenching his teeth, turned his horse, and with his still naive voice, he cried out:

"follow me--!!!!"

The thrilling battle roar, the fighting Bain knights and the Poi Hach cavalry gathered together, and rushed out with the sprinting figure, like a torrent of rush to the battlefield outside the front.

The earth shivered with the hoof of the trembling earth.

Looking at the distant figure, the dark-haired wizard looked dignified.

He didn't know if this decision was correct, but in this situation, Lucien was also the only person he could rest assured ... Commanding the army for himself, blocking the encirclement and suppression of the dead soldiers.

I wish I could survive ...

"Loren ... Turin-!!!!!!"

Chacal hysterical roar came again, and the mad voice seemed to come from hell;

The heavy four-hoof trampled and trembled the earth, and there was no flesh at all in the large mouth of the blood basin, but it was covered with sharp fangs;

The huge and twisted figure is comparable to an ogre, and the sacs emerging from the flesh under the hair are still bursting, and the gray-blue pus splashes around.

Really, it couldn't be more ugly.

Clenching the hilt hard, the bright silver blade dazzled under the clear sky.

Dawn ... out of the sheath!

The big sword lay sideways, and the expressionless dark-haired wizard stepped forward;

Almost at the same time, the madman howling sounded again;

Two figures, one big and one small, face to face, bumping into each other head to head.

"clang--!!!!"

The moment the fire was splashing, it seemed that even the air was burning!

The sword edge slipped over Chakal's claws, and the dark-haired wizard stepped forward, leaping over Chakal's head.

Chakar, who roared with wide open blood, snarled his head sharply, and his sharp claw-like right claws, with a shriek of tearing air, waved fiercely towards the figure in the air.

When it was too late to dodge, Loren could only free his left hand and aimed the caster at Chakal's face.

High-level magic spell, the original impact.

The sudden air wave, like a slapped Chakal's head, was thrown aside, even with a waving claw deviated from the beginning.

"puff--!"

Plasma spewed, and bones were deeply visible.

Even if it had been evaded as much as possible, the armor of the left arm and shoulder of the black-haired wizard who was rubbed was still torn momentarily, leaving a wound.

The enemy is not ordinary fierce, but ... it is not without weakness; on the contrary, his weakness is quite obvious.

Just as excessive use of magic spells would consume the wizard's energy and erode the body; the more Chakar who drank the "Holy Blood Elixir" indulged and squandered the power of the void in his body, the more severely he would erode his reason.

If he was just mad at the beginning, he is completely mad now.

The dark-haired wizard steadily pondered the tactics, and the figure quickly slipped back.

He didn't let Chakar mean what he meant and immediately roared and rushed!

The heavy front hoof was raised high, falling like a warhammer.

"boom--!!!!"

Smoke is everywhere!

The dark-haired wizard was like a shadow, sliding out of the smoke; the blade of the "Dawn" sword was already over his head just before the swing of Chakarli's claws.

"clang--!"

The sharp pointed claws slipped from the blade front, and in an abrupt moment, Loren's abrupt backhand picked up. The sharp blade pointed ripped the skin off the claw and the gray-blue pus was scattered like raindrops.

Slide, dodge, parry, counterattack!

Around Chakar's huge figure comparable to an ogre, Loren's uninterrupted rapid movement makes Chakar tired of coping with it; every confrontation is in a moment, and every deviation of a few centuries can be born or die!

The monster is so crazy that ordinary people can't react to the offensive, but the figure of the dark-haired wizard can always evade parry in the moment of the electric stone fire to find the location of the next evasion and counterattack.

The trembling beast howl and the continuous roar, the surrounding Duke Guard soldiers were stunned and stood motionless.

Want to intervene in the fight, but do not know what to do;

They also heard that Lucien had said that their loyal duke had traveled alone in the northern icefields, hunting elves with elves in ancient wood forests, but ...

The legendary story never has the shock of seeing it as it is;

This is our loyalty, the Duke of Loren Turin, who will swear to the death ... the true strength.

Does he ... really need our protection?

"puff--!"

The roaring black shadow flew to the back of Chakal's neck with a roar of tearing air.

At the moment of hit, the pierced part suddenly burst into blue smoke, and then the blue-blue Mars lit up, quickly swallowing all the flesh and blood around it!

The miserable Chacar struggled violently, revealing flaws in an instant; the dark-haired wizard who seized the opportunity raised his sword and chopped off his right front hoof.

The instantaneous turning caused the guards 'soldiers' eyes to turn in the same direction. The little wizard who held up the battle bow already had a second arrow in his hand.

The violent Chacar finally noticed the enemy behind him, and shot down the flying arrows with a backhand claw, but the blue-blue flame still ignited the back of his claw.

The potion applied to the arrow of Ai Yin is made from the herbs of the Morning Star Forest elves, with a corrosive viscous substance created by the modified pyrotechnic agent-the original role is to degrade the body of the ogre, so it is corroded by the void The monster has an effect no worse than Mithril.

"Don't be stunned, attack with your crossbow and firelighter in your hand!" Ain, who was still watching her own guard soldiers, yelled at them with their teeth clenched:

"Interrupt the monster's attention as much as possible and help Loren create opportunities!"

"Even if we can't fight side by side, there is at least something we can do!"

"Ah yes!"

The guard soldiers who finally responded raised their crossbows to aim, or threw out the remaining ignition agent in their hands.

There was a burst of fire in all directions; the dark-haired wizard who caught the gap slipped to dodge; and the violent Chacar instantly fell into the arrow rain, and the fragmented pyrotechnic agent flying from all angles fell head-on.

"boom----!!!!"

Under the dazzling blue-blue fire, Chakal, enveloped in flames, stood like a huge torch on the chaotic battlefield; in the roar of his heart-breaking scream, he could still see the figure in the flame constantly struggling.

Won?

An inexplicable surprise came to everyone's heart; but before waiting for a laugh, he saw the dark-haired wizard turned back and roared at them:

"Everyone--, get down--!"

At the next moment, a violent sound of breaking the air sounded, and the hot waves spread around Chakal.

boom--!

The flames scattered, and the black and huge figure stood up again; the unburnt flame remained on him, and the gray-blue pus flowed through the scorched charcoal skin, as if he had put Chacar on him. Scary armor.

"Loren ... Turin-!!!!!!"

It was so low that it was like a roar from the abyss, howling, and Chacar rushed straight in.

The black-haired wizard did not dodge and stood steadily.

With a distance of less than a hundred steps, the other party can rush to the front in the blink of an eye.

Loren clenched the hilt with both hands, long, narrow and heavy, with a blade of nearly two meters across his side.

Step forward, squat sideways; front knees slightly flexed, receding and straightening;

Under the strengthening of transcendental perception, not only the movement of Chakal is very clear; even the sharp blade in his hand seems to be alive.

joke……

No matter how sharp the weapon is, it ’s just a dead thing, and no matter how powerful it is, it ’s just a tool; obsessed with it, even taking all the consequences to gain it ... it ’s the poor worm in front of you.

Narrowing his eyes, Loren stared at Chacar, who had only three hooves, but was still struggling to rush towards him.

He may have long forgotten the original goal, his reason was swallowed up by the power of the void, and the remaining consciousness may only have the idea of ​​"defeating himself".

With the left hand of the "caster" clenching the front end of the hilt, the "primary force impact" poured into the blade trembles the spine of the sword, making a piercing collision.

This trick was learned by Loren from Edward, the night watchman; with the power of the sword blade, Edward can even pierce the strongest armor out of thin air.

Although Loren could not be so exaggerated, he was able to use his "physical advantage" to adopt a "trick" approach.

"Loren ... Turin-!!!!!!"

The moment the roar exploded in the ear, the dark-haired wizard opened his eyes violently, twisting his waist with his hands and vigorously swinging it out.

Sword wind!

"puff--!"

The plasma spewed.

The dumbfounded guard soldiers stared at the figure still standing in the same place with wide eyes.

There were only a few rags left in the blood-soaked coat, and **** claw marks extended from Loren's shoulder to the flanks.

"clang--!"

With a big mouthful of gasps, the dark-haired wizard who supported his body with a large sword turned and looked coldly at Chacar, who was also staring at himself.

The viciously distorted face was full of unwillingness.

"thump--!"

The fiercely twisted face fell to the ground with his head, leaving only a smooth incision.

Gray-blue pus spewed out of his body cavity from his neck.

With the spurting "blue blood", the huge body that was twitching constantly fell on its knees and collapsed weakly.

Loss of reason, only tyranny and killing desire ... is the common weakness of all monsters eroded by the void.

Vampires, ghouls, ogres, evil spirits' shells, and even some evil spirits called "Mezka" ... could it be better.

"Loren?"

After confirming that Chakal fell to the ground, the worried little wizard quickly ran up and held his shoulder:

"We ... won, right?"

"Win ... It's still early." Looking at Ayin's expression of "worry", Loren couldn't help but chuckled and chewed the cheek with his wound:

"Even if Chakar is killed, there are no fewer than tens of thousands of Centaurs, not to mention ..."

Loren frowned slightly.

Although weak, he could still feel the power of the void in Chakal.

If Chakal has become nearly the existence of Fanesis, then it is not safe to kill him alone; at least he must be completely destroyed with "Dream Dream", and the fire will burn the wreckage clean.

As Chakal fell, the tense guard soldiers finally breathed a sigh of relief; but they did not have time to feel lucky that they had survived, and a quick horn suddenly sounded.

"Woo ———————— !!!!!!”

In an instant, almost everyone turned their eyes to the direction of the horn sound at the same time, staring nervously at the distant black pressed horizon.

The continuous vibrations and the rolled up dust became louder and more obvious.

Everyone who was still frightened by the battle just now, the expression was pale again to the extreme.

"Centaur ..." The little wizard with wide eyes ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ desperately looked up: "Is the Centaur's army going to attack to avenge their leader?"

"It seems, not only this ..."

Looking at the distant Centaur Army and the rolling smoke, the expression was ugly to the extreme.

The strong void reaction, and the sound of no sign at all ... Lonen had only met in two places if I remember correctly.

Niederhogg ’s Dragon King Tower, and ... Eboden transformed into a blood sacrificial venue;

Consider again Chachar's words;

... the centaur has no future ...

A fierce moment, a horrible guess

The dark-haired wizard couldn't help holding his breath and his pupils shrank.

Chakar the lunatic ... Did the spread of the Holy Blood Elixir spread across the centaur tribe? !