The knight in the abyss

Chapter 409 The Wall of Thorns
But the other people on the wall have no time to deal with the enemies who will arrive in a while, because the demons around them are already enough for them.

The gap where everyone jumped down just now was not far above them, from which cold arrows shot out from time to time, knocking down the unsuspecting demons one by one.It was an attack from Axion, who did not jump down with the others, but stayed there to support his companions with his longbow.

As one of the commanders of the Protector's military forces, Pascole's defenders are not under the command of Aksian, so the elf general didn't get involved in the command of the fortress, but ran to fight the demons like an ordinary soldier. Fighting - this is also the favorite activity of the elf prince himself.

He played very smartly, hiding in the shadows immediately after every shot, and the demons caught in the melee below never noticed his sneak attack.This strategy has achieved very good results. The number of kills by Axian almost caught up with Lancelot, and even though the demons noticed the arrows flying past from time to time, they thought they were arrows from the tower above.

Lancelot slashed out with his sword again, knocking the battle ax in the hands of a berserk demon to the ground, followed by the human knight flying up, kicking the enemy's stomach heavily with his hard steel boots superior.The toad-shaped demon staggered back, then froze all over, and slowly fell to the ground, a feathered arrow on its back swaying slightly.

Behind the Berserker who was killed by Axiian's make-up knife was a Brezu, who was fighting fiercely with Tarasheer.It held a long halberd flying up and down in its hand, erratic like a letter in the mouth of a poisonous snake.

While the elf took on his brezu opponent, Emmanu, the old knight, watched over his back.As a paladin who believed in the god of knights, Heironeous, Emmanuel was first and foremost a skilled warrior. He used the combat skills of pushing, tripping, and disarming to perfection, so that Tarachel could always focus on what was in front of him. enemy.

According to their reaction when they met just now, Lancelot saw that Emmanu seemed to have some kind of guilt towards the elves, and it was even more obvious now-the human paladin who was nearly eighty years old almost ignored his own safety as a cover Watching the elf, and casting various aiding spells on him whenever he had time, Lancelot couldn't help but wonder if the two had some kind of 'special' relationship before.

Due to the exhaustion of physical strength, it was already difficult for the elf ranger to maintain the elegance he had at the beginning. Several attempts to attack failed to achieve results, and of course he did not let his opponent take advantage of it.

Although it seems that Lancelow only used two moves to deal with a Brezu Demon, it is because his skills, strength and reaction speed have stabilized the opponent's head. In fact, Brezu Demon is one of the few demons with superb martial arts With their mid-level demon-level strength and physique, only the most experienced veterans among mortals can deal with them.

It is said that the first Brezu in the abyss was born in the hands of Baphomet, and the howling lord wanted to build an armed force capable of fighting against the god of gnolls, Yeenoghu.Its attempt seemed to be successful at the beginning, and this newborn demon showed great potential strength, but Baphomet soon discovered that their nature was too brutal and aggressive, without the obedience of Berserkers '(Or to put it another way, it's not as easy to deceive as Berserkers), suppressing their rebellion consumes more strength and energy than dealing with Yeenoghu, and the gains outweigh the losses.

In the end, the Lord of Beast Howl disbanded all the established Bu Zumo Legion under his command, leaving only a small number of elites, and most of the Brezumo were exiled to other levels.With superb fighting skills, this kind of demon with the head of a sheep quickly prospered in the abyss, and they can be seen in any warlike demon lord army.

Seeing that the duel between elves and demons was still a while away, Lancelow gave a command to Cromwell through a telepathic connection, and the latter fell to the ground without a sound, like an ordinary skull. Rolled in the direction of the goat-headed demon.

In the fierce battle, the devil's attention is all on the opponent in front of him, so naturally he won't find a malicious skull behind his feet.After his halberd collided with the elf's double knives again, the goat demon tried to adjust his footsteps, and just stepped on a ball that hadn't been there just now.

The devil staggered, and there was an obvious flaw in the defense, and its opponent would naturally not miss such an opportunity.The elf ranger stepped forward quickly, stabbing out two long knives at the same time, directly piercing the emaciated chest of Brezu.

The demon shook its head in disbelief, as if it didn't understand why death came so suddenly.It lowered its head to see what it had stepped on, but saw nothing.

Tarrachel nodded to Lancelot, and turned to deal with another enemy.

As a knight, Lancelow shouldn't have intervened in this kind of one-on-one duel, but maybe it was the influence of the abyss, or the experience of the Chinese and Korean seniors who cultivated his heart, he didn't have much in his heart about this kind of "honor". Big obsession, at least when the enemy is a demon, this so-called chivalry is meaningless.

At this moment, his spiritual sense sensed a very powerful wave of magic.Lancelot turned his head and looked out of the city, only to see a large green light suddenly lit up on the ground piled with demon corpses, and then countless thick vines drilled out of the soil.

Different from the vines he made with his true essence, the stems of these magically created plants were covered with spear-like spikes, and the range was very large, surrounding the entire fortress, forming a frightening line of sight. Wall of Thorns.

The spellcaster who summoned these thorns was well timed, appearing right in front of the charging demonic cannon fodder.Those cowardly demons who were running wildly had no time to react. Even if they wanted to stop, they would be pushed forward by their companions behind them, so a large group of demons directly hit the thorny plant barrier.

The high-pitched screams made both sides of the battle stop, and everyone turned their heads to look outside the city, only to see that the wall of thorns was already covered with low-level demons, and most of them were still alive. They wailed loudly and struggled violently, but that only made their injuries worse.

At the rear of the cannon fodder army, the Demon Supervising Team didn't know what was going on in front, and they were still driving these low-level demons to continue to rush forward. These poor cannon fodder pushed each other, hanging themselves one by one. On the wall of death.

"Moradin's beard." Brutal's exclamation sounded in Lancelot's ear, "Brother, did you make this too?"

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