Othua's War Banner

Chapter 255 0254: Sword and Magic

Langmingway stood on the edge of the campfire's light.

More enemies came out around him one after another.

The Soul Witch didn't make a sound, but judging from the attack of the puppet Linglie...

The other party seemed to be irritated.

Several strong men rushed towards Langmingway, spitting out of their mouths.

However, Lang Mingwei just pulled out the cavalry one-handed sword and chopped it in two with the released energy.

The three bodies fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

"what!"

There was an exclamation in the darkness, surrounded by short curses.

The enemy only now realized the gap in strength between the two sides, but the other party did not choose to give up, but instead summoned all the corpses he had ambushed around.

A dozen light spots lit up in the darkness.

Lang Mingwei knew that it was the prelude to the brewing of magic explosive bombs, and the opponents were a group of criminals who liked to use their skills to rob.

He took out the potion, crushed it and rubbed it under his nose.

The poisonous mist floating in the air gradually became thicker, and the smell even began to irritate the eyes, but the surrounding corpses became more excited and violent, as if there were ingredients hidden in the medicine that could activate potential.

Huh, bang!
Magic blasters pierced through the undergrowth, grazed his body, and left holes in the ground.

Langmingway walked through the dazzling light, and those flying ice slags and hot fireballs did not touch this dexterous knight commander.

He raised his sword and slashed the nearest enemy.

The blade of the sword began to emit dazzling white light, and the magic contained in it spread to the surroundings, and the whole person was hidden in the phantom formed by Bai Lian.

Langmingway ran around, faster and faster.

The magic in the sword began to solidify, and when they touched the enemy, there would even be thin bloodstains.

Then Langmingway would flash up to him and easily remove the opponent's head.

The ecstasy witch became more and more violent.

The magic in the air also became dense.

Lang Mingwei's lingering offensive gave the enemy a great sense of oppression.

This group of bandits began to attack desperately, and the rumbling attack echoed in the night.

Shrubs and shadows continued to cast magic, and through the fleeting twilight, it seemed to be able to see vague shadows.

"You are in a hurry, aren't you? But the Kingdom of Norin will never condone your offense. Go regret your actions with your life!"

Langmingway swung a one-handed sword.

The materials used to forge it are so precious that even the handle is mixed with the bone meal of wurrms.

It showed its advantages in the confrontation with the corpse, and cut off the enemy's weapon as crisply and neatly as cutting a tree branch.

"Oops, he lied to us!"

The Soul Witch suddenly realized:
Langmingway could have easily killed all the corpses, but he didn't do it. On the contrary, his actions were conservative and retreated, just to make the enemy take it lightly.

The robbers revealed their tracks in a panic.

At this moment, the corpses of the last two orcs stood up, holding warhammers and broad axes, and stood in front of a certain rock.

Langmingway adjusted his breathing.

He swung the one-handed sword, and the clean edge brought out a white afterimage, which was not stained with any blood or dirt.

Orc corpses rushed towards him.

The ecstasy witch is dying.

Lang Mingwei swung the sword in front of him, and two bright sparks burst out, and the hidden weapon, which was difficult to detect with the naked eye, fell on the snow.

Only then did he approach the corpse like a war horse raising its hooves.

The blade cut bloodstains on the body of the orc guard.

These corpses are the treasures of the Seductive Witch's bottom of the chest, and she has poured a lot of effort into them, but those terrifying recovery and defenses are so weak in front of the attack of the Dragon Thorn Knight Commander.

Rumble.

Two huge arms were severed, and the giant ax and warhammer were embedded in the ground.

The orc body was also crumbling, as if it was on the verge of collapse.

Langmingway's expression was cold.

He is waiting quietly.

He controlled the whole battle to death, and the opponent's slightest calculations were seen through.

Including now, it seems that the victory has been established, but in fact the bandits still have a way to turn the tables.

"Tsk, it's too late, let it go!"

An annoyed growl came from the darkness.

In an instant, the brilliance suddenly appeared.

Countless magic circles were lit up, like fireflies arousing in the forest on a summer night.

Langmingway narrowed his eyes, not being caught by the glare.

The reason why he left two orc corpses was to wait for this time.

He quickly dodged into the crevice of the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, all the magic hidden in the surrounding area bombarded this side, and the airflow lifted the fine debris in the center of the grass, and the entire temporary camp was covered in light.

The smoke has not completely dissipated.

Lang Mingwei pierced through the residual fog and appeared intact. He didn't show his face, and within two breaths he disappeared into the perception of the mages.

The Soul Witch frowned and took a step back. "Where is he?"

Langmingway raised his sword, cut off the wand in her hand, and then appeared in front of the marauder, raised his weapon, and quickly hacked to death the surrounding magic manipulation minions.

He looked very relaxed, but he turned his head and stretched his slightly stiff neck.

The ecstasy witch looked at his accomplice who was hiding behind him, holding on to the last luck, deliberately speaking to attract attention. "Young man, you will die..."

Langmingway suddenly slid sideways.

The thin steel arrow skimmed through the night air, pierced fiercely into the witch's shoulder blade, then pierced through and nailed to the distant stone wall.

"Ah, damn it!"

She fell to the ground, gritted her teeth and opened her eyes.

The whole process only took a few breaths, but she saw:
The only remaining mystics and pharmacists around them all slowly collapsed, becoming corpses in the wasteland that could turn into hunting at any time.

"you……"

The ecstasy witch opened her mouth, but couldn't.

Lang Mingwei cautiously raised his sword and hung it between the opponent's brows, as if to warn, but also to ask for the last words. He said:
"With this little skill, you dare to invade our camp?"

"Hehe, you are still young."

Sweat oozes from the brown skin of the ecstasy witch.

She sneered a few times, as if mocking, and said, "We never do things that don't kill me. You'd better not kill me, otherwise you won't even have a chance to exchange hostages."

"What do you mean?"

Langmingway raised his sword and raised the opponent's throat.

Suddenly he realized:

The number of enemies deviates greatly from what I estimated. I am afraid that even this place, these magicians, are all traps!
"McGon..."

Lang Mingwei picked up the one-handed sword, retracted the scabbard, and then he carried the bleeding witch and walked towards the carriage where the female scholar was.

……

Meg woke up sleepily.

She felt a headache, which was different from the bumps in the past few days. It was a pain caused by drugs or magic, and it even affected her vision.

At this moment, there was a violent explosion outside the carriage.

That was the fighting sound from Lang Mingwei who had just entered the ambush circle and was attracted by the ecstasy witch.

Mag gritted his teeth and straightened up, but found that his body was extremely heavy.

She managed to stand up, but felt that it was extremely dark in front of her eyes.

The breeze blows the curtains, letting in the bright colors of the campfire.

She suddenly discovered:
There was a living person squatting in front of him!

(End of this chapter)