The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 180
  Allen was running for his life now. Half a day ago, he was secretly happy, giving the pursuers behind him a head-on blow. Unexpectedly, half a day later, he would become a prairie rat running away in embarrassment.

Behind him, a male elf was leisurely jumping between tree trunks, looking for Allen who was running away in the jungle. After Allen was shirtless, his natural green skin gave him a layer of protection. As long as he didn't deliberately collide with the branches blocking the road and cause a noise, it would be difficult for the pursuers behind him to see his location at a glance.

He never expected that among the pursuers behind him, there would be a powerful high-level warrior chasing him alone. When he had just finished off the two lone pursuers, he found a tree hole to hide and was about to take a rest and eat. The elf suddenly fell from the sky, and two thin swords bloomed like fiery trees and silver flowers, and stabbed at Allen. .

Allen's strong vigilance helped him defend in time. A heavy sword turned into an iron curtain, blocking most of the opponent's attacks, but the opponent still made two large cuts on his body.

If the movements of the flower snake are like an agile cheetah in Allen's eyes, then the elf he is facing at this moment is like a level 10 hurricane. Not only is the attack fast, but the power of the moves is also not small, allowing Allen to stand on the opponent's side. There is only the power to parry in front of him, but almost no power to fight back.

The grass and trees flew in the open space. After struggling for more than ten minutes, Allen gained dozens of scars on his body. Finally, at the cost of being pierced by the opponent's sword with his arm, he took out the last scroll of the vine technique. Covering it within 3 meters, several vines that attacked indiscriminately stretched towards Allen, but Allen tore them apart with brute force, and then took the opportunity to escape; the other party spent more time, dodging while using the rapier one by one. Pick off the vines that are wrapping around you.

What followed was a game of cat and mouse. Allen ran around randomly, while the elf behind him jumped leisurely on the tree trunks. Occasionally, he pulled a vine and swung around the jungle on a swing, chasing Allen's path. trace.

In the past few days, Allen's biggest gain was not revenge on the pursuers behind him, but that the injuries he sustained during the first day's battle with the Jackals had recovered, giving him the confidence to persevere in the chase. . Fortunately, he did not escape from the jungle at that time, otherwise in the wilderness with only scattered trees and vegetation, it would be basically impossible to keep a certain distance from the pursuers behind him like now.

"It can't go on like this."

The previous battle made Allen understand one thing, that is, the opponent is stronger than himself, but the gap between the two sides is not completely impossible to fight. If he continues to waste time with the opponent like this, in the end it will definitely be Allen himself who is overwhelmed first, not the enemies behind him.

There is good news for Allen, that is, the sun is about to set, and the vision in the jungle is gradually dimming. If the elf wants to pursue Allen in the dark, the situation he will face will be more difficult.

It wasn't until the sun completely set and darkness enveloped the jungle that Allen began to slow down his pace and focus on the figure of the pursuer behind him. It seems that the other party still has no intention of giving up. Perhaps he is also out of trust in his dim vision talent and confidence in his own strong strength.

Allen ran while looking for a suitable fighting venue until a clearing appeared in front of him. Several tall trees surrounding it covered the sky, preventing the stars from shining down. Allen, who stopped in his tracks, seized the rare opportunity to calm down the beating of his heart, accumulating strength to wait for the next enemy attack.

The attack came quickly, and a thin sword drew a dark sword shadow, shooting straight into Allen's eyes. Allen swung his heavy sword upward to block one of the opponent's thin swords, and then twisted his body to let in the sweep of another thin sword at the critical moment. The elf figure on the opposite side suddenly split into five, and a sword light swept out in front of Allen, making it impossible for Allen to know which figure was the opponent's true body. Alan didn't guess, and just slashed with his heavy sword, covering all the areas in front, including the figures of five elves. The heavy sword passed through five figures, and the figures turned into nothingness in the air. None of the figures was the real body of the elf, and the other figure disappeared in front of Allen. Allen immediately felt that something was not good, and the warning signs in his heart were ringing wildly. The threat of death made him instinctively roll to the ground again and again. After rolling 5-3 times without any image, he knelt on the ground and returned. Look, the place where I was standing before has been smashed into pieces by the two elves' thin swords, exuding the fragrant smell of grass leaves.

Before Allen could stand up, the elf launched the attack again. The jungle with almost no light caused some trouble to the opponent, but the opponent's pair of pointed ears listened to the sound of Allen's movements, and the elf could accurately capture Ai. Lun's position and launch an attack.

Allen fell back into passivity, using his only advantage of dark vision to persevere under the opponent's sharp offensive, looking for opportunities. While defending, Allen was not idle. He put his left hand into his bag, which didn't have much, took out an item, and used the cover of darkness to quietly stick it to his chest covered in thick blood.

The opponent couldn't see clearly in the dark night and couldn't know Allen's little movements, but his offensive was fierce and showed no signs of slowing down. He caught the blind spots in Allen's defense again and again and added new injuries to Allen. This was A rhythm that is determined to drag Allen to death.

Allen gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart. He struck out the opponent's most threatening right sword with a blow of the epee, but at the same time, the opponent's left hand sword was exposed and he let the opponent's left sword stab into his chest and heart. With a clang, the rapier stopped at Allen's chest, as if it was stabbed directly into an iron plate. The opponent was stunned, but Allen was no longer polite. He dropped the heavy sword and smashed it over, holding the opponent's left sword with his left hand. Don't give the other party a chance to escape.

The sudden counterattack made the elf somewhat passive. He had no time to recover the sword in his left hand, so the elf could only move to the side to avoid the blow of the heavy sword. Just like this, they were unable to avoid Allen's swooping tiger pounce, and the two were immediately entangled.

Allen's hands were like crab claws, tightly strangling the strong waist of the elf man. The elf also retracted the sword in his right hand and stabbed Allen through the chest. At the same time, he did not forget to turn the thin sword with his wrist to inflict wounds on Allen. He squeezed out a bigger gap and got Allen's dull cry of pain, but he couldn't let go of Allen's hands at all.

The strength gap between the two sides was reflected. Although the elf was flexible, he could not break away from Allen's strangulation that almost squeezed the elf's chest. Allen ignored the thin sword that penetrated the back of the abdomen. At this time, both sides were using Life is a bet, just to see who can persevere faster.

It seemed that a century had passed, and it seemed that not long had passed. Allen finally let go of his arms due to exhaustion. The elf male's body was like a piece of wood that had been broken and disconnected, and was actually held together by Allen's arms. It directly broke his spine, and in vain he had a stronger strength than Allen, but he became the last dead soul.

With difficulty, he took out the few things he had from his bag. Two scrolls for treating minor injuries turned into two white soft lights and merged into the fist-sized hole in Allen's abdomen after he pulled the rapier out of his body. In the hollow, the blood slowly stopped, and the slowly disappearing vitality finally stopped the car. At the same time, Allen was not afraid of wasting it. He also put the last bottle of healing potion into his mouth, slowly treating his injuries together with the scroll.

(End of this chapter)