Heimarian Odyssey

"Run!" A dark guard dragged Princess Angelina through the woods in a hurry. The dark guard's left arm was empty except for a broken sleeve that was still dripping blood, and the black tight on the back. The suit was also split with a knife mark across the shoulder. The flesh inside was turned up to the naked eye, and the bone was deeply visible. The blood was soaked in the dark guard's clothes.

Princess Angelina ran quickly with the help of the Dark Guard regardless of her image. The long hair that had been **** was also scattered at this time, and there were many scratches on her sleeves. Fortunately, she did not suffer. What hurts, but it may be the intentional action of the chaser. Angelina's snow-white boots have been worn out at this time. Although they are produced by Wangdu's best royal tailor, these boots have also reached their service life. Not to mention the princess's long dress, such as scratches, mess, sweat and other factors, this long dress that makes people feel at first glance is now like the linen shorts worn by ordinary village aunts, yes, shorts , The princess's clothes have nothing to do with the long skirt.

The only two remaining dark guards at this time are the survivor who has suffered a serious injury after losing his arm.

There was a little bit of red light behind them. I don’t know how many blood-red people were still killing in the dark. Among them, Wright wearing armor and taking off his mask, Wright flashed scarlet light in his eyes, cruelly grinning, A light scratch on the left face of Wright slowly bleeds, making Wright even more terrified in the eyes of Princess Angelina running in front. Wright also had a broken arm in his hand, and the broken arm kept bleeding, seeming to have been pulled off not long ago.

The scratch on Wright's face was just given by the dark guard captain Ryan. That guy is worthy of the captain of the Forster dark guard. Sure enough, there were two brushes. Even when Wright's strength was crushed, he even broke out and fought desperately to resist Wright. In a posture that changed from injury to injury, Wright was not willing to touch the edge. Fortunately, there is more than him alone. The Dark Guard captain who has exploded his life and potential has been handed over to Casal. The Ryan, who is lower in strength than Cassal, although secretly forced his own potential Lost vitality, but the difference between the first order, Casal is enough to deal with it. He doesn’t even need to do it. He just needs to contain Ryan, and after a period of time, Ryan’s vitality is exhausted, and he can easily remove Ryan’s head.

As for Wright, who is more powerful, he chases the three kittens who run away. On the road, Wright has solved a dark guard. Just just now, he ripped off the left arm of the remaining dark guard. Although Wright is good at scimitar and cutting with a knife is smoother, I don’t know if it has been on the battlefield for a long time. Wright's psychology has changed somewhat. He prefers to torture and kill the enemy, watching the enemy howl and helpless, letting the other party die in fear. And for their mission goal, he didn't dare to mess up. If he was injured, it was not easy to communicate, so Angelina was not injured at this time.

The only remaining Dark Guardian had run as hard as he could, and even forced to use the secret method taught by the Dark Guardian, which only low-level servants can use, but Wright, who walked like a ghost, still followed behind, as if A **** reaper reaping life. Although the injured Dark Guard had undergone a lot of willpower training inside the Dark Guard, he still couldn't help despair at this time. The invincible Scarlet Armor who reminded him of it reminded him that he had just joined the Dark Guard. In the days of instructor devil-style training, the period that made him remember deeply and meticulously.

Or the pain of the torn left arm, or the fear given to him by the blood-red armor Wright, or the memory of the past, the dark guard who ran with the princess suddenly screamed "Ah!!!", Pushing Angelina forward, pulling out a signal from the captain Sir Ryan when he fled before firing from the waist, he turned and rushed towards Wright.

"Run, princess! Run in the direction of the flare!" the dark guard roared.

Princess Angelina was pushed away by the Guardian for a distance of nearly 20 meters. After falling to the ground, she did not stay and did not look back, but her head went in the direction of the flare. That is a stored magic missile, an entry-level magic trick, but to engrave it on the bamboo tube signaler, at least low-level or even intermediate-level magic apprentices are required to do it. Princess Angelina is no stranger to it.

"Yo! Breakthrough?" Wright grinned and was surprised by the miracle that was hard to happen on the battlefield. The Folstein dark guard in front of him clearly broke into a low-level knight servant in desperation. The ability to have the ability to turn back to attack after such a long escape. But the low-ranking servant was still a ant in front of Wright, and besides, it was a debris with a missing arm and a serious injury.

Wright swiped his left hand from the waist, and a blood-red scimitar appeared in Wright's hand. Wright threw a beautiful knife flower and looked excitedly at his dark guard, just like watching a sudden dessert. "You follow up, remember, don't hurt anyone!" Wright said to the surroundings. A woman with no power, his blood-red soldiers are enough to cope.

The Dark Guard's death-like ending made Princess Angelina feel cramped. She remembered the same as Sir Lane before. In order to protect her with the determination to die, he faced another blood-red armor with the same strength. Some of the dark guard soldiers who protected her not long ago, the maid she grew up with, and so on, Princess Angelina wiped tears from the corners of her eyes and continued to run forward. The blood-red soldiers behind him followed closely, and they could catch up with Princess Angelina at any speed.

Princess Angelina remembered the moment the teacher said, "Any magic has practical uses, either research, or fights with people. An excellent magician must use the magic he knows perfectly. To herself." Princess Angelina currently has only three small magics. In the laboratory, the teacher assists the teacher to pour the light spirits of the beaker, which can make the huge beaker light; the spotlight technique is used to light the alcohol lamp of the alchemy table. , Or sometimes used for lighting at night; cleaning, this is used to clean up the body. Although the clothes of Princess Angelina have been broken and messy in the past two days, in fact, the body is still as smooth as jade, because Princess Angelina secretly secretly rested Used cleaning once for myself.

"Light spirits." Angelina meditated on the spell. This little trick she used countless times, used to be used to experimentally operate instruments. This was the first time she used this magic on her body. Hope it works, Princess Angelina prays. Fortunately, Angelina's running speed was faster. Although she was still not as strong as a blood-red soldier with a grudge, she was able to run for at least one more time and fight for more.

The light of the white magic missile shattered the night, and the light and faint element fluctuations comparable to the stars made all the creatures around here notice. Princess Angelina never thought that the magic missile was launched at night, so beautiful.

Sir Ryan, whose body was stiff and covered with blood on his face, also saw the light not far from the horizon. The blood vessels of Sir Ryan's whole body were damaged to varying degrees after using the secret overdraft. The aorta was burst, and the blood on his face It was all from the blood vessels in Sir Lane's shoulders. Ryan's body lost nearly one-third of his blood volume at this time. The blood vessels lacking in moisturization began to ossify, and muscles were necrotic and stiff under the double stimulation of mystery and grudge. Sir Ryan, who was in his prime, seemed to be quite old at this time. At the moment when he saw the light on the horizon, Sir Lane's expression was lonely and lonely, but immediately, Sir Lane's face became firm and persistent.

Casal watched Ryan's expression change in front of him. He also knew the opponent's decision in front of him and sighed. He intended to give this'knight' a decent way to die.

Sir Ryan inspired the few remaining grudges in his body, his voice hoarse, with a heavy and resolute pace, he rushed towards Casal. Casal, in a blood-red armor, remained motionless, the look under the mask remained unchanged, watching the dark guard captain rush over, and at the moment when the two were about to meet, Casal launched a lance, but the lance did not After crossing Ryan's throat, he pulled it out quickly, and a faint blood arrow spewed out. Sir Ryan insisted on staggering for two steps before falling down.

Locke and Master Sauron were grilling a pheasant sent by the soldiers by the campfire. At this time, it was the meal. The soldiers around in groups of three and two were sitting together and eating their own dinner. Master Sauron casually sat and chatted with a group of squadron leaders. Or an anecdote among the nobles, or the prosperity of the Peters collar, a group of elders was fascinated by the story told by Master Sauron. Master Sauron came to the barracks after the **** battle in Gordon Heights. Before that, he stayed in Peters' collar for a long time, so he was very familiar with Peters' collar.

Locke also listened absent-mindedly. He had heard more than once about what Master Sauron said after mixing with Master Sauron. He had asked Master Sauron to speak, just like other squadron leaders, People of civilian origin generally look forward to and hope for the level they cannot reach. But when I actually got in touch, I realized that it was the same thing. Locke was curious about the squadron leaders having dinner with the baron when he was the squad leader. Now that Locke and the baron have dinner more than once at a table, everyone is eating normally and talking about things. The baron has less impression than he used to Some seriousness, more closeness.

There are a lot of dark clouds tonight, covering the moon that was supposed to emit light, and only some of the stars at the corners are not willing to flash lonely, showing their existence. A meteor was drawn from the mountains in the distance, which attracted Locke’s attention, but the roast chicken in his hand was about to ripen, Locke hurriedly rotated to make the fire more uniform. For several years of field military life, every soldier practiced Barbecue technology.

Wait, meteor draws from the mountain? Locke suddenly looked up. On the horizon, the bright light dissipated in the sky after exhausting all its energy—

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