Mount and Blade

"Tsk..."

Selanti quickly used a scimitar to cut off the ignited clothes, and the burns on his skin made him grimace in pain. However, Wenger had already transformed his weapon into a long-handled saber on the tree trunk opposite and dived towards him.

"Bang!!" At this critical moment, Seranti quickly adjusted her posture to her advantage and deftly resisted the blow with her scimitar. However, the demon's power was too strong and she was still knocked away. After going out, I stopped with my back against an old tree.

Seranti wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of her mouth and watched closely the next move of the enemy in front of her. The force of this blow was so terrifying that even his arms were numb for a moment. He could no longer be passively beaten and had to find a way. Fight back.

Seranti's heart beat violently in his chest, and every beat seemed to remind him that his life was hanging by a thread. The skin on his left shoulder felt a sharp pain, which was the mark left by the flames from hell. He held two scimitars tightly in his hands, his thumbs brushing the lines of the handles, ready to counterattack at any time.

Wenger moved very quickly, waving his wings and quickly rushed towards Selanti again. The hellfire wrapped in the saber contained the aura of death, and every swing carried the power to destroy everything. Seranti knew that he must not let this power hit him again, otherwise, he would not have any chance.

His eyes were locked on Wenger's movements, looking for the slightest flaw. Countless fighting techniques flashed through his mind rapidly, and every movement and every breath was calculated. He knew that what he needed was not only strength, but also the wisdom and courage to accurately control every detail.

Wenger launched another attack, and his saber struck Seranti's head like a bolt of black lightning. Seranti's body reacted at the last moment. His body tilted to one side, and the saber almost grazed his cheek, bringing with it a gust of hot wind.

"Now!" Seranti muttered silently in his heart, and his scimitar drew a perfect arc in mid-air, heading straight for Wenger's throat. Like a desperate move, this blow concentrated all his strength.

Wenger's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt a fatal threat. His body was twisted in mid-air, trying to avoid this fatal blow. However, Seranti's blade had touched his skin, leaving a shallow blood mark.

"Ouch!!" Wenger roared, and he pulled out the saber stuck between the old trees. The deadly blade carried the fire and drew a violent curve in the air, trying to cut Seranti into two pieces. Selanti quickly used the surrounding trees as a fulcrum to roll in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the blow.

The two started a fierce duel in the forest where you chased me and I fled. Every attack by Wenger was full of murderous intent, and every dodge by Seranti was full of thrills.

Seranti's breathing became rapid, and his strength was rapidly and violently depleted.

At this moment, Seranti noticed a small movement from Wenger, which was a sign that he was ready to exert force. A glimmer of light flashed in Seranti's eyes. His light and powerful body quickly climbed up a spruce tree through the vines, and rolled in mid-air to perform an action that was almost impossible for humans to complete. It was like a bird. A dexterous feline, and his scimitar struck Wenger's head directly on his shoulders at a weird angle.

However, Wenger seemed to have anticipated all this. He sneered, and almost instantly waved his wings to change the trajectory of his movement and moved behind Seranti. He swung the long-handled saber with his right hand again and slashed towards Seranti's back.

Selanti sensed the danger behind her as soon as her move failed, and rolled on the spot to avoid the blow. He quickly stood up and crossed his swords in front of his chest.

"It's interesting to be able to escape..." Wenger's voice contained a hint of amusement.

Before he finished speaking, Wenger launched another attack, and the saber came like a gust of wind. Seranti had to keep raising the saber to block. The demon's powerful strength instantly made him tired of dealing with it, and he was beaten back by the violent attacks. His arms gradually felt numb, the tiger's mouth was cracked by the shock, and even the ground under his feet had deep marks left by his footsteps.

Suddenly, Wenger caught a flaw in Seranti's body and kicked him in the stomach. In an instant, Seranti's body flew far away like a kite with its string broken.

Seranti fell heavily to the ground, and the intense pain forced him to curl up. Wenger also took the opportunity to rush forward, preparing to give Selanti a fatal blow.

"Whoosh-!"

Suddenly, several chain arrows made of mithril pierced Wenger's right arm and legs, and wrapped around Wenger's limbs at the moment of penetration. The arrows also stretched the grappling hooks below, clinging to them. Embedded in Wenger's flesh and blood, it burned.

"roar!!"

Wenger roared in extreme pain, and at the moment when the mithril burned his body, his huge scarlet eyes felt fear, which would be annihilation from the depths of his soul.

"Xilulu——!!"

The neighing sound of the war horses sounded, and the three silver knights immediately charged from three different directions. The mithril chains in their hands began to pull Wenger's body and flesh crazily.

Wenger suddenly lost control of his body, opened his wings in pain, and tried to flap his wings to escape.

The three silver knights below were obviously overwhelmed by Wenger's struggle, and the horses also began to retreat under his struggle.

"Fire the arrow!!"

Accompanied by Willian's roar, the other two silver knights also spurred their horses and aimed their small crossbows with mithril chains at Wenger's wings.

"Swish--Puff--!!"

As his wings were pierced and entangled, the violent pulling of the warhorse made Wenger completely lose all chances to fly to freedom and was tied to the ground again.

Due to the limitation of the venue, the five warhorses could only keep running in one direction. Wenger screamed in pain, and only his short left arm supported him on the ground.

However, just when everyone thought the situation was settled, Wenger laughed, and his body began to emit a strange blood-red light...

Seranti secretly said in his heart that it was not good. He had seen the devil use this trick from a distance, and he must not let it be released! !

Wenger's laughter echoed in the forest. His saber became even bigger under the reflection of the blood-red light, and the flames on it burned more fiercely. Seranti struggled to get up from the ground. He had to stop Wenger, otherwise everyone would be in danger! !

Seranti took a deep breath and decided to fight to the death. He rushed towards Wenger with all his strength.