My Heroic Life

The scene in the field of vision quickly retreated, and Altria, like an arrow from the string, shot straight towards the magic bullet, and at the end of the weeds and trees, she finally saw the figure of the woman.

found it.

Morgan!

The magic power burst out all over, Altria wanted to fight quickly, but Morgan was surrounded by many wood elves. One of the magicians’ characteristics is to focus on protecting themselves, and Morgan is no exception. The defensive forces set up around him even surpassed the offensive forces.

Dozens of rooted pythons intertwined a large brown net and pounced on the king of the blue battle skirt. In their opinion, any creature will be strangled and destroyed under the attack without dead ends, but Altria But not as expected, the light-colored magic fire all over her burned, and the whole person accelerated again.

She knew that there were too many roots in the trees in front of Morgan, and even the holy sword could not cut through the wood barriers formed by the intersecting layers.Altria got up and jumped, stepping on the attacking tree and sprinting towards Morgan. Under the giant net of the tree, she swung a sword to cut out magical matches, and the wooden net that covered the sky shattered under the blow. Burned out.

In the light blue fire, Altria rose to the sky from the wreckage of the trees. She faced Morgan, backhandedly liberating the Holy Sword's Wind King enchantment. Amid the roar of the wind, her figure crossed the sky, dull. The wood elves couldn't react at all.

The figure swooping down like a meteor falling to the ground, Altria swings a sword in the air, the terrifying dynamic vision controls the magical training and accurately cuts the roots blocking the way. Even the tree shield that protects Morgan in a hurry is also caught by Al. Toria's sweeping blow exploded to pieces.

"Morgan!"

The journey in the air came to an end, and Altria adjusted the landing point with the push of magic power, the golden holy sword emitted a brilliant brilliance and smashed straight down towards the platinum blonde witch.

In that upside-down vision, under the brilliance of the holy sword, Altria has approached Morgan for the first time since the fight, and the magician’s defeat seems unquestionable. Morgan’s face has been reflected in her jade eyes. .

It was a calm and indifferent face.

There was no panic, no anger or fear, Morgan just looked at the sword that Altria had fallen from the sky indifferently, and then raised his hand, the silver-white blade reflected light out of thin air.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust splashed everywhere, roaring.

At the moment when the blades crossed, Altria's pupils shrank, and she could clearly feel that the silver blade was like a fish swimming in the water, lightly removing her strength.

The witch holding this sword evaded Altria with the pressure of the blade, and then turned the wrist and raised the tip of the sword, piercing the knight king's chest.

The excessive shock caused Altria to react for a while. She dodged Morgan's sword tip by a few centimeters, and her magical power gushed out and controlled her body to turn laterally away.

Rolling in the air several times, she stretched her body, and the steel boots stepped on the ground to slow down and plowed two deep marks. She raised her head and looked at the Wang sister in disbelief.

"Why? Would I surprise you so much with his swordsmanship?"

Morgan walked closer, with a mocking smile on his face.

"Come on, Arthur, let me see what else you can do."

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Chapter 65—The Fortress

Faced with Morgan's unscrupulous provocation, Altria didn't care too much. She forced herself to calm down, carefully observe the enemy's position, and silently calculate the distance.

Less than ten meters.

Although the attack just now was blocked, Altria did not intend to give up. Facing a magician, even a magician with a certain melee ability, close combat is still a shortcut to victory.

She leaned forward, dragging her sword in like a sprint, and the gale brought by it rolled up the fallen leaves behind her, forming a green vortex.

The golden holy sword was held behind his back, and Altria had to decide the sword move at the moment of the attack. She believed that even if he had learned swordsmanship, Morgan, who was not experienced enough, would still be unable to deal with the blow quickly.

The charge of the Knight King went infinitely, and the distance of ten meters was fleeting. Morgan's expression remained mocking and provocative, as if he had not yet realized the blade of light that was about to be added.

But is this really the case?

Altria waved her arm and cut down, and the holy sword behind her showed a sharp edge. Before Morgan had made any movement, the cutting edge of the sword cut across her legs without hindrance.

No feel!

It seems that the face of the king of knight who has succeeded in one blow has changed. No matter how sharp the holy sword in his hand is, the touch of the slash will still be faithfully fed back, and now, the message from the holy sword is telling her one thing: here Nothing.

At the next moment, the silver spear protruded from Morgan’s chest, piercing with lightning like Altria, who used the old, empty door wide open, and the figure that was pierced after being slashed first melted into the air and gradually disappeared. .

Altria’s rich experience made her take a step back when she noticed something was wrong, and a reasonable judgment saved her life. The unexpected blow of the silver spear only pierced the armor of her body, without hurting her. Her body.

However, the attack of the Silver Spear was only the beginning, followed by a continuous offensive. After the warrior, Morgan's side as a magician began to show excellent offensiveness.

The palm of the hand without a gun was covered by magic power, and the palm of the hand emitted pitch-black rays at the enemy, and the enlisted wood elves turned around to help with the rolling tree tide covering and rolling, and Altria was instantly pinched back and forth.

With the golden blade in contact with the black light, Altria relied on the holy sword and her excellent magic skills to forcibly separate the black rush, but the trees behind her came one after another, she barely avoided most of her wear The penetrating stabbing was still stopped by a wooden python and slammed into the bush.

The vision turned upside down, and Altria's body finally stopped in the sound of the branch breaking. She raised her head and saw the lonely figure of the enchanting girl in front of her.

The majestic black magic in the left hand is burning, and the right hand is holding a silver gun that emits metallic luster. The ferocious python made of trees is gently lying at her feet, and the magic constructed around her is like starlight.

Seeing Morgan like this, Altria was stunned. Although it was only a moment, she actually had a feeling that she had taken it away.

As fierce as a witch, and as magnificent as the Valkyrie, the combination of positive and negative, light and dark, is exactly Morgan Leffey.

Shaking her head, Altria waved away the emotion in her heart. She stared at Morgan and asked her questions involuntarily.

"Sister Wang, although it may be a bit late now, since you have such power, why not protect Britain with me?"

With her eyes widening as she heard the question, Morgan's expression changed for the first time, and she seemed to ask questions like she didn't hear clearly.

"what did you say?"

"Even now, it is not too late. The threat of the fall of civilization is imminent. As long as the victory can be won, the guilt of the rebellion is aside. As long as Sister Wang wants something, even the throne, I can also consider it."

"...Ha, ha ha."

Morgan was silent for a while, and then laughed uncontrollably, and the hand holding the gun held his forehead to cover his expression.

Altria's promise echoed in her ears, what do you want?what is that?

In a brief period of thought, what appeared in his mind was the figure of a man pulling a weak girl.

You can't give what I want, Arthur, it's better to say that you destroyed it with your own hands!

"Arthur, how far do you want to provoke me?"

Morgan put his hands down, the resentment in his eyes was stronger than ever.

"Give me the throne? Oh, I will get what I want, not your charity! As for Britain..."

Her angry expression turned into mockery.