Path of The Dragonborn

Just as the battle between Jin and Valut with the door was lively and in full swing, the other two groups of battles had already come to an end.

Bulubland obviously underestimated Olivier's strength-when one after another large-scale guided magic that required careful preparation was released by Olivier easily and continuously, it was even scheming and knowledgeable. Broad Brübland also had difficulty approaching him for a while. And Agat guarded from the side and sometimes wandered left and right assault, which also bought Olivier time to fill the EP and replace the circuit. Between the two people's cooperation, even Bulubland can hardly find any flaws, and the two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.

"Is the love you believe in only to this degree?" Although he didn't ask for any cheapness, Bulublan was not forgiving. While driving the thaumaturgy called "Flower Rain", he mocked. It is worth mentioning that the "Flower Rain" is that he used a certain method to turn a small hidden weapon into rose petals. Although beautiful, once it touches it, it will be a wound. As for why it is a rose-think about it. The irony is self-evident in the usual props of the Dalai Preserved Egg when it comes out.

"Funny!" Olivier did not show any weakness. Taking advantage of the moment Agath swept away the rose petals with his sword, he easily found Bulublan on the edge of the platform, pulling the trigger with one hand and several bullets. He whizzed and rushed towards Bulublan, and easily swiped the other hand on the force guide, a light golden light suddenly appeared on Bulublan's head.

"Huh, come again?" Bulubland glanced contemptuously. Although Olivier's magic is strong, he has no decisive means to hurt him. He flicked the cloak first, and the silver-white cloak made of unidentified material swept the guided bullet aside, and then drew thaumatism gracefully, turning his figure away-if everything went well, Olivier's move should have failed again.

In fact, it was almost like that—but just as Bulbullan was satisfied that Olivier’s spells had only scorched the open space there, the sudden, beast-like aura that came from behind made him tolerate. Can't help but look back-if it weren't for the flash, his right hand holding the cane would be chopped off by Agath.

"When... Um..." Although I don't know why-but after dodge, Agath actually appeared next to him, this is the first time. Agath was also unambiguous, and he couldn't make a single sword, just a few more shots. Now that Agat, who has completely gotten rid of his inner demons, has made rapid progress in martial arts, a series of slashes, aggressive, and continuous offensive against Bulubland's lower three lanes. Facing such a fierce and unconfused attack, Bulublan finally showed a rare serious look. He didn't dare to neglect, and tried his best to avoid the thrilling attacks again and again.

After all, Agat is not a master who has mastered the profound meaning, and the number of assaults with the help of opportunities is also limited. More than a dozen knives passed, and Agat's arms wielding the huge sword were also a bit tired. Seeing this, Bulublan gave an elegant and polite smile-although wonderful, but not yet threatening to himself. As long as the moment when the red-haired youth in front of him runs out of strength, he can calmly open a safe distance again. By then, the balance of victory and defeat will be even more inclined to oneself.

"Huh...deserves to be an "executor", even if it is not a melee type, it is like a monster. "However, after growing up, Agat is no longer the stunned man who only knows how to bite the bullet and attack. After realizing that his arm is soft, he knows that the raid has failed. In order to save some strength to continue. Helping the guy Olivier clear the obstacles, he couldn't exhaust all his strength. So after a final slash, Agath stopped his hand and took a step back very simply.

"Huh?" Bulublan was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that the swordsman in front of him who had thought to be very immature had grown to this point. just……

"Although it is a correct judgment, it is a pity that you have wasted too much energy in the continuous attack just now... Next, can you still **** my good opponent?" During the conversation, it had never appeared before. Yes, the ghost needles all over the sky appeared densely in the air-the target is no longer Olivier as always, but Agat who is now a little gasping!

Take advantage of his illness, kill his life-Boulublan is naturally well versed in such tactics. If Agat falls and loses the protection of Agat's great sword, Olivier, who can only use the force gun and force guide, can only be a turtle in the urn, and it will be sooner or later that he will be defeated. It's just that he didn't understand, why didn't the red-haired swordsman in front of him realize his fate of failure? Not only that, but he even put a smile on his mouth?

Wait...a smile?

Bulublan frowned and realized that something was not quite right. What Agath looked at... didn't seem to be him?

With Bulubland's understanding of Olivier-he wants to swear to the leader, he has never imagined the next scene.

"Woo!" The heavy blow from his face made Bulublan breathe out in pain. In fact, in this battle, he was actually hit by someone for the first time, and this was done when Agat was fighting with Bulubland, standing by for a meeting. Olivier!

Although he was only half-hearted, he had never obtained the position of swordsmanship approved by the master-but no one could deny the fact that Olivier had once practiced in "Vanderliu". Although inconspicuous, at this moment, at the moment when Olivier is working hard for his own ideas, it has become in the shadows. Bulubland has counted a lot, but missed a small link— —

The sight went from being obstructed by the mask to becoming clear-this is a direct proof of the fact that the mask was shattered. And the sharp blade that was already close to his throat also truly stated the fact that Olivier had completed the move of "General"!

"Huh... the red-haired swordsman tried his best, not to hurt me, but to focus all my attention on him... But you, who has been restraining remotely, gave me this unexpected The fatal blow...?" Olivier's unexpected blow shattered the mask of "Kai Thief" and also crushed his arrogance. Bulubland throws his stick on the ground at random, signalling surrender.

"Huh...this is the love that can make the fire of hope eternal and immortal, should you feel it?" Olivier was dark and solemn, putting away his weapons, no longer in a guarded form. Bulubland is arrogant by nature, he is almost obsessive and fanatical about his ideas, but at the same time he is also a principled person. After the failure, if you still use the other party's trust and take the opportunity to bite someone, it will make him suffer more than letting him die. Therefore, Olivier will safely let go of all vigilance and guard against him.

"This is the end of the matter, I will just retreat honestly. If you continue to stalk and fight, it will not be beautiful." Bulublan said three words without departing from his own ideas, he waved his hand darkly and complicatedly, and familiarity ignited around him. The rosy brilliance, "But... the "Professor" game has just begun, and your future battles will definitely not be so simple... Please be careful... Huh? "

It seemed that he had discovered something suddenly, Bulublan's still handsome face frowned, and the red circle beside him that meant he was about to transfer through the technique of association disappeared. But his attention was not focused on Olivier—but in the sky.

The figure that was falling rapidly.