Shaman from Afar

Deep in the Valley of Blood, a confrontation is proceeding in a "long and silent" way.

The three thousand Bain knights and the hussars from Boe formed a blockade net on the periphery according to the order of the Duke Baine; once the army of monsters gathered on the **** began to attack, they immediately gave up the blockade and organized a breakthrough.

So, one hour passed, three hours passed ... Thousands of cavalrymen were trapped in a dark valley.

Except for the very few flag-bearing officers ’saddles that carried torches, the valley below was completely dark.

The carrion demons who confronted them were completely beyond the expectations of the cavalry-the monsters stood there motionless, lined up neatly in rows, in almost eighty steps The distance outside is "facing" with them.

The nearest cavalry soldiers can even see the carrion devils groaning like ice cracks, and the rotten and pale body is trembling, like a hyena tied by a rein.

Densely packed, no fewer than tens of thousands of carrion demons surrounded the cavalry, and the two sides continued to confront each other from late evening to late night.

"In other words, do you know it ..."

Staring at the army of unmoving monsters opposite, Lan Malos, the Earl of Lake City, could not help but shudder in the cold wind. "When did they plan to pounce on me ... I mean to attack us?"

"How, why, you can't wait to be eaten by them?" The Count Regal of White Horse Peak who couldn't help mocking was also trembling nonstop. "Eighty Steps ... If they rushed up immediately, we charged There is no time! "

"I know, but I don't want to be frozen to death ... sneeze!" Ramalos couldn't help but sneeze and wiped his nose hard. "Knight ... **** on the way to charge ... sneeze!"

Regrel had lost his strength to roll his eyes. He tightened his cloak and turned his gaze to a spot where someone was coming quickly. "Someone's coming."

Ramallos looked in the direction he pointed to—it was a small cavalry who came from the west position along the edge of the valley towards this side, headed by his very familiar, dark blue hair and gray hair Little man with eyes.

"Lucien, and ... his Legion Hunter?"

At the same time as the Earl of Lake City blurted out, the gray-eyed teenagers running hurriedly rushed in front of them.

"Is Ramalloth, Earl of Lake City, and Lord Regrel?"

"It's us." Slightly frowned Regretel stepped forward and coughed. "Excuse me, can the rear position provide support as soon as possible, and when will the floating city ..."

"Lord Loren, where is Lord Loren now ?!"

Without waiting for him to finish his speech, Lusien directly grabbed Reall's arm and stared at him questioningly.

Regrel, who was suddenly stolen suddenly, shuddered and looked instinctively behind him; the gray pupil who noticed this detail couldn't help but say that the demon hunter behind him ran away.

"Snapped!"

With a muffled sound, Lucien, who was suddenly dragged, turned back and glared at Lanmaros, who was holding his arm, "What do you want to do ?!"

"I don't want anything, but can you be calm and calm ?!" The Earl of Huxin City also stared at him politely. "Tell me, do you think that only you in the world care about the life and death of the Duke?"

The gray pupil who was stolen suddenly had a complexion of red and white, speechless.

"I, I just ..."

"You're just too nervous ... believe me, because we are all in the same mood." Earl Regrell, who spoke slowly, couldn't help glancing at Ramallos.

This guy ... really is a bit different from the bohemian man.

"The situation is very complicated now. Lord Duke is fighting one-on-one with each other, and we are not allowed to intervene in any of us-as you can see, we don't know the current situation at all, but since the dark fog has not dissipated, it should be even Is it good news? "

"Good news ... Yes." Lucian nodded thoughtfully. "Since the state of mind has not been lifted, it means that the battle has not ended, that is to say ..."

"At least the Duke is still alive, otherwise the rabbit will have rushed out to kill us!" Ramallos said in a deep voice.

The three looked at each other with different expressions.

"Then what should we do now?" Lusien said first. "The duel is not over yet. It will take some time for the floating city to restart, and most of the army is taking a break."

Feeling the gaze focused on himself on both sides, Regrell couldn't help glancing at the dark mist that had not dispersed, and said calmly, "Since that is the case, then my suggestion is immediately ... um ?!"

Before the words were finished, a loud noise suddenly came from the dark dome.

"boom----!!!!"

Like a thunderous roar, everyone was shocked.

However, this is not even the end, followed by the gust of wind that rolled up the snow on the flat bottom, soaring into the air; roaring, roaring and swirling around the valley.

The winds hunted, and the valley was full of flying sand and rocks; the cavalry's originally neat and tight formation immediately fell into chaos, and faint shouts and screams could still be heard.

Many "smart" and "experienced" Poe Hach cavalry immediately turned over, pulled the reins and buried themselves in the snow; as a result, the wind blew away the snow within half a minute, and by the way, his clothes were fragmented. All torn into pieces and scattered in the air.

"boom----!!!!"

There was another thunder, deafening.

The screaming wind was getting louder and stronger, almost at a speed that could be noticed by the body, and became more and more violent, as if the entire valley would be torn to pieces by the rolled up hurricane.

"How is this going?!"

Earl Regrell, who was lying on his horse, desperately shouted towards Lucien "Is it the magic used by the Duke, or ... what kind of magic is the elf eagle king?"

"I don't know! This level of power is no longer measurable by magic spells ..." Lusien, who was also surprised, glanced at the sight of Ramalos, who looked up when he looked up dumbfounded. Starry sky.

"What are you looking at?!"

The completely shocked Earl of Lake City didn't say a word, but just pointed at the sky dullly—the dark clouds that covered the Valley of Blood Skeleton turned into a black storm sometime, and there were constant sounds of thunder and thunder.

"boom----!!!!"

Thunder trembles.

"Then ... what the **** is that!"

call---

In the blink of an eye, the three shuddered at the same time, and even a sniff came from the horse underneath; Lucien, who was in front of him, almost fell off his horse.

Twisted, grim, horrible, gagging, numb ...

This ... this feeling is completely crushed by the power of the void, and the fear from the deepest!

Lucien, who was lying on his horse and could not move at all, said silently in shock.

There is no passive one finger, but it is unmovable; tomorrow the color does not change, but the eyes are like a black, the body is like a trembling as if frozen ... These are Lu Sien who has confronted Fanesses. I'm familiar with it, because he had a similar feeling at the time.

But ... this time is different.

Because this time the reaction of the power of the void ... is exactly the same as Lord Loren!

……………………

"you are still alive?"

A slight trembling voice is not enough to describe the King Eagle's surprise at the moment.

Covered with blood, all joints and bones were twisted, and tens of thousands of black fog lances penetrated the whole body of Loren Turin thousands of times ...

At this moment, sitting quietly in the blood, silently lowering his head.

No no no ... these are not the key.

The key point is that I just felt his void power collapse completely, the consciousness dissipated to a negligible level, but now ... but completely appeared in front of myself.

And he was unharmed, and he didn't even feel any weakening of his void response-it was himself, because there was a reduction in the series of battles just now.

"You ... why are you alive?"

The eagle Wang Tieqing's face twitched even his pupils.

Loren Turin, who lowered his head, frowned, seemed to be thinking about it, and ignored him completely.

"Snapped!"

With a snap of his fingers, the black mist surrounding the body of the eagle king condensed and turned into a long shot hitting the body of the black-haired wizard.

Penetrate the head, twist the neck, smash the joints, tear the flesh, dig out the internal organs ...

In a blink of an eye, the King of Eagles tore the dark-haired wizard into a flesh again.

then……

In the blink of an eye, Loren Turin was still sitting in front of him intact, bowing his head in confusion.

"impossible!"

The expression of the eagle king is extremely ugly, and the long knife in his right hand points to the face of the dark-haired wizard. "How did you, how did you do this? Is this ... it is the ability of the stranger's special constitution, Say some kind of wizard's high-level curse ?! "

"No, no, even a certain spell is just a manifestation of the power of the void. Your power of the void has been completely suppressed by me, it is impossible ..."

"Does it mean that I have been in your fantasy since the beginning, and all I feel now is the illusion you designed ?!"

"Tell me, tell me how did you hide your power of emptiness and consciousness, and how did you resurrect your body again and again ?!"

This time, the dark-haired wizard seemed to finally hear his voice, and his eyes were drowsy, and the eagle king, who was extremely nervous, almost stared at him.

why?

Hmm ... I do n’t know. Actually, if you try it again, maybe you can try it a few more times ... Got it?

The dark-haired wizard didn't speak, and his eyes blinked on the innocent expression, and this sentence appeared in the mind of the eagle king.

The shocked eagle king raised his trembling right hand and pointed the blade of the knife at the top of Loren's head.

Loren Turin, who didn't change his face, neither took the initiative to greet him nor avoided it deliberately, so he looked at the sharp blade like this.

"puff!"

At the next moment, the Mithril Long Sword pierced the face of the dark-haired wizard and dyed half of the body of the Eagle King red.

"Poof!"

The long knife waved again, and the broken cross-section of the neck left only half of the invisible blood and flesh.

There was no trace of blood on the sharp blade.

"Hoo ... Hoo ... Hoo ..."

There was a big gasp, and the Eagle King stared at the dead body in front of him without blinking his eyes, watching "It" began to cramp, twitching, and gradually cold as the blood spewed out, becoming extremely strange.

But he still did not relax his vigilance, resisting the urge to close his eyes, staring at him motionlessly.

The void reaction has begun to dissipate, and the existence of consciousness has gradually become blurred.

Indeed, Loren Turin is dead, and he is not wrong. He was killed by himself.

But why ...

Suddenly the eagle king suddenly realized that he turned his attention to the Azore sword in his hand.

By the way, almost all elf warrior sabers have mitral silver ingredients, at least the blade is mitral silver; and their own sabers are all forged by mitral silver-in this world, only mitral silver has the power to the void Inflict substantial damage.

So no matter what trick he plays, as long as he does not escape from the limitations of the void, he will be able to be injured by Mithril weapons!

That's right, that's it!

Looking at the blade soaked with sticky plasma in his hand, the Eagle King's overly tense and stiff face showed a twisted smile.

The body shivered involuntarily, causing him to blink his eyes instinctively.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he suddenly had a terrible urge.

The blood-stained blade blocked the line of sight, and the eagle king, who didn't know what he was afraid of, was trembling and moved the blade up a little bit.

First, the legs;

Then, the torso;

Followed by a neck;

At last……

The Eagle King's pupils shrank suddenly.

The head ... Lorren Turin's head was placed intact on his neck; the disgusting face was smiling towards himself.

In the eyes of the eagle king, that smile is no less than that of the devil!

Do not! He is the devil! It's the devil! It is a devil that cannot be killed outright!

"why--?!!!"

The eagle king hysterically roared ~ www.readwn.com ~ as if this was the only way to restrain inner fear.

"Why ... well, there are many reasons, but you only need to know one is enough."

Smiling, the dark-haired wizard spoke softly

"Because your power of the void is far below me-so, no matter how many opportunities you are given, the power of your void can't see me, touch me, and kill me."

The shocked eagle king trembled, as if motionless as if he was attacked by anger.

"Well, it seems that you do n’t understand what I mean, then I will explain it to you carefully-your power of the void, even a small part of the power of the void you borrowed from the four evil gods , Below me, so I ca n’t hurt me. "

"Dear Eagle King, you are under me; do you understand? Do you want me to say it again?"

"You ... under me."