Shaman from Afar

The sergeant's headless body fell silently to the ground, and the helmeted head rolled to the side.

Silent ...

The smile on the corner of His Royal Highness's mouth became stronger and stronger, as if he saw a wonderful opening audience, waiting patiently for the next performance.

The little wizard clenched his hands tightly, his palms were full of cold sweat; a pretending relaxed side, Isaac clung tightly to the silver ring in his right palm, his eyes never left Loren.

The trial officer's eyes widened, his expression could not be more surprised, his open mouth was speechless, and he kept making "squeaks" and the sound of his throat twitching.

The veteran watching the battle clenched his shoulders tightly, the sneer in the corner of his mouth has turned into a more complicated expression, silent and silent, and the eyes of the godless just seem to have just experienced a nightmare.

The soldiers around the training ground looked at this scene without a word.

A veteran who has served for ten years in the Fortress of Forbidden Mountain, a qualified second-class sergeant, was so easily defeated by a wizard, and he was beheaded with a shield ...

The picture in front of them is beyond their imagination. I can't believe what I saw ... This is a skinny, sorcerer hiding in a tall tower. I still don't know where I came from, with black hair and black face. Eyed devil? !

If he just happened to defeat Sergeant Rican, or after some hard battle to win, maybe they would not be surprised to the point where they are now, but the truth is so cruel.

Only two minutes passed, Sergeant Likan was beheaded and killed by this wizard!

Not only the strength, but also the cruel means ... Even the soldiers of the legion of the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, it was not often seen in the scene just now.

How could this be?

"Why stopped?"

In the center of the field, Loren dropped the shield in his hand lightly, hung the sergeant's sword on his waist, picked up the halberd on the ground, and coldly looked at the officer on the bench:

"The person who just won is me, and this trial is over."

He didn't hurt at all, and he didn't even catch a breath.

The voice of the dark-haired wizard had a strong killing intent, and the officer swallowed and swallowed. He couldn't help glancing to the side, seeing the veteran stare at him equally coldly, and nodded to suggest that he continue.

I am afraid that this duel trial will not be the same as imagined ...

With some trembling, the officer spoke:

"The second round ... the duel trial, start--!"

The opponent this time was a young fortress cavalry. After seeing Sergeant Rican just left, he threw away his excess weapons and armor. He only wore a breastplate and walked into the training ground with a heavy sword.

But this did not make him persevere for more than a minute, and even died faster than Sergeant Rican just now-without the annoying iron shell, Loren did not even need to consider the problem of "breaking defense".

"clang--!"

At the moment of fighting, the young cavalry who was missed was smashed the long sword with his halberd by the dark-haired wizard. The panicked cavalry had no time to dodge, and was suddenly caught by the slammed Loren, and directly fell to the ground , The halberd in his hand fell directly to the ground!

Turn back, push down, raise your arms, lock your throat!

A series of movements are like clouds and water, and the expressionless dark-haired wizard has pressed the back of the cavalry from behind, and his right arm is stuck in his throat!

"Cough cough ... coughing ..." The cavalry of the fortress with blood on his head struggled desperately, his hands clasped to Loren's shoulder in the pain and fear, and his face was full of panic before death. The protruding eyes seem to be falling out!

"Stop ... let go ... let go ... I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

"Do you admit defeat?" The emotionless voice of the dark-haired wizard came from behind, with a bit of contempt: "What are you qualified to 'confess'?"

"Giggle ..." The counter-locked arm slowly exerted force, making the cavalry completely speechless.

This is a trial, a trial in which you have bet on your own life, and the cause is purely due to the rude provocation of your group.

For a problem that can be solved peacefully, you have to make things uncontrollable in the end, unscrupulously cross the border to test the bottom line of others ...

When I was about to die, I knew I was afraid, I knew I was wrong, and I wanted to admit defeat?

What a cheap thing!

No no no no ... You have not learned enough, and you have not paid the price will not understand who can provoke, who can not provoke.

I took the challenge this time!

The elbow continued to exert force, and the cavalry's neck continued to crack bones and muscles.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The cavalry howl with cheeks turned purple, gradually exhausting the last little air.

The creepy voice echoed over the training ground!

"Wait, Loren, Lord Loren—!" The trial officer immediately shouted loudly: "This cavalry has lost its ability to resist, the second trial ..."

"Click--!"

Just before the officer said the word "end", Loren suddenly exerted force on his right hand, breaking the cavalry's neck. The twitching body fell softly into the snow on the training ground.

The officer who opened his mouth didn't say half a word anymore. He was utterly blocked by the cold pair of eyes, staring at his eyes and blocking the last word back.

His body was stiff, but he couldn't help but remember the scene when he was stared at by the monster in the snowstorm in the north, his hands shaking.

He deliberately ...

If you really just want to kill this cavalry, the wizard will be able to break his neck directly at the moment of his uniform. He just deliberately waited until the moment he spoke before starting.

This is an unabashed provocation!

There was still silence. The soldiers in the fortress around the outer circle were silent, but their expressions have obviously changed, and the atmosphere is gradually killing ...

"come……"

Picking up the halberd on the ground, the voice of the dark-haired wizard echoed again over the training ground.

"How did it stop ?!"

"I'm still alive--!"

The veteran holding his shoulders was unmoved, and the nearest legionnaires at several stations couldn't help but squeeze their halberds.

The smile on Brandon's face grew stronger.

That's right, that's it-you think you have to deal with a shaman, a rival who is not worth mentioning.

But you are wrong, and the mistake is terrible, wrong.

My beloved Brother Connold, what kind of fools are you looking for? They also thought that Brandon de Salion would step into this trap-bounded fortress without any preparation. !

You are surrounded by loyal knights, loyal dogs, and minions; and I only have "friends" in exchange for trust and benefits.

This is the difference between the two of us.

Maybe in the past, I can only continue to pretend to be stupid in an unreasonable way?

But really sorry ... after all, we can't go back to the past.

The third round ...

The fourth round ...

The fifth round ...

The trial continued, steel and blood, fighting and screaming, and silence and silence.

The onlookers of the legionnaires were shocked from the beginning to the numbness afterwards, and their dull eyes watched the black-haired wizard continue to use the cleanest means to kill the judges who went to the duel one after another, and even found out Kind of "law".

Three minutes ... This simple time has become a terrible curse-anyone who has the courage to enter the training ground will be killed in three minutes.

Cunning, angry, and courageous ... No one can persist in front of him for more than this time.

The officers on the trial stage had distorted expressions, and their hands and feet were trembling.

He was really scared.

This wizard does not at all look like a wizard. He has a vicious and vicious approach, and his tactics are fast. Even the veterans in the fortress are not his opponents.

If you go on ~ www.readwn.com ~ I'm afraid the result is still the same, but just keep sending veterans under His Royal Highness Connaughter to death!

He was n’t worried about Loren, it ’s a matter of time before this wheel war continues, but in order to kill such a guy, he has to keep killing people ... I ’m afraid that until the end of the trial, these soldiers Someone is ready to kill himself!

The Empire's legions are indeed very loyal, and very few disobediencers appear; but it is one thing to sacrifice for missions and missions, and it is another thing to give up in vain because of the chief's stupid order.

Those dead veterans, they also have their own relationship in the barracks and the fortress, contacts, their friends and dead brothers-only one or two may not need to worry, but if they dare to continue ...

The frightened officer looked sideways again, the veteran stared at him silently, his right thumb gently swiping across his neck, and gave him a vicious look.

"The tenth and tenth round of trials, start--!"

With the complacent screams of the judges, the original standing in the back row, a row of sixteen heavily armed legionnaires, stepped into the training ground.