Wizard From Afar

The Wuyue Court, under the cloud canopy tree.

Although the scene of the turmoil has been "cleaned" by the elves who arrived in time, you can still see the traces of residual blood colliding with knives and guns, and trampling on iron boots; being splashed with plasma and infiltrated The soil is extremely soft.

In an unusually weird and solemn atmosphere, all the elves of the entire Mist Moon Court are gathered under the cloud crown tree to form a circle. The center is this blood-stained area, like an Colosseum. Sandy.

Although the Elders have repeatedly emphasized that the two "messengers from afar" were witnessing the "War of Honor" under the common witness of the ancient wood forest, but the elves present were especially the war dancers. Our eyes were still unconcealed with the bleak color, and they were silent among the excited and excited young elves around them.

Like Luca, they did not see a "warrior showdown" on life, honor and position, but the proud ancient wood forest between the empire and the Azores kingdom. Even his own destiny has to be turned into a bet, left to the outsider to decide.

This kind of almost desperate feeling of powerlessness and unspeakable humiliation deeply tortured them...

In the middle of the sand, Midel, standing with his hands holding hands, was humble. With a smile, he took his saber from Luca with a sullen face, and looked at the black hair wizard on the opposite side leisurely, as if he was already holding the winning ticket.

"...Loren, is it really okay?" Ain, who looked worried, stood aside and kept "peying" at the silhouette of the Azores: "The other party is so confident, and The void reaction on my body is also very strong..."

"Don't worry, the so-called'Warrior Way' of the Azores is no longer a secret to me." Loren smiled and waved his hand. Don't worry about the little wizard.

Even more how, Loren would like to try it out himself, what is his level?

In the three years after the end of the Centaur War, although Byrne had almost continued external wars, most of them were small-scale mobilizations and focused on hunting Fiend. Loren’s chances of being able to do it himself were greatly reduced, and almost Never met Martial Goddess Brunhild, Faoda's level opponent.

The only Evil God apostle I encountered was the Dwarf Supreme King, and it was just a puppet Sibei who was used by "Black Cross" Seror to force the dwarves into civil strife. Not even the centaur leader Chakal. .

Middle... This Azorean spirit is the first opponent he has encountered in three years that deserves to be taken seriously.

Even if it is just to clarify the reality of the Azores and to understand what the so-called "warrior way" system is about, Loren must accept this battle.

The most important thing is... why refuse?

He can give the right to choose to the Elders and let them make a decision; but this will involve a certain risk; and even if he agrees, it is likely that this agreement will be caused by internal divisions. It becomes very ineffective.

Middle is right. Killing him (or himself) in front of all the ancient wood forest elves is simply a good way. On the one hand, it cuts off the right to choose the ancient wood forest, and on the other On the one hand, it can also act as a deterrent. Fear... can make "friendship and peace" more unbreakable.

Finally killing the opponent, this difficult character, is tantamount to destroying the plan of the Azores Kingdom (Empire) and gaining more time for oneself.

Three birds with one stone.

At this moment, the restless sand suddenly fell silent.

As a witness of the "War of Honor" and the "temporary representative" recommended by the Elders-Wuyueting Elder walked slowly into the sand, looked at the two separately, and sighed in a low voice. Hidden deep sorrow.

Is the future of the ancient wood forest left to outsiders to decide?

But there is no way. If the ancient wood forest is to decide by itself, no matter which choice it will eventually lead to a split, the originally very loose ancient wood forest will be divided into two, even One is divided into three; blood relatives part ways, and even fight for their respective camps...

Such a scene they absolutely don't want to see.

"Today, we will witness a duel of life and honor between two distinguished guests from afar." Elder's voice echoed under the cloud crown tree:

"May the shining sun bless the unyielding, and the moon that shines forever bless the righteous;"

"May the ancient cloud crown tree give them the courage to face life and death; The wings of the bird in the forest remind them of the belief in their hearts;"

"May the winner win and the loser lose!"

Elder took a deep breath, Some staggered back to the edge of the sand and took over the long spear that symbolized the "war of honor" from Luca, who had a complicated expression.

The moment the tip of the gun fell to the ground was the moment the duel began.

Standing on the spot, Midel breathed in a relaxed manner, and leisurely pulled out the Azores long sword from its sheath; the sharp blade of the sword left two steps in the sun. shadow.

Loren took the long spear "Dragon Tooth" from the little wizard, and walked into the middle of the sand step by step with a solemn expression.

The use of "Dragon Fang" instead of Byrne's Mithril Greatsword "Dawn" is mainly based on two considerations.

First of all, the matchup that night has proved that the opponent's moves are not clear, but they are not afraid of Mithril weapons; in addition, the "Dragon Tooth" is long enough to restrain the "Shadow Sword" sneak attack.

The best way to deal with this kind of enemy who is good at close sneak attacks is to keep a certain distance so that he can't stick to it.

"so that's how it is, use a long weapon to keep a distance from me, so that the formidable power of the folding shadow sword cannot be deployed." Middle lifts the head, smiling and looking at the dragon tooth in Loren's hand :

"But long weapons also have the shortcomings of long weapons, and they cannot be fully deployed within the elbow—have you considered such a problem?"

"No trouble Bother." Loren sneered, unceremoniously heading back: "How the war dancers fight, I will fight how."

"Oh..." Midel's eyes lit up: "I It’s really the first time I heard that some human beings can learn the skills of elves and dancers—it must be a sight more rarely seen than the moon of dawn."

"no no no, no It’s so exaggerated, I’m just good at imitating."

"Your Excellency Loren Torino, you’re kidding again, even if there are humans in this world who can imitate war dancers, they can be counted on one's fingers… I take the liberty to ask, which wizard warrior taught you?"

"Do you want to know?"

"Of course."

"But I don't want to Let you know."

"You really have not changed, you are still so funny..."

The two of them kept going back and forth with one word; After starting a long spear, they took a step back and waited for that moment with dignified eyes.

The quiet shadow of the tree, a green leaf falling in the wind.

Long spear held high above his head, only to see Wuyueting Elder gritted his teeth, as if pouring all his strength into the gun body, and suddenly fell.

Bang——!

The tip of the gun was immersed in the soil and firmly nailed in the sand.

"Duel...began!"

As soon as the voice fell, Middle's eyes changed suddenly.

Falling leaves, divided into two!

The Azores, who was still standing in the same place a moment ago, had raised their swords in the blink of an eye, only five steps away.

The expressionless black hair wizard at a moderate pace, the "Dragon Tooth" spear tip swept across, and forced into Midel's bottom plate with a strong killing intent.

But at that moment, my chest suddenly felt cold.

Not good!

The hands holding the gun were tense, instinctively retracted the dragon teeth that pierced up ahead, and at the same time the head shifted to the right.

"Ding——!"

Almost at the same time as the gun body was retracted, the tip of the gun was up ahead splashed with sparks from the collision of the blades; the long knife pretending to be a stab, only on the right shoulder A knife mark was left on it.

Loren's heartstrings tightened, and without the slightest hesitation, he chose to dodge by sliding, and he completed his defense while turning on "Transcendence Perception".

"Hide well!"

Middle, who calmly took the knife, had a hearty smile, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Good, good, the second confrontation, I can actually see through the trick of the "Shadow Sword"...I still underestimate you."

"But last time we were just a game between friends who watched the moon, this time if you accidentally Slipped'..." With a long tone, the corner of Middle's eyes showed a hint of coldness:

"...But it will really lose your life."

black hair wizard squinted Focusing, the eyes are full of solemnity.

The so-called folding shadow sword... not only makes his sword "longer", but also makes the shadow into substance, becoming the second "Azorean long sword."

In other words, he must deal with the attacks of his two knives at the same time, and one of them attacked in the opposite direction, and even changed the length in an instant because of the different angle of sunlight.

It's...what a disgusting trick.

"Zei Xia doesn't like such despicable tricks, but fighting is like that... Only full of unknowns is fun enough." Middel raised his mouth: "So come on, Lord Loren Torino... …"

"... Surprise me!"

The long knife was raised horizontally and swung towards the black hair wizard like a shadow.

Huh? !

Ranwu’s long knife left three afterimages in the air at the same time—cold to the point of a real killing intent, like three sharp blades of ghosts, attacking itself from the left, center, and right at the same time. Come!

The dazzling blade, even Loren who has turned on "Transcendence Perception" can't tell which one is a feint and which one is the real murderous intention.

Three offensives, which one is true?

Or...his real killer move is hidden in the shadow?

Gritting his teeth, Loren retreated quickly, and the tip of Longfang's spear penetrated from the center of the three afterimages, and took Middle's face straight.

"Clang--!"

The fire was splashing, and the tip of the gun was blocked.

But there is no blade!

The sharp blade can slip past Loren's eyes less than three inches-if he didn't choose to retreat promptly, he would have fallen to the ground at this moment.

"pu chi ——!"

The shadow that flashed past still left a blood mark on Loren's right arm.

"Aiya Aiya, I have already warned you, why do you still make the same mistake?" The sternly brandished Middleman joked cynically: "Where the knife shadow ransacked , It is all my blade."

"No matter the reflection of the sun and the moon...

Or the afterimage left by the visual pause...

To me There is no difference, it's just a sharp blade in his hand."

The expressionless Loren took two steps back, regained his posture, and raised his dragon's teeth.

"The blade lurking in the shadow and the afterimage...the folding shadow sword is such an insidious trick." With the long knife in his hand, the smiling Middel step by step approached, squinting into a seam. There is a thick killing intent in the eyes:

"It is completely inconsistent with the character who likes to fight fair-but there is no way. This is the way of the warrior of cultivation, the killing ghost who manipulates the shadow."

This guy...still so much nonsense.

black hair wizard sighed, this is not the first time he was hit by the enemy frontally, but it was the most sighed.

Fauda, ​​Chakar, Brunhild...even the "Black Cross" Serel, almost suppressed themselves in all aspects, only to obtain a glimmer of survival in the struggle .

The feeling they bring to themselves is like a natural disaster, and they are absolutely victorious in strength and cannot be shaken.

But Midel... is erratic and unpredictable. He can see his silhouette, but he seems to be hiding in the dark, as faintly discernible like a shadow behind him. The horror of seemingly nothing.

Just like what he said to himself-the blade lurking in the afterimage, the killing ghost who manipulates the shadow.

"Clang——!"

The clash of sharp blades came, and the long and narrow blade once again hit the tip of the dragon's teeth without warning.

Loren's arm trembled slightly, and the force from the front end caused the long spear to sink, deviating from the original "track"; the smiling Middel held the knife with both hands, the blade pressed against the gun body of Longfang, Split all the way up!

The light blade is not heavy, but it cleverly suppresses the direction of the dragon's teeth, making Loren unable to drag the gun back.

Life and death are only in an instant!

The moment the blade was about to cut off the wrist, the black hair wizard dodged backwards abruptly, and at the same time, without the slightest hesitation, loosened the "dragon teeth", causing Midel to lose his sword and barely win three steps. The gap.

Three steps...enough!

Loren sliding backwards, slightly raised his left hand.

High-level spell, Torino's fire.

"Boom——!!!"

It was a trembling rumbling sound, and the dazzling golden red burst between the two!

Looking at the raging flames rolling up, a series of exclamations sounded around.

But Midel didn't evade, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the blade in his hand pierced straight into the dazzling fire.

"pu ——!"

Blade light flashed.

The bursting flame, like a soft silk, cut a crack in the center with a flash of afterimage.

Loren stared wide-eyed, completely stunned.

How come?

How could it be...

The fire of Torino...the explosion of flames...

He cut it off!

Too late to react, the black hair wizard immediately slid back and avoided the afterimage of the front door.

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous. If you encounter such a fierce flame, you will be crushed immediately, right?" The golden red fire shines on Midel's face, making his smile a little more hideous. :

"But you seem to forget that the more fierce the flame, the deeper its shadow..."

"And the blade hidden in the shadow, the more Sharp!"