Duke of Grief

Looking at the fierce battle ahead, Viscount Gul silently opened a magic scroll. &1t;/

The knight is too strong, and one person can fight against the three vans. Although his equipment occupies a great advantage, he also said that he is not good at melee. &1t;/

I will not mention this sentence for a while. If he is still not good at melee combat, then not many people in this world are good at melee combat. &1t;/

Even with the help of equipment, one person can face the three ordinary siege, which is also very powerful. His army is temporarily unable to regroup, and the two beasts are also unexpectedly powerful and cunning, so he only took action in person. . &1t;/

If it weren't for the three knights of the Gul family this time, then the family might suffer. &1t;/

It was indeed a good idea to force the debate before and call them back for a meeting! &1t;/

Viscount Gul activates the magic scroll in his hand, the rune written on the scroll flashes, and a rootless fire suddenly ignites, instantly burning the scroll that Viscount Gul held in front of him, and the scroll turns into Fly ash and condense in his palm. &1t;/

The magic and elements around him were dragged into the palm of Viscount Gul, and then several silver-blue arcs began to jump in front of him. &1t;/

咻——&1t;/

The sound of the breaking wind rang in his ears, but Viscount Gul had a slightly raised corner of his mouth and looked at Yildirim on the other side. &1t;/

The arrow that could break the magic fell on the shield in front of him, and the shield shattered suddenly. &1t;/

After the shield broke, the strong wind blew up the silk and robe of Viscount Gul, but he didn't care and raised his left hand, pointing at the elf. &1t;/

The electric light was transformed into a spear according to his will, and the winding arc penetrated the air, leaving a burning smell on the way, and it appeared in front of Yildirim in the blink of an eye. &1t;/

——! &1t;/

The elf tumbled on the spot, and a flash of lightning fell on the ground, exploding a slate floor into a pothole, and some of the splashed wet mud fell on him, making him look awkward. &1t;/

With a kick, Yildirim rushed into the front hall, but in front of him, Viscount Gul broke two magic scrolls at the same time! &1t;/

The glory of magic flashed in the eyes of the elf, and the arc reappeared beside Viscount Gul, circling and guarding him. &1t;/

——! &1t;/

The flame condensed in the hands of Viscount Gul and condensed into a sphere. The light of the fireball reflected the handsome noble's face. &1t;/

——! &1t;/

The Viscount Gul had raised the fireball in his hand, but the elf who was about to rush in front of him bounced from the ground, turned his body in the air, and passed over the head of the Viscount Gul, hooking it on the ceiling of the lobby. The chandelier stood firmly on the ground and pulled away the bow in his hand. &1t;/

The noble threw the fireball held high in his hand, and at the same time took out a piece of leather from the waist material bag and began to recite the mantra. &1t;/

Yildirim jumped off the chandelier and watched the fireball pass him, landing on the chandelier behind him, causing a violent explosion. &1t;/

The hot wind swept from behind him, but that was exactly what he wanted! &1t;/

The body stretched in the air, and the elf pointed the arrow at the noble below, and then shot an arrow. &1t;/

The leather disappeared in the hands of Viscount Gul, an invisible force field quietly condensed around him, and he stepped back a few steps, watching the arrow pierce and nail it to the ground. &1t;/

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, Viscount Gul patted his robe, and raised his head to show a smile to the fairy in the air. &1t;/

"You lost!" he said softly. &1t;/

Seeing this, Yildirim was startled. &1t;/

Then an arrow suddenly flew from a distance, penetrated his shoulder, and took him to a support column in the front hall, nailing him **** it. &1t;/

Here is not the woodland he is familiar with! &1t;/

The back and head hit the column of the support column fiercely, severe pain came from the shoulder, and the strong bow slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. &1t;/

Yildirim gritted his teeth tightly, but sweat dripping could not help but keep coming out. &1t;/

He was hanging in the air like this, and his legs were unable to hang down. He wanted to raise his hand to pull out the arrow, but his body had no strength. &1t;/

After observing his'trophy', Viscount Gul glanced at the chandelier on the ground, snorted coldly, and looked back. &1t;/

There were actually only two people, even if the knight was able to fight the siege of three fans at the beginning? Can he fight attrition? &1t;/

Viscount Gul thought so, he thought he had won! &1t;/

However, when he looked back, the proud smile had not stiffened for a long time before he froze his face. &1t;/

The warrior and the shield bearer have fallen to the ground, leaving only the power to exhale--&1t;/

The warrior leaned on the giant sword, leaned half on his knees and fell to the ground, blood gurgled from the scar on his chest, and the shield-holder was already lying on the ground. The shield also shattered, and his life and death were unknown. &1t;/

"Wow!" &1t;/

The Lund Knight whistled and let the two horses close. &1t;/

Viscount Gul looked woodenly farther away, and his soldiers had nowhere to go. At this time, the few people who were lying on the ground could not move, and the rest did not know where they had gone. &1t;/

The three Fans of the Gul family now have only one archer hidden in the dark, and the army is directly defeated-by two horses? Two beasts? ! &1t;/

For a moment, Viscount Gul raised his head and gritted his teeth at the knight who was slowly approaching him. &1t;/

His body was shaking, because of anger, but also because of fear! &1t;/

"...What the **** do you want to do?!" Viscount Gul shivered. &1t;/

The Lund Knight suddenly turned around and split the arrow from the blast into two halves. &1t;/

From start to finish, the hidden shooter did not cause him any damage, even scratching his armor. &1t;/

"Don't we say it at the beginning?" &1t;/

A rift extended from the left shoulder to the chest, and the armor on the Lund Knight was split, but the inner armor was still not damaged. &1t;/

"We are here to save the tribe of Yildirim." The knight of Lund jumped up, slashing the arrow with a sword, and then pulled the elf from the support column. &1t;/

"That is, the so-called "Elf Slave"!" &1t;/

His voice was indifferent, as if without a trace of emotion. Viscount Gul looked at the knight's eyes like an eagle falcon, and his heart shivered. &1t;/

"...Just because of this?" Viscount Gul asked with a twisted face, gritted his teeth. &1t;/

"Of course, otherwise we won't appear here~www.wuxiaspot.com~Lund Knight glanced at him, sneered, and shook his head: "Relax, I won't kill you, this time our purpose Not for killing, but nobles like you, although some die without repentance, are also a good noble. "&1t;/

"Tell me, where is the room where your elf slaves are housed?" &1t;/

Viscount Gul glared, "You -" &1t;/

"Don't delay the time, it's useless! The shooter will not show up anymore!" Knight Knight snorted. "He has understood the gap between him and me. He can't hurt me. Tell me, Then we leave here!"&1t;/

Hearing the words, Viscount Gul froze in place. &1t;/

The young and handsome noble was pale, and his mind was chaotic. &1t;/

"Young Master..." &1t;/

There was a whisper behind him, and Viscount Gul turned back and saw his butler standing outside the gate with his waist and belly covered, his face full of pleading, "Young Master..."&1t;/

Then, his eyes crossed the chaotic ‘battlefield’. Apart from the two restless horses still standing upright, the rest of them could no longer stand up. &1t;/

Seeing this, Viscount Gul suddenly smirked: "Oh, what have I done..." &1t;/

Obviously, he doesn't like that elf slave very much...&1t;/

The glory of the family? &1t;/

It's all gone now! &1t;/

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