Shaman from Afar

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One No matter how brave and cooperating these Rangers were, they only saw dozens of puppets controlled by the power of the void in the eyes of black-haired wizards.

Even a strong puppet, it is impossible for them to have the cooperation that they once had a tacit understanding. All that remains is the remaining skeleton of the fighting will and the mechanical slowness.

And puppets are not worth being afraid of!

"clang--!"

The gray-blue swordmans passed an arc in the air, and in the violent collision, the "guard" 's halberd broke off!

The guard who lost his weapon instinctively threw away the halberd, raised his shield and raised his right hand to the hilt of his waist; but at that moment, the dark-haired wizard who broke the shield grabbed the hilt with both hands to cut the gold and cut the iron. The momentum, a backhand sword!

"boom!"

The guard's head shattered.

Loren evaded, and the bright silver in his hand had risen while avoiding the tomahawk's hacking; the footsteps turned, and the gray-blue light blazed through an arc in midair, and the tomahawk that fell on was instantly cut!

The bones of the enemy were kicked away to block the stabbed halberd. The black-haired wizard backhanded and slashed the flying gun, and the passing swordmans left only a residual image ...

Then beheaded with a sword!

From the beginning to the end, it is as if the fight is endless like the clouds and the water, and the fact that the two are surrounded by the enemy can still not be covered up.

But what Loren really cares about is the deeper part of the royal city.

I don't know why he always has such a strong hunch that it might happen again.

"clang--!"

The long sword swayed the long-corroded shooting, the sweaty gray pupil again stood behind his black-haired wizard, and he stood firm to block all the enemies from behind.

There are no lapses.

The two back to back slowly raised their swords, but their respective blades did not protect their chests, but stretched straight ahead.

The next second, the two raised their hands almost simultaneously!

"clang!"

The ignited spark burst in mid-air, and the black-haired wizard almost unavoidably flew to the two-handed swordsman who had jumped in place-just at the moment of the collision of the blades, the sword in the hands of the gray pupil stopped the whistling. Shooting.

Feeling the pain from his wrist, the greasy Lusien had already swung his second sword. The cold blade did not stagnate at all, stab at the oncoming Tomahawk.

"puff--!"

Suddenly came the voice, the gray-blue swordmans slashed the tomahawk's waist, and Lucien's long sword pierced the cheek of the two-handed swordsman.

The flowing time seems to have stalled at this moment.

The hands holding the hilt seemed to tremble a little because of excessive excitement, but Lucien's silver-gray pupils could no longer see the slightest fear.

In that indifferent expression, there was the coercion like a hunter.

The round of the offensive round ended, with bones and scattered armor blades everywhere; the surrounding enemies scattered and regrouped again, mechanically arranged into a new formation.

It's like some kind of ... marionette.

Watching the enemies around him approaching again, the expressionless dark-haired wizard slightly raised the corner of his mouth:

"Lucien?"

"Sir Loren?" The gray pupil asked tentatively.

"Just the next round." With a relaxed tone, Loren seemed to say what to eat tonight:

"The next round, we will end up with them."

Cold-faced Lucien crossed his blades, and under his dark blue hair were a pair of murderous eyes:

"Observe."

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Shaking his head desperately, the groggy Isaac crawled out carefully from behind the stone carving, and looked at the bone racks and various weapon armor scattered all over the hall, swallowing hard and swallowing:

"That ... are we safe?-Because a guy like a white-bearded man, I really don't want to know the second one!"

With a chuckle, some tired Loren shrugged his shoulders and looked at the dragon tower still far from the "mountain". The answer was self-evident.

If it is really the same as I guess, from the lost thousand years ago to today, countless people have stepped on Niederhog and have been left here ...

I am afraid they still have a long way to go.

Rangers north, wizards looking for the lost ruins, church knights and devout priests who set foot on the road to salvation ... Maybe when they came here, they never thought that this would be their end.

These unknown heroes who disappeared in "History" without even leaving their names are the enemies they are about to face.

Defeat them so that you can continue on the road they did not finish, just like the dead Rangers just now.

Really ... inexplicably sad, Loren could not help but sneered at himself.

Isaac on the side seemed to have noticed something, raised his eyebrows and looked over: "What is your expression?"

"It's okay, it's just a matter of feeling." Sighing tiredly, Loren, who put away the bright silver, glanced at the gray pupil beside him, and just stopped speaking at his mouth, his expression suddenly dignified.

Lucien, half kneeling on the ground, looked nervous, as if desperately searching for something.

"what happened?"

"I just remembered that if there were two squadrons, there would be one less person here." Gray pupil narrowed his brows. "The trumpeter, the trumpeter in charge is not here!"

Trumpeter?

"Woo ———————— !!!!!!”

At the moment they were stunned, a melodious and heavy horn suddenly sounded from a distance, resembling a dull thunder echoing over the Wangcheng for a long time!

At the next moment, the expressions of the three of them suddenly changed! Almost at the same time, he was looking in the direction of the king city.

The sight is still a pure white piece, but the hall at the foot starts to shake violently, the continuous sound seems to come from all directions, even the elevated promenade behind him begins to crumple!

"What, what is this?"

Isaac was hiding behind the gray pupil almost for the first time, and he grabbed his clothes to let go: "Will it be the same as last time?"

"No, this horn sounds ..." The pale face of Lussin's expression was a bit stiff, and he murmured to answer a arrogant question:

"It is the assembly number of the legion, they are coming towards us!"

"What?!"

Feeling helpless and pale, the two looked at the dark-haired wizard near them at the same time; Loren, who was equally astonished, almost made a composure, and looked at the distant city in the continuous loud noise and vibration:

"Isaac, is there a way ahead?"

"Should, should there be?" At this moment, nervous Isaac was a little bit less confident: "After entering the main entrance, there will be a spiral tower that will allow us to reach the top of the Wangcheng directly-if Luo If the root did n’t lie! "

"What are you waiting for?" Loren once again pulled out the bright silver, and the gray-blue swordmans cut through the sky:

"Breakout--!"

Just as all three were ready, the afterglow of the eyes of the dark-haired wizard with a serious expression suddenly glanced at a bonfire that had been burned out, and it seemed to be the wreckage of decades ago.

Then he watched the other two people and did a very puzzling thing-turned around and walked over, and a "Turin fire" of "Slap!" Lit the campfire.

At the next moment, the dark-haired wizard picked up a corroded epee from the ground and thrust it firmly into the middle of the campfire.

Very good and perfect!

The dark-haired wizard with a small smile looked at the bonfire,

"what are you doing?"

The dumbfounded Isaac looked at each other with the gray pupil ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The expression looked at Loren inexplicably.

"Nothing, this is a very ancient ritual." The serious-looking black-haired wizard looked at the duo standing there:

"Considering the enemies we will face next, I suddenly felt the need to do so!"

"..." Lucien.

Just a few moments later, the continuous sounds have rushed to the face, and dozens of "guards" have brandished various weapons to attack the main entrance!

The gray pupil looked cold, and Isaac, who had not yet figured out the situation, was carried behind his back. The long sword that had been sheathed had penetrated the head of the first enemy!

Nearly at the same time, the gray-blue afterimage passed by, torn the attacking queue straight from the center.

The breakout begins! ! ! ! Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.