Chapter 208: Be a European in the New Year [New Year's Second Update]

PS: I wish you all Europeans in the new year!

The silver-haired young man, holding a huge broad-bladed sword in his hand, suddenly fell from the sky

Seeing the movement in the werewolf's hand, his eyes were split, and he waved the weapon in his hand and beckoned to the werewolf's head

However, the boy's action was still too late, and before his attack could come, Alice, who was close at hand, would be torn apart by the werewolf first

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The cold girl sounded from the sky, still echoing in the air

From the horizon, the dazzling red light had already arrived

In just a moment, the red light pierced the air, passed through the barrier of the blizzard, and came closer

The direction is behind the werewolf, and the target is his heart

Time seemed to freeze in that second

A werewolf who is about to be pierced

The girl who is about to be torn apart

and a teenager who was still in mid-air and was landing

As a legendary werewolf, he clearly perceived the crisis behind him

He had to stop tearing Alice apart if he didn't want to die here for the sake of the two maidens

The attack was already close at hand, the werewolf raised his right foot and gently stepped on the ground, his whole body turned around like a whirlwind, his claws brought a string of green arcs in the air, and grabbed towards the red light, with a contemptuous sneer on his face

"What...... Whatever!"

The claws suddenly emptied, piercing straight through the middle of the red light

A sneer on the corner of his mouth froze on the werewolf's face, and he looked towards his chest with a look of disbelief

There was a huge hole in the chest where the heart used to be, and the edge of the hole kept flowing out, staining the snow-white hair around it

Heart...... Without!

Chest... Pierced!

"What...... Whatever!"

The sharp pain that had been a step too late came to his mind at this time, he lost the beating of his heart, the blood in his whole body stopped flowing, and a strong feeling of weakness filled his body

However, even though the werewolf was hit by the vital point and lost his heart, with the legend's incomparably strong vitality, he still did not die, and there was still the last strength left in his body

Run away or ......

"Ah.................. Woooooooooooo

He raised his head with difficulty, and opened his mouth to let out a series of wolf howls

The wolf howl did not have the anger, bloodlust, mania and killing just now, but with a little sadness and a little unwillingness

Raised his eyes looked at the young man who fell from the sky, looked at the big sword that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and felt a little coolness coming from his neck, which was the young man's murderous gaze

Just when everyone thought that this werewolf who had lost his heart and was desperate to die

Those eyes, which were still bright red even at this time, suddenly shone with an incomparably scarlet light

As a werewolf who has become a legend, his hands are stained with countless blood, and there are countless corpses under him, and his personality is cold and cruel

How could it be, how could it be tied up here, how could it be here to close and die?

Surrounded by enemies?

Badly injured and no longer has a heart?

"Card ...... Card...... Carrot!

The wolf howl in his mouth stopped abruptly, the scarlet tongue flicked from side to side, and a crystal clear ruby-like spular object appeared

"Not good!"

In mid-air, the young man, who had nowhere to borrow, saw the scene in front of him, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly put up the long sword in his hand and blocked it in front of him as a shield

"Huh!?"

After half a bang, the boy had already smashed into the snow, but the imaginary attack that befell him was gone, and he stretched out his head and looked cautiously over there

The werewolf's body was more than four meters tall and still stood on the ground, but unlike just now, the violent, bloodthirsty aura had disappeared from the werewolf's body, no, not only the werewolf's unique aura, but even the breath of life had completely disappeared from the tall body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The werewolf's eyes were dim, his mouth was slightly open, and he maintained the posture he was about to attack just now, his left hand hung down, and the large knife he held in his right hand also fell to the ground.

"Dead!"

In disbelief, Siegmund exclaimed, put away his weapon, and walked forward.

"Don't go over. ā€

Suddenly, a female voice behind him stopped him from moving forward.

"What's wrong?" Miss Skaha?"

Siegmund looked at the warriorwoman galloping from a distance, holding a red spear dripping with blood in her hand, sending a long trail of blood behind her

"That guy was killed by that girl......"

"What...... How is that possible!"

Siegmund was taken aback, and he carefully looked at the two girls who were still hugging each other, their bodies shaking

No matter how you look at it, they are just two ordinary girls who are frightened, if there is any difference, it is that the clothes worn by the girls are wearing a faint dragon power surface that is made of dragon skin

Feeling the puzzled look in Siegmund's eyes, Skaha sighed and turned the spear in his hand to shake the blood off it

"Don't you see, the point of light that revolves around the girl. ā€

"It's a spell book, it's a weapon of wizards, that is, that girl should be a wizard, and she is very strong. ā€

Zigmund then asked a question that made Skaha want to cover his face.

"Wizard...... That one...... Is that what it is?"

Growing up, Siegmund had only seen druids and shamans in Barusenga, and it was the first time he had seen a sorcerer, a spellcaster profession that was widely practiced among humans.

"Well, she's a wizard, a witch. ā€

"She's using a legendary spell called Deathfinger, and she's a legendary witch. ā€

Skaha's words are only half right, Alice is not only a legendary witch, but also a legendary lich who has completed the ritual of transformation into a lich.

"[Death Finger]? That spell isn't ......"

For this famous spell, Siegmund had heard of it slightly.

"That's right, it's legendary magic that can kill absolutely a creature. ā€

The sudden appearance of a cold female voice startled Zygmund

Looking up, Siegmund realized that the two girls who were still hugging each other just now had walked in front of him

Before he knew it, the distance between the two had been shortened to ten meters, his pupils couldn't help shrinking, and his body naturally took on a fighting posture

"Don't be nervous. ā€

The girl who stepped on the snow waved her hand with a calm face

"Thank you for your help, if it weren't for you, maybe we would have died just now. ā€

"Thank you very much. ā€

Qi'er, who was behind, stepped forward, bowed, and said gratefully.

"No...... No, no, no......"

Looking at the delicate and fair face of the girl in front of him, the short-haired young man blushed and looked helpless.

"However, you are also really bold enough to use the magic of [Death Finger] in a situation like that just now. ā€

Skaha interjected, and after glancing at the purple-haired girl behind her, she turned her gaze to Alice.

Although the [Finger of Death] spell is very powerful, what makes it famous is not the ability to absolutely kill the target, but the condition for it to be fully effective.

The effectiveness of this spell depends not on the strength of the caster, not on the accuracy of the spell and gestures, but on whether the target is unlucky enough and whether the caster is lucky enough

If the caster is unlucky, no matter how strong the spell is, the spell will not be unleashed

Conversely, if the caster is unlucky, no matter how strong they are, they will not be able to have an effect on the target, even if the caster is a god, and will not be able to hurt a single hair of the weakest paramecium

In other words, this so-called [Finger of Death] is simply a face-looking magic, if you have a good face, you can second the air every second, and if you have a black face, it is a waste of magical energy.

…… But when it comes to it, when she first learned this magic, Alice was very curious about one thing...... When Lady Luck and the God of Misfortune use [Finger of Death] on each other, who will be lucky and who will be unlucky?

And now, the werewolf is dead, and Alice is still alive, which means that the werewolf is a little less lucky than Alice.

"That's why I want to thank you, don't I? unknown little brother, and Miss Skaha!"

Alice smiled and said.

Skaha didn't care if she was recognized, after all, the red spear in her hand, her pretty face, her red pupils, and her incomparably seductive outfit were still too dazzling, like a bright moon in the dark, attracting the surroundings

"I'm not an unknown little brother...... I am Zigmund, Prince of Barusenger. ā€

Siegmund also broke free from Alice's charm at this time, and he introduced himself loudly.

Barusenga...... Haven't you heard of Siegmund, which means you're here to fight against the army of Atila?"

"Ah, yes, uh......!"

"Sigournie!Sigourney where are you!?"

"Have you ever seen a young girl?"

Siegmund slapped his head hard, he had been paying attention to Alice and the werewolf just now, his mind was full of thoughts of heroes saving beauty, and he didn't throw the idea of why he came here at all.