"A mutated Dark Demon, it is very sensitive to the movement of the wind, and its speed is so fast that it is impossible to hit it unless it is shot with a strong bow at close range, or you can find the Wind Elf archers, and the arrows they shoot will not cause the wind to flow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The black-robed man smiled bitterly and said, "Finding a Wind Elf Archer is more difficult than finding a Divine Hall student. ”

"Then find more people, bring bows and arrows to scare it away, don't you have to, you don't have to kill it!" Roland thought something strange.

"The dark demon has wisdom, if you don't kill it, it will notify the griffon's nest that other monsters are coming to attack us, and the dark demon has a low-level magic summoning technique, although the summoned ones are some garbage, but batch after batch, even high-star mages can't bear it!"

The ugly voice of the black-robed man was faintly excited.

"You mean, you get its attention, and I take the opportunity to get close and kill it in one blow, don't you?" Roland somewhat understood the other party's combat intentions, and asked.

"Yes, I think in the Golden Fields, only you can do that!"

"After all, you are the first warrior I have ever seen who can resist the negative effects of dark magic and quickly approach the enemy!" The black-robed man secretly flattered Roland in an ugly voice.

"My strength is just average!" Roland didn't want to reveal his identity, so he said lightly.

"Your Excellency is humble." The black-robed man was also a little surprised when he saw that Roland did not have a trace of color, and said, "Can Your Excellency agree to my invitation?" ”

Roland nodded, anyway, he wanted to go out for a walk, since someone invited him, why not do it!

"Since Your Excellency has agreed, it will be much easier to do, now you only need two one-star early stage martial artists, and a Light Priest." In the harsh voice of the black-robed man, there seemed to be a little bit of banter, and Roland felt strange when he heard it.

"Me!"

"I want to join you!"

"My cultivation is about to be promoted to two stars, the squad leader of the Black Spider Mercenary Regiment, I want to join your adventure team!"

More than a dozen roars full of anger sounded at the same time, which startled Roland, and now he finally knew that the black-robed man would have a sense of banter in his voice, there were too many cultivators in the early stage of the first star, and there were more than a dozen in the Divine Hall.

Just when the black-robed man shouted 'Inner Palace Student', all the martial artists in the Divine Hall were attracted by their conversation.

They all knew that there was a hurricane sword in the griffon's nest, and that many adventuring parties had entered the griffon's lair, but they all returned in vain.

"In order to increase the success rate of completing the mission, we need the best warriors, and I don't think anyone will object to this!"

The black-robed man looked at the dozen or so first-stage martial artists crowded in front of him, these cultivators all looked calm and vigorous, and their armor was also shiny, if they were just inferred from their appearance, they really couldn't tell who was stronger.

"Since the four captains of the four mercenary groups are here, then I don't think the others need to join in the fun!"

The black-robed man just glanced at it, and then found four strongmen from it, and the other one-star realm martial artists sighed, and returned to their seats with reluctance and envy.

"We only need two martial artists above the early stage of one star, and the four are not equal in terms of strength or prestige, so I hope that the four of them can have a one-on-one duel, and the two martial artists who win will become our teammates!"

The black-robed man's voice became excited, but it was still hard to hear.

Hearing the black-robed man say this, the eyes of the four squad leaders suddenly became fierce, and there was a faint murderous aura in their eyes when they looked at each other.

Roland looked at the four powerful warriors, walked to the black-robed man, and reminded: "It's not appropriate to do this, in case they are all seriously injured, it will definitely affect our mission!"

"Don't worry, we won't leave until two days later, there are a few priests in the shrine, as long as they don't die on the spot, or break their arms and legs, no matter how serious their injuries are, they can be healed in two days!"

The voice of the black-robed man was easy to mistake him for gloating, giggling.

"This guy is really interesting!" Roland smiled and shook his head, stood aside, and let him decide.

"Your opponent, it's up to you to decide, declare in advance, there is only one Hurricane Sword, and we have two warriors, for this reason, I hope that the two who win will compete again and compete for the ownership of the Hurricane Sword!"

Although the voice of the black-robed man is like pulling a bellows, anyone can hear the banter.

"Your tone is not conducive to teamwork!" Roland felt that this black-robed man was too careless and too individual.

"Quack! It doesn't matter, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many low-level monsters in the griffon's nest, and the martial artists in the early stage of the first star happened to be good at cleaning up garbage, I wouldn't want to find two more human shields that were not very useful. The black-robed man said as a matter of course.

Although his voice was soft, the four squad leaders could still hear it clearly, and their expressions changed dramatically in an instant, if it weren't for the Hurricane Sword, they must have attacked together, this guy definitely has a grudge against the martial artist, Roland thought for sure.

It seems that these four squad leaders have duel experience, and they actually walked out of the temple together and came to the street.

Nearly 100 cultivators in the Divine Hall also came out, forming a large circle in front of the Divine Hall, blocking all the passers-by and carriages.

In the carnival of the cultivators, the two team leaders walked to the center of the circle, each raised the long sword in their hands, the battle aura on their bodies was vigorous, and the bluestone pavement where they were standing actually showed cracks.

The two of them roared loudly, took a step forward, waved their hands forward at the same time, and the two long swords struck each other, making a deafening sound, and the two squad leaders stepped out of four deep pits under their feet.

The scattered battle spirit, carrying the broken stones that jumped up on the ground, hit the audience violently, and many people were caught off guard, and they were actually hit on the head and bleeding.

Roland secretly screamed in his heart, the fighting style of these two is too domineering, even the competition in the ring does not have this momentum.

It's a pity that Roland's excitement only lasted for a few breaths, and he was soon in no mood to watch it anymore, because although the two of them played with amazing momentum, they were slashing each other all the time, back and forth with only those four movements.

Chopping, chopping, chopping, stabbing, there is no discipline at all, not to mention the saying of martial arts, two big men, wearing a suit of armor and holding a long sword, only know how to stand in place and slash, this is the difference between a poor man and a noble cultivator.

Half an hour later, both long swords were cut into crooked scrap metal, and only then did one warrior finally collapse from exhaustion.

Roland was about to fall asleep when he saw it, and the martial artists around him actually watched it with relish, without even blinking his eyes, which made Roland sigh, the gap between Coban and Yelu was too big.

The second duel, Roland was still a little expectant, thinking that it would be different from the first duel, but he didn't expect it to be exactly the same, they all stood still in place, and then the sword and sword slashed, Roland shrugged helplessly, and returned to the shrine to sit.

"Why don't you keep looking, at first Your Excellency still looked very interested!" When the black-robed man saw Roland return to the temple, he also followed.

"Now I finally know why you call them human shields!" Roland chuckled lightly and said, "It's a very vivid analogy, although this shield has a shield thorn, it's just a shield!" ”

"Your Excellency is a student of the Inner Palace of the Divine Hall, so you are naturally different from them!"

The black-robed man sat down opposite Roland and continued, "It's like we dark mages don't like to kill enemies directly, preferring to hide in the shadows and cast spells. ”

"For example, ordinary mages are strong poisons that make people die in an instant, while we dark mages are chronic poisons that make you taste the pain and then die of decay!" The black-robed man's voice suddenly became extremely cold.

"Hmm!" He is worthy of being a mage who cultivates dark magic, and his mentality is really different from that of ordinary cultivators, Roland thought secretly in his heart.