Although they have been attacked by the goats, they have not suffered any casualties so far, and they have only limited our movement with their blades, and do not seem to have the intention of killing us, so what is their purpose? There should be room for negotiation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I dodged the blade of one goatman sideways, then leaped backwards with a small step to dodge the combined attack of the other two. The goatmen's movements are clean and neat, and each attack will have a companion responsible for covering, and cooperate with each other tacitly, which should be the effect of long-term training and running-in, and it is indeed not something that the goblin kobold can match these casual monsters. But it's impossible to beat me.

How can you take advantage of such a rare sparring opportunity, just to become proficient in the combat skills that you have practiced hard. With a swing of the scimitar in my hand, I blocked a goatman from slashing from top to bottom, and I was mentally ready for hand-to-hand combat.

Although it was hand-to-hand combat, it still did the corresponding auxiliary work in order to be foolproof.

Support Magic - Swift Blessing, Strength Boost, Frost Armor.

In an instant, he released a triple magic on his body, and under the effect of the frost armor, the surface of his body emitted a blue light like crystal, and the rapidly spreading cold qi formed an invisible sphere with a radius of about one meter, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the ground at his feet.

Now it's my turn to attack!

My feet bent back slightly, and then I charged forward, my speed further boosted by the magic of swift blessing. The five goatmen on the opposite side sensed my intentions and tried to stop my charge with their swords, but they couldn't keep up at all, and the moment they raised their scimitars, I was already in front of them, and a circular white trail bloomed like flowers.

I deliberately aimed at the non-lethal parts of my hands and feet, but while wielding the blade, I also added cold damage, and the cold air invaded their bodies along the wound, slowing down the body's various functions, so that the five goatmen fell to the ground one after another, unconscious.

It turned out to be even better than I expected.

Just as the five goatmen fell to the ground, I had already jumped into the midst of the dozen goatmen who were in a defensive position behind them, the sword light flowed, cold as frost, and the goatmen around them showed an expression of incredible surprise, but all they could do was this, and their bodies fell straight down before they could make any resistance, completely engulfed by the endless darkness beneath them.

The crackling and crackling sound of the branches of the trees burning in the flames was the only sound at the moment, and both the monsters following me and the remaining goatmen were as still as statues as they were, and the silence around them was eerily quiet.

Where their eyes met, stood a terrifying figure, the white Grim Reaper that had descended into the night.

Although, this statement is just my own narcissistic idea.

After a brief encounter, it would have been more appropriate to call it a one-sided ravage, and there were no more standing creatures around me, and only the leader of the forty or so goatmen who surrounded me was the leader with the white totem.

I lifted my hollow eyes to look at it, and though I was some distance away, I could still read the horror in its dark yellow eyes. Indeed, after witnessing a power that is not at the same level as oneself, anyone will have feelings of fear.

Then now is the perfect time to negotiate.

"First time we met, I'm Kilgaru, goatman, if you lay down your arms and surrender now, I can make you my subordinates, otherwise there is only one way to die!"

I unleashed the magic of psychic communication, trying to express the majesty of my voice.

In terms of strength alone, I have an absolute advantage, and of course I can choose to turn the leader into a prisoner, but in this case, I am afraid that there will be a lot of war in the future, and we do not have a cell that can be used to hold prisoners, so it is best to negotiate a problem. And, as it stands, the goatmen have no choice but to accept my offer. If the goatmen are successfully brought under their command, there is definitely a fundamental difference compared to the current motley army dominated by goblins and kobolds. What's more, they are familiar with their surroundings, which saves me a lot of time investigating.

I'm a genius!

But imagination is always better than reality, and it turns out that I still underestimate the goatman in front of me.

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"The warriors of the Moonblade will never surrender! I, Aceres-Moonblade, challenge you! Acereth swung his scimitar twice and took an offensive stance.

This decision was not made because of how confident it was in its own strength, on the contrary, after witnessing the previous battle, it fully understood that it had no chance of winning, and that there was an absolutely insurmountable gap between itself and its opponent, that is, the gap between the absolute strong and the absolutely weak.

It would be wise to accept the skeleton's offer for the sake of survival, but Ethreth had a reason to fight to the end even if he sacrificed his life.

I thought it was just a skeleton soldier and didn't need to care too much, but I didn't expect it to be such a result, it turned out that we were the prey.

A self-deprecating, bitter smile appeared on the corner of Aceres' mouth, and when death was a foregone conclusion, his heart became much lighter, and he took a deep breath, the air with a faint earthy smell, an incomparably familiar smell.

With a slow breath, saying a final goodbye to everything that had accompanied him as he grew up, Ace Race charged towards the skull that was constantly releasing cold air as fast as he could.

No matter what, you have to buy time! Father, please give me strength!

Instantly narrowed the distance between it and its opponent, but the skeleton in front of it did not dodge in the slightest, its empty eyes were as deep as the night around it, and it couldn't read any emotion from it, was that the arrogance of being an absolute powerhouse?

Acereth didn't have time to think about it, it knew very well that this was a battle with a huge disparity in strength, and that it was pointless for the weaker side to retain any strength, and that there was only a chance of survival if it was taken by surprise and using all its strength at the beginning.

At the same time as he unleashed a horizontal slash, Aceles unleashed a martial art, the Shadow Kill, a technique that uses extreme speed to go around behind the opponent and launch a sneak attack. Because it can increase the speed of the body to the limit in a short period of time, it will create a mirror image in front of the opponent's eyes under the influence of visual residues, making the opponent mistakenly think that the person who launched the martial art is still in front of him, and it is almost impossible to dodge. However, it is also fatal to physical consumption, so such a skill cannot be used a second time in a day, which means that this blow is the strongest attack that poured all of Aceres' hopes for!

The skeleton raised its arm to block the mirror's horizontal slash, and it didn't seem to be recognized, and Acereth couldn't help but flash a flash of joy in the corner of his eye, but it was not the time to relax, it locked onto the skeleton's head and quickly stabbed the blade in his hand.

Combined Martial Arts - Backstab Raid!

It is a move that concentrates the strength of the whole body on the arm to maximize the penetration of the blade.

Due to the previous "Shadow Kill" has overloaded the muscles of the whole body, in such a state, forcing another martial art that requires the muscles to operate at a high load, "Backstab Raid", will undoubtedly cause great damage to the muscles of the arm, in fact, at this moment, the muscles of Aceres's right hand have been broken, and the blood that bursts out covers the entire arm like a layer of red mist.

Absolutely, absolutely!

Acereth fought through the sharp pain in his right arm, almost screaming inwardly.

The prayer seemed to work, and the blade of his right hand pierced the skeleton's head like lightning, leaving a bright trail in the night sky.

Did it succeed?

Although at first he didn't expect to be able to hit with a single hit, but was ready to die, after the actual hit, Acereth still felt a cheer in his heart.

It's just that this joy crumbles after a second.

"Even I can barely dodge, it's really a dangerous move." A deep voice came from behind the goatman, and the skeletal figure in front of him disappeared without a trace, the blade fell from Aceles's right hand, and the right hand that trembled violently was completely paralyzed, even if it was impossible to do such an action as clenching the blade.

Is it a martial art similar to Shadow Kill? Damn!

Although the slightest movement would cause the muscles all over his body to ache, Ace Rose gritted his teeth and jumped a few quick steps in the opposite direction of the sound to avoid being attacked from behind, which is an excellent instinct of a warrior.

No, it's not enough, I can't lose yet!

With an unbelievable tenacity of will, he struggled to regain control of his body that was about to lose consciousness, and Acereth placed the blade of his left hand across his chest. Although it had already guessed what kind of picture would appear behind it, when it really saw the pale figure that emitted a blue-white light and was like a nightmare in the dark night, its heart still sank down as if frozen.

"Are you really not thinking about my offer anymore?" The skeleton looked at it with lifeless dark eyes, a black hole deeper than the night, trying to devour all life.

The night wind tore at Essress's body like a poisonous snake, as if even the incomparably vigorous bonfire burning not far away had lost its temperature, and Aceres couldn't help but shiver, it couldn't tell whether this chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow came from the skeleton in front of him or from its heart.

Maybe it would be better to accept the skeleton's offer.

The instinct to survive caused Ace to waver for a moment, but eventually it uttered words that were inconsistent with his inner activity.

"I refuse!"

"That's a pity." Although he said regret, the skeleton's voice did not carry the slightest pity.

"Don't underestimate me," Acereth roared and rushed at the skeleton, the pain slowing its movements, the blade it swung with all its might was bounced off by the shield formed by the cold air, and even then, it repeated the swing again and again like a machine, until its left hand was soaked in blood, and its trembling fingers could no longer hold the hilt.

That's it.

I'm sorry, father, I'm sorry, everyone, I'm still too weak.

Aceress finally used all of his strength, and it fell to its knees, feeling its soul drift away.

Just as Acereth was about to fall, a trumpet suddenly sounded, like ripples in the water, echoing throughout the valley from near and far.

A smile tugged at the corners of Aceres' mouth, and the pain in her body seemed to be taken away by the sound of the horn, and she regained her courage.

"The Fog of War!" Out of nowhere, Aceresz's already shaky body suddenly stood up, holding a crystal in its hand, a magic energy crystal that stored the power of magic. As the crystal shattered, the magic was released, and the thick fog that formed in an instant made the ignorant night even darker, and the vision was useless at this moment.

Kirgaru radiates his magic in all directions, painting images of things within a kilometer radius like radar. He sensed that the goats were retreating, and at the same time he sensed that his subordinates were not harmed, although they no longer had hearts, but his heart was still impressed by the tenacious will of the goatmen, so he did not pursue their retreat.

The fog had cleared for a few minutes, the glow of the campfire still glowing warmly, and the goatmen's troops had vanished without a trace, as if they had never been there before.

No, no, there was a goat-man who stayed.

Kirgaru disarmed his defensive spell and crouched down in front of Aceles, though he wasn't sure if the goatman in front of him was still alive, but there was no doubt that it was no longer capable of attacking.

Just as Kilgaru was crouching down, the goat slowly raised his fist, which was already clenched, and attacked, no, such a weak force could no longer be considered an attack, it could only be said to be a light touch. The bloodied palm left a crimson mark on Kilgaru's leg before falling heavily to the ground.

"Does the remnant of consciousness still want to fight? You are a good fighter! ”

Kilgaru sighed as he looked at the goat-man lying in front of him, who was completely unconscious, and he opened his palms and unleashed healing magic.