As Murphy left the Dwarven Master Blacksmith's shop, a shadow seemed to flash in the shadows outside the shop, and then everything fell silent.

Murphy couldn't put it down, playing with the staff in his hand.

"It seems that the original staff can be sold, and it can barely get back to its original value. ”

In his room, Murphy rubbed the Forbidden Staff, wondering if he should sell it.

The original staff was given to him by the king before he set out, and it was also an extraordinary one.

He took out the staff and placed it next to the Forbidden Staff.

Although it is a beginner staff, with his current strength as a first-level mage, this staff can definitely greatly improve his spell casting ability, but it is somewhat dwarfed by the Forbidden Magic Staff.

That staff was a complete for him right now.

"However, even if it is a chicken rib, it still can't be sold, and you have to use it to hide your secret from the influence of the forbidden demon iron. In the end, Murphy decided not to sell.

Just when Murphy was having a headache with Murphy about whether to sell his staff to regain blood, the Archduke of the Rhine also received first-hand news from the Shadow Army.

"The Iron of the Forbidden Demon Forges a Staff, are you right?" the Grand Duke of the Rhine looked at the man in black in surprise.

"True, Your Excellency. The man in black nodded heavily.

"This kid has no problem with his brain, right? Andrew, that guy really made it for him without asking? This is not like his character. ”

The Grand Duke of the Rhine was a little depressed, he knew that the dwarf Andrew, who was an out-and-out old stubborn who never engaged in those vain ornaments, would make an exception to create a useless staff this time?

"Could it be that this staff can really be used?" said such a bizarre idea in the mind of Grand Duke Rhine, but he quickly dispelled it.

After all, I've never heard of a mage who isn't affected by the Iron of the Forbidden Demons.

"Go down first, don't get too close to the prince, or you might be discovered. ”

"Yes. ”

Three days later.

Murphy's troops had been resting in the Rhine for a full week, and it was time to start again.

Eighty-seven knights, dressed in bright silver plate armor, rode tall horses, and the Cyrus family crest with a wolf's head and iron shield on their chests shone brightly.

Murphy rode a horse to stand in the Chinese army, protected by the warriors, and the Forbidden Wand was tied to the heavy bag on the side of the warhorse, constantly escaping the forbidden effect outward.

This also caused the three mages in the army and a newly recruited elven druid to stay away from him, as the magic in his body would be weakened if he came within ten meters of him.

Murphy was also helpless about this, so he put the staff in the carriage and handed it over to Philip for safekeeping, and he picked up the original staff.

"The whole army obeys the order!

With Simon's order, the whole team marched to the north.

At the same time, on the southern frontier, ten kilometers outside Fort Rutherland.

"Bastard! After a week of fighting, you haven't taken the West Mountain Heights, what are you all doing to eat?!"

Tulang angrily swung his knife and slashed at the table, and with a "click", the table broke in response.

The generals standing in two rows below were submissive and did not dare to squeak, for fear that Tulang would immediately draw a lucky person and cut off his head.

Suddenly, a powerful momentum oppressed the audience, and everyone, including Toro, was directly overwhelmed by this momentum.

A tall orc with a height of two meters and six fell from the sky and smashed the big tent of the Chinese army, the person who came was bare-chested, covered with scars, the cyan muscles contained explosive power, and the thirty-centimeter-long fangs exuded a dangerous aura, and the person who came was the "fist ghost" Paparoni Yanxiong.

"Lord Puncher, you're here!" said Torou with a smile on his face as he approached Paparoni.

"Hmph! I won't come again, the enemy will attack our hometown!" Paparoni snorted coldly, so frightened that Tulang and the generals quickly knelt on the ground and confessed.

"Damn, the subordinates have not taken back the Xishan Heights until now, resulting in the army's advance being hindered by trebuchets on the heights. "Tulang was ready to appease Paparoni's anger with death as an apology.

"The situation in the West Mountain Heights, I have already found out, it is because the old Norman guy made a move, and it is normal that you can't stop it. Paparoni shook his head, his palms facing upward, and motioned for Tullang to stand up and speak.

"The Norman Duke of the human race has made a move?!

Tulang and the generals looked at each other, if it was the Norman duke, then the responsibility for losing the West Mountain Heights should not be borne by them.

A life was saved!

"It doesn't matter, since he dares to reach out, he must be prepared for his hand to be chopped off. Paparoni hugged his shoulders and sneered.

......

The battle on the front line was as brutal as ever, with reinforcements from both sides coming in from the rear.

Soon, the small plain outside the fortress of Russelan was stained red with blood.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, bleeding and drifting.

During the truce, large numbers of vultures and scavengers come here for a feast.

However, no vulture herd dares to appear here today.

The soldiers on both sides also stayed in their respective camps, nervously looking at the center of the battlefield in the distance.

I saw that on the battlefield, a tall orc and two humans were facing each other a hundred meters apart.

It was the "Fist Ghost" Paparoni and the two dukes.

"Paparoni, according to the agreement, high-end combat power is not allowed to appear on low-level battlefields, why did you brazenly kill two hundred soldiers of our army?"

Finally, Duke Lowell was the first to break the silence and glared at Paparoni.

Before the two arrived, Paparoni slaughtered more than forty knights of the third and fourth ranks, as well as a team of more than one hundred and fifty second-class soldiers. The average combat strength of the human army was seriously damaged, and the two dukes trembled all over.

"Phew! Humans are really good at reversing black and white, and it is obvious that he Norman was the first to slaughter the Xishan Highlands that originally belonged to our army. ”

Hearing Duke Lowell's words, the "Boxer" Paparoni was furious on the spot.

"You're a bloody squirt, what evidence do you have to prove that Norman made a move? In our opinion, you are the one who broke the rules, and we still need to get justice from you!"

Duke Lowell also replied without showing weakness.

For you humans, the best way to communicate is with your fists!"

Paparoni didn't expect the unfamiliar sixth-level powerhouse in front of him to be so slippery, and immediately decided to make a move.

I'm afraid that if I continue to talk about it, my own justification will become unreasonable.

"Flame Punch!"

Paparoni jumped and swung his fist, silently reciting the name of the move in his heart, and the flames on the iron fist suddenly churned.

From the perspective of the two Lowells, Paparoni was like a god descending from the sky with a thousand might, and the flames on his right fist shone brighter than the sun.

"Shield of Order!"

Duke Rowell had already prepared, and directly waved his staff and released the magic shield that had been prepared long ago.

"Boom!"

The iron fist slammed into the magic shield, and a loud bang erupted, like thunder on the ground.

By the time the fiery fist broke through the magic shield, its might had already been greatly reduced, but it was still not to be underestimated.

"Chain of Order!"

Duke Lowell faced the fist that was thrown at him, and calmly released the second magic that had been prepared for him.

The chain of order that popped out of thin air wrapped around Paparoni's fiery fist, no matter how hard he tried.

The Norman duke, who had been standing there as if he had not recovered, suddenly disappeared, which made Paparoni vigilant.

"Shadow Hunt!"

The Norman duke, who was hiding in the Shadow Realm, thought silently in his heart, and then wrapped his fighting spirit around a war knife and slashed at Paparoni's head.

Sensing danger, Paparoni hurriedly broke free from the chains of order and threw his fists to fend off Norman's attack.

His blocking was still effective, and the Norman Duke's sword only cut off his left forearm, and he still saved his life.

He hurriedly pulled away and returned to where he was.

His eyes stared coldly at Duke and Duke Lowell.