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- The Black Tower Apprentice's Handbook

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The roar of a ghoul sounded in his ears, and Barsac, who was stunned in place, still subconsciously turned his head.

But it was too late, numb hands and feet, sluggish reactions, and empty hands had already doomed the identity of hunter and prey.

Unarmed, Barsack was thrown to the ground by the ghouls who pounced on him.

I can only use my hands to resist desperately, blocking the mouth full of sharp teeth.

Although the ghoul who was pressed against his neck could not bite, two claws with sharp nails poked and pulled out of Barsac's chest frantically, bringing out streaks of bright red blood from Barsac's body.

Frey, who was not far away, also heard Barsac's screams for the first time.

As soon as he turned around, his left hand, which was not holding a sword, suddenly opened up against the ghoul who had crushed Barsac to the ground.

His mouth moved rapidly, and he recited the chanting incantation that had entered his mind with the cold black magic on Elsha's body.

"Ice Archery!" After a brief chant of High Elf words, Frey also completed the spell in his native language.

A palm-sized white magic array appeared in front of Frey's left hand.

The air directly in front of the white magic array quickly "clicked" and condensed into sharp ice cubes, shooting towards the ghoul who was pressing on Barsack's body.

Sharp ice slice through the ghoul's skin like a blade, shattering into tiny pieces inside the ghoul's body and exploding backwards.

In the end, the ghoul's body was pierced almost in a state of water vapor, bringing out a series of green slurry that sprayed backwards.

Only a few cone-shaped wounds were left in the ghoul's body, small in front and large in the back.

"Uhh

The ghoul let out one last wail and fell to the ground.

But Barsac, who fell to the ground, was also not optimistic, and in just a few seconds of contact, Barsac's chest was completely red, and one hand tightly covered his slashed throat.

Frey tried to save Barsack, but only took a step forward and was pushed back by the fierce attack of several monsters.

I could only watch as a stupid hybrid monster slowly approached Barsac who had fallen to the ground.

Barsac, who fell to the ground, no longer tried to struggle to get up, but just clutched his injured neck tightly with his hands, and moved his mouth with difficulty, saying something to Frey.

But in addition to seeing the remorse and self-blame in Barsac's eyes, Frey could only hear the words "Captain Frey" clearly from Barsac's intermittent words, and the other words had already drifted away in the fighting and roaring.

After saying that, Barsac, who fell to the ground, suddenly pulled open the wound on his neck with one hand.

Frey, who twisted his head to the side, heard only a splash of blood.

Frey really didn't dare to look at the picture of Barsac committing suicide, just as Olaf had died by his own sword before.

A large pool of blood flowed from the huge wound on Barsac's neck.

Barsac's face distorted by pain slowly relaxed, and his eyes looked at a white cloud slowly drifting through the sky, just like Olaf before.

The heaving chest slowly stopped, and he closed his eyes with a smile.

"Yikes!"

Looking at the dead Barsac, Frey shouted, and the small friction and unhappiness before were completely washed away by the blood on Frey's head.

Frey quickly recited the High Elf language again, and his empty left hand also grabbed the white magic array that appeared in front of him, and the whole hand completely disappeared into the white magic array in front of him.

With a grip on his hand, Frey, who gritted his teeth, also seemed to have caught something.

Suddenly, he saw a crystal ice sword emitting cold air being pulled out of the white magic array by Frey.

"Brute!" Frey's eyes stared at the group of monsters in front of him like wolves.

With his right hand, he grabbed the inscription on the sword, and with his left hand, he grasped the almost transparent Ice Spirit Sword and kicked the ground with his feet, leaving the crowd of people who were fighting separately.

A man rushes into the horde of monsters in front of him.

Several Crusader soldiers on the side saw Frey, who had lost his mind, rushing into the camp of the monsters, and also shouted, "Captain Frey! ”

But Frey didn't seem to hear it, and he rushed forward faster.

The twin swords in his hands slashed out blue and white lights in the crowd of monsters.

The sound of the wind whistling in his right hand and the cold ice rolling up in his left hand were like a blizzard swept by under the dance of Frey's two swords.

In an instant, it tore through the hard shell and skin of the monster, bringing up splashes of green slurry one after another.

But endless monsters still poured in like a tidal wave.

Frey's hand was bitten deeply by a ghoul, and his left foot was tightly pulled by a half-cut hybrid monster.

A centaur with a black aura also rushed towards Frey in the distance.

More than two meters tall, the sturdy four kept stepping on the ground, splashing the muddy water mixed with red blood and green slurry on the ground.

As soon as the two huge demon horns on his head topped out, he directly flew out of the several hybrid monsters that were blocking the way in front of him.

The double-edged axe of white bones in his hand also looked like it had grown out of the hands of a centaur.

Directly connected to the centaur's "hands" without gaps, it has already become a part of the centaur's body, and countless sharp bone spurs are pierced at the grip.

Rushing towards the centaur like a chariot, he raised his two front hooves high in front of Frey, and with the force of the forward rush and the force of pressing down on his upper body, he slashed the huge double-edged axe in his hand directly at Frey from three or four meters in the air.

In the face of this slash, Frey, who was pulled by his left foot, instinctively crossed his two swords in front of him to block.

But after seeing the double-edged axe that slashed through the air in front of him, Frey also moved his mouth, "It's over." ”

His eyes closed consciously.

"Pounds!"

But with a loud bang, the weapon in Frey's hand was not chopped off, and there was no pain on his body.

"What!" Frey couldn't believe it, and opened his eyes again.

I saw that in front of me, a golden aftermath like water waves was slowly subsiding.

The centaur who had slashed with all his might before was also shocked by the golden wave and raised its two front hooves again, fell backwards, and smashed into the group of monsters behind him.

The blade of the bone double-edged axe in his hand had also shattered and fell to the ground.

"Frey! What's going on! Joan of Arc who fell directly dealt with the hybrid monster that grabbed Frey's left foot with a single sword.

The several golden fluctuations that appeared beside him also caused several monsters that rushed over to bounce back directly head-on, smashing into the large number of monsters surging behind him.

"There was an accident and a little delay." Frey said as he and Joan of Arc faced each other back-to-back.

"How long is that?" Joan of Arc looked at the monsters that were being used like a tide, frowned and shouted again.

"I don't know!" Frey frowned similarly.

There was another fight, and Joan of Arc was soon scarred.

It wasn't until a burst of golden light came from behind them, and the sound of Gangte's rebuilding sounded, that the two of them retreated down the stairs with the remaining dozen or so crusader soldiers to the city wall.

"Bang!"

It wasn't until Frey, who walked at the end, closed the protective door of the city wall that the soldiers who could escape alive watched the monster under the protective door gasp violently.

The operation proceeded "smoothly" as originally planned.

It wasn't until sunset that the last monster under the north gate died under Frey's sword.

Frey pulled his sword from the monster's head and looked up, but there was no hint of triumphant joy in his eyes.

I saw that in the entire Y fortress, the 3,000 crusaders who originally participated in the battle are now only more than 100 people who have survived.

Those who survived all bowed their heads, letting the slanting sunset shine on their rough faces stained with blood and dirt, and did not even want to move.

And on the Elizabeth, which had long been unrecognizable, an electric light also fell from the sky.

Thunder and lightning calves, Anna in the black smoke also held her waist with one hand, which was constantly bleeding, and fell headlong on the deck of the Elizabeth.

There was no skin on his body that was intact, and through the tattered white suspenders, his slender legs were covered with large and small scars from fangs and claws.

Gatsby in the command room was also looking at the cloth belt painted with blood-red inscriptions in his hand in a daze, and Wayne's sudden departure, Gatsby always felt like something was missing.

In the dilapidated medical room, the dog sister on the bed has also fainted.

Under this "victory", no one cared whether the battleship in the sky was friend or foe.