"Hey! How did you lead the way, and why haven't you arrived yet? After walking for a while, he had not yet reached the destination that Velitar had mentioned, and the expression of the sand knife became a little impatient. You're not coaxing me, are you? ”

Velitarn's eyes flickered but he defended in a hard voice: "Uncle Shadao, you don't know, Maradon's road is like this, it's very complicated! Front! It's almost there! My life is still in your hands, how dare I lie to you. ”

"Hmph, you'd better be careful!" Shadao grabbed the rope in his hand and looked at him menacingly.

"It's coming, it's coming soon......"

Velitar said that it was fast, it was fast, but the diamond was actually thrown by Velitar in the orange crystal area. And he's still dangling the sand knife in the purple crystal area. Before, he kept touting the sand knife, also to reduce the vigilance of the sand knife, so that he could try to shake off the sand knife. However, no matter how much he tried to coax the sand knife, the sand knife would not let go of the rope that held him, which really made Vilitar angry.

And now it seems that this kid Sandknife has been alerted. Velitar was so dejected that he had no choice but to take the sand knife on the right path, and at the same time secretly hoped that when he got to the orange side, he could trick the corrupted and irrational Serebras into killing the kid.

The sinister Velitar took another corner with his sand knife and entered a long passage with no end in sight.

At this time, another figure appeared in the shadow at the other end of the channel.

This was a dozen faces, and both sides were stunned for a moment.

Damn, what's going on with Maladon lately, how did so many adventurers suddenly come! Velitar cursed inwardly.

"Alliance?" Shadao tilted his head to look at the human opposite, licked his lips, and held his two-handed sword across his chest, a little excited to try.

Sartre ...... And trolls? Bolval also subconsciously assumed a defensive posture.

Afraid of death, Velitar hurriedly stepped back, flashed behind Shadao, and whispered and maliciously: "Uncle Shadao, it seems that the person who came is not good!" ”

"Hmph......" Sand Knife snorted coldly. Said arrogantly. "If you want to fight, you can accompany me at any time!"

"Hey...... Be careful, be careful......" As he said something insincere, Velitane cried out excitedly in his heart, "Let's fight." Let's fight! It's better for you to fight and lose, then I can pick up the bargain again! ”

Bowall's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't like fights of will. His gaze went back and forth between Sandknife and Velitarn, and suddenly he spotted the Scepter that Sandknife had casually stuck into his belt. Could it be that this is the scepter of Serebras?

"What are you looking at?" Perhaps it was his intented gaze that made Sandknife aware of it, and following Bolval's gaze, he looked at the scepter at his waist and moved it behind his back in displeasure.

His movements interrupted Bolval's gaze. Bolval also looked at the sand knife unhappily, and then pointed to the sneaky Velitarn behind the sand knife, and said in an affirmative tone: "You got this scepter from him." Satvili Tarn? ”

Shadao was stunned, how did this human know the name of this Sartre? Is there anything he doesn't know about it?

"Hey! He's talking about you, right? The sandknife quietly moved a step to the side. Expose Villitar to Berval's sight.

"I ...... How could I have met the nasty human paladin! "Sandknife is a warrior, so he doesn't have any special feelings for Bolval. But as a demon, Velitar could sense the threat of the pure light emanating from the Rider on the other side under his ordinary attire, which was the demon's nemesis.

The heavy and intense sense of sacredness almost suffocated him, and Velitarn's legs couldn't help but tremble a little.

This knight is strong...... The threat to him was far greater than the sand knife in front of him. Velitar knew that if he fell into the hands of this knight, he would have no way out. He couldn't help but feel sorry for himself in his heart - what was wrong with him today? How could it be so unlucky. only escaped from the hands of a killing god, and in a blink of an eye, he met a plague god. And the plague god seems to know his name, that ...... Did he know his name from the Serrebras gang? There could be no other reason than this explanation! No, he had to fight, or he would die.

Velitar closed his eyes fiercely, forcibly gathering all the magic power of his body into his eyes. He looked at the sand knife, and his eyes were open with purple light. "Charm!"

The purple light followed his gaze as if spiritually into the eyes of the sand knife. At the same time he screamed. "Uncle Sand Knife. Be careful, he's here to grab the scepter! Strike first! Kill him! ”

If it was under normal circumstances, the sand knife would definitely not have hit him. Because Sartre is actually not good at seduction. Therefore, if he asks for something that is contrary to the will of the heart of the seduced person, the seduction is bound to fail. But at this moment, Sand Knife itself is hostile to the Alliance, and he actually suspects that Berval is coming for the Scepter, therefore. Velitarn's charm technique only magnified the doubts in his heart a thousand times, and naturally succeeded without much effort.

Sandknife's eyes were shrouded in purple, and he pointed his sword at Boval and roared, "You're here to grab the scepter?" Very well, first ask me if the sword in my hand will be yes! ”

He let out a roar of rage as he threw himself under his feet. A lunge charged at Berval.

"May the Light have mercy on you!" Boward chants the prayer. A scorching and bright white holy light erupted from his body, forming a holy seal around him and returning to his body, his momentum soaring.

"But first, don't you want to run!" Bovaljan aimed his hand at Velitarn, who was about to escape. "Holy Wrath!"

White light shot out in a circle from Boval's body in all directions, landing on Sandknife and Velitarn.

The sand knife raised his sword in front of his eyes, and the power from the sword did not make him feel any threat. He couldn't help but feel that this knight was nothing more than that, and he relaxed his vigilance even more.

But also struck by the Light, Velitar was different. He let out an earth-shattering cry, and the pain in his voice was not fake at all. The light entered his body, causing his dark soul to suffer more intense pain under the baptism of the light than the ablation of sulfuric acid. Velitar foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes, and simply fell to the ground and fainted.

And all that happened behind him Shadao didn't know it. He had already rushed in front of Bolval.

"You're no more than that!" The sand knife picked up his two-handed sword and delivered a fatal blow. "Die."

"Warriors?" Bolval quickly raised his shield to parry the blow. Feeling the power coming from the Dao Shield, a disdainful but somewhat bitter smile appeared on his lips. "That's unfortunate, because I'm training with a much better fighter than you!"

Sandknife was surprised to find that the strength he was so proud of was that his sword could not be pressed down even a single point. His eyes flashed red. "Berserk! Give me strength. The red light swept through his body, causing his body to skyrocket a few points in an instant. With both hands, he pressed his sword downward.

"It's good to have something like this at your age." Boward sighed under the shield, "But it's a pity that you're in the company of demons, so you can't be tolerated." Sorry, may the Light forgive your soul. Trial! ”

An energy hammer made of white holy light fell from the sky and landed on the head of the sand knife, making him dizzy.

"Righteous Shield Strike!" Before he could react, Bolval had already raised his hand to pick up his shield and slammed his sword away. The huge two-handed sword that flew up made a huge arc and plunged into the stone wall with an astonishing sound. And the sand knife was still a little dizzy and touched his head.

Bowall's left-handed, one-handed sword arced and cut a hole in the sandknife's abdomen.

When the cold sword body touched the skin of the sand knife, the sand knife subconsciously closed its abdomen and dodged backwards. The bleeding wound was scary, but it wasn't deep.

And apparently Bowall was not very happy with the result.

"Looks like I'm underestimating you." Berval thought with some regret of his generalissimo sword. If he was holding the Generalissimo's sword now, the current sand knife should have been disemboweled. "However, the result is still the same. I guess that's my respect for you. ”

With a solemn expression, Boval swung a sword flower forward with his right hand, and white holy light enveloped his sword. "Crusader Holy Strike!"

The sand knife has no weapon in his hand, and a warrior who is without a weapon in battle is almost no different from waiting for death.

Didn't expect to die in Maladon today? Shadao thought with some regret, alas, I wonder what that stupid Essoli will cry like?

Shadao suddenly felt that he was hallucinating. How could he see Elthery?

"Earth Summoning: Stone Elemental!" How can hallucinations still have sounds?

With this urgent summoning, a huge stone element appeared in front of the sand knife, and Bowall's thunderous blow was blocked by the stone elemental's body, cutting the stone elemental's stone body in half.

Is this guy's reinforcements? Berval looked back.

In the passage behind him, three women appeared.

"Lightning Arrow!" A bolt of lightning came out of the troll girl's hand in front of him.

Boval dodged lightly. He was raising his hand to throw his shield when he suddenly heard a voice.

"Spiritual Whipping!"

This voice!

He looked at the owner of the voice in astonishment, it was an undead woman who was shrouded in shadows, and he couldn't see her figure clearly, like a dream.

"Bolval...... "But this voice, which had called him like this, was coquettish, brutal, or gentle, and every tone he would never forget."......

However, at this time, this voice was cold...... There is not a trace of temperature.

Is it her? But why is she really here? Moreover, it is still the same kind of posture.