"Bell ——!"

The dagger slammed the tip of the spear, creating an invisible arc in the air.

Lusen gritted his teeth, and in the moment he turned sideways, he dodged the skewed blade, leaving a mark on the waist of the armor.

"Poof——!

With a backhand, the blade of the sword has already pierced the throat of the war dancer.

Taking advantage of the gap between the surrounding elven warriors before they could do so, the gray-eyed boy chose to retreat without hesitation, and the surrounding Byrne knights immediately stepped up and used their swords and armor to block the spears stabbed on both sides for him.

"Don't look at their pace or size, just aim at the spears that are stabbing at you!" Lusen roared as he retreated.

"Don't try to resist, these guys react faster than you - cover the people around you with your sword, and trust your robes and armor!"

In the Imperial Mission's camp, the "drama" of fighting continues, but it's no longer the one-sided situation it started out with - as the Byrne Knights in their shrunken formation give up their initiative, it's hard for the agile and mobile Wardancers to inflict any considerable damage on them.

Spears built for bleeding and tearing through ogre's flesh were sharp, but not powerful enough to pierce the top of the steel knight's armor head-on, while heavy two-handed greatswords could easily tear through elves' fragile armor with a single hit, shattering their bones and splattering blood.

Aside from javelins, the Wardancers are desperately ill-equipped to deal with these "Imperial Cans", and the experienced Byrne Knights are equally skilled at parrying and flying javelins with their broadswords at short distances.

The momentum is like a bamboo, and the number is several times that of the war dancers on the opposite side, and it is difficult to make an inch of progress for a while.

The same is true for the Imperial Legations, once they break through and spread out the formation, they will immediately be found by the War Dancers to find the gap in the surprise attack, and then divide and suppress them, and the knight who fights alone is no match for the agile War Dancer.

However, in order to contain the elves' attack, the mission continued to try to break through and break the blockade of the war dancers.

In this situation, the two sides fell into a brief stalemate.

"——! Growth"

Two "undisguised" witchers stood out first, and the "bright silver" with a gray-blue sword glimmer slashed the spear that stabbed at the oncoming direction, and with a backhand, forced back the war dancers attacking from behind.

In the next second, the two knelt on their knees almost at the same time, and the Byrne knight behind him also "tacitly" took half a step back, leaving enough space.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The sound of the air exploding echoed in everyone's ears, and the whistling waves of air broke away the formation of the war dancers, tearing two gaps in the airtight encirclement.

"Disperse!"

An exclamation was immediately heard from among the war dancers on the opposite side, and the tight blockade line was immediately widened, and at the same time, the original formation was restored, so that the opportunity that the mission had won so hard was once again lost.

The gray-eyed boy frowned: "In addition to the hot-blooded ones in this group of wild monkeys on the other side, there are also a few obviously veterans!"

"Of course. Peter Fasa gasped for breath, he was not a full-time fighter, and he was almost exhausted by the fierce fighting that had just been nearly a quarter of an hour:

"The Azorean elf named Middel... Now that he can reach his tentacles into the territory of the Empire, it is normal to have a few experienced and powerful War Dancer fans!"

"What's more, the war dancers are the top of the elves, and they can fight the ogres!" added Haringvan Ashamai, who was standing in the back row, calmly glancing at the elven war dancers who were attacking from the perimeter blockade:

"It would be too much to expect them to retreat because of the fear of unknown magic and the tightness of the military formation. ”

"Then what should we do - there are only a few dozen of them on our side, and the entire Misty Moon Court on the other side!"

"No, at least not all ......" For the first time, Ashamai's tone became less certain: "Anyway, the other party must be rushing for time, otherwise they wouldn't have attacked us so suddenly." ”

"It's a gamble, for us, for the Azorean elf, to win or lose at the table, to win or lose at the table, and to see which side loses his breath and loses his mind first, and holding the camp and keeping the situation from escalating without being wiped out by the enemy is victory!"

"Keep going, as long as we keep going, things will definitely turn around - don't forget, Ain is also in the Speaker's house, fighting those elven elders in his own way!" shouted a breathless Peter, "Trust Loren, trust your duke, and believe in yourself!"

Lusen closed his eyes, then took a deep breath.

"In that case, then I'll trust you for once. The gray-eyed boy with his head bowed said coldly, "But I'm not entrusting my life to you, but Lord Loren—remember, this is very important!"

"What are you—what are you going to do?"

Peter Fasa, who raised his head, was stunned, and his expression froze completely.

Because Lu Sien, who raised his head, revealed a pair of gray-blue eyes—that was a direct reaction of his body being severely eroded by the power of the void!

"What to do?" Lu Sien smiled wittily, his eyes revealing a strong battle intent:

"Do what I've always wanted to do!"

In the next second, before Peter could react, Lusen, who had drawn his twin swords, had already rushed out of the defense line formed by the Byrne knights and launched a counter-charge against the frontal war dancers!

"Hey, I said what ...... you" Peter, looking at his back as he had rushed out, stomped his feet on the spot: "Byrne Knight, cover your sir, quick!"

There was no need to command at all, the Byrne knights on both sides had already broken out of the circle formation, using the "assault formation" to cover the left and right of the gray-eyed boy - although with the speed of the opponent's surprise attack, this cover was not necessary at all.

"Bell ——!"

The heavy dragon knight's spear blocked the attacks of the three spears at different angles at the same time, and at the moment when the war dancer on the opposite side was still stunned, the short sword in Lusen's left hand had already pierced the throat of the opposite side.

A delicate war dancer spear fell gently to the ground.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other two elves were entangled in anger and retreat or revenge, the blocking dragon knight's spear had already been retracted, and then forcefully knocked the shaft of one of the spears, but it was also hit by the gauntlet of the other spear, and flew upwards from the hand.

A gap appeared in the tight "blockade" in an instant, dragging the blood that gushed out from his neck, and Lu Sien, who had drawn his short sword, immediately rushed forward.

The two war dancers immediately chose to retreat, and at the same time dragged their spears, holding the end of the spear and stabbing at the gray-eyed boy who had already approached within three steps.

But Ruthon was far faster than they thought!

"Poof——!

The short sword held in the opposite direction pierced the palm of the left dancer's spear, and the tip of the spear was split in two with the barrel of the spear, and at the same time, he endured the side of his waist and slashed horizontally, and the short sword in his left hand was swung towards the throat of the other war dancer with inertia.

"——! Growth"

The moment he was about to hit, the nimble tip of the spear stopped the blade, the near-dead war dancer immediately chose to retreat again, and the gray-eyed boy stayed in place as if he couldn't react.

Hum... Sure enough, it's just a mere human being, and even if they can barely keep up with the pace of the war dancers, it's impossible to ......

Thinking abruptly stopped, and the retreating war dancer was pierced through the top of his skull by the spear of the dragon knight falling from the sky, and the blood-stained tip of the spear poked out from the jaw.

The indifferent gray-eyed figure flashed beside the corpse of the war dancer, brutally pulling the blade out of the opponent's skull little by little, the blood-stained blade brushing the shattered bone fragments, making a piercing sound between the friction between the neck bone and the flesh......

Everything seemed to be just a blink of an eye, and three young and vigorous war dancers died on the spot!

"I've always heard... The Wardancers of the Ancient Wood Forest are wonderful, fierce warriors who can slaughter their enemies like dancers. Slowly getting up and shaking off the blood stains on the sword, the corners of Lusen's mouth showed a contemptuous smile:

"Today I looked... That's it!"

The surrounding elven warriors showed indignant expressions, but they were shocked by the murderous aura of the gray-eyed boy, and for a while they actually relaxed the siege of the mission and began to target him instead.

"So that's what he's for?"

Behind the defense line of the Byrne Knights, Peter Fasa looked at Lusen, who was already surrounded by the war dancers, with a surprised expression: "Let yourself be a bait to attract attention and reduce the pressure on the side of the mission?"

"Is he crazy?!"

"Some people, although they do not have real ideals and goals, will deliberately imitate the people they admire or respect, repeat what they have done, or do similar things. ”

Ashamai on the side spoke silently, with a thoughtful expression: "For them, the greatest meaning of life is to become exactly the same person as their admirer, or to be a part of his merits, or to make merits beyond him. ”

"You mean... Is Lusen imitating Loren?"

Ashamai didn't answer him, just stared intently at the back of the gray-eyed boy, watching him constantly fight one war dancer after another in the midst of the heavy surrounding.

"Bell-bell-bell-bell-bell......"

The clash of blades turned into notes and played a rapid tune, the onslaught of the surrounding dancers was constantly blocked by Luthen's nimble "two-handed swordsmanship", and the two short swords flew up and down like the colorful ornaments in the dancers' hands.

After activating the Evil God Mark that Asriel "gave for free", Lusen's reflexes and insight have increased countless times, even to the point of surpassing his own consciousness, and he can only rely on pure physical instinct to fight.

After three years of training, especially after Dalton Candle had roughly taught him how to wield the power of the Void, Lusen was finally able to barely get his consciousness to keep up with his body and manipulate his body.

Of course, time is limited.

Gritting his teeth, Lusen swung another spear into the back of his neck, desperately entangled with the war dancers.

Just hold on a little longer, hold on for a little longer, and at least make the mission and Ain safer......

"——! Growth"

A spear suddenly stabbed out from the side, and the short sword in the gray-eyed boy's left hand instinctively blocked, but the tip of the spear only slid over the spine of the sword, changing the angle of attack like a poisonous snake spitting letters, and stabbed him in the lower ribs.

Startled, Lu Sien immediately changed his attack stance to block, but inadvertently distorted the shape of the originally smooth blade.

"Bang ——!"

The tip of the spear fell abruptly again, and the raised tail of the spear struck Lusten's temple steadily.

In an instant, Lu Sien only felt a loud explosion in his head, and his eyes went blank.

"Knock ——!"

Another blow did not give him even a moment to react, and the tail handle of the spear slammed into the back of his head like a javelin.

Oops!

Pale in complexion, Lusan fell to one knee and regained consciousness by the mark of the evil god, gritting his teeth like a beast and bracing his body with his sword.

"Surrender!"

The cold tone sounded, and it seemed that there was a little bit of unbearability: "To be able to let dozens of war dancers besiege you, and to use such despicable means, we admit that you are a well-deserved warrior in the empire!"

The cold spear smashed into Luceen's shoulder, the blade of which pressed against his neck, and dozens of spears were pointed at him around him, as if he were facing a great enemy.

"On the battlefield, as long as you can win, there is no such thing as dirty or dirty means. With a painful cough, the gray-eyed boy who knelt on the ground still held his neck proudly: "I lost, you win, it's as simple as that!"

"Let your warriors give up their resistance, and I can give you a glorious death. The war dancers on the other side made a suggestion.

"Don't think about it, you can't do it at all!" Lu Sien said coldly, his strange gray-blue eyes with a killing intent that made the war dancers tremble: "Don't give me a chance, even the slightest chance - otherwise, before I die, I will definitely do something that will make you miserable for the rest of your life!"

"You?!"

"Stop——!"

Before the exasperated wardancer could retaliate, another angry voice rang out from behind him.

Almost at the same time, a tidal wave of footsteps poured in from all directions in the direction of the camp, and the stunned War Dancers and Byrne Knights raised their heads and looked around.

Not a street, not an alley... It's all directions, approaching them together.

Thousands, shaking the earth—the spirits of the entire Misty Moon Court were rushing towards them, and in a matter of moments, they were surrounded by the war dancers who were fighting with the Imperial Mission, and the spears were like moving forests!

Taking advantage of the horror of the war dancer in front of him, Lusen immediately pushed away the spear on his shoulder, retrieved his short sword, and looked vigilantly at the elves "rushing" towards this side, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness you're finally here.

I came a little late......

"In the name of the Morning Star Forest, in the name of the Fog Moon Court, in the name of the Ancient Wood Forest, stop for me!" the furious Lukka said in a cold voice:

"All participants immediately lay down their weapons and crouch on the spot, otherwise they will be punished as treason!"