One of the middle-level commanders of Romaniel, who was in charge of the city, had long taken a fancy to the heads of the two men in front of him.

Edward and his little henchmen.

Oh, and who's that guy on his back?

He tried to look that way, an old man with white sideburns?

Wait, this looks like this......

Jon III?!

He trembled greatly, he understood that the opportunity for his promotion to become rich and marry Bai Fumei to the pinnacle of life was coming!

"Catch them!" He rushed ahead of the charge.

Ivan was trying his best to clear the way for Edward, and he was like an unstoppable blade, slicing through the opponent's defence cleanly.

His eyes were red, and there seemed to be blood flowing in front of him, and the number of people he had handled tonight was unimaginable.

He almost resisted the discomfort, he was just a nameless adventurer, not an executioner. Although he was a small accomplished magician and swordsman, that didn't change the fact that he was just a young man.

What's more, he cherishes a dream of being a brave man synonymous with justice and protection.

But war is about death!

He understood this deeply.

It's just that he can't do it to the level of killing a hundred people with one sword like a high-level swordsman, so in the end, he was still defeated by two fists and four hands, and a sword stabbed in his back stabbed straight into his shoulder.

"Damn! Ivan! Be careful!!! ”

"Ahh

Ivan roared in pain, he looked back and grabbed the murderer who attacked him, and with a slight slash of the blade in his hand, a large amount of blood sprayed from the attacker's chest.

"He's hurt! Good chance, surround them! ”

The current situation made Edward a little desperate, and he had been stabbed several times to protect Jon III, and the blood that flowed stained him alive as a bloody man.

He kept moving forward, following in Ivan's footsteps.

It's not time to give up!

The vines that emerged from under their feet had inadvertently climbed up the cuffs of Ivan and Edward's trousers.

A rather sinister smile appeared on the corner of Romaniel's caster's mouth.

"Poison ivy strangulation!"

"Not good!"

"Flames!"

The sudden flames knocked over the calculations of Romaniel's spellcaster, and the magic scroll in Edward's hand dissipated like smoke into the wind.

"It's worthy of being a royal noble, and there are a lot of good things on it." Romaniel's mid-level leader touched his chin and said.

"But it's just in vain." Said the poisonous spellcaster beside him.

"Be careful, the hundred-legged insect will die but not stiff."

Ivan's wounds gradually increased, his movements were not as strong as before, and he himself did not know how long he could hold out.

A spear came at him in a completely different manner, and Ivan stared, the tip of the spear against the body of his sword.

Romaniel's little commander in charge of the city is on the field!

Ivan didn't want to collide with the other side, not to mention whether he could win when he won the whole victory, and now if he left Edward's surroundings and was entangled by this person, then Edward and Jon III's situation would be in a precarious situation.

He just wants to open a gap for the three of himself from the weakness of the other party.

"Oh? Look down on me? As soon as the little commander raised his eyebrows, he launched another fierce attack.

An inch long and an inch strong.

Ivan, who suffered a shoulder injury, also had a headache with this spear, and had been gradually forced away from Edward under the opponent's wide open and closed attacks.

The rest of the soldiers kept a distance in tacit understanding, watching their immediate superiors personally arrest the rebels, while they just surrounded each other to prevent Ivan and the others from escaping.

"Hmm!"

The spear blade slashed lightly across Ivan's face, and Ivan quickly retreated, blood sliding down his cheek.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood, and looked cautiously at his opponent in front of him.

The guy's stormy attacks had taken him breathless, and the wound on his shoulder and the loss of his stamina had made his movements weaker and weaker.

You have to find a way to break the game! Otherwise, you will be grinded to death by your opponent little by little!

Ivan gritted his teeth and decided to take the initiative to attack!

"First Secret Sword! No shadow! ”

The moon step was cast, the afterimage crossed, and Ivan's sword edge was gradually approaching!

The little commander frowned, and with a horizontal spear, he swept out directly.

Ivan threw himself back, the spear narrowly grazing the tip of his hair.

"Second Secret Sword! Starlight! ”

"Humph! Insect carving skills! ”

Ivan was still under the gunfire of the other party, and the Romannier stabbed Ivan in the vital point while controlling the distance.

"The Third Secret Sword! Spitfire! ”

The two sides collided with each other, and Ivan was a little numb and almost couldn't grasp his long sword.

"The Fourth Secret Sword! Cirrus! ”

With a flick of the long sword, the spear that had been pointed at his heart finally deviated from the track.

"Wishful thinking!"

The Commander quickly pulled back his spear.

"Veil!" （486）

Ivan's left hand quickly threw out some pitch-black powder, and then a stream of smoke that was also pitch-black quickly erupted around him, and for a moment he couldn't see anything, and the soldiers were confused.

"Not good!"

The Minor Commander wanted to withdraw from this area of black fog where he could not see his fingers, and the shrewd Romannier had already sensed that something was wrong.

"It's too late! Let's take it! The Fifth Secret Sword! Cangyan! Ahh ”

The young swordsman roared, and the sword fell!

"Poof!"

The audience fell silent.

"Unfortunately, it's just a little bit."

An indifferent voice broke the strange silence.

A large stream of blood was flowing on the small commander's chest, and the doctor next to him hurriedly treated him.

"It's only three centimeters away from my heart." He gestured.

Ivan sighed, but after all, he failed.

At the last moment, the injury on his shoulder affected the accuracy of his sword, otherwise there would be no deviation, and the opponent would have been pierced through the heart without any suspense.

"Very capable!" The Commander beckoned, and the soldiers around him approached Ivan again.

Ivan hung his hand, not that he chose to give up, but that he had lost his strength.

His body was trembling slightly, and even standing was barely standing, he was trying to maintain the last of his dignity, and he leaned against his sword to prevent himself from collapsing to the ground.

"Is it over when nothing is done?" Looking at the approaching enemy, he smiled bitterly.

There is resentment, helplessness, and sadness on his face.

He doesn't want to die! But he couldn't find any way to solve the situation in front of him.

No matter how unwilling he was, he could only close his eyes and quietly wait for death to come.

It's just that for half a day, he didn't feel the coldness of the blade and the pain caused by piercing into the flesh.

A familiar voice came from the air.

"Did you just give up? What a spineless act! ”

Although it was mocking, Ivan opened his eyes happily and looked at the owner of the voice.

Petite body, delicate face, and huge aura.

Andrea! Befall!