"Landiston?" someone exclaimed, but luckily, the man was standing far from the entrance of the hall and was not affected, and after blurting out the name of the person, he disappeared from the light of transmission, not only him, but also the unaffected slate in his hand.

Baron Ulak stood at the back, glad that he had finally escaped a crisis.

In fact, he had another choice just now, that is, to let everyone stay and deal with the individual together, but unfortunately, Kamen Dough would not obey his orders at all.

And since the other party was able to defeat Ibsail in battle, and killed several members of the Dough one after another, and even didn't suffer any injuries at all, it was enough to show that this person's strength was strong, even if the order could be carried out, I am afraid that he would have to pay a heavy price if he could win in the end, and he might not be the last person to survive.

And at this moment, Mo Di's feelings were different, he felt that the other party seemed to have the ability to leave all his people, but he didn't know why, when the other party's gaze swept over the abyss horn in his hand, the oppressive force that had been close to him was actually retracted at once.

In a trance, he also saw that the other party seemed to look at him meaningfully, and when he wanted to see more clearly, his front was already covered by a light.

There were only three necromancers and one dark swordsman left in the field.

Since you can't go anymore, let's fight to the death

From the moment he fell off the slate, the Dark Swordsman already had the determination to die, he was no longer young, and it was impossible for him to grow anymore, and if he chose to do so, he would inevitably be valued by Baron Ulak, and his family and heirs would definitely be rewarded better than him

It was his last attack

His eyes became sharper than ever, the sword in his hand was extremely firm, and the strength, momentum, and fighting spirit condensed together, blooming like light, and slashing out the most wonderful sword in his body.

It's just that in the face of absolute strength, all efforts are in vain.

Luo Lan didn't even look at the other party more, he just moved his fingers.

Suddenly, the dark energy in the air suddenly formed a series of extremely sharp, criss-crossing thin lines like fishing nets, which stopped there out of thin air.

The Dark Swordsman was suddenly caught off guard, he already felt the danger hidden there, but as soon as his footsteps were exerted, these thin lines-like things were formed at once, and the other party's grasp of the timing was extremely accurate, so that he didn't have time to dodge at all, and it looked like he had rushed forward to die.

It was as if countless sharp blades slashed through the air, and blood spurted from the joints of his hands and feet, neck, head, and body at the same time, and a terrible wound appeared there like a split lip, and then he fell down like a broken sack, and then his body, hands and feet broke off piece by piece.

Behind him, the three necromancers knew that they could not leave smoothly, and at the moment when the dark swordsman attacked, they raised their staffs together, and there was a crackling sound in the field, and all the flesh and blood on the corpses around them exploded and scattered, and then one by one skeletons stood up, but then, they scattered and collapsed at a faster speed.

Several necromancers were horrified to find that the dark elements in the air had become extremely stagnant, and they seemed to have once again entered the effect of the "Elemental Frontier".

What's going on?

Didn't Adriman die?

Before they could react, the vast net of dark energy suddenly separated, as if countless sharp blades were flying and cutting in the air, and when everything calmed down, all that was left in the field was the severed arms that had been crushed into countless pieces.

Luo Lan stood quietly in the empty hall.

At his feet was blood flowing.

......

At Jean's feet lay four mages and their servants, but a piece of the leather armor on her shoulder had also been neatly cut off, which was the mark left by the opponent's wind blade in the last sword, and if it was slightly off, it was her head that was cut off.

She didn't expect that these mages were not as difficult to deal with as she imagined, several people seemed to be used to cooperating, and when they used the surprise attack to kill two people, the other two mages were neither panicked nor angry, but calmly and rationally added shields and magic shields to themselves.

Taking advantage of the small space, she slew another mage, but this was already her limit. Because at that time, the spell of the last mage had been completed, but the original environmental advantage for Jean suddenly became her disadvantage, and she couldn't dodge, and there was nowhere to dodge.

But at this time, the effect of the "Elemental Boundary" that originally shrouded the sky suddenly disappeared, which made the mage misjudge in spell control, and took advantage of the moment when the other party lost his mind to counterattack, which finally led to this ending.

Although she didn't participate in the core plan, she seemed to be told that once the elemental boundary was gone, it would be time for the mission to be completed.

She could already retreat.

However, there is one more person who must die.

Half of the reason she came here was to kill this man.

In her consideration, even if this person has reached the seventh layer, he should have competed with all the strong people in the council, including Ibusel, no matter how strong he is, it should be the end of the crossbow now.

If you go now, will you be able to kill him?

After gritting her teeth and thinking about it for a while, she finally made a decision

......

Outside the temple, Barlow, the shield swordsman, stopped the group of Templars alone, and those around him watched him nervously and vigilantly.

A Templar swordsman tried to bypass him and continue his pursuit of the retreating members of the Dark Council, but at first the swordsman watched Barlow cautiously, and leaned sideways, ready to make a move, until he reached the back of the opponent and confirmed that he was a little farther away, and then relented and turned in pursuit.

Suddenly, without warning, a chain hammer flew out of Barlow's hand, whistling towards the Templar's back.

The Templar swordsman immediately turned, raised his sword, and parried.

With a "bang", the sword in his hand bent and shattered under the heavy blow of the chain hammer, and then the unabated hammer head smashed into the armor on his chest, and a deep depression appeared on it, and the Templar swordsman was also smashed out of the air with blood in his mouth, and after falling to the ground, he rolled more than a dozen times in a row before his body stopped, but he was dying.

Boris's pupils shrank, so amazingly powerful

This was already the third Templar swordsman to fall at Barlow's feet.

This Templar swordsman is not a novice, he is very good at sword skills and strength, and the action just now, whether it is the reaction or the skill of unloading, is very good, but under the absolute power of the opponent, he actually loses his combat effectiveness with a single blow.

Boris didn't see any charging action from the other party, but just casually made a move to burst out with such a strong force, and he couldn't help but raise his evaluation of this swordsman to another level.

"You can't get through it with me here. Barlow laughed.

"So, let's try it. Boris took a leap, and the sword in his hand fell head-on.

Seeing that it was Boris who made a move, Barlow did not dare to be careless, he watched the enemy's movements intently, and when the sword reached in front of him, the shield in his hand stood in front of him again.

However, he did not hear any sound of the sword and shield clashing, nor did he feel any power, and when he was surprised, he found that Boris's sword had passed through the shield without hindrance and slashed directly at his own head.

Barlow's head subconsciously tilted back, and with a click, half of the sword was embedded in his head, and then dragged it down, cutting off half of his face.

After doing this, Boris did not show a happy and relaxed look, his expression was more solemn, his feet glared at the shield, drew his sword, retreated, and the next moment, the chain hammer flashed in front of his eyes. Then a dull whistling sound came to my ears.

Barlow tore off the tattered skin that hung on his cheeks, twisted his stiff neck, and exclaimed, "Can you penetrate metal? Are you a man of masked or a member of the Holy See? Are you still a Templar? It's so unfair."

On the face that had been torn off, Barlow revealed another miserable white face, his eyes glowing with a faint soul fire, his dry skin clinging to the bones of his cheeks, and a deep crack from the slash he had just made.

In an instant, everyone recognized his identity.

"Death Knight"

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Abner woke up from his coma, endured the pain in his chest and abdomen, and tried to move his body, only to find that he could not move even the slightest bit.

Grief could not help but burst out from the bottom of his heart, and in the last moment, he clearly saw how the Guru had been killed, and what made him even more painful was that he himself was actually a part of it, and even in a sense, he killed his own Guru with his own hands.

His fingers trembled and picked at the blades of grass and dirt in his hand, if he could be stronger, as long as he was even a little stronger, he might not be controlled by that person, then the final outcome would probably be different.

"Human, stay there, don't move"

A cold voice came, and Abner reluctantly turned his head to look over.

It was a female elf with green hair and grayish skin. She was spreading the delicate bow and arrow in her hand and looked at him with a hostile expression, "Hey, how did you get to the island?"

"Elves? It's not common on the continent......"

Abner tried to answer, but suddenly there was a feeling of drowsiness in his head, and his eyes went dark, and he fell asleep.

"Hey?" the elf thought for a moment, and wanted to go up but didn't dare, but she had heard that humans were very cunning, and maybe they were playing dead and waiting for her to catch herself.

She pouted, she wouldn't be so easily fooled

But after waiting for a long time, this human didn't make any moves, wasn't it disguised?

She leaned in cautiously, the bow and arrow in her hand did not let go even half a minute, if the human finger moved, she would shoot an arrow, as for whether it was a cramp or not, she didn't care.

Thankfully, Abner had been lying there honestly.

The female elf checked it, and she checked out at once that this person was indeed seriously injured, his body seemed to have been squeezed in some way, and the bones of various parts were broken and broken in different degrees of severity, and even the internal organs were not lightly injured, if it weren't for the fact that something seemed to be guarding him on this human body, maybe he would have died a long time ago.

But even then, if no one treats him, his injuries will worsen further, and it is only a matter of time before he dies here.

The female elf was in a daze, did she let this human die here? That didn't seem appropriate, but if she wanted to save him, she was reluctant.

"Okay" After thinking about it for a while, she suddenly clapped her hands excitedly, as if she had thought of some brilliant idea.

"Stabilize his injuries first, and then take him to the elders of the clan to deal with them, and then even if anything happens, it has nothing to do with me" She seemed to be satisfied with the idea she came up with, but then there was a question, this human was so badly injured that he obviously couldn't move easily, how did she take him away?

After thinking about it, she recited a few incantations with a bitter face, and rattan sprouted from the ground to wrap Abner, and it could be seen that this magic consumed her a lot, and after casting it, the female elf's face was also a little ugly, and she kicked Abner hatefully.

Now that the other party has been tightly wrapped in those rattans, she doesn't have to worry about kicking this human to death.

After venting, she seemed to be in a much better mood, took out a delicate piccolo from her backpack and blew it, and a beautiful unicorn sprang out of the woods and ran towards her happily.

The elf rolled over and rode onto the unicorn's back, tying the wrapped Abner with rattan to the unicorn's body.

Yes, she was going to drag Abner all the way back like this, although she didn't think it was very good to treat someone who looked badly injured, but then she thought that she didn't need to be so polite to a cunning person.

If you look down from the sky, where they are at this time is a huge island, and in the center of the island, there is a huge tree, which is the last remaining World Tree on the continent, which guards the only paradise for the surface elves here, allowing them to thrive here in peace.

When Abner woke up again, he found himself in a room made entirely of plants, and there seemed to be nothing in the room, except for a faint fresh smell wafting around, and it smelled very pleasant.

How did he break through the World Tree's barrier to get here?

Is it a place for elves?

Abner wondered how he had come here, and that the natural magic that the mentor had cast at the end seemed to have something to do with it, but even if he was a king, he probably couldn't control the place where the spell was banished, World Exile.

However, the wounds on his body felt much better, and it seemed that even if the elf's attitude towards him was not friendly, it could not be said to be malicient, at least, he was not afraid of the enemy's pursuit here.

There was a sound of footsteps outside.

The door of this "room" was made up of several thick dry branches, and a tall male elf entered, with a headdress around his forehead, dressed in a very ordinary way, without the luxurious style of the legendary chief elf. He looked calm and young, but his deep eyes were full of vicissitudes.

"Young man, are you awake?"

Abner reluctantly stood up and saluted, "Thank you very much for the Elven rescue." I don't know who saved Zaixia, and I want to thank you in person. ”

The male elf waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, it's just a trivial matter, you better lie down, your injuries are not completely healed." ”

Buna lay back obediently.

The male elf looked at him and asked, "Are you a mage?"

Ben Abner was a young man who could speak well, but for some reason, after the murder of his mentor, he seemed reluctant to speak.

But this answer made the elf very satisfied.

"Mage...... The male elf thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know Master Teremont of the Mage Society?" After thinking about it, the elf remembered that interesting young man he had met when he was young.

"Master Teremon?" Abner was taken aback, and once again he propped himself up, and replied solemnly, "The Master has been dead for a hundred and sixty years...... You're his friend?" this master was a well-known king and powerhouse in the Mage Society, but he was still a mortal after all, and he died just over a hundred years old.

"Really?" the elf's eyes showed confusion and remembrance, and then he let out a long sigh and said, "It's been so long. ”

Abner didn't know what to say, he could only smile bitterly at the fact that the surface elves were twice as many as the black elves, and the lifespan of five or six hundred years was long.

Besides, he seemed to have seen the huge figure of the legendary World Tree just now, and with the existence of that tree, even if he died, it wasn't death in the true sense, right?

"Is the Holy See still the number one force on the continent?" the male elf suddenly asked.

Buna nodded, there was no doubt about it. After the Second Continental War, even if there was a brief decline in the power of the Holy See, it recovered in a very short time.

"Then we'll send you back to the Olevia Peninsula, to the north of it, I heard that the chaotic eastern continent is back in the hands of the Holy See, right?"

Abner thought for a moment and said, "Yes, the entire diocese of Bethlehem is now the fief of the Bishop of Lantyston of the Holy See, and we ...... It's a friend. ”

He lied a little, his relationship with Luo Lan is not good, nor bad, but the other party still owes him a promise, when he gets there, he is not afraid that person will come to chase and kill him again, as for saying this to the elves, it is because he doesn't want to be treated as an ordinary mage, and the status of this thing also exists in the elves, as for his identity as a disciple of the original king and powerhouse, he didn't want to say more.

"Yes...... "An elf's eyes flashed with an elusive light, "in that case, we'll send you back, so get some rest." He turned and walked out.

Abner breathed a sigh of relief, his strained spirit finally relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

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