Magic flows in the darkness like a tangible.

As if it had a clearly visible trajectory, through the low-hanging pine needles and the silent snow, it grew feathers from the flowing shadows, and through the biting wind, the flakes flowed, pitch black as ink, dragging a long black shadow. The black shadow seemed to be wrapped in a spark, it was red, like the tail of a meteor falling into the night, and the flowing shape gradually became stable, and from it came a sharp beak, and the layers of fine scales on the beak were densely overlapped, as sharp as a knife.

It opened suddenly, its tongue like a spike, and let out a sharp first cry from above its vibrating vocal cords. Countless darkness turned into crows, flying out from under the haunting canopy, and in front of them was an open space, and the narrow darkness in the red gaze disappeared at once, and the forest was left behind, revealing in front of them a picture scroll that unfolded horizontally, and thousands of troops on the battlefield.

Kita held up the magic book, carefully covering the top of her and Sky Blue's heads, and through the edge of the metal, her cautious gaze watched in amazement at the undercurrent, and the sound of flapping wings above her head flew over the forest.

There, people are turning in obscurity, and the screeching crows are reflected in their vision, and they spread out, obscuring all their wings.

A raven flew straight towards Ruoshui, who raised the dagger in his hand, and the shining light of the knife slashed through the chest and abdomen of a crow, scattering its feathers and turning its body into a cloud of black mist, but the scattered wings also inadvertently cut a bloody mark on his hand.

He snorted softly, frowned, and withdrew his hand. Even him, let alone the others, the Grey Knights slashed the birds in front of them with a sweep of their broadswords at best, but more crows flew out of the darkness, claws and beaks slicing across their armor with a creepy sound like slicing through glass.

The knights were fine, and there were armor guards, but the mercenaries behind were almost unprotected. The crows pounced on them, striking them on the heads with their claws and wings, or pecking at their flesh, and the people rolled to the ground screaming, their faces and the backs of their hands covered in blood, and some of them had their eyes dragged out.

There was only one man standing still in the midst of the storm of crows, and that was the chest, and above the pitch-black blade he held in his hand, it was now flashing with a strange dark red light, and the flesh and blood of every person pecked by the crows was turning into blood light, merging into the shadows, and converging on the sword.

And it was at that moment that he moved.

As soon as he moved, he almost scared Ruoshui out of the sky. Because it was too fast, just a sword, the vision seemed to be divided into two, and the sky and the earth were stretched extremely narrow under the reflection of the sword light, and a red line pierced into the depths of his eyes.

But the sword seemed to pass through a shadow, and if a crack suddenly opened on the water's body, the next moment the cracks opened like a spider's web, and the layers shattered, like a mirror, collapsed.

After the shadow, Ruoshui's body jumped backwards, landed in the snow, and turned into seven or eight identical figures. He is called the 'Shadow of the Lake' because it is like a reflection in the water, and the light and shadow that pass through the surface of the water intersect with each other, forming the magic of the phantom.

As soon as the water landed, he held the dagger in his mouth, and each hand pulled out a shining flying knife from the belt, and seven or eight phantoms made such a move in unison, and then threw it forward in unison, and more than ten silver rays flew towards the box, intertwined with each other, and the flight trajectory of each silver ray was different.

If ordinary people think that only two of the more than ten light tracks are the essence, they will try their best to find the real two of them. It's just that the method of handling the box is simple and direct, and the silver light that flies is like a snail in his eyes, and he walks leisurely through these slow flying knives, which is really unavoidable, so he will use his sword to slash and bounce away one or two of the silver flowers.

The flying knife that was flicked off by the sword deflected to the side, and instead of disappearing, it turned into black smoke after a shock, and merged into the wind and snow.

The box felt the force coming from his hand, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, hiding the shadow under the illusion of light, it turned out that there were not only two bodies, but each flying knife was a 'body', and the shadow dancer could still have such a line of thought?

But he was slightly surprised, and it was almost a numbness in Ruoshui's eyes - he couldn't see the other party's movement at all, but every time the box stopped and swung his sword, it would leave an afterimage in place, and the shadow he saw was getting closer and closer.

Is he going to gamble his luck? The opponent has a one-in-eight chance of finding his own essence, but if he fails, he still has a chance to fight back.

It's just that the box doesn't make that choice.

Suddenly, he also split into eight, appeared in front of each mirror image of Wakasui, raised his sword, and stabbed at the other party. Ruoshui's blood froze all at once, and his eyes widened—

What kind of speed is this?

If the alarm bell rang in the water heart, he only retreated suddenly, and the seven shadows disappeared at the same time, turning into one. And in front of him, the shadows of the boxes were also overlapped, and he was holding a black sword, stabbing at himself with a sword, and under the shock of his heart, he spit out the dagger with his mouth, and then took it with his hand, and stabbed it forward.

With a bang, the blade and dagger pulled out a long spark that flew through the darkness. In an instant, Ruoshui lost his opponent's figure again, but his vigilance made him take a step to the side, and a silent black blade staggered past him.

He suddenly realized that this was an opportunity, and his vast combat experience came into play here, and he instinctively avoided the opponent's extremely dangerous sword, so he had an opportunity. He swept his hand and backhanded the box's sword before clenching the dagger and turning around to stab.

It was supposed to be a sure blow, but suddenly, it was as if someone was pulling him from behind him. Caught off guard, Ruoshui lost his center of gravity—he fell back, turned his head, and saw only a chill in the darkness sweeping across his neck.

Then he lost all consciousness.

But at the last moment, Ruoshui couldn't figure it out anyway, he was level twenty-seven, and he was also a profession known for his speed, but why was his speed so fast? How high is the level of the other party, it is impossible for it to be a third-order profession, or has it reached the level of a high-ranking person, above forty?

If the Seven Seas Brigade has such an existence, then it is still a fart novice brigade?

In the audience, people have long recognized Ruoshui's identity, and illusion may not be the symbol of this 'shadow in the lake', but hiding the shadow under the refraction is the unique skill of this brilliant newcomer three years ago. It is rumored that he went to the Lake of Mirrors, and had some unique experiences from there, and obtained a legendary armor, the Image in the Mirror, from which he also came.

And as soon as he fought with the box, people confirmed the identity of this ten great newcomers, and that quick reaction and pleasing combat skills were by no means something that ordinary people could show.

"That's Yuechen's Ruoshui, isn't Yuechen always very high, isn't he very involved in these things?"

"But they're so close to the Alliance, they're part of the former Alliance."

People were talking.

But what really shocked them was that this rookie, who was in the top ten among the big guilds three years ago, was only on the defensive at the moment, and the speed of the other party was simply a bit amazing - ordinary drafters at this level would never have this speed, so it could only be equipment and ability.

And the sword in his hand, what the hell is going on?

People have not forgotten the shocking scene of crows flying out of the forest.

But they at least thought that Ruoshui could hold on to this young man for a while, and they watched this genius young man from the moon dust leap away from the opponent's attack range, which was completely based on experience, this was the strength of the top newcomer back then.

But suddenly, Ruoshui's figure was stunned in mid-air, and then he was pulled back, the box turned around, and the sword was out, a cold light flashed, and the young man's skull rolled down and fell into the snow, the blood stains were eye-catching, and the corpse gradually turned into white light. Everyone watched the scene with their mouths wide open and stunned:

That's it?

What just happened?

Then they saw that the glove on the left hand of the chest, and the silver thread outlined on the pitch-black leather, were glistening in the light of magic. A short staff, floating from his waist, arced and flew into his hand.

This?

Powerful magician plus guerrilla fencer?

After pulling the gods, Aitaria actually has a magic swordsman again?

But the supreme man of the Ten Kings at the tip of Thebes has the blood of the Almighty, and what talent does this man have?

The box stood still, and only then did he look to the side, the two fronts on the battlefield were stalemate, the ice giant had gradually retreated under the attack of several gray shadows and Bud-Black Feather, but the two wings of the Ravenclaw Sanctuary were also retreating.

On the other side of the battlefield, Shesta and Maye are fighting with the three high-ranking Grey Knights, and neither side has time to think about anything else, and the Paparals are shooting arrows in the forest, and they can't see each other's shadows for the time being—but thinking about it, the Grey Knights can't find this 'King of Nightingales'.

Only then did he turn his head and look at the gray shadows on the battlefield, and then he took a step and 'walked' in that direction. But when it was to walk, the speed was unimaginably fast, and with just one step, as if the open battlefield had shortened the distance under his feet, the gray shadow was 'pulled' in front of him.

The opponent was engaged in a battle with an ice giant, and after dodging the giant's slamming blow to the ground, he went around to the giant's body and slashed at the giant's feet with a sword, leaving a deep hole there. Then he rolled over and circled behind the Ice Giant.

It was only when he got up to him that he saw a young man standing in front of him, divided into seven in front of him, and each shadow swung a sword at him.

The gray shadow was taken aback, and blocked it with his sword - he blocked three swords in a row, and none of the other party's swords turned into a scattered black mist, how could he not be familiar with this ability? The owner of the Gray Shadow couldn't help but shout in shock, "Ruoshui? But the box did not answer his words, and the seven swords turned into one, and after the opponent blocked six swords in a row, the last sword finally showed its flaw - he stepped forward, raised his left hand, and pushed forward along the opponent's empty door.

A huge force struck the man in the chest, and the other party flew out, just swept by the claws of the ice giant swinging behind him, and turned into a white light on the spot.

There was silence in the live broadcast room.

How could he still have the power of the Shadow of the Lake?

They had heard of that legendary skill, mind reading, which could be imitated by just one glance at the other person's skill. KUN, the omniscient of the crown of the silver forest, has such an ability, and that is when he was rewarded for killing the dragon king Terraruo, and he has not heard of a second person with such a skill.

What's more, the imitation of the box is not only three or four percent, it is simply an identical mirror image, not to mention that in this mirror, the box still retains its original speed and skill, which is simply a fantasy.

But in the crowd, someone finally recognized the sword.

"Edwin Kleve!"

"Magic Sword, Gwenders."

A name flashed in Bard Black Feather's heart, and the gray light in his eyes was like substance, he looked at the shadows that shuttled on the battlefield, and shouted, "Stop that person first, I need your help." ”

Several gray shadows stopped in unison, and they glanced at each other, and they all saw the death of Ruoshui and their colleagues before, but they didn't react for a while. At this moment, the caretaker of the Crow's Claw Sanctuary made a request, and they knew the identity of the other party, and of course they were happy to do so.

The three or four gray shadows nodded in unison, then turned around and shot in the direction where the box was.

The box kept an eye on the changes here, and his hand touched and clenched the sword, and he realized that the young man he had dealt with before was slightly more powerful than these gray-clothed men. But to deal with three or four people at the same time is still a bit beyond his ability, the Blood Thorn is time-sensitive, but he can't activate the Crow Rock again.

He took a breath, his gaze wandering farther away, the caretaker more fearful of him than the gray-clad men. Bard Black Feather was already holding the sword in his hand and walked in this direction, he was still observing, but he could strike at any moment-

It was only at this time that a deep voice sounded in his ears:

"Don't worry about them, we're half of us."

A silver light flashed through the darkness.

The silver blossom slashed towards one of the gray shadows, forcing the other party to stop, leap forward, and staggered past the silver light. The box turned around and looked at the slender figure that came out of the darkness—

Miss Nightingale flicked her long hair and walked out of the edge of the forest, she spread her snow-white fingers, and with a stroke of lightning, flew back from where the silver had vanished.

The gray shadow snorted suddenly, turned around, and covered the burn on his arm.

"That's ......"

"It's the Nightingale, reinforcements from the Seven Seas Brigade have arrived."

The community immediately recognized it.

The heart of the box couldn't help but loosen slightly, and then he put down the blade slightly.

Commander, they arrived.

Bard Black Feather was looking up, looking at the shadow descending from mid-air, a sword light, falling from mid-air. He raised his sword, and with a loud bang, a golden flame exploded where the sword met with a sword, and the black shadow bounced back, falling to the ground, and raised his head, beneath the pointed hat, a flickering red light.

Its slender mechanical arm resembling a bamboo pole clutched a long, dark knife, the tip of which trembled slightly, pointing in this direction. From behind the slender construct, another black shadow flashed, still a sword light, and Bard-Black Feather blocked three slashes in a row, took a step back, and then raised his head and looked at the constructs that stopped in front of him.

His eyebrows raised slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get these constructs?" ”

He was asking about the young man who appeared behind the constructed bodies, dressed in an alchemist's coat. Fang Yuan's raised right hand, the pride of the lonely king flickered slightly under the light of the fire on the battlefield, but he only flattened his palm and pointed at the other party.

A hint of doubt flashed in his mind, but he didn't answer.

The glimmer of light in Bard-Black Feather's eyes did not escape his eyes, the other party clearly recognized the constructs, and a cluster of doubts rose from his heart, but only for a fleeting moment. He raised his head, looked at the other party quietly, and said:

"You've lost."

Bard Black Feather was stunned for a moment.

He looked around, and the four gray shadows were blocked by Alyssa and the chest, and the elemental made the boy direct the ice giants to press further on the line of the Knights, and the gray knight under his command was blocked by the Paparal maiden and the lady dressed as a maid, and these lines were deadlocked.

But what is truly fatal is that the redeemed have already cut into the line of mercenaries, and the collapse is only in an instant.

He shook his head and sighed. He still despised these people, he thought that these people were nothing more than unorganized adventurers, but as it turned out, it seemed that this was not the case. He turned the blade of his sword, plunged it into the ground, pressed the hilt of his sword with his hand, looked at the other and asked:

"You were the alchemist before?"

Fang Yu nodded slightly.

"He is worthy of the Holy Chosen One."

As he said this, Fang Yu was suddenly a little surprised to see that there was some kind of change in this caretaker. His armor seemed to turn into a black mist, rising up, and in that black mist, the opponent's body was gradually blurring, turning into a little white light, dissipating into the air.

Almost everyone on the battlefield noticed this striking scene. The Grey Knights turned their heads with a glint of surprise in their eyes, but the next moment, as if they had received some command, they resolutely raised their swords and slammed them towards their necks.

A flash of blood appeared, and the gray knights who had lost their vitality fell to the ground one after another, their bodies gradually flashing with white brilliance, and in an instant, the entire battlefield seemed to be covered with white light.

Everyone watched this scene in shock.

But Bard-Black Feather, who was only half of his body almost empty, was not in a hurry, he quietly looked at Fang Yu in a flickering white light and said:

"Young man, we have the next round."

Fang Yu watched this scene with a calm expression.

He understood what the other party meant, and it only took fifteen minutes to resurrect from the altar, and the other party could return to his main camp and regroup his forces.

But he sighed, did not answer, only shook his head, and turned away. The bodies of Bard Black Feather and the Grey Knights who had committed suicide had finally disappeared, but he didn't look at the scene, not even at the crowd approaching, or at the news that was rolling over the community.

He only looked up at the night sky, silently staring at the clouds there, then lowered his head, removed his control gloves, and threw them in the snow. The silver gloves, gradually melting in the snow, turned into a stream of information, and collected into the crystal.

The mountains in the distance, standing alone in the night, like the shadow of a dragon's wings—

……

Femoen-Greyflame looked gloomily at the dwarf in front of him, raised his sword in his hand, and pointed it at the other's throat.

The forest was silent, and all the warriors were buried in the snow. The leader of the only remaining White Rhino Adventure Group, the dwarf was covered in blood, and was lying on the ground laughing: "What a bunch of waste, several times our troops, were actually blocked by Uncle Ben for more than an hour. Aren't you frightened by our phantom in the forest, because that's our reserve? ”

His small, bean-like eyes showed a hint of ridicule, and a thick nasal voice came out of his big nose, and he sneered: "It turns out that the Crow's Paw Temple is also scared, but I guess you should think about it, how to explain the results of this battle to your caretaker master?" ”

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a chill in his throat, and a tingling pain came from there. The dwarf opened his mouth wide and stared at the distorted expression on his face, a mixture of resentment and rage, and he tugged at the corners of his mouth, smiled contentedly, and his vision went dark.

Femon drew his blood-stained sword from the dwarf's throat, and he looked up at the silent forest. Communication had been restored, but there was still silence on the side of the caretaker, and he already knew in his heart what kind of mistake he had made.

His heart was cold, and his anger was about to burn everything to ashes, he had experienced countless battles large and small, but he had never been so aggrieved. He clenched his fist, all of this was to blame for the incompetence of those combat craftsmen, if it weren't for them, how could he be so passive?

He squeaked his hand armor and couldn't help but grit his teeth and said, "This time I called them good luck and made us suffer a dark loss." But as soon as dawn we will attack and see what tricks these people can play under the city of Grey Owl! ”

But before the words fell, a golden flame suddenly flashed from the distant horizon. The sky-high firelight, from behind the mountains and forests, lit up the night sky.

At that moment, Femoen's blood seemed to freeze, and a chill rose under his feet, making him shiver.

……

Surrounded by mountains.

Beneath the quiet col, Scorching Qihua and Yanxin glanced at each other, and in their eyes, they both reflected the burning camp below.

Behind them, there were hundreds of rangers, each covered in blood, who were wiping their faces with their hands, and couldn't help but smile with relief on their faces. Rockcore threw the corpse in his hand down, and watched the gray knight roll off the cliff, he put down the sword in his hand and sighed silently.

Burning in the flames were the supplies and supplies that the Grey Knights thought were safe behind the three camps and surrounded by mountains, as well as dozens of siege engines on the side of the Ravenclaw Sanctuary that were being built here.

Only now, they've all turned to ashes.

……

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