In the woods, every few steps forward or a long-range air slash attack were blocked by the newborn branches controlled by the village chief, and they were unable to get close.

In the process, the magic "reproduction" - the magic seal that overlaps the Pisces pattern spins in the eyes of the village chief.

The magic emitted by the Goblin Knight's moves and styles was all analyzed by the eyes of the village chief, and the original spell was decompiled.

It was a mouthful spell that Goblin Knight mastered, and he could cast it by simply reciting it inwardly and then verbally saying the name of the magic.

"Hmph~" The village chief smiled confidently, because now, he also mastered the magic used by knights, namely "Wind Pressure Slash" and "Whirlwind Enchantment".

At this point, the Goblin Knight had advanced less than four meters.

"It's been a pleasure to play against you, and I've benefited a lot." The village chief said happily, and raised the staff, the posture was exactly the same as when the knight released the air blade before.

"Huh?!" Seeing the familiar movements, the Goblin Knight was puzzled, and he suddenly stopped, anxious about the possibility.

The village chief silently recited the exact same incantation, which took one second, and the oral recitation took two minutes, and he admired the knight's proficiency.

"Wind pressure slash." After saying the name of the magic, the village chief's staff swung down, and an air blade slashed towards the knight, and in the process, the village chief deliberately ordered them to be withdrawn in order to prevent the air blade from being blocked by the branches and weakening their power.

The branches inside the trunk of the tree were received as if they had never grown.

The speed of the air blade slash was so fast that the Goblin Knight had to resist, and the iron blade surrounded by the whirlwind was defended in front of his chest, and the air blade slash rushed straight away, knocking the knight's body back several meters and slamming his back into a tree.

"It's so easy to fight a beginner in magic...... But the power doesn't seem to be as strong as what you send~" The village chief complained, staring at the front of the staff with a worried eyebrow, "Sure enough, is it better to use a knife for this move?" Not suitable for staffs. ”

"You bastard," said the knight angrily, the abrupt veins already out of the corner of his eye, "how dare I steal the power that the king has given me!?" ”

"Steal? Heh~" The village chief couldn't help laughing, "Just a goblin, do you know that "stealing" is not good? ”

“……”

"And what do you think about looting and killing? What is better than stealing? ”

"The law of the jungle!" Taking advantage of the fact that there were no branches to stop him, the knight leaped forward, and his strengthened muscles allowed his feet to kick the ground away, and his colossal body was like a huge cannonball blasting towards the village chief.

It just so happened that the village chief also wanted to try another magic that he had just reproduced - the whirlwind enchantment.

The spell of the whirlwind enchantment was relatively simple, this time he didn't say the name of the magic, but only went through it quickly in his heart, and the staff was surrounded by a whirlwind similar to the sword in the knight's hand, blowing his white hair and gray robe to the air, as if the whole person was diving into the water.

The staff is not suitable for the magic of the sword, and the village chief also knows this, in order to avoid the recurrence of the previous weakening of power, he strengthened the injection of magic power, and his own magic power is so huge that the goblin in front of him can't imagine, let alone match, of course, the other party must not have the eyesight to see the gap in magic energy.

The village chief held the staff in front of his chest with both hands, and after he stared, a large amount of magic power was suddenly injected, and a whirlwind erupted, even forming a tornado with a diameter of seven or eight meters.

The knight noticed that it was too late, and the speed of the advancing body was sharply reduced due to the repulsion of the tornado, not only that, but the village chief swung the staff, and the tornado followed the path, and the huge pillar of wind knocked the "small" knight away, but the square knife that it had defended in front of it was also vulnerable to come out of its hand.

The knight closed his teeth tightly, did not let out a scream, and flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground, causing a huge crater in the soil, and his knife fell not far from the village chief.

At this point, the battle seemed to be over, and the village chief, Grichald, did not leave the boulder beneath his feet, and won a landslide victory.

A knight without a weapon, even if he still has the strength to spare, it is more difficult to defeat the village chief.

The knight struggled to his rise from the pit, his armor half-worn from the blow, revealing his muscular green body.

"The leading warrior of the northern goblin is nothing more than that~ the rest of the fun will end here." At the same time, the birch trees around the knight grew sharp branches, and this time instead of stopping it, it slowly stabbed straight at the knight, "I could have killed you in such a straightforward way, but your magic is so funny, I can't help it..."

The birch spikes had surrounded the knight, and they were densely packed like a sphere, and the knight was in the center of the sphere, and there was no escape.

Are you going to die here? The knight was calm on the outside, but he was unwilling, and he thought that he had failed, that he had not yet set foot in the village, that he had not been able to impress the king, and that he had made such a consequence by his own opinions, and that he had strongly opposed the shaman's help at the beginning... Shaman? The reason why the shaman did not fight together in the end was also to help the knight to work independently, and it seemed that this was the case, and the knight suddenly remembered the shaman's words when he commissioned - to use a knife doused with potion to slash the strongest mage in the village, "It doesn't matter if you don't kill the other party, as long as the knife can touch him..."

That original sentence made the knight raise his eyes slightly and stare directly at the village chief... Contact? Will it work? I hope I didn't understand the shaman's meaning wrongly, and I was just impatient with it at the time, and Gu Gao casually agreed...

"It's a boring battle, except for reproducing new magic, and it's only enough for me to move my shin bones a little." The village chief sighed with a smile.

"Do you worship glory? Terran. The knight suddenly spoke, shouting to the village chief.

"Huh?"

"For the warriors, it's the weapons of the battlefield that deserve to die, not these bantering branches."

The Goblin Knight stared intently into the village chief's eyes, unfazed by the spikes that were about to touch his skin.

After waiting for two seconds, the branch had pierced into his exposed upper arm, and blood was pouring out.

The village chief raised his hand, and all the branches stopped stabbing down.

"What do you want to say?" The village chief was curious, and the other party was not bluffing for mercy, "As the strongest mage in the north, of course I value glory... Even the village blacksmith Holf maintained the glory of his youth on the battlefield, seeing it as the essence of life. ”

"Well, it seems that I am not mistaken, the Terrans of the Andu Kingdom believe in the god of forest wood, Mori, and you will respect the enemy at the moment of his death and fulfill one of his requests, right?" The knight said calmly, despite the fact that he was pierced by branches in many places on his body, he ignored the pain and did not move.

"A goblin who does all kinds of evil also deserves the respect of his deathbed? Heh~" The village chief first mocked, then frowned helplessly, and scratched his head with his staff, especially when he saw the knight showing the posture of a soldier on the battlefield, he felt even more so, "...... Although I don't want to admit it, the god Mori does advocate that we fulfill a request of the dying, as long as it is not against our interests. ”

"Very well," the knight seemed to see a turnaround, and his natural voice was hoarse, but it was very formal, "my request, with my sword, came to end my life." ”