Barende couldn't hide.

Because the young man's attack came so suddenly, even if the gray dwarf realized the danger, he could not completely avoid the damage that the cross-shaped two-handed greatsword was about to inflict on him.

So the next moment-

"Poof—"

- The blade of the sword falls!

The muscles were brutally torn apart by the blade, and the sound of blood splattering!

"Wow!!" Barende screamed in pain, the left part of his neck and shoulder suddenly hollowed out, and the corner of his eye made him catch a glimpse of a thick arm dancing and splattering blood from the broken section into the air as he brushed shoulders with death.

It was his left arm—he was not wearing armor today, and he had worn a normal garment that had little protection in battle to preside over the banquet that Miela had instructed him to host, so the cross-sword slashed by the power of Urs looked as if it had not been hindered in the slightest, and then his arm was removed in one piece!

Cleanly and neatly – sliced like puree!

The male drow warriors present finally reacted, and I don't know who took the lead in shouting in the underground language of the dark elves: "Fight!" ”

Then they threw away their knives, forks and cutlery in unison, and with a neat sound of their armor, they stood up from their respective seats, and their professionally trained hand movements drew their scimitars from the sheath at their waists with a few "pouts"!

Curved blades, elegant sharpness -

"Boom!"

And a flash of flame that comes out of the sheath!

Karpath's Flame Scimitar, the Burning Flame Blade, also appeared in the crow's hand at this moment, and the fire elemental energy attached to it flowed like a river, dancing with the strings, and if anyone's eyes had time to lean over to take a closer look, they could see that the bewitching sharp weapon was actually wrapped with a slender silver thread!

That is, the strings of Dansel, the blades of the dancers.

Zeken's skills helped the black-robed Miss Poet further process the Flame Scimitar with this wonderful string material, so that the magic scimitar, which already had a +3 enchantment level, now has a new equipment attribute, even if this combat weapon was originally designed for slashing, can now be considered a bard's spellcasting instrument!

The Bard's unique musical spell must be cast by means of playing, but not limited to specific ways, even with blades as strings—

Strike and roar!

With the hilt of her sword in her hand, the burning fireworks fell downward, striking the long table of the banquet with the blade attached to it, making a crisp "ding" sound.

The sound of the sonata, like a raindrop of broken silence, spread rapidly along the surface of the lake called air, and then distorted by some strange force, and then evolved into a piercing hiss—

"Squeak~~~~~

It was uncomfortably sour, rubbing hard against the heart like a file, and both the male drow warriors and the other gray dwarf soldiers present, as well as the innocent underground dwarf servants around them, immediately gritted their teeth and narrowed their eyes.

But the cacophony didn't seem to affect the Thorn Squad, as if Miss Poet, who was making the noise, had made a choice of goals in the first place.

The emblem bracelet of the sun and the scales then slipped out of the long sleeves of the priest's white robes, and was expertly lifted into the air by the silver-haired wolf-eared maiden, aiming at the drow warriors who were temporarily stunned by the jaws, and the skillful prayers were sung fluently from her mouth.

But the object of prayer for the divine art this time is not the god of justice that the girl believes, but the natural law of Castaño-

Druid 0 Ring - Flash

Nature's laws are everywhere, even beneath the dark surface!

As Thea's quick prayer fell, a bright white light instantly lit up the banquet hall on the first floor of the town hall, and the chain of control perfectly connected with the sound of the crow's strings, and forced the vision of the drow warriors and gray dwarf soldiers to fall into a brief blindness.

The scene began to get chaotic. Realizing the outbreak of the battle, the underground gnome slaves of the city of Palomet fled in all directions.

Barende closed his eyes in time to avoid becoming blind in about a few seconds, and then fell to the ground in the direction of the dodge he had just pounced on.

He should be glad that if it weren't for the fact that the arm had taken the place of his head, which he didn't even have a helmet on, what he would have seen here would not have been the cross-sword that Urs was chasing after him with a twist of his wrist, adjusting the angle of his force, and then ghostly chasing after him!

It's supposed to be the scythe of Death's Dess—

"Oladin is on top—uh-aa The gray dwarf officer who fell to the ground struggled and roared, and luckily touched a one-handed battle axe stuck in the leg of the seat, and swung it in an attempt to block the young man's immediate pursuit of him.

He was afraid of death, so he struggled!

As for the gods of faith, even if the gray dwarves of Castano were expelled from the surface of the earth, they still stubbornly believed that the great dwarven gods were only deceived by their distant relatives on the surface, and the strongest evidence of this is that the gray dwarf priests of the dark regions were able to receive the divine power of Oladin in the divine prayers of divine magic.

Of course, most of the gray dwarves are not actually aware that Oladin has responded to them by simply putting the concept of "dwarves" in his list of priesthoods because of the laws of the world on the tablet of fate.

So Oladin must respond to the dwarves who believe in him. Not to the extent of protection, but at least it must respond, whether it is the highland dwarves above the surface or the gray dwarves below the surface, even if such a belief transcends the conventional limits of factional tendencies.

Aside, Urs's cross-sword, without sparing, continued to find Barende, who had been almost cornered by him.

The straight blade symbolized his wrath. The young man admits that his style of action is sometimes like that of a reckless man, but whether he is a reckless man or a wise man, he really can't maintain his so-called sanity to deal with what is happening at the moment.

And if you want to say why you can't put up with the humiliation of the gray dwarf sensibly, it's that this go-out dwarf has angered his own bottom line of tolerance!

"Die!!"

Urs's roar overshadowed Barend's roar.

His sword was like a heavy cannonball under the power of its furious state, and although it didn't explode with sparks, the visual impact seemed to others to be the same, and the only thing that was unsatisfactory was that Barend's battle axe was a magical weapon with an enchantment level.

The young man's strength was overwhelming in front of the gray dwarf, but unfortunately his cross-shaped greatsword could not perfectly play his powerful advantage - only to see the enchanted battle axe in Barend's hand was slammed into a deafening sound by the cross-shaped greatsword blade, and he fell to the ground and was rolled over by Urs's swing.

He looked embarrassed, but he managed to save his life.

And at this time, the divine light released by Xia was fleeting. The light dimmed again, and the Drow warriors and other grey dwarf soldiers began to intervene in the battle.

Book Keju Reading Website: