The Blacksmith's one-handed staff didn't look like anything ordinary, with a blood-red staff in the shape of a dragon's head attached to it, and countless rusty red spots hiding ---- enemy blood in the bronze cladding. "Grandmaster One-handed Staff", the most curious thing is that this staff is similar to Wang Nima's, faintly turning out a more holy and transparent texture, indicating that it is only a few steps away from the legendary equipment extreme, the primordial quality.

As he took out the shield, a bearish momentum slowly emanated from his body, and under the dim sunset as thick as honey, the black armor looked up at the sky, and the black sideburns like a lion's mane scattered out of the helmet, as if he wanted to enjoy the blood of war.

Brother Tiger had heard that Tayang, a legend of the Beast Spirit Clan and known as the nomadic king, had left behind the bloodline of pitch-black hair before dying in battle. Therefore, the beast spirits are all covered in pitch black and shiny hair color is auspicious. If you are lucky, you can even get the blessing of the heroic soul who died in Tayang in battle, and such beast spirits have all made a strong mark in history.

At the beginning of the founding of the Blood Guild President, Little Temper, he used his pitch-black gimmick, which actually had several yellow-brown longitudinal lines on his back, which is why he wore a cloak all year round.

As if he could merge with the deepest darkness, the black-armored warrior raised his shield above his head, roaring loudly, and laughing, "Happy! ”

Brother Tiger smiled, and slowly pulled out two one-handed blades from his back, one was a gorgeous brilliant gold, as if smelted from gold, like a knife and longer, like a spear with a blade, with an elegant arc at the tip, which could not only slash the entire split armor, but also pierce through the fragile cloth armor. "Grandmaster One-pistol ---- Relic", the best weapon, even if it is not the god-given quality of Wang Nyima and Thor, but it is not the same. The other is a snow-white scimitar with a backward barb, a design that, if used properly, can cause painful wounds to the victim. "Grandmaster: One-handed Blade---- Immortal"

The cold-faced scholar and others who were looking from afar on the opposite side were all trembling. Just the big black tall man and the hidden Harriland, if he chose to kill him in the tavern, he and the others would probably be killed on the spot by them if they had no power to fight back.

Of course, there are far more than the two of them on the battlefield, the nine colors of the sun are replaced in turn on the battlefield, and even if the terrain is vast, it is indescribably difficult to breathe, even if they take off their armor, everyone in the East and West Continents all feels like carrying a stone tablet on their backs, a fishy wind cliff, a unique space that is semi-separated from the outside world. Death is harsher here.

"Anna Nimsi, the woman who saves the living, the listener of pain, the goddess of the underworld who is merciful, listen to my prayers......" Black Armor, whose main talent is death, whispered the prayer of the goddess of death, hoping to gain her mercy on the battlefield. Even if this goddess does not like, even hates conquest......

Brother Tiger learned from the appearance of everyone to summon the mount A Gray, silver leopard fur oil, if it is a large mount such as a yak griffin, you can use thorny shoes to kick the lower waist and abdomen of the mount to make it irritable, many riders are experts in this area, the anger of the crotch mount is controlled in the range before a volcanic eruption, once it begins to charge, it will not die. When this kind of killing earns honor points, they often don't care about the resurrection mount and the consumption of tied gold.

As the purple sun slowly emerges from the horizon and the yellow sun sets over the mountains, a new purgatory begins.

"Ah----h

"Ah----h

There were no hateful words, no scolding, no wild laughter, no evasion, no arrogance, from between the East and West continents, two groups of black and oppressive cavalry troops, just shouting, with the corners of their eyes dyed red by hatred, directly killing the blood feud accumulated in the long years ahead!

Who's ahead? The sweet blood in his breath, the fear of being pierced by a blade, the trembling of being hit by a spell, and who is trembling under his armor or cloak?

"Live!"

The two sides of the centaurs had red eyes, and the troops at the front began to make contact, and patches of elk, gray horses, and manticore lions were knocked into the air!

The knights at the front slanted their spears diagonally upward, almost without effort, and simply used the power of the dash to make the guns strung with human flesh gourds, screaming that the hostile who was pierced to the spear was lifted to the ground by themselves, and before they could pull out their spare weapons, they were cut open by countless blades in front of them, and other vital points, and died with honor.

On the east road, one person in the first place, rushed left and right as if he had not slept and crashed into the ram's head at the city gate, and raised the enemy who could not draw his sword with his shield, and threw it directly into the air composed of the sharp tip of the blade in the rear.

Blood on the black armor flowed along the lines, and a pattern of the head of a beast bloomed on him, sad, pathetic, and strange.

It was the mage thigh in Brother Tiger's team, Black Armor. After this battle, his name was passed between the Eastern and Western Continents, and Dongdalu regarded him as an upright enforcer, the mainstay of Dongdalu, and Xidalu was a combination of demons and barbarism, a monster that could not be avoided---- a boring person of antiquity.

I won't mention it later.

Brother Tiger's Ah Ash struggled to the ground and died after being hit by several arrows, he had to untie the fixed belt and expose himself to the sword on the West Road Horse, a silver fine-veined arrow sinikily grazed his cheek, Brother Tiger's eyes followed the angle, it turned out to be the purple-clothed elf on the West Road, under the protection of the blade knight who had just passed the Ten Thousand Blade Knight, his face was like a layer of heavy white powder because of nervousness, where there was still feminine elegance swept away, leaving only endless obedience and distortion: "This arrow, in order to solve the hatred of the sword!" ”

The black armor roared and rode the black and red tiger towards this place, and everywhere he went, people turned on their backs.

Once the two of them reconcile, the chances of killing that damn Hariran themselves will be infinitely close to nothing.

Thinking of this, the cold-faced scholar gritted his teeth and pulled the still alive subordinates Blade Knight "Black Armor" and the nurse "Yuchen" to form a small team and kill Brother Tiger directly.

The black armor was blown by Yuchen to play the hymn of the earth, and the resistance increased greatly while recovering blood, and he used his sword to cover the shield and hit Brother Tiger directly, obviously wanting to drop ten times with one force. Crush the Hariran in front of him with his shield. was stabbed left and right by Brother Hu, barely resisting the bronze ancient master's short knife and immediately slashed back with the knife.

"Ah......" The black armor was in a cold sweat, and the waist and abdomen were not defended at the moment, and the sores were cut by the yin at the moment, if the strength was greater, I was afraid that the stomach would flow out on the spot. The damn Hariran was unforgiving, and kicked on his precious shield again, barely able to resist, and the black armor could barely hold the weapon in pain.

The cold-faced scholar began to chant the spell rapidly, and the fragile leather armor of the thunder pattern appeared around Brother Tiger, and his speed finally slowed down.

Even if Brother Tiger has two dual-wielding weapons that are almost perfect, he has no ability to suppress them in the face of the cooperation of three people and three professions, and his armor is still a very novice set, as long as he is seized to play a set of damage, on the ever-changing battlefield, death is only a breath.

Nurse Yuchen could only barely throw out her heart and hit the black armor with a continuous blow, and she was already tired, obviously like Qibao and the clear sky on a moonlit night when they teamed up, she was a water milk with no ability to protect herself.

Black Armor came back to his senses after feeling the pain of the wound in his abdomen, and couldn't help but be furious, almost not believing that he would be so embarrassed by the fledgling Hariran kid in front of him, and opened the defensive barrier in the sound of "Drink Ha" to immune to the effect of falling to the ground At the same time, the phantom of a silver-white shield appeared around his body, this is the absolute dominance of the shield profession in the face of assassins, as long as he is not surrounded by sneak attacks, assassins don't even have a chance to hit damage or hard stun.

At the same time, the cold-faced scholar's lightning technique was also chanted, and after sneering, he aimed at the position and smashed straight at the enemy in front of him!

Even if he is not well equipped, the skill of such a long preparation time should not be underestimated, the air above Brother Tiger's head seems to be drained, and half a second later, a silver-white thunder sphere seems to be shining down on his head with a destructive anger!

When Brother Tiger was about to jump back, a spell also came from behind him---- "Resentful water!" "This is clearly not a brutal spell in the Black Armor Death Talent.

Caught between two sides? Brother Tiger's back muscles finally tightened.

There is the sound of the wind, with moisture.

It had already rubbed the end of the hair on the back of his head.