Unyielding will, the racial identity of the Arranstrians......

If there is one of the many branches of humanity that is closest to the orcs of the wasteland, then the barbarians of Arranster are the undoubted answer, according to legend, every barbarian in that area even has a very small part of the blood belonging to the orcs and ogres flowing in the veins, the outline of the skeleton and muscles will be larger than normal when they become adults, and even the racial characteristics are the indomitable will born specifically for battle.

The unyielding will roared and roared, fighting until the last drop of blood was shed in the body—

Urs snorted, the air in his throat rubbed like the roar of a beast, and his heart was almost about to love his race in this life at this time!

This allowed him to continue the fight without being dragged down by the injury!

He was bleeding from pain, his fingers chained to the hilt of the Cursed Blade, and his eyes immediately rose to look at the damned Tieflin—

Brian's longsword shone with a demon-shattering aura and swung towards the Tieflin Juggernaut. Entropy gray reddish right hand grasped the handle of the calamity, and saw the old knight who was trying to swing his sword to leap at him with the body of a dwarven warrior, and the katana in his hand immediately came out of its sheath with a bang, and the sharp curved blade flashed forward with a blood-colored slashing arc!

But the color of the blood drawn out by the slashing arc came from himself - Urs knew that he did not dare to use his soul talent lightly, precisely because the innate ability of this evil sword master was as extreme as his advanced class, called "Blood of the Whetstone".

Using this natural ability, he needs to make his weapon come into contact with another hard object that is used to temporarily "polish" the weapon, and cause it to rub against it the moment he attacks, in order to trigger the feedback of the laws of the world to his behavior, and to incorporate his own blood as a special enchantment into the attack launched by that weapon.

In short, the moment he draws his sword and slashes, it is equivalent to inserting his own knife, paying the price of higher strength, so as to further strengthen his offensive.

Juggernaut is an extreme advanced class that abandons defense in pursuit of extreme output, and in order to maximize the flexibility that is beneficial to hits and damage, he is even willing to give up the protection provided by various armor, especially the armor that is most likely to affect agility.

Entropy never despises his enemies, but he doesn't like to deliberately "hurt" himself with that ability when he has full grasp.

Urs's desperate onslaught disrupted his rhythm a bit, and at this point he thought that the certainty of victory had slipped away from his hands, so he was going to increase his killing efficiency with all his might.

As one of the Doomsday Apostles within the Holy Cult, he, like the priestess named Sana, has the ability to sense the location of the artifact, and perceives that his target is on one of the people in front of him.

That old paladin? The tower shield dwarf? Or is it that mad dog brute? Or someone else?

It doesn't matter, you have to kill it anyway......

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the Tieflin Sword Saint frowned slightly, pursed his lips to endure the sudden pain in his body, and the unsheathed katana met Brian's Evil Slash. The volleys of weapons on both sides staggered into the air, and Brian's right hand holding the sword immediately felt that the enemy's attack was stronger than not long ago!

Whether it's the power of the slash, the precision or the sense of oppression brought by some so-called momentum-

At the end of the confrontation, the temporary +3 enchanted sword broke under that sword - fortunately, the sturdy armor saved the old paladin's life, and the protection of the metal armor broke a gap, somewhat negating the damage from the blade.

Brian was dumbfounded, blood splattered from under his armor, and his half-empty body fell to the side unbalanced, slamming into the pewside area on the side of the church with a "bang", and his tin can-like figure fell to the ground and rolled all the way over several rows of iron-edged wooden chairs, and his consciousness drifted away uncontrollably.

At the same time, although Stone Fist, who was seriously injured and lying down, was unable to receive Thea's divine healing, the fingers of the half-orc warrior monk seemed to move suddenly, although no one noticed......

Koto got up and looked up, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the strange man with the horns on his forehead would cut down one of his companions.

"Oh, ahhhhh He roared, his muscular body recovering the last stretch of distance he hadn't completed before and continued to crash into the Tieflin Swordmaster.

The fortress shield blocked half of his vision in front of him, and at the same time, the angle limited Entropy's perspective - this opportunity was seized by Grolayden, and the Acid Fang Crossbow fired again!

"Whoosh" - the air is broken by the bolts, but the subtle movement is keenly picked up by Entropy this time.

He didn't intend to make the same mistake twice. He and the former Far Easterner master of Stone Fist had taught him some warrior monk techniques, the kind of monk combat skills with a bit of oriental mystery, combined with daily meditation, could give people a little intuition to deal with sudden crises.

The Emerald Bay side of the story seems to refer to that combat instinct as a "reflex dodge."

Entropy probably sensed that the old thief had "hidden" the crossbow's long-range sneak attack on the side of the tower shield, and immediately took advantage of the speed gap between Koto and himself to move sideways in that direction, and then saw the crossbow bolt covered by the angle of vision.

The crossbow flew at an astonishing speed, but Tieflin released her left hand from the scabbard hanging from her waist and flicked forward with a sense of guidance—

"What?!" Gloriden was immediately stunned, this guy actually opened his crossbow with his bare hands?!

Entropy does it. "Blocking flying arrows" is also a skill of the warrior monk, the Far Easterner master who has already been killed by him has taught him and the stone fist many things, and he doesn't mind incorporating a little more foreign reinforcement into the combat style of the sword master, anyway, the warrior monk and the sword master are not armored......

The sour bolt swirled in mid-air near him, and there was still a remnant of the blood-colored enchantment on the katana called Calamity. His gaze glanced at the stunned old thief, and with a simple twist of his wrist, the back of the katana was aimed at the end of the crossbow with an awkward but tricky horizontal slash, causing the whirling crossbow to bounce back in a good direction!

God knows how he managed to do such an acrobatic operation.

Gloriden took a breath of cold air, and his steps were just about to dodge to the side, but his old body couldn't keep up with his reaction speed—

He's old. The old dog's teeth haven't fallen out yet, but some of the hard bones can't be gnawed anymore!

The bolt quickly struck himself in turn, and the thrust of the knockback shot sent him back with a muffled grunt. The old man's feet were off the ground, his body folded like a piece of paper, and his back, which was covered with a layer of leather armor, immediately hit the wall on the side of the main entrance of the church, and a mouthful of old blood came out of his mouth.

He wasn't dead yet, he had a breath left, and his eyes narrowed uncomfortably to find his weapon, the sour tooth crossbow had just fallen from his hand, and the ring that was supposed to be on his finger was missing at some point.

The Magic Missile Ring is still there, and the Lurker's Ring is gone.

Just like the half-orc warrior monk's fingers that had just moved, everyone in the fierce battle didn't notice this small detail......