Zoya opened her bow and arrows, aimed at a minotaur and shot the unique skill of the "magic archer" profession, "Irrigation Arrow"!

Boom! The arrow struck the minotaur's neck, blood rising as it burst into a pitch-black arcane wave!

The original range of the 4-ring necromantic arcane "Dread" was based on the caster itself, spreading a thirty-foot conical area in a certain direction, but with the cooperation of the Spell Arrow, Zoya could use the place where the arrow hit as the starting point of the spell, and all hostile creatures within thirty feet of the Minotaur behind the Minotaur would be affected by the "Dread Spell", greatly expanding the range of the spell. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Minotaur is strong but has mediocre perception, and his will immunity grows badly, and he is so frightened on the spot that he loses his soul under the influence of the "fear technique", discarding his weapon and lying on the ground with his head in his hands, pouting and shivering, like a flock of ostriches burying their heads in the sand dunes.

"Barrels! Anton! Come and help me kill the cow! Zoya snorted and shouted excitedly.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Bloom was about to charge towards the herd when he caught a glimpse of a minotaur tiptoeing behind Zoya, raising his tomahawk in an attempt to sneak up and throwing his hammer without thinking.

Zoya saw the war hammer howling in the wind and flying straight towards her, and couldn't help but be shocked and angry: "Stinky dwarf! When are you still playing pranks with my mother! Before she could finish speaking, the hammer swept over her head, followed by a dull thud behind her, followed by a hot liquid spraying the back of her neck.

Zoya shuddered for a moment, turned her head to look, and realized that a particularly cunning minotaur had sneaked up behind her at some point, and if it hadn't been for Bloom's timely throwing of the war hammer to knock her down, she would probably have been the one with her head blooming at this time.

"Hmph, the little man is quite clever, please have a drink another day." As she spoke, Zoya stared at the still struggling minotaur, and two gray beams of light **** went out from her pupils and shone on the other party's face.

"Moo?!" The minotaur let out a frightened roar, and immediately stopped struggling, and turned into a stiff stone sculpture.

Swish! The figure flashed, and the dragon vein troll warrior monk Anton burst out with a breath of true qi, and rushed towards the group of minotaurs who were subdued by the "fear technique" with light skills, and hit the "Wind Combo" with his fists and feet, killing a strong minotaur in an average of two moves, and the few who were lucky enough not to die were also shocked by the true qi contained in Anton's fist, and stood there unable to move.

Anton took a deep breath, flicked his long arms and five fingers like eagle claws, and each of his hands picked up a minotaur weighing seven or eight hundred pounds, threw it at the opposite "sword blade wall" like a sandbag, and crashed into the flying blade and was smashed on the spot, and two clouds of flesh and blood blurred mist appeared in the air.

Swinging his sword and cutting down the last minotaur in front of him, Roland put his sword into the sheath with his backhand, wiped his sweat, and looked around, there were corpses all over the ground in front of the door of the big arena. However, unlike the rest of the city, the vast majority of these corpses were the work of war mobs, and the casualties on the defending side were not large, and the injured guards returned to the maze area to receive "advanced rejuvenation" treatment, and most of them could recover in a short time.

Repelling a wave of enemies may not change the overall situation in the city, but it is a hearty victory for those who defend the arena. Since the outbreak of the disaster last night, a climate of panic has spread among the people, and some people even despair that the fall of the city is a foregone conclusion. In such a gloomy atmosphere, the victory came at the right time, boosting morale and re-establishing the belief that they would return home.

Roland made his way through the excited crowd and walked towards Andrea.

The embarrassed "former Kitland citizen" retracted his dragon wings and landed, and a ball of red ** magic light rolled in her palm, as if conveying some kind of message to her, making her face gradually become solemn.

Roland recognized that the red ball of light was the information flow embodied by the 5-ring "Short Message Technique", and naturally had some kind of guess in his heart, so he walked over and asked her in a low voice, "Is it a message from the 'Dragon's Eye'?" ”

Andrea nodded, and said with a heavy heart, "The message from Jabella is that it conveys the instructions of His Majesty the Dragon King, asking me to return to the Dragon Fortress immediately. ”

Roland has heard of the name Jabela, it seems to be the "Dragon's Eye" of the green dragon general, a semi-green dragon drow elf with a very high warlock level, as for her relationship with Andrea is unknown, looking at Andrea's look, the other party may not have much friendship with her.

"That vicious woman Jabella has always been jealous of you, and it is possible that she is the one who falsely passed on the will of His Majesty the Dragon King and deceived you into going back to plot evil." When Zoya heard the letter from the headquarters, she immediately made it clear that she didn't want to go back, in fact, she hated the half-dragon generals who bullied the dragon vein clan more than Andrea.

"Anton, what do you think?" Andrea asked another assistant.

"I have no opinion, and I fully follow the decision of the general." Anton said dryly.

Andrea looked up and saw that the entire city of Kitland was still shrouded in gunsmoke, and as far as the eye could see, most of the streets and buildings were in ruins, and I don't know how many people were still dying in the ruins, waiting for their compatriots to come to their rescue. If you can't do anything, it's okay, you obviously have the ability to save the dead and help the wounded, but you have to leave your hometown when your compatriots need you the most, and you can't help but feel a little entangled.

"Do you really want to go......" she lowered her head and murmured sentimentally, "I feel like I've become a deserter." ”

Roland saw the hesitation in her heart, patted her shoulder and whispered, "Don't think too much, go back quickly." ”

"You think I should go back?" Andrea tilted her head and looked seriously into his eyes. She was a maverick all her life and cared little about other people's opinions, but Roland was a special case in her life.

"I know you want to stay, but you can't be emotional, let alone fall into the trap at this time, so far, your actions in the city are all in the realm of self-preservation, in order to survive you have to kill those who threaten you, but continue to stay in the shelter and fight to protect the surrounding Kitlanders, how can you explain to your colleagues in the Dragon Fortress? Yakov and the others will definitely use the topic to accuse you of being an undercover spy sent by the Kitlanders to the 'Dragon's Eye', and now that the Dragon King is not in the Far East, there is no one to restrain those four lawless half-dragon generals, if they really join forces to impeach you, you will really be at a loss for words. Roland said in a deep voice.

"If they want to harm me, even if I go back, it will be a dead end." Andrea's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"So you have to notify the cronies of the Dragon Vein clan to come out in advance to greet you, take precautions and then return secretly, I have seen Yakov, although the strength is strong, it is not much higher than Anton and Zoya, plus the number of the Dragon Vein clan is far more than the half-dragon clan, as long as you stay with your own people, those guys will not dare to openly attack you, otherwise the dragon's eye will break out infighting, and they may not be able to take advantage." Roland calmly analyzed.

Andrea didn't understand what he said, but she still couldn't swallow this breath, and said hatefully: "I'm so unwilling to run back like this!" I really hope that I can find an opportunity as soon as possible to take revenge on Grande to relieve the hatred in my heart! ”

Roland knew that she was anxious and face-loving, and she would do something stupid if she was not allowed to rush into the blood, so she hurriedly persuaded her not to be anxious, and worked tirelessly to translate such wise sayings as "If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan", "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years" and other wise sayings into lingua franca and say to her, so as to persuade and persuade the big witch to change her mind.

"You're right, with my current position, continuing to stay here is inevitably embarrassing, and it's hard to explain it." Andrea sighed and said faintly: "Although the world is big, the whole world is the enemy, there is no place for me to settle down, it is really a bit desolate when I think about it, maybe this can only mean that I am too a failure...... Say goodbye first, and if you have the opportunity to meet again in the future, you will be repaid twice as much. ”

Roland heard a trace of melancholy from her words, and his heart was very unbearable, he grabbed her hand and shook it vigorously, and persuaded softly: "Don't think about it, let alone do stupid things, there will always be a day when the clouds will open and the moon will shine." ”

The translation of ancient poems into the local languages of the Far East is somewhat distorted, but fortunately, Roland is a liberal arts student after all, and his long-term language training coupled with a little literary talent has enabled him to retain the rhythm and artistic conception of the original poem to the greatest extent in the translation process, and the greatest thing about poetry is that it can transcend the boundaries of the text and directly touch those perceptual hearts, not to mention touching the scene in the here and now.

"Keep the clouds open and see the moon......" Andrea was immersed in the beautiful artistic conception of the ancient poem, muttered, and after a long time, she raised her head and smiled at him: "This is the most touching word I have ever heard in my life, and I will always remember it in my heart." (To be continued.) )