Chapter 31: Choosing Hope

Lauderkenna didn't know what his personality was like during his lifetime, but during the time he was awakened to become an immortal, he felt that he had always been an undead spirit who did what he said and acted decisively.

After informing Wairutan of his fate in a deep voice, he strode towards it without pause, while his black armor was spread out, and his thick arms were like a python waiting to hunt its prey, and the movement of lifting it seemed to be slow, but it was about to reach him in the blink of an eye.

The Bone Knight's approach is simple and crude - it's not certain yet, but it's always a good idea to catch them all and study them slowly.

However, he obviously did not reach an agreement with the party Wairutan on this issue, although he was disrupted by Laudkenna's sudden and unconventional play for a while, but Wairutan also reacted quickly.

He knew that in this case, the slightest hesitation would no longer have his own choice, and the only choice he could make was

Fight!

He kicked away the Lich Apprentice before he could make any moves, and Miles, who was considered to be no longer a threat, fell to the ground as his robe rolled, and Wairutan's sharp twin knives shot out like lightning, flashing a bright sword light in the not brightly lit corridor, blocking the black armor.

However, Laudkenna did not change his movements because of Wairutan's resistance, and the swift two knives were only in front of the Bone Knight's right hand, and the difference in strength between the two made it difficult for these two knives to even hinder Laudkenna's movements.

However, Wairutan had already expected this, he didn't think that his two swords in a hurry could cause any hindrance to the silver rank's accumulation, his purpose was not to really block Lauderkenna's attack, but to facilitate himself to borrow strength from it, although Laudkenna's strength was somewhat beyond his imagination, but it didn't hurt for him.

I saw the ranger's upper body lean back and sink, and with the power of Lauderkenna's right hand pressing down, the whole person fell face up to the ground, but before his back could make contact with the hard gray stone, Wairutan had already made the next move.

The scimitar in his left hand deftly drew a semicircle in the air and retreated, and the already disparity in strength was even larger after Wairutan withdrew an arm, and the distance between the black armor and the ranger instantly decreased, and he could even feel the cold aura emanating from the Bone Knight's body all the time on his skin, which was the breath of death.

However, the moment before Wairutaan's knife-wielding right hand was pressed back to his chest, and Laudkena's black armor wrapped around his palm was clenched, the scimitar had already hooked the leg armor of the Bone Knight, and the ranger suddenly slid out with his entire body like a swimming fish, at an angle almost parallel to the ground.

Before Wairutan could rejoice in the aftermath of the catastrophe, the chill from behind him couldn't help but shiver down his spine - as if to warn him, you were just lucky enough to dodge the blow, and it was still far from the end.

The ranger also knows that his catties and taels, the scene just now is already a super-level performance, or take advantage of this silver powerhouse in a trance, a little careless, if he is allowed to do it again, it can only be said that the old goblin wants to slay the dragon, and he has lived enough.

Before he could slide out of his body, the scimitar that had hooked his leg armor was released, and Wairuta turned over to the ground, ignoring the knife that had fallen to the ground, and just ran towards his sister Nila.

He knew very well what his "right" choice was, and he knew that his current actions were the most stupid, and even Wairutan himself kept cursing himself in his heart, citing all kinds of reasons to try to convince himself.

It's definitely easier for one person to run away than two people, Nila is still unconscious, that damn, the bone frame that should be cut by a thousand knives still has some kind of ghost brand on her, besides, this girl is not cute at all, and it is in vain to save it, she always dismantles her own stage, always likes to raise the bar with herself, loves to be lazy when she works, and there are some strange thoughts in her head and she always drags herself into the water, and she always steals her own private money to go out to help orphans, and she doesn't humbly accept it when she cooks......

But the movements of Wairutan's hands did not slow down at all because of these complaints in his heart, but were a little faster, and he dragged the unconscious Nila on his shoulders - he even had time to continue thinking about it, if she was usual, she would definitely make a fuss, and if she said that she would definitely want to hug a princess, my brother deserved to be fancy.

Then he would be not to be outdone and talk to her, thinking about Huairutaan, he couldn't help but laugh, and laughed out loud.

"Old sister, it seems that it will be difficult to quarrel with you in the future."

He whispered, and with his empty left hand, he took out a vial from Nila's waist bag, rubbed the mouth of the bottle and wiped it on the nose of the unconscious girl, which was a brain-rejuvenating pill made of bitter amaranth and bromine cue mixed with fish gelatin and other things, mainly used to deal with some drugs and wild hallucinogenic plants that were not very effective, but for Nila's situation, Wairuta was not very sure.

To Wairutaan's slight relief, Nila furrowed her short eyebrows and began to cough as if she had come to her senses.

He could only pray in his heart that the Ranger and the Traveler's protector would not be condemned by the fact that the tribute he had paid would "occasionally" fall short of two pounds, and that he would be able to shelter the brother and sister - oh no, Nila alone would be enough, and hopefully she would escape.

As for himself, the ranger clenched his scimitar and licked his lips, staring at the black-armored undead who were walking slowly.

It will definitely not be able to be killed, let alone one Wairutaan, even ten more Wairutan will not be enough for this knight to fight, he thought, but as long as the timing and position are right, there should be no problem in delaying until Nila escapes.

Laudkenna looked at Wairutaan in an offensive stance, a cold voice coming from under his visor.

"Are you rejecting my kindness, human?"

Wairutan shook his head

"Good intentions? That's just wishful thinking. ”

Then, as if remembering something, he pointed his chin at Nyla behind him.

"If you really mean something, how about letting my sister go?"

Laudkenna didn't answer, of course, the act itself was an answer, and as he walked as a pale black mist flowed out of the cracks in his armor, it began to spread in a circle centered on the Bone Knight.

Miles, who had been kicked away by Wairutaan, watched silently as the circular black mist expanded around at a slow but determined speed.

As a self-aware undead, of course he will not enthusiastically introduce this to others at this time This is the signature skill of the Bone Knights, the terrifying aura, which will weaken the will of everyone within the range of the aura, and weaken their strength, and when it comes to the high level, it can be promoted to the fear aura, and the weakened power will be fed back to the bone knight who released the aura - then it is not a boss, but a collaborator.

Now the terrifying aura has not fully unfolded, and when the Lich Apprentice estimates the distance, and when he gets close to himself, it will be almost there, and at that time, with the fragile will of human beings, he may be paralyzed to the ground and unable to move, right?

But then Miles overturned his own idea, it was another human, and his eyes swept away from the butler and Zrolla who were standing stiffly, and then fell back to the young ranger.

This man, with no fear in his eyes, made his own judgment as the Lich Apprentice, who had taken care of countless "materials" under his mentor.

That's right, in the face of an irresistible enemy like Lauderkenna, Wairutaan brazenly chose to attack, although he didn't know what the spreading fog was, but his intuition told him that he must not wait until it completely spreads before acting.

In the process of running towards the Bone Knight, the ranger wiped on his waist, and several sharp flying knives appeared in his hand, raised his hand and threw it out, and the silver flying knives made a sound of breaking the air in the air, but they landed on the black heavy armor, which could only be exchanged for a few soft clanging sounds, and then fell to the ground.

Wairutan didn't stop there, he was already close to Laudkenna, and as soon as he was short, the scimitar in his right hand was about to fall on the knee of the Bone Knight.

But apparently, Laudkenna, who had the previous experience, did not intend to give him this opportunity, and the left foot was retracted, and the black hand armor had already caught the hilt of the great sword behind his back, only to wait for Wairutan to get close to him and slash down with a sword.

Now that he has done it, Laudkenna doesn't care about the life or death of Wairutaan, anyway, he originally planned to make this brother and sister immortal, as long as he pays attention to proportion, it is enough to keep the approximate torso.

However, Waitutan did not throw himself into the net as he expected, and the Ranger put his left hand on the ground, and his feet kicked the waist of the Skeleton Knight, but Laudkenna, who was wearing heavy armor, did not move, but Waitutan himself felt pain in his feet.

Even the others who were watching the battle from the sidelines saw this, although they had known that the powerhouses of the Silver Rank must be powerful beyond their reach, but they were still shocked and desperate to witness this one-sided battle situation.

Facing this despair, Wairutan was even more bitter in his heart, if it weren't for Nila, he would have surrendered on his knees a long time ago, praising the great Emperor of the Dead, but now, only now-

"I'm going to have to hold you back when I die!"

The next moment, Wairutaan, who could not avoid Lauderkenna's pursuit, was pinched by the neck of a black-armored knight and lifted up, and at the same time, with a conspiracy victory, he smashed out the slender glass bottle in his hand head-on.

Miles looked at the familiar shape, the familiar silver brilliance, and suddenly understood that this was probably the real thing, and couldn't help but be shocked

"Beware of the Holy ——!"

Before he could finish speaking, the slender glass bottle had already made a crisp sound and shattered, and the liquid with a faint silver glow splashed on the black visor with a snorting sound, and the soul fire in Laudkenna's eyes beat wildly.

At the same time, the slowly spreading aura of horror also trembled violently, and the ring-like structure that had been gradually forming disintegrated, and a large amount of black mist as the main body dissipated into the air.

The Bone Knight let out a painful roar, grabbing Wairutan's right hand and letting go, and the latter, who didn't expect that the holy water that was not his killer weapon had such a great effect, couldn't help but be stunned, but then remembered again

"Take advantage of his illness and kill him!"

Ah, yes, that's right! That's it, Wairuta sighed in his heart that he summed up this sentence so well, and then reacted.

Wait, that's ...... I didn't say that, did I?

Before the Ranger could finish his reaction, his attention was drawn to the whistling sound coming from behind him, a few broken sticks of wood, the narrow, regular shapes and intricately carved patterns all reflected the quality of the workmanship and the high price of the price, if they were a whole.

The strip of wood, apparently removed from the frame, slammed into Laudkenna's head, and apart from a few muffled noises from his helmet, the Bone Knight didn't react in the slightest, or rather, he kept reacting, and the roar echoed throughout the corridor.

Judging from Wairutan's throwing knives just now, counting on the impact of these wooden bars on Laudkena is only if their price can be converted into actual damage, and in fact, this kind of attack that is not even as good as tickling is not unconcerned to Laudkenna, who has not yet recovered from the damage caused by the holy water of attribute restraint, but does not notice.

But the Ranger immediately understood what this seemingly meaningless move was for, and he turned his head to see that the eyes of those who had already despaired, given up struggling, and accepted their fate began to gleam again, although they still did not move, but something had indeed changed.

Wairutaan's eyes widened, and this was a sign!

It was a signal to break the previous domineering image of Laudkenna! Tell others that the silver powerhouses, while powerful, are not invincible, that they will be hurt, that they will suffer, that they will... Knocked down!

Not a single cent of time was wasted, and the moment the stick hit the ground, Wairutaan's ears moved, and he heard footsteps coming from behind.

Swallowing his curiosity, the ranger clenched the scimitar in his hand again.

He knew what he should do now, and the swift knife light plunged into the gap in Laudkenna's armor at a tricky angle, making a piercing sound, this time Lauderkenna finally reacted, and the bone knight's subconscious backhand was a punch, but this instinctive reactive counterattack was easily avoided by Wairutaan, and made up for another knife, slowly accumulating damage.

"That's not it, forget it, I'll come!"

The voice tried to explain something, but then gave up, but by this time Wairutan did not have to look back to see the owner of the young voice.

The Ranger first saw a broken sword, broken but not less sharp, then a dark red adventure suit with a scattered light steel armor and shimmering maroon pupils under his short flaxen hair.