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The white mist on Stuart, the "Knight of the Broken Sword", became thicker and thicker, and even enveloped his whole body, looking from a distance, like a huge white silkworm cocoon. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But as soon as the lich turned around and took three or five steps, a large number of tiny cracks suddenly appeared in the ice shell covered by the "cocoon", and the cracks became larger and larger, and the entire layer of ice shell quickly peeled off. Above Stuart's stiff face, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the light was blazing white, and in those unreal pupils, a large number of mysterious, spiraling scattered arcane characters emerged.

"Spike, please come back to Dill with me!"

Stuart's voice came from behind, and the lich turned and stopped, and in the cloak, the red soul fire in the white skull was wafting, but he was not very surprised—if Stuart was so easy to defeat, then he was not the real Stuart. The Warden of the Council of the Dead, no matter what, shouldn't have this level of strength.

All he did was hope to defeat the old-fashioned and inflexible [Dread Knight] and make him retreat. But now it seems that the goal has not been achieved.

A staff of white bones made from the bones of an unknown animal, the unruly lich clenched his hands across his chest—

In a corner of the valley, a sneaky figure poked out its head and quickly retracted from between a huge protruding rock and a fallen tree.

"Damn! What the hell, two high-level undead! ”

When he first saw what he saw, he was completely smeared - at this time in September 553, before the game was served, there were such powerful dead people in the earthly world, and it was still two, which was a completely bewildering situation.

Judging from the traces of the battle scene, the two dead should have the level of LV60+, but Glo-

Now he is just a ranger of LV12, although the otaku in his previous life has a very high PK level, but the strength suppression brought by the huge level gap is by no means something that can be competed with by technology and experience alone. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva and creeping, tiptoeing around, like a cunning fox, Glo bent down and hid her figure behind the rocks.

He was just alone, and he originally planned to return to inspect the situation - to see what had happened to his companions, but he didn't expect that not far from the town of White Rock, the road was destroyed by two high-level undead, and his companions were still nowhere to be heard. At this moment, the mood of the bandit leader can be imagined.

The middle finger points to the sky!

Moving his body a little from the gap between the rocks and the trees, Glo retreated - although he was depressed and annoyed, the otaku's reason did not forget to tell him not to die, the battle between the two high-level undead was definitely not something he could mix with now.

However, plans have not always kept up with the changes.

"Worthy of Stuart, the knight of the Broken Sword!"

The lich's feet stomped over the dead branches and rubble on the ground, and the arcane energy on the staff gathered again. He hated everything he had suffered in Diel, and now, these strong emotions were all transferred to the [Dread Knight] on the other side.

He was reluctant to return to Dill at this time, and Stuart kept forcing him to do what he didn't want to do—the only way to resist the power of will is the power of will. Spike has decided to put his capital on the ground, for his own sake, for his freedom, and to completely Stuart.

The power of the arcane language fluctuates in this quiet mountain forest, disturbing countless threads of law. The black cloak fluttered like a balloon, Spike's voice became rapid and high-pitched, and the ups and downs of the syllables in his mouth echoed like a storm, and the knight opposite him, the warden and executioner of the Dill Council of the Dead, the "Broken Sword Knight" Stuart, solemnly raised the huge broken sword in his hand.

Bucket-thick pillars of light instantly pierced the entire valley. The path of the pillar of light, the air along the way was sizzling because of the powerful energy, shining with a thick blue-purple electric light, this blow from the time it was sent out to the time it hit the target, it is difficult to describe it in an accurate time quantifier. In seconds, it's undoubtedly too huge, like a drop of rain falling into a lake.

The blow barely scared Glo - he lay on all fours, his eyes shining through the air not far above his head, and a whole row of trees disappeared, and after the pillar of light passed through the dense woods, it hit the rocks of the mountain wall, striking out a bottomless circular cavern with a diameter of more than two meters, emitting thick smoke and heat, and the pungent smell of magma reaching his nostrils.

Glo pinched his nose and smothered a "sneeze" in his throat and chest, he was afraid that making a little noise would attract the unnecessary attention of the two high-ranking deceased-

"Ray of Destruction!"

Stuart exclaimed. As the existence of the pinnacle of the [Transcendent Realm], the negative curse did not last long on his body, and when he saw this light, his face, which had been calm, finally showed a huge shock, but he didn't have time to react, he just subconsciously blocked the broken sword in front of him.

Boom -

The tremble of metal.

The pillar of light struck the wide sword of the broken sword, and something unexpected happened - the pillar of light was deflected. Stuart's broken sword emitted a colorful light in a purple arc of electricity, and the light was extremely intense, like a rising sun. At this moment, Glo was still lying among the rocks and trees without looking up, but suddenly he felt a tremor coming from the deepest part of his heart, this feeling was unprecedented, but it made people feel particularly quiet and gentle, and the heat was surging in the limbs.

The blazing light in front of him obscured all vision, and Glo couldn't open his eyes at all, but when he closed his eyes, he saw a different picture - ruined villages, war-torn towns, helpless exiles of civilians who had lost their homes and loved ones, nobles dancing in sumptuous costumes at banquets, wine glasses raised high. Outside, black clouds covered the earth, ten thousand dawns pierced the haze, and the goddess Elubea, whispered in her ears the poetry of heroes. The wilderness of dawn was deserted, and a lonely figure walked by—

Wait, isn't this the opening CG animation of Discord?

Glo was stunned, as if he saw Elubea's nodding and smiling, and the goddess was walking towards him, looking at him with amazement and admiration on her delicate and beautiful face. But just as he wanted to say hello to the goddess, all the images disappeared.

It was just a hallucination, and Glo quickly came to his senses.

However, when he rubbed his eyes and looked around again, he found two figures standing nearby, and their eyes had already fallen on him—red soul fire, and silver pupils.