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Precision Strike (41/100)

The perseverance of the training in the past few days has still paid off. Rubbing his somewhat sore wrist, Ryan, who had just freshened up, sat by the window to rest, looking through his attribute panel when he had nothing to do, when he heard a slight footstep behind him, he said without looking back: "It seems that we can leave tomorrow morning." ”

"Not necessarily."

Hearing Philip's low voice, Ryan was stunned for a moment, looked back, and before he could speak, he was blocked by his own leather armor thrown by the other party.

"Get dressed, we're in trouble."

With the help of the night, a group of black-clothed men silently haunted the woods outside the inn, countless sharp blades flashing a terrifying crimson light in the light of the lights inside the house.

"Except for the red-haired woman, nothing else!" A human who looked like a leader standing in the crowd waved the giant sword in his hand, and shook off Lukka with a relaxed appearance.

"Ahh

"Kill!"

"Rush!"

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As the guards patrolling the gate glowed with blood, a large group of robbers rushed out of the woods, screams and shouts of killing filled the entire inn in an instant.

Ryan, who had just gone out, was slightly stunned when he looked at the chaotic scene in the hall downstairs, and the strong smell of blood made him a little unacceptable for a while.

Poof! The short sword easily wiped the throats of the two robbers who approached, and Philip did not panic at all, and with every step forward, one of the incoming robbers fell to the ground. Seeing that his teacher was so brave, Ryan quickly sorted out his mentality, followed behind Philip, and swung his scimitar from time to time, harvesting the wounded bandits deliberately left by the halfling one by one.

Slash -5

Precision Strike (Knockdown) -3

Precision Strike (Throat Plastering) -9

Precision Strike (Dismemberment) -4

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Combat is worthy of the best mentor, killing several bandits in a row, and Ryan's specialty progress bar is skyrocketing.

As he walked to the hallway to meet his guards, Ryan suddenly heard a familiar obscure voice coming from below, and looked sideways to see a young man with a terrifying tattoo on his face raising his hand and pointing at him.

The spell is successfully identified, and the opponent is casting a two-ring spell, the Blazing Orb.

Warlock!

Seeing that the other party did not use the spell casting materials, and directly chanted the incantation, Ryan's palm holding the scimitar was already covered with sweat.

Duh! The familiar sound of crossbow bolts caught Ryan's attention, and before he could take a closer look, he saw a faint silver light shoot out from Philip's waist and hit the warlock's eye socket accurately, and the latter fell straight to the ground without saying a word.

"I'm afraid that others won't know that you're a spellcaster, it's really stupid." Shaking his head, Philip put away the crossbow as if nothing happened, the short sword in his hand seemed to melt into the shadows, and he couldn't see the trajectory clearly, and easily pierced the chest of the robber who was blocking him.

This is, Shadow Raid?! A special specialty that even shadow dancers who wield the shadows don't necessarily get!

Philip didn't have a chance to respond to Ryan's surprise, the short sword in his hand seemed to turn into a butterfly flying among the flowers, and he walked away at the touch, and the robbers in front of him fell one after another like harvested wheat.

"Damn bastard!"

Rumble! Not far away, the wooden door suddenly exploded, and a tattered robber's corpse flew out of it. I saw a middle-aged man holding a long sword walking out of it.

Cloth armor, heavy blows... I'll go, this can't be a Juggernaut, right?

As if to confirm Ryan's conjecture, the middle-aged man's footsteps were light, like taking off his bow and arrows, leaving a series of afterimages, and instantly came to Philip from the other end of the corridor, and several robbers in the middle stopped their movements for a while, and with the light sound of water, they fell in a pool of blood almost at the same time.

Seeing the Juggernaut approaching Ryan, Philip assassinated the last bandit in front of him, and hurriedly retreated back to Ryan's side.

After a brief glance at Philip, the Sword Master didn't mean to talk, he turned over and jumped down directly, the long sword turned into a streamer, and in an instant, it set off a bloody storm in the crowd.

Before he could come back to his senses, a person appeared again in the room that the sword master had just walked out, with silver-white steel armor all over his body, the dragon horn helmet without face armor looked powerful and domineering, and the cloak that was stretched to the crook of his feet was embroidered with a purple dragon pattern. I saw him raise the long sword in his hand, and a warm breeze instantly spread throughout the inn.

Ryan seemed to have been splashed with cold water, and instantly shook, and hurriedly opened his attribute panel.

Status: Final Resistance: Gain 12 temporary health.

Purple Dragon Knight!

Damn, what kind of team is this, there is a purple dragon knight, not to mention, what the hell is that sword master who is unparalleled in the crowd?

"Maurice! Go find Miss, I'm here! The Purple Dragon Knight lifted his heavy shield and roared, and the other people who were fighting with the robbers nearby seemed to stir up their hearts, and the hands wielding their weapons became more powerful and faster.

Battle Cry: The Purple Dragon Knight unleashes a powerful roar that grants +1 morale bonus to attack checks for a short period of time, as well as increasing land speed, which applies to allies within 60 feet.

The Sword Saint cut off the head of the robber with a sword, and his whole body was already soaked with blood, but after hearing the eager shouts of the purple dragon knight, he immediately nodded, like a fierce wind breaking through the crowd blocking the door, and when he was about to leave this place of right and wrong, a shocking roar sounded outside the door.

"Ahh The Sword Saint, who had just gone out, let out a cry of pain and flew back at a faster speed, smashing the wooden bar directly with great force.

Rampage? Barbarian?

Just as Ryan was stunned, a humanoid creature holding a giant sword slowly walked in, and everyone felt an inexplicable aura of terror.

The protruding fangs of the jaw, the exuberant hair, and the dull complexion of the skin are all unmistakable features that make the Comeder a half-orc, and a powerful barbarian on the verge of reaching the horror of his furious feat!

"Whew!" A single blow to a Juggernaut didn't seem to satisfy him, and the orc picked up the greatsword in his hand, and his feet were so powerful that he jumped high, and the greatsword smashed like a sledgehammer on a grieving guard.

The terrifying sound of flesh and blood splattered the entire hall in an instant, and everyone was shocked and angry, and for a moment everyone's weapons beckoned towards the barbarian who ran into the crowd.

Seeing this, Ryan was about to shout to be careful, but it was already too late.

Barbarians who don't know how to make big windmills are not real men!

As if seeing the corners of the orc's mouth curl up slightly, the latter ignored the various weapons that were about to slash at him, and let out a low roar, once again picking up the greatsword stained with shredded flesh and blood.

Whirlwind Attack!

Puff...

With a shocking scream and the sound of the cloth shattering, the blood instantly spread the entire hall, and the body of the half-orc had already been dyed scarlet, reflecting his grinning mouth, like a demon from the abyss!

Everyone involuntarily stepped back, even those robbers were afraid of being injured by mistake, and stood far away from the orcs, but there was only one person whose face did not change, and that was Philip, who gradually disappeared into the shadows beside Ryan!

"Maurice!" From the moment the Juggernaut was knocked away, the Purple Dragon Knight rushed to the bar where the splintered wooden planks were buried, and finally dug out his companion from it, only to find that the latter was already dying.

Hit by the barbarians after the rage, relying only on the defense of the Sword Saint Cloth Armor, there is basically not much hope of being saved...

However, there are no absolutes in the world, and just as the tears in the eyes of the purple dragon knight were about to flow down uncontrollably, a crisp singing voice and a beautiful piano suddenly came from the top of the building, and a graceful figure slowly appeared from the stairs above.

The spell is successfully identified, and the opponent is casting a four-ring spell to heal the fatal wound.