Antiny, the mother of the third family, looked very unsightly.

Although she noticed that the First Family had suffered a big loss at the hands of a legendary mage, which should be a happy thing, but when she saw a half-elf high-level sword saint who appeared out of nowhere and slaughtered her subordinates, the female priest couldn't laugh at all.

As soon as the martial arts chief of her own family came on the field, the half-elf who looked like he had just come of age had his head cut off with a magic weapon with flames, and before that, Antiny could never imagine that there was really someone in this world who could overthrow the most powerful warrior of her family in one round, but the truth really happened in front of her eyes......

The remaining male warriors of their own family have all embraced them, but these dark elves, who have always regarded themselves very highly, are now dozens of people joining forces, but they can only fight each other single-handedly, and the third family housemother can't help but cover her forehead with her hands, is it that the enemy is too powerful, or are the warriors in her family all waste?

"Aren't you okay yet?" Thinking of this, Antiny glanced to the side with her scarlet eyes, where several dark elf males in magic robes were preparing a joint spell, and when she heard the slightly angry voice of her mistress, these mages immediately became confused, and one of the youngest-looking men bowed his head in fear and explained to the priestess.

"Mother, we've already prepared the spell, but now that our people are entangled with that half-goblin, I'm afraid ......."

"Yes, our clan has excellent magical resistance skins. Those dark elves who died under your spells must be disloyal compatriots to the Queen of God, and it is not a pity to die! Antiny interrupted her son in a cold voice. Without hesitation, the order to attack was given.

"Okay, I see. Do what you want, my mother. The young dark elf mage bowed his head in respect, then turned to the rest of his colleagues and nodded to the rest of his colleagues, and the dark elf mage immediately chanted the climax of the incantation, and a beam of light as black as ink condensed into the circle between them, aiming at the few people who were fighting fiercely in front of him.

"! These dark elves really don't care if their own people live or die! Acost, who was fighting the Dark Elf warriors in the shadow of the sword and sword, suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason, and he glanced in the direction of Antinie, and clearly saw the spell that was about to shoot in his direction.

Originally, Acoste chose to grapple with them in order to make the other party dare not use those powerful or annoying spells, relying on the immortal grip of the transcendent earrings to restore the effect. The half-elves finally got a taste of what it was like to be a berserker. It's just that I didn't expect the other party to be so ruthless, which makes it clear that I want these people to be buried with me!

Between the lightning and flint, the half-elf swordmaster didn't have time to think more with his brain, and the gladiator's leather armor worn outside his body flashed with a burst of earthy yellow luster, and Acoste, who had obtained the 2 strength bonus of the irascible spirit, slashed a sword at the two dark elf warriors standing behind him with all his might......

How powerful is the power of 27 points when it bursts out at full strength? Using an abstract object as an example, this is equivalent to the effect of a giant beast with a height of 20 meters, a body length of more than 50 meters, and a weight of about 15 tons......

The two Dark Elf warriors didn't snort, and were directly smashed into a pile of meat sauce by Acoste's sword and weapon.

And the street behind them, which was still intact, also cracked with the full force of the half-elf sword master. The cobweb-like crack continued to stretch into the distance, and eventually the whole street let out a strange sound that resembled a wail, and the two sides collapsed along the crack that appeared in the middle.

Acoste didn't have time to pay attention to his results, and with a force on his feet, he sped towards the exit he had opened.

Behind his back. The beam of light released by the Dark Elf Mage had burst out of the circle and shot in this direction.

Acoste now regrets why he used the shoe effect against the Dark Elf Assassin named Royt today, and now runs on only two feet. It seems that there is no escape from this explosion danger......

In a hurry, a well suddenly appeared in the half-elf's field of vision. Without saying a word, Acoste jumped to his feet, and plunged into the deep well.

"Boom ......" another earth-shattering explosion appeared in Dagger Valley. However, this time it was not like the last two times, with a blazing white dazzling light and a strong and pungent gunsmoke, but instead it was a rich and incomparably negative energy, which made ordinary people feel nauseous and vomiting from afar......

"Formation, Holy Light Descends, Holy Protection!"

Not far away, the priest of the Temple of Dawn, who was guarding the Dagger Falls, saw this scene, and a middle-aged man who looked like a regional bishop quickly shouted.

With his order, dozens of wounded paladins and priests stood up in two sides, the priest chanting prayers to release the divine protection and stop the necromantic aura from invading the place, while the paladin used the holy light to descend and dispel the dense negative energy.

Acoste and the old mage suddenly appeared like divine soldiers descending from the sky, and the people of Dagger Valley didn't expect it, but when they had already given up hope of life and were ready to die, such an appearance was definitely joyful!

None of those present wanted the unsung hero who appeared in front of them to save them to die like this, and neither did the priests of the Temple of Dawn.

"Let the mage unleash the wind-making spell and blow away those negative energy smokes." Randall. Lord Morn stood on the walls of the inner city, his lion armor had long been stained red with blood, and there were several knife marks on his arms and thighs, but this lord still did not leave the line of fire, and stood on the front line of the battlefield with his long sword.

"But Lord Lord, there are not many spell slots in the mage group, and every spell slot is precious now!" One of the lieutenants, disagreeing with his lord's orders, stepped forward to explain his point to Randall, only to be greeted with a hot slap in the face.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you now, you just have to do what I tell you to do, can those mage groups defeat demons with spell slots in reserve? Can you defeat the Dark Elves? Our lives are now pinned on Landry and the two outsiders, if you don't want to die, we can quickly convey it, now, immediately!! Randal roared at his men, and the lieutenant didn't know whether he understood anything or was shocked by his lord's momentum, so he didn't dare to fart anymore and ran towards the position of the mage.

"Hey......" Randal looked at the back of his lieutenant, as if he had suddenly aged more than ten years......

He recognized the adventurer, the half-elf who had broken into his castle in the middle of the night to warn him.

It's ridiculous that he thinks the other party is crazy or has some other purpose, and his arrogant self doesn't even let a mage use a lie detection on his words......

Now that the other party had actually rushed back at the moment of crisis, an indescribable mood surged over the heart of the great lord.

In any case, this half-elf sword master is the hero of Dagger Valley! (To be continued.) )