"Alas, I hunt geese all year round, but now I am pecked in the eye by geese."

Yilan was extremely bitter and depressed in her heart, and said in her heart: I was careless, I thought it was a lamb, but I didn't expect it to be a cunning fox.

"Why didn't you think this was a trick to lure the enemy?"

Misdakory was triumphant, his face full of mockery.

"Death, boy. Haha, you're dead, hehe, I'll show my face in front of Lord Gram. You're the best gift I've ever given to an adult. ”

Yilan was also very helpless, and was despised.

"Am I just going to have these two hits?"

Seeing that he is about to be concentrated by the assault skill, Ilan, who is facing a desperate situation, will not be restrained.

In the face of Mistakori's assault, this strong control skill, Ilan's skills can't deal with it, the shadow flying blade is too weak, and the flying spur is not murderous enough, Ling Feng's combo should be able to fight it, but Ilan's weapon is a dagger, and he will undoubtedly suffer a lot. Obviously, none of the existing skills on Yilan's body can compete with opponents, and there is still a big gap between Yilan and beginners in melee combat.

But Ilan wasn't panicking.

The skill is not good, well, then use it to block it, the meteor hammer was pulled out by Ilan, and with a shake of his hands, the huge hammer head smashed towards Mysdakory, and at the same time gave him a mental attack "Painful Torture".

Mistakori in the air couldn't dodge, first he had an unbearable headache, the broadsword in his hand almost fell, and then the strong collision between the broadsword and the meteor hammer, and the spirit of Mistakori, the broadsword could no longer hold it, and fell directly to the ground.

"Good chance, use the Lingfeng combo."

Ilan's ability to grasp the opportunity is very strong, between the lightning and the fire, his feet are forced, and his body rushes forward more than two meters, while Mi Da Keri is still having a headache, Ling Feng striking, the light of the skill flashes one after another, and attacks continuously at the speed of Ling Feng, and the damage of more than a dozen times is not at all something that Mi Da Kori, who has lost his mind, can resist, and soon, the cunning Mi Da Kori's neck is already dripping with blood, and his throat is cut open by Ilan.

The sound of "cough cough" did not stop, Mi Si Da Kori's eyes were no longer blurred, there was a taste of returning to the light, a mouth squirmed, and there were magic fluctuations in the air, this is to cast magic.

"It's strange that this treacherous guy is able to cast magic."

At this time, the knights in the camp had already woken up one after another, and saw that their captain Mistakori's throat had been cut, and they had been hit hard, and they rushed towards Ilan.

"Damn thief, let go of the captain."

"Hurry up and protect the captain."

A large number of knights poured in, and Ilan had a headache when he looked at it.

"Alas, now it's okay, a quiet battle has turned into an earth-shattering battle, it seems that it is impossible to be lazy."

"However, this big guy must not let go, kill him first."

The Shadow Blade, pieces of blood splashed, Misdakori's arteries were completely cut, blood was like a fountain, and the magic "Baptism of Light" that was already about to take shape was finally stillborn.

Ilan's meteor hammer was so abrupt that it actually broke through his close assault, and then hit him again and again, directly killing Mistakori.

His huge body suddenly fell to the ground, and immediately startled the ten cavalrymen who rushed over, and his actions were slowed down.

In the blink of an eye, Ilan had already thrown his killer weapon and net towards them, the night was deep, the distance was close, and there was no way to hide.

Ten people were in a panic, and when they saw a black light in the sky, they rushed over, and subconsciously took the weapons in their hands to greet them, and the result was very sad. Because the ten people were too concentrated, it was unfortunate that they were all wiped out by Ilan.

Yilan was in a very happy mood, although the beginning was not smooth and he was almost planted, but the ending was really good, a great consummation.

Ilan, who had achieved victory, pulled hard like a fisherman, and the bodies of ten people were pierced into a sieve, and their bodies were covered with bloody holes.

All of a sudden, crying dad called mother, screaming again and again, Yilan was not soft, one person and one knife, and sent them back to the west.

The earth-shattering sound of the battle still woke up Fonseca and Nasvaldo and others who were camping not far away.

"It's not good, captain, I'm afraid those two teams have been attacked, look at the direction, it should be Misdakory, that guy finally can't help it." Nasvaldo's face was stern, revealing a hint of joy.

"Well, well, the fish has finally taken the bait. Let's rush to help. ”

"We have to hurry up and don't let him run, and hopefully Mistakory can hold him back."

"Don't worry, Misida Cory is a beginner in life, hehe, I will definitely support it."

"Hurry up, hurry, don't be abrasive, hurry up, follow me to catch this little thief Ilan."

Everyone woke up from their sleep, and before they even had time to straighten their clothes, they quickly rushed towards Mistrakori's second squad after Fonseca and Nasvaldo.

"Hurry up, you have to catch this guy, you can't let him run."

However, the two were still a little farther away, and by the time they arrived at the scene of the incident, Ilan had already cleaned up the scene and was nowhere to be found.

"Alas, it's still too late, this guy slipped away too fast."

Mistakory's throat was cut and the aortic bleeding died. The death of ten of his subordinates was even more miserable, with dozens of blood holes pierced all over their bodies, and the blood was still flowing slowly outward, not yet dry, and they were stained with blood, and the clothes on their bodies were already tattered, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and even their faces could not be distinguished.

"It's so miserable, this Elan is a demon."

Fonseca and Nasvaldo, as well as the remaining thirteen knights, all had their throats a little clogged, and they felt like they wanted to vomit, this Elan was too cruel and bloody.

Although Fonseca, Nasvaldo and their subordinates were also full of blood and evil, but such a torture and killing of so many people, and it was also their colleagues, also made them indignant, of course, in addition, everyone's hearts were inevitably a little panicked, thinking that they might also be killed like this, their hearts suddenly felt uncomfortable, and they felt fear.

"I didn't expect this little hairy boy to be so powerful."

"No, we still have to meet up with Team 1, it will be safer."

Fonseca and Nasvaldo discussed it, but they didn't dare to linger longer, so they led their men and searched the surrounding environment again, but found no trace of Elan, and they finally made a decision to move closer to the position of the first team.

"We can't be separated anymore, or we'll probably not be able to get out of this woods alive."

Fonseca and Nasvaldo were full of bitterness in their hearts, a team of hundreds of people did not kill this Elan, but was killed by Illan to kill ninety percent of his subordinates, after going back, how to explain to the grumpy Earl Gramm.

The thought of the Earl's bloody name made the two of them tremble, and I am afraid that this mission will not end well.

The knights under their command were also talking and falling into a panic, almost imagining this Ilan as a demonic being.

"Is this Elan a demon? God can kill so many people without knowing it. ”

"I have heard that there is a kind of demon that comes from hell, and they are called evil spirits, who can hide in the dark, kill people invisibly, and devour people's flesh and blood."

"Yes, it is said that those who believe in such evil spirits are called sorcerers, and they like to manipulate people's souls and bones, so that people will not be at peace after death."

"They will store up the bones of people, and then imprison their souls in them, so that they will not be able to return to the arms of the god Noi, and become a kind of resentful spirit that will never be protected by the gods, and will be tortured in all kinds of ways, and will never be able to transcend."

The more the soldiers talked, the more outrageous it became, and everyone's hearts were uneasy.

Fonseca and Nasvaldo's team was extremely fast because of the panic of the unknown, and soon arrived at the location of the first team where Soram was, and the thirteen people saw the bonfire still burning at the scene, and the corpses all over the ground, they were completely stunned, these people were mortally wounded only once, only in the throat, someone had a sharp dagger cut their throat, and they died extremely peacefully, without any pain at all, and their bodies were very neat.

"They died peacefully, and they didn't put up a little resistance."

Apparently it was strangled in his sleep, and it didn't take much effort at all.

"Is this Ilan really a magician who can communicate with the demons in hell?"

Even Fonseca and Nasvaldo had such thoughts, let alone their men.

"Probably not." Nasvaldo observed and pondered for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Why not?"

"I've heard that people who manipulate evil spirits will have a unique brand on their body, and the brand will appear in the most obvious position, this Elan has no obvious brand, and this kind of person has a special penchant for corpses, and they will not let go of these fresh corpses."

"Oh, then, it's not the work of the Demon Speller, it could only be the unique means of that Ellan."

"It should be, our opponent is very cunning and uncertain, I suspect now that he is a third-level professional who has hidden his strength and can stealth."

"Probably not, if it were, Master Graham would find out."

The two men fell silent and stopped talking, and the scene became eerie, and the enemy who didn't know where to hide took a toll on their nerves.

As the night faded and dawn approached, Fonseca and Nasvaldo could only smile wryly and mumble to themselves.

"Can I still see the dawn?"

Today's second update,It's a little late.,The dead soul apologizes.,No way.,The idea is a little stuck.,But,It's still cheeky to ask for a recommendation and collection.,It's not easy to get a new book.,And please support all book friends greatly.。 The souls of the dead will be grateful.