Under the light of the twin moons, I was horrified to find that he had no shadow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info saw him stop and slowly turn towards me.

His face was unusually pale in the moonlight, as if it had been coated with a layer of white wax. Instead of answering my question, he grinned and let out a terrifying grin.

I was shocked to find that Redbeard's skin was slowly weathering. The night wind blew his face down and crumbled to the ground into a fine white sand.

He writhed strangely around his body, which was no longer human, and said in a hollow voice, "Mortal... The long river of history will not be diverted by the blockage of sediment. ”

Looking at the 'dwarves' that gradually crumbled and disintegrated, my heart was filled with fear and curiosity. I moved slowly to his side, reaching out to grab his fading figure, only to catch a handful of fine quartz sand.

"Magic?" I thought back to the strangeness of the dwarf before, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Boom, boom, boom......" I was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps. As I looked at where the sound came from, a tall figure walked slowly towards me from the night.

"Who are you?" I shouted at the figure.

He ignored me and continued to approach me in an orderly manner. As the distance shortened little by little, I finally saw the appearance of the comer.

He's tall, and if I hadn't seen him with horns or tail, I'd have thought he'd been a minotaur or a draenei. I've only seen one human of this size, and that's the human warrior chasing a gnome in the Valian's Sleep Tavern.

He was clad in heavy spiked armor and carried a massive violet-glowing warhammer on his shoulder, the Cursed Torch. The thick helmet covered his face, so I couldn't see it. However, the robe he put on outside the armor let me know the identity of the other party.

It was a magically woven robe with white trim on a black background, with a roaring dragon head embroidered in the center. The dragon's head's hair and scales were swaying slightly, as if it were alive.

"The ...... at the beginning of the trial"

The warrior was getting closer and closer to me, and he began to trot with the hammer in both hands, and his speed kept increasing and increasing......

He had now reached the peak of his speed, and he had no intention of slowing down in the graveyard with tombstones. The tombstone that crossed his path was shattered by him, and he did not pause, but raised his hammer and headed straight for me.

"Bang!" The huge war hammer smashed into where I had stood a second ago, and the body buried in the ground, along with the coffin, was dug out by his blow.

"What a strong force!" I exclaimed in my heart. But before I could think about it, the second hammer swept sideways at me.

I wanted to see how powerful he really was, so instead of dodging, I held the hammer with both hands to block it. As a result, the hammers collided, and I was directly blown out, breaking several tombstones in a row before stopping.

"Your uncle's." I bit down and pushed away the rubble that was pressing on my body, and struggled to get up. By this time, the huge figure had rushed in front of me again, and with the huge habit of charging, he slammed me by the shoulders against the trees several men thick behind him. He didn't intend to give me any respite, he just picked up his hammer and delivered me the fatal blow.

However, because the opponent is too tall, there is a large gap in his attack range. So I crouched down and dodged his sweep.

I threw Minethiel away and kicked my legs hard at his waist and threw him to the ground. Without waiting for him to react, he took two steps and sat on his stomach and raised his fist.

I kept throwing punches and slamming my elbow into his neck from time to time. Armored fists struck his helmet to sparks.

He endured a strong feeling of vertigo and reached out to grab my back, intending to throw me aside, but how could I just let him go.

I put my hands on his head to prevent him from lifting me up. Then I used the power of the frost to unleash the 'Breath of Sindagosa' almost at zero distance towards the warrior's head.

The Ice Sculpture Faucet I summoned emitted a cold breath that froze everything, enveloping the warrior I crushed underneath him, and before long he would turn into a corpse that exuded ice plague.

At that moment, I felt a golden wind flash behind me. I hurriedly left the warrior and threw myself aside, dodging the sneak attack. Stabilizing my figure, I also saw the appearance of the sneak attacker.

The raider was dressed in an ornate set of High Elf-style chain mail, and held a long-handled weapon called the Devil's Spine Spear. His figure resembles that of a normal human, but his figure is much slimmer. Like the warrior, his helmet obscured his face, but the robe on his chest indicated that he was also a member of the 'beginning of the trial'.

"Ranger?" He asked with the 'Death Grip' to recapture the power of Minethil, which I had thrown to the ground.

The other party didn't say anything, but rushed at me and raised his spear to stab in distraction.

His body is elegant and flexible, and the spear makes him even more cunning. My eyes, throat, joints, heart and lungs were all his targets.

I wanted to take advantage of the gap in his attack to counterattack, but the opponent was too fast to give me a chance to counterattack.

But he has a fatal weakness due to his over-reliance on speed, and that is his lack of strength.

Instead of dodging his attacks, I used the power of ice to condense a layer of frost armor on my body, and chased and slashed him frantically against his weak attacks.

He panicked a little when he saw that his few precision attacks didn't hurt me in the slightest. I took the opportunity to freeze him on the ground with a spell: "" and then delivered a blow of annihilation, intending to end his life.

There was a 'boom' and my hammer struck on a resilient 'bubble'. The 'bubble' that radiated the power of the Holy Light absorbed all of my physical attacks, making my powerful slash appear soft.

"Uncle, it's the paladin's protective spell: the protective hand!" I cursed inwardly.

The Bubble-Wrapped Ranger gave me a middle finger and jumped backwards out of my range. He pulled out an elven-style longbow from behind his back and aimed it at me. As the protective spells on his body vanished, poisoned arrows began to shoot at me.

I tried to chase forward, but a paladin in red crystal armor came out from behind the ranger. He held a fiery red sword, and from time to time the sword burst out of the flames of destruction. The dragon's head robe swayed in the wind on his chest, making him look like a bloody god of war who had come out of hell.

Cataclysmic Blade...... "I don't want to say anything anymore. I really didn't expect that at the beginning of the trial, the guild would send 3 epic warriors to kill me at the same time, and there was no one else.

The Cursed Torch, the Spear of the Spine, and the Blade of Cataclysm are all epic magic weapons that can only be reached after epic battles. And those who can participate in such battles and survive are already considered elites, and those who can get such weapons are the elites of the elites.

Looking at these people in front of me, I couldn't help but feel the seriousness of the matter, it seems that at the beginning of the trial, the guild must kill me.

The strong warrior had relented, and he picked up the Cursed Torch and rejoined the battle. He and the Crystal Paladin worked together seamlessly, and the interval and connection of his attacks were just right.

The big warrior is a power type, and his simple and brutal attack moves are very powerful when he uses them. His slashes and dashes contain deadly power, and I don't want to be touched by his attacks again.

The Crystal Paladin is a technical type, and his superb swordsmanship, coupled with the protection of the Holy Spirit's magic, makes him even more formidable. There were times when I almost got cut in two by him, and I'm still scared when I think about it.

The ranger in the distance kept firing cold arrows at me, and even if I used the frost armor, I couldn't block all of his attacks.

In my frustration, I used the 'Breath of Sindagosa' again to force the warriors and paladins back. Then he used the Deathgrip to pull the Ranger in front of him.

I invoked the runic magic, increasing the amount of frost energy on the weapon several times over. Now, my warhammer has carried a huge amount of energy, and the cold wind is everywhere in its path, and even the opponent's iron bones cannot withstand this fatal blow.