A flash of cold light!

The long sword made a burst of breaking sound in the air in the rapid movement, and a dazzling cold light flashed under the faint morning light.

The troll warrior, who had been prepared, did not hesitate at all, and shook his right hand violently, throwing the little guy in his hand like a sandbag towards the other party's path, and at the same time turned around, still holding the short knife in his left hand, and followed the "hidden weapon" thrown before.

In just a moment, the experienced troll warrior has already judged the next situation in his heart - with his own strength, if this little thing is directly smashed on the ground, it is estimated that it will not be far from death, and the group of guys who "love" their compatriots will definitely catch her instead of avoiding it, which will inevitably disrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm, and he will have more confidence to solve him!

Even if I'm wounded, it's not something a low-level warrior can sneak up on! A hint of hideousness flashed in his one-eyed eye, and Dakara slashed at the top of the comer's head with a large backhand, and the rapid blade cut a strong wind in the air.

Damn, it's so heavy!

Seeing Kellnara flying over like a cannonball, Roland suddenly felt blessed, let go of the long sword with his left hand, hugged the elf tightly, and at the same time kicked his feet, did not advance but retreated, and rolled towards the yard with the little guy in his arms, almost avoiding the pursuit of the other party.

A look of surprise appeared in Dakara's eyes, he underestimated the other party's dexterity! However, he had no intention of retreating, as a battle-hardened warrior, he could see that the other party was just a rookie who had just become an adult and had not experienced the baptism of the sea of blood.

The Troll Warrior took a step forward and continued the pursuit, while swapping his dagger back to his usual right hand, ready to use his strength advantage to eat the opponent to the death!

The young man who was dizzy got up for the first time, and didn't care about the crying little girl, but pushed her hard behind her and pushed her out of the small courtyard.

"Waiting outside for my brother-"

Roland only had time to say a word, and didn't have time to think about anything else, so he hurriedly raised his sword above his head with both hands - the tip of the sword was slightly tilted to the ground, and he assumed a defensive posture, parrying the oncoming sword light. This is the parry posture he learned when he was in the militia regiment, and if the disparity in strength between the two sides is not very great, the probability of success in the parry is extremely high.

The swords intersected, and there was a loud and tooth-aching sound, and the long sword bent backwards on a massive scale, and Roland only felt as if his right hand was about to be broken, and at the same time, his entire body was shocked and flew out, slamming against the wall. Today, young people finally truly understand the meaning of that word - beating people is like hanging a painting!

However, instead of falling, he stood up against the wall, leaned against the door of the small courtyard, and endured the soreness and surging blood all over his body, and put on one of the most common defensive postures.

I don't know when it started, the long sword in his hand was no longer as strange as before, but it made him stretch out a feeling of blood connection. You must know that during the month when he was recuperating from his injury, he had tried to "practice swordsmanship" many times when he first arrived, but he didn't have a sense of passage except for getting hurt and injured, but he always had a strange sense of rustiness. But now, the strange alienation suddenly disappeared, and his body was able to naturally perform a series of sword movements in his head.

He didn't have time to think about the reason, though, because the guy on the other side stepped back a few steps back to slow down the force of the shock and stepped forward again!

As the man who would become the Troll Overseer in the future, Dakara was angry. On this unlucky day, he was first sent to clean up the battlefield, then he was injured in the eye by a civilian, and now he can't even clean up a rookie who has just grown up!

He could already imagine what his companions would show if they knew what was going on, and a large amount of blood rushed to his brain, making his already annoyed even more angry. In a flash of thought, the troll warrior let out a roar, and his green skin quickly turned blood red, matching his hideous face, as if a demon who twisted the void had descended into the world.

Rampage! The anger from the Troll Warrior's heart accelerated the flow of blood in his body, allowing him to greatly increase his speed and strength in a short period of time, although it may make his brain become unable to turn, but in this small space, this ability from the depths of the bloodline will make him the master of destiny!

Charge!

Dakara didn't have the slightest intention of giving Roland the slightest respite, a blood-colored phantom floated under the light mist, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the young man's approach, followed by a sword light like a river of blood!

Although his brain was distorted by anger, his long combat experience allowed him to swing a perfect sword, he blocked the opponent's dodge angle, and if the elf in front of him dared to dodge, then with his speed after the rage, he would definitely give the opponent a surprise slash!

Thinking of the bloody scene, the red light in Dakara's eyes became even hotter, and he couldn't wait to accept the baptism of hot blood on his face, and taste the pain and wail of the other party before death, which would be the greatest praise for a warrior!

However, the young man's reaction was beyond his expectations. At the first sight of the other person rushing towards him, Roland planned to dodge in both directions and let the guy hit the wall hard.

Isn't it all written like that in novels, although the protagonist of Zhiyong is not as strong as the other party, but he has the last laugh by relying on his extraordinary wisdom, so, let that stupid big man hit the wall by himself!

However, his body did not accept this order, and instead raised his sword above his head as a matter of course, firmly blocking the path of the opponent's attack.

The blood fell, the swords intersected and a dazzling spark fell, and the metal seemed to emit a mournful sound like a curling blade, but this was not the end, the huge force passed behind the young man into the solid wall, and the snow-white wall produced cracks like spider webs, and then collapsed in a roar, and the dust flew for a while.

There was a faint labor pain in his back that had close contact with the wall, feeling the almost unconscious arm, Roland was very doubtful that he could still hold the long sword, he only had one thought in his heart now, he couldn't beat it at all!

The young man's mind was racing, and he was thinking of an idea: how to run? However, a low cry sounded behind him, striking heavily on his heart. A hint of struggle flashed in his eyes, and then, as if relieved, he curled the corners of his mouth and whispered to himself.

"So, I don't want to be a good person at all!"

Between the lightning and flint, Roland showed a crazy look, taking advantage of the smoke and dust, he raised his whole body strength and grabbed the long sword and slashed to the right, blocking the opponent's short knife and bullying himself. Then, only a crisp sound of "ding" was heard, and he felt the taste of the cold piece of iron in the other party's hand stabbing into the abdominal cavity - it really hurt, but he just snorted, and used his last strength to look at the opponent's left neck fiercely!

All of a sudden, blood splattered.

As the dust from the collapse of the walls returned to silence, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly emerged in the morning light. The young elf's abdomen was pierced, and the troll warrior's neck was stuck with a long sword, and both were defeated! However, if you look closely, you can see that the troll warrior still has a shaking black arrow in his heart, which is his fatal wound.

Dakara, who had lost his life, fell backwards, and the man who aspired to be the next Troll Overseer left no last words, and at this moment, no one knew, that history had changed dramatically in this war-torn land in the early morning light.

The young man no longer had the strength to pull out the long sword that was stuck in the other's body, and he fell to his knees, his hands on the ground, gasping for air.

"How's the injury?"

There was a concerned inquiry in his ears, and he knew that it was Sylvanas's voice, and that the sharp arrow on the troll's body was also her handiwork. What's more, according to his own calculations, the troll warrior's knife just now should have pierced directly through his chest, not in his abdomen, and the strange sound should have been the female ranger's shot that made the opponent's blade deviate from the point, and he owed her a life.

Roland struggled to raise his head, trying to squeeze out a smile, "Captain Sylvanas, I owe you my life. Also, I have to say that I am not a coward despite my fear of death. ”

The female ranger looked at the other party's smiling face, tilted her head, and whispered: "Don't die stupid!" ”

However, Sylvanas still lowered her body, and while pulling the little girl, she slowly entered the house with Roland on her back.

In the hut, the little girl with a dirty face was crying in her mother's arms. Kelena sat weakly against the wall, and in a short time, the blood had accumulated into a small puddle under her. Roland sat on his knees, not daring to make a big move, for fear of pulling the wound, you know, he still has a short knife stuck in his body! Sylvanas, who was temporarily on the job of a medical attendant, took the bandage from Roland's backpack and intended to bandage Kerena's wounds.

For humans and most humanoids, puncture damage is always much more serious than slash damage, because for slash damage, the body's tight muscles and hard bones can easily jam the blade, thereby reducing the damage, of course, if the opponent's strength is too great, it will be cut in two, then we don't say it. As for puncture injuries, as long as the internal organs are broken, the consequences can be serious, especially if the weapon is not carefully handled and the weapon is directly drawn, and excessive blood loss is also likely to lead to death.

Unexpectedly, Kelena refuses Sylvanas' help.

"I'm afraid I can't", she didn't go to soothe the sobbing Kyle Nala, but stared at Roland, "help me take care of Kyl Nara." ”

Listening to the other party's weak words, the young man who had never experienced life and death diverted his gaze, he was afraid, afraid of facing death, afraid of the burden that was going to be on his shoulders.

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