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With a flick of his fingers, the six intact small talismans swirling around his body swished and sank straight into the legendary sword. He hated Tyrell. If it weren't for this birdman, how could he have been forced to go to the River of Flames to find the hell forge. If you don't go to the Hell's Furnace, how can you get separated from Rodamant?

What's more important is that he dares to threaten his own digging plan.

Lan Wu doesn't think he's a good-natured person. Dealing with the Rogue camp, it's okay, I'll carry it alone. It's easier to deal with yourself, if you can fight, if you can't, then flash. can threaten a future title heir, and it is also the target of his own deliberate poaching, then he can only fight to the death.

What's important these days? Talent.

Will is such a talent in his mind. Not to mention anything else, just look at this honest boy who can be taken by Rasuk for more than ten years, just see that this honest boy has figured out the attribute of self-recovery alone, then he has to dig up the Rogue camp.

Low level, no strength?

So what does it matter. Tristram, a city in the midst of a renaissance, is no joke. It's the safest sanctuary in the world. There's Virgil, the Holy Army, and the occasional skeleton that slips out of the catacombs doesn't matter at all. Take 10,000 steps back, even if the demon breaks into Tristram, isn't there Claudia, who has already been engraved with a rune and officially awakened. Two strong men who can't be explained by the power system of this world are guarding, I'm afraid Diablo will have to hate him on the spot if he goes.

Six small amulets that increase a total of forty-two skills.

Lan Wu immediately clenched the legendary sword with both hands, and with a jumping attack, he leaped high in the air, taking advantage of Tyrelll's lack of skills to resist the deadly attack of Greir and the others, and slashed down with a sword on the head.

How old and spicy the experience of the barbarians is Guerrera and the others. From the moment Lan Wu made a move, they instantly completed the tacit cooperation and consciously controlled a little rhythm. When Lan Wu slashed with his sword, it happened to be Tyrell in a state of dodging Urtado's sweep.

The old force is gone, and the new force is not born.

Even though Tyrrell was still strong, he couldn't avoid the right blow. A cold light flashed in the air, and the blade of the Sword of Legend sliced into the butter like a hot knife, splitting Tyrrell in half.

Forty-two levels of jump attack damage is much higher than that of Urtado and the others. Tyrell's face immediately turned pale, his body shook slightly, and even the holy light that had just recovered a little was instantly retracted into his body.

"Well done." Hurtado is a complete battle maniac. As soon as he saw Lan Wu's sneak attack, he immediately became excited, ignoring the fact that Lan Wu had just crossed under Tyrell's feet, and immediately jumped up and launched a whirlwind in mid-air.

"it." Lan Wu had not yet digested the joy of hitting the archangel Tyrell with his own hands, and at first glance he saw Urtado pounce on Tyrell like a top with the help of leaping power, and he was immediately startled, and quickly changed into a giant battle staff like lightning, and teleported the flash man in mid-air.

The cold light flashed, and the deadly blade instantly slashed Lan Wu's figure that had not completely disappeared to pieces. As soon as he devoured Lan Wu's afterimage, the deadly storm of blades still swept towards Tyrell.

"Die." Tyrell, who had not spoken from just now, seemed to be enraged by this series of attacks, and a word popped out empty. As soon as he exited, he suddenly turned around three hundred and sixty degrees, and his right leg slammed into the sword storm that was spinning upwards like an iron whip in mid-air.

There was a muffled thud. Tyrell's whip leg struck Hurtado in the head, smashing him down. Before he could hit the ground, Hurtado spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale, like a dead man.

There was another muffled thud, and Ulta was smashed into the hard frozen ground, up to his waist. A shiny bald head hung weakly, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

This time, Guerrera didn't come to the rescue. The experienced man analyzed the situation the moment Tyrell hit Urtado. Eat this whip leg firmly, and Hurtado will surely faint. He also wants to use the whirlwind to rescue Hurtado, I'm afraid to make him die a little earlier.

"Cover me." Greira rushed over with an arrow, quickly grabbed a bottle of fully rejuvenating potion, and poured it into Hurtado's clenched teeth. This is the key to his experience. He is no stranger to Hurtado's prowess. In order to be more tacit, he has conducted many aspects of research. Tyrell's whip leg is very powerful, and the hit part is also a vital point, but with the strong physique of a barbarian, it is difficult to kill in seconds. After all, the previous series of attacks had greatly weakened Tyrell's strength.

As long as there is one breath left, it will be easy to do.

The all-round rejuvenation elixir is worthy of being a god-level elixir. As soon as he poured it, Hurtado suddenly let out a scream, and then lay on his stomach on the icy frozen soil, gasping for air. Life, mana, and endurance have all been restored to their peak, but internal injuries are not so easy to heal. Tyrell's whipleg nearly shattered the bones of his body. The potion could save his life, but it didn't have much effect on this internal injury. He also had to choose to quit this fight.

At this point, Tyrell couldn't bother with mending the knife. Under Lan Wu's leadership, Uta and other barbarians pestered him like kraft candy. He didn't pay attention to the attack of Uta and the others, but he was very afraid of Lan Wu's offensive. Sometimes he is even willing to take a few more stabs than to be hit by Lan Wu.

"Bear with me." Guerrera, who was so experienced that he knew his teammates had completed the cover task just by listening to the movement overhead, picked up Urtado and pulled it out of the frozen ground like a carrot.

After a few leaps, Guerrera saw Hurtado sent back to the top of the hill, and hurriedly explained a few words to Will before returning to the battlefield. This time he didn't even glance at Tyrell. Almost five minutes had passed since then, and if that time had been used properly, Sisreddin and the other survivors had already recovered some of their combat strength. If we don't get rid of these troubles as soon as possible, I'm afraid this battle will become even more difficult.

"Guerrera, if you don't die this time, I'll cut off your head with my own hands." Sisreddin was pale and jumped to his feet in a fit of rage. He's not a waste either, and he sees through Guerrera's intentions at a glance. However, he has a lot of good things on him, but he doesn't have a big killer like a comprehensive rejuvenation potion. It is true that two bottles of rejuvenation potion have been poured into it, but the internal injuries are really there. It was all caused by this guy rushing in front of him. It's not a joke to resist a set of barbarian skills that are stronger than their own barbarian equipment.

Guerrera has long since ignored this trash talk. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the other survivors anxiously rushing to the rescue, and he immediately jumped and attacked, instantly appearing above Sisreddin's head.

"Half-blood bastard, die." (To be continued.) )