"You're killing yourself, elf!"

Alberton, who had finally recovered from the shock, let out a roar. How dare he! If His Majesty Terenus learns about this, he will be finished! Unless-

He stared at the young elf tightly, that was his last way out, grab the other party, and hand the other party over to His Majesty for punishment! In a mess, he felt as if he had grasped the last straw!

As soon as he thought of it, he looked at the aristocratic children beside him who were as crazy as himself, and waved his left hand, "Don't worry so much, let's go together!" ”

Perhaps Roland had been too terrifying in the previous battle, and instead of rushing to charge, they maintained a certain formation with each other, approaching the young elves step by step.

Seeing that the other party had an absolute numerical advantage but still looked like a big enemy, Roland couldn't help but feel funny, when did he become the boss and be pushed by someone in a team?

He took the moment to glance at the data information in the lower right:

Health 43/50, Mana 80/80, Health 80/100, Holy Energy 120/180

The block, the bump, and the beat just now, although it was just three simple moves, but each blow gathered a full 20 points of holy energy, otherwise it would not have been possible to produce such a powerful power.

In addition, although the shoulder collision just now strengthened his body with holy energy, it still took away nearly one-fifth of his health. If the other party wears a suit of plate armor, I'm afraid that it is himself who falls to the ground now, right?

Imagine that kind of scene, hit the opponent's chest with all his strength, and the other party patted the armor on his body and said that fortunately the equipment was strong enough, but it was just a false alarm, but he who took the initiative to attack was knocked into a broken bone, so sour, I couldn't bear to look at it directly. It seems that if you want to continue traveling, a set of suitable equipment is already the most urgent requirement.

What's even more terrifying is that just a few strenuous movements between breaths will take away a full fifth of your physical strength, you must know that halving your physical strength will lead to fatigue, weakness and other negative states! Physical strength is precisely the weakness of the High Elves.

Just a simple battle, he exposed his huge lack of equipment and physical strength, if it weren't for his holy light, I'm afraid it would be really difficult to predict whether he would win or lose.

There are also one hundred and twenty points of Holy Energy, which is enough. Now I'm going to show you the power of a true paladin!

Roland took a deep breath, and a large amount of oxygen entered the elven knight's lungs in an instant, and the abundant oxygen made his pupils dilate slightly. Then, he made the exact same move as Drake before, bent his knees in a half-squat, and then rushed towards the opposite formation like a sharp arrow.

Charge! It didn't have the majestic momentum of Drake, but Roland's movements and the dexterity of the High Elves made this charge far faster than Drake. In the eyes of onlookers, there can only be one word to describe it, that is, fast!

Ordinary onlookers could barely catch Roland's progress with their eyes, only to see a brilliant trail of long silver hair flying in the sunlight, and the heavy afterimages left behind him.

For Alberton, who faced Roland head-on, the elves' movements were more than just fast. In his eyes, the elves that were approaching quickly did not rush head-on in a straight line, but kept adjusting their direction in small increments.

What was this elf doing, didn't he know that such a disobedient realization would consume the impact of the charge? He only had time to flash this doubt in his mind, and the spirit in the charge had already arrived in front of him.

The young man gritted his teeth, took a step forward, his arms tightened, and swung his long sword hard, he chose to face the difficulties! He always remembered what his swordsmanship instructor taught him.

"The best defense is offense, if you can't see through the opponent's intentions and movements, then interrupt his rhythm, interfere with his intentions, and shrink the defense to the choice of the loser who will always lose!"

At this moment, Alberton's plan is to use the attack to force the elf in front of him to defend, after losing the powerful impact of the charge, a dozen people on his side will outflank him, then this arrogant elf can only be kneaded by himself.

It's a pity that Roland didn't let him get his wish. Relying on the dexterity given to him by 7 points of agility, the young elf only stepped on the ground lightly once in the process, and the whole person brushed the pace of the opponent's attack through it, and broke into the opponent's encirclement with extraordinary speed.

What's going on? Alberton didn't believe that the opponent didn't control the momentum of the impact in order to avoid his own attack, that is a mistake only beginners make!

The ring wasn't a good place to think, though, and when he realized that his opponent was running behind him, he quickly turned around and tried to get in on the Elven Paladin. I don't know what this elf has in mind, but since he has arrogantly rushed into our battle formation, there is only one way to die!

Before he could turn around, he heard several metal clashing sounds and a cracking of a long sword into flesh behind him, followed by a muffled snort from the elf, and he was injured!

If we win, this self-defeating elf will eventually lose at our hands! Alberton's eyes flashed with joy. At that moment, the noble heir from the royal capital of Lordaeron thought a lot: this elf would be escorted by them to the royal capital to receive the fate of His Majesty Terenus, and that he who had distinguished himself in this battle would be looked upon differently by His Majesty, and that time would be within reach of his lordship, wealth, beauty, and everything.

Time seemed to pass very slowly as his brain spun rapidly, and as he turned his body, the young man could clearly see Miss Barov with her mouth covered and screaming, her companion with a smile on her face, her blood-drinking sword, and the High Elf who had been out of shape because of her injuries.

If time could stop in this moment, how beautiful it would be! But the arrogant elf obviously didn't intend to admit defeat, and the young man, who was only about a meter away from the other party, clearly heard the shouts from the other party.

"Holy Light, please help me to sweep away the evil in front of me!"

Trapped beasts are still fighting! A trace of disdain flashed in the young man's mind, he really thought that the Holy Light could turn defeat into victory, and that victory and defeat between warriors depended on iron and blood, not boring prayers and mouth cannons!

However, soon the young man, who maintained a sense of superiority, did not think so. For a golden storm that defied all the common sense he knew, centered around the haughty High Elf, spread throughout the ring, engulfing himself and his companions, even Illusia Barov.

The young man in the midst of the golden storm only felt as if he was in the midst of countless sharp blades, and every part of his body was exposed to the opponent's attack. The intense pain was transmitted from wounds all over his body to the center of his brain through the neural network, and this terrible torture almost drove him crazy.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his heart: "How did this elf do it, how could he not even let go of the woman who helped him out of the siege!" ”

After the storm, the trembling legs could no longer support the weight of the body. The sword fell to the ground with a clatter, and the young man fell helplessly forward. Before he could lose consciousness from the pain, he saw his companion lying in a pool of blood and two figures standing intact.

How could that woman be safe and sound! This was his last thought before he fell unconscious.

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