The Bloodline Aura, also known as the Ancestral Spirit Light, is a unique aura that is different from the aura of ordinary warriors.

To put it simply, the Bloodline Aura is the hidden bloodline that inspires the warrior professional, that is, the hidden power inherited from his ancestors, so that the warrior can gain extraordinary power. Normally, the higher the level of the bloodline aura and the richer the ancestral spirit bloodline retained in the warrior's body, the more the power of the ancestor can be drawn. Historically, one of the most famous bloodline aura warriors in the Antagriqi Continent was a top-level sanctuary with a dragon vein. Legend has it that when this Sanctuary bursts out with all of its aura, it transforms into the ultimate form of a half-dragon and half-human, and gains terrifying powers that are barely inferior to those of a real dragon.

However, it is clear that there is no dragon vein in the bloodline of Saruman in front of him.

"What the hell is this..."Looking at Saruman, who stood motionless in the wind and snow like a huge stone statue after the aura exploded, White hesitated.

"It's the Minotaur!" At this time, Moriarty said coldly beside him.

"You mean... Minotaur!? Hearing this, White couldn't help but whisper.

"Yes, it's the Minotaur."

The Minotaur are a mysterious race that lives in a dark underworld. Because of its special form of the bull-headed body, it is also called the minotaur by the outside world.

As one of the hereditary natives of the underworld full of danger and slaughter, the Minotaur were born to fight. With a majestic physique that rises to more than three meters and a strong strength that pulls out thousands of pounds, any adult minotaur has a strong combat power that does not belong to a mid-level human warrior. And because they have lived in the depths of the earth for thousands of years. The Minotaur even evolved an unparalleled combat technique - "blind fighting". Even in the absolute darkness without any light, the Minotaur can use the perfect combination of guò hearing, smell, and touch to launch a precise attack on the enemy like a storm without hindrance. Therefore, even the supreme overlord of the underworld, the "Dark Dragon", would never have the courage to provoke any tribe of Minotaur with more than thirty people single-handedly.

In addition to their own powerful natural combat ability, the Minotaur is also rich in masters who are proficient in architecture and metal forging. Legend has it that epic dungeon "Eclipse of the Moon". It is an architectural miracle created by the Minotaur and the dwarves of the underground. It's a pity that after a long period of time changes, it was once the "Eclipse of the Moon" as the supreme holy land of the Minotaur and the underground dwarves. However, it was eventually occupied by the descendants of the Ancient Elven Empire who fled to the underworld. Although over the years, the Minotaurs have waged hundreds of wars to retake this great dungeon, but unfortunately they have never succeeded. After all. The sheer flesh-body amount is still a cut away in the face of the terrifying killing magic that has long since degenerated into the dark elves.

After the Ice Apocalypse, it has been a long time since there have been minotaurs on the continent of Antagrich. Now, with the light of the ancestral spirit, Saruman has inspired the hidden Minotaur bloodline in his body, how can he not be surprised and surprised? Not only did Moriarty and others have no way of guessing that their opponent was actually a "half-minotaur", but even most of Saruman's subordinates had never seen the "hole card" of the chief.

"Whew! Call! Call! ”

With a swollen body and bloodshot eyes, Saruman, who had conjured up the obvious characteristics of a minotaur, looked viciously at the guard squadron a hundred meters away. As the horn phantom under his feet spun at an accelerated pace, Saruman's breathing became heavier and faster. Large puffs of white mist erupted from his open nose until at last even his own terrifying body, which had stretched more than two meters high. …,

"Whew! Kill! ”

All of a sudden. With a roar that seemed to shatter the heavens, Saruman slammed his greatsword high and rushed straight towards the phalanx of the guard squadron. With each step, a slush of slush would fly behind the seventh-level warrior. And with the bonus of Breath of the Wind, Saruman is like the head of a raging tide. In the blink of an eye, a distance of tens of meters has been crossed.

"Charge! Kill! ”

Seeing that the commander had assaulted alone, several squadron leaders immediately shouted together, and hurriedly led the remaining more than 20 fighters who still retained their combat strength to chase up.

"Miguel, let your men stop. There is no point in fighting any longer. At the same time, Cruyff suddenly stepped forward from the viewing platform. Loud voice.

“… Gotta go on! Stop now, and Saruman is finished. Gritting his teeth, Miguel replied.

At the same moment, Moriarty also quickly withdrew his gaze towards the viewing platform, and then looked directly at Saruman, who was rapidly approaching him, and said in a loud voice: "Gustav, prepare for the three-stage firing!" ”

"Yes! Excellency! Gustav yelled.

After another two breaths, Saruman had already charged to a distance of about fifty or sixty meters from the phalanx of the guard squadron.

Suddenly, the magic wand in Moriarty's hand suddenly lit up, and a "muddy footstep" was instantly thrown at the enemy's feet. Immediately, the instantaneous drop from the rapid blessing of "Breath of the Wind" to the "muddy footsteps" mixed with garlic on the soles of his feet almost made the seventh-level warrior who was attacking with all his strength lose his balance. But with just a twist at the waist, Saruman immediately adjusted his unbalanced body, and then continued to rush in the direction of Moriarty with all his strength. It's just that at this time, his speed has dropped significantly, and it is even inferior to the normal pace of ordinary people.

"Crossbow squad, all of them! Target, enemy follow-up troops, shoot! With a muddy foot, Moriarty immediately ordered again. And as his words fell, the soldiers of the city defense army, who had just entered the range of crossbow arrows, were suddenly attacked by a rain of sharp arrows. Except for a few mid-level warriors who relied on their extraordinary martial arts skills to shoot down the arrows that attacked them, the other low-rank warriors immediately fell five or six. And the rest of the people stubbornly charged a few dozen meters again, followed by a second wave of arrows. This time, almost all of the low-ranking fighters were shot to the ground. Although only two or three people were directly shot after two rounds of crossbow strikes, the wounded also completely lost the ability to continue fighting.

"Wolf cavalry company, attack! Target, capture the opponent's mid-level warriors! As if the chain punch had been designed for a long time, Moriarty immediately gave a third order.

Immediately, the two teams of wolf horsemen, led by Margaret and Clausewitz, roared and rushed towards the remaining mid-level warriors of the city defense army. Although the opponents are all mid-level professionals, they are all injured and have no morale. Now that they are confronted by Wolfgang, who is recuperated and has a high fighting spirit, these mid-level warriors have no capital to win or even resist.

After sending out his assault wolf cavalry, Moriarty fell silent again, and his gaze turned to the direction of the viewing platform again, as if asking for something. It's a pity that the response to him is still silent.

After about ten breaths, Saruman, who was hindered by his muddy footsteps, finally came to ten meters directly in front of the guard squadron.

At the same time, the "one-stage" spell of the Gunfire Squad has also been completed.

"Huh!"

Like three silver streamers, three magic arrows burst out from the hands of the three magic swordsmen on the far left of the "Gunfire" at the same time, and in an instant, they all hit Saruman's broad and thick chest.

"Bang!" …,

The seventh-level warrior was hit by the burst of magical energy and took five or six steps backwards, stumbling, and almost fell to the ground. However, the relentless fighting spirit still supported Saruman, making him grit his teeth and resist the powerful magic attack, and then continued to slowly walk towards the phalanx of the guard squadron step by step.

"Huh!"

Twenty seconds later, three more magic arrows flew out, hitting the seventh-level warrior with accuracy again. This time, Saruman could no longer stiffen up, and fell directly to his knees in the cold snow, and large strands of blood began to pour out from the corners of his mouth and the wounds on his chest, spilling bright red. Even so, though, Saruman struggled to get up from the ground. Even if the pain was so great that he couldn't help but roar wildly, even if more red blood erupted from overexertion.

Moriarty set his eyes on the viewing platform for the third time, even staring at Miguel through the icy wind and raging snow. However, the answer he got was still nothing.

Another twenty seconds passed, and the three magic arrows of the third stage knocked Saruman to the ground. This time, the seventh-level warrior no longer had the strength to get back on his feet. Vast expanses of red spilled from beneath his fallen body, slowly flowing along his limbs. And the "black horn" phantom that enveloped his body also began to dim rapidly, as if it was about to completely collapse in the next second. But even so, in the midst of painful gasps, Saruman's two hands still clung to the snowy ground, desperately moving his blood-colored body forward little by little.

"Captain, give up!"

"Boss Saruman!"

In the distance, several mid-level soldiers who had been knocked to the ground by the wolf cavalry company looked at such a scene, couldn't hold back any longer, cried out, and took the initiative to persuade their commander to surrender. It's a pity that what answered them was a "flesh and blood earthworm" that continued to move forward slowly.

This time, instead of looking out at the viewing platform, Moriarty looked fixedly at his "enemy," Saruman.

After the third twenty seconds, Gustav finished holding the spell, and a brilliant but merciless magical light suddenly lit up from his fingers. And in front of Gustav's finger was the same Saruman who had belittled him, insulted him, hurt him, and harmed him.

"Whoosh!"

Under the gaze of thousands of people with mixed moods, the tenth magic arrow of the gunfire squad flew out.

The next moment, the magic arrow hit the half-meter open space behind the seventh-level warrior. A burst of snow then rose and blew one after another, gently covering the trail of blood.

"We, two clear!" Gustav looked at the former commander who was barely looking up at the approaching officer, and said, "You're a bastard, but you're a good soldier." ”

“… Phew..."

The seventh-level warrior's efforts maintained his pupils, which had been slightly dilated, and he exerted his last strength and exhaled a breath towards his "old subordinate".

At the same moment, two completely different healing rays descended on the dying Saruman. One of them was from Moriarty, while the other was from Lady Coldspring on the viewing platform. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )