Mosarun Bridge, South, Barren Ridge.

Morovogen has been here for more than half a month. Every day, the Shadow Fiends try to infiltrate the Bridge Fortress, but each time they fail.

There were too many people on the bridge, and there were a large number of priests, and these servants of the Lord of Light were extremely sensitive to the aura of darkness, and as long as they got closer, they could arouse the other party's alertness.

After many days of infiltrating, the other party had obviously noticed it, and began to draw holy power runes around the bridge fortress and spray holy water, so every day that passed, it was more difficult for the shadow demon to sneak in.

Morovogan stood on the barren hill, looking out at the bridge in the distance, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword at his waist, motionless, letting the cold mountain wind blow his clothes and his sparse and dry hair swaying.

At this moment, no one knew what this undead sword saint was thinking.

After a long time, a black mist appeared around the Sword Master, and the mist quickly became condensed, and a small demon with black skin and a thin body like a dwarf appeared.

"How's it going?" Morovogen asked faintly.

The demon shook his head, "Not much progress. Tyrion did sneak in, but was spotted by the fortress's guards within three minutes. I saw with my own eyes that his body was thrown into the river. It was terrible! ”

"It's been a month since we set off, and there's still no progress, so it's not okay to go on like this." Morovogen retracted his gaze and looked at the Shadow Demon, his voice still faint, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"We can't help it. For so long, that guy has been cowering in the castle and not coming out, and the castle is heavily guarded, and it is useless to even release poison. We're just shadow demons, not the Great Demon King, what's the solution? The Shadow Fiend spread his hands and explained to himself.

The strength of the Shadow Demons is medium among the demons, and their greatest ability is to atomize, and their whole body turns into a faint black smoke. Being able to walk through crevices without a sound makes them the first demon assassin race.

But the priest who has the Lord of Radiance on the other side happens to be one of their few nemesis. These priests are defense-free, and the entire bridge is full of holy runes, and there is really no way to break through it.

"I see." Morovogen nodded, and jumped down from a rock where he stood: "This earl is extremely strong and meticulous. You are indeed no rivals. Intrigue and intrigue are no longer useful to him, only a frontal kill. ”

Hearing this, the shadow demon jumped up behind Morovogen and screamed, "Hey, Morovogen. Are you crazy or something, you want to kill head-on? He's the commander of the Silver Crusaders, and he has countless elite warriors under his command, who will fight you in a solo duel, are you stupid? ”

Morovogen quickened his pace down the mountain: "He will." ”

"Don't die. If you die, the mission will fail, and Your Majesty will still put the stupid crown on your head, hehe~."

His words did not speak. A sword had pierced through his heart, and the moonlight flashed on the sword, and the power exploded. The shadow demon's body exploded into a blood clot, and the black blood poured onto the ground, sizzling, and the grass that was dripping immediately withered.

'Poof' Morovogen put his sword back into its sheath, his face still faint, as if nothing had happened.

He continued towards the Bridge Fortress.

Another shadow demon appeared beside him. As soon as he appeared, he screamed, "Ah, you actually killed Tirian. Why! ”

"Because you're so noisy." Morovogan struck another sword and killed the screaming little creature as well: "And I want to be quiet for a while." ”

On the road afterward. A total of five shadow demons, one assassination team, three were killed by him, and the remaining one saw that the situation was not right, and he didn't dare to entangle anymore, so he quietly ran back to Davik Fortress, ready to report to Bucklet.

Morovogen didn't chase it, he didn't care, if this operation was successful, Buckley would not punish him for this, if it failed, his broken life would come to an end, who would care about what happened behind him.

He strode forward until he reached the front of the bridge.

The guard guarding the bridgehead paused the iron spear in his hand and said coldly, "Stop, old fellow, take off your cloak." ”

He looked at the guy and felt that something was wrong.

Morovogen complied, stretched out his withered hand, and slowly pulled the cloak down his head, revealing a thin, dry hair, and then he looked up, a pair of eyes flowing with a condensed black light like water, and the black gas continued to leak from the corners of his eyes.

"Undead!" The guard roared, and the iron spear in his hand was about to stab forward.

Morovogan lifted his kick and kicked the guard away, and then reached out and broke the iron spear that the other guard had stabbed at him with his bare hand, he didn't want the lives of these two men, it was just two inconsequential little characters.

"I'm Morovogen, go, call your marshal out, I have something to say to him!" He stood at the head of the bridge and did not go any further.

As soon as they heard the name, the two guards immediately got up and ran with all their strength towards the fortress on the bridge, running all the way, shouting: "The bloody madness is coming!" The Blood Maniac is coming! ”

Bloody Maniac, the new nickname given to Morovogen by the Terrans, Morovogen heard it and twitched. Once upon a time, how glorious he was, the Full Moon Sword Saint, the top powerhouse in the continent, but now he has become this appearance of no human being, no ghost or ghost, and even he is disgusted with himself.

After a while, there was some commotion in the fortress, but the commotion lasted less than two minutes before it stopped, and then the sound of horses' hooves came from the bridge deck, and a young man dressed in a dark blue samurai robe appeared at the gate of the fortress's huge iron gate.

Behind him, followed many elite warriors, each of them very young, each of them vibrant, and that vigorous vitality was as dazzling as the sun, which made Morovogan involuntarily squint.

However, the others could not get into Morovogen's eyes, and he kept staring at the young man in the front.

dark cyan leather robe, not wearing battle armor; A one-handed sword hung from his waist, and he did not carry a shield; His hair was short, his beard was only a little, and his eyes were slightly squinted, in which a crystal clear light flowed, clear, but distinctly inexplicably deep. It's like the sea.

He knew that this was Count Maple Leaf, a young powerhouse who had defeated him twice in a row.

But on those two occasions, the other party was more or less assisted by external forces, occupying a powerful form.

Not this time.

When he was still more than fifty meters away. The young man raised his hand slightly, and everyone stopped, and then he spoke: "Morovogen, tell me what you are here for." ”

Morovogen took a deep breath, only to realize that he didn't need to breathe at all: "A battle, just the two of us. ”

"Why do you think I'll say yes?" The young man asked.

"If you don't say yes. I will cross the Blackwater River and go to the north to assassinate your henchmen one by one until you agree. Morowwagen Road.

With his strength, he will wage a guerrilla war, and no one will be able to stop him. Like now. He dared to stand at the head of the bridge and face the Terran army behind the Mosalen Bridge alone, because he was confident that he could escape before the other party launched an attack on him, even this Maple Leaf Count could not stop him.

As soon as Morovogan said this, Iona behind Rollin said, "Rollin, don't promise him. ”

The battle was too dangerous, and if one of him was accidentally killed, she would have to be unlucky.

Langergo, who was already the captain of the knights, also said: "Marshal." There are countless elites in the fortress, and as long as you give your order, we will do our best. Kill this man! ”

Bishop Cornworth also whispered, "It's not impossible, I will use the Holy Light to weaken his power." ”

The snake demon Narosa is also there, the soul servant contract has been dissolved, and she is now free, but although she is free, she has voluntarily made a silver covenant. Or joined the Silver Crusade.

In her words: "The old lady will not do anything but fight with people." I don't want to go back to a hellish place like the Dark Plane, so I'd better stay here and have fun. ”

It's been two years. She had long been accustomed to life here, delicious food, exquisite clothes, comfortable accommodation, and the respect of the Terrans, and she enjoyed the feeling of not worrying about unexpected betrayal.

She also said softly: "This old guy is alone, and if a few of us rush up, he will definitely die." Rest assured, he can't escape. ”

No matter how fast it is, can it be as fast as her arrows?

Rollin listened to these words quietly, and he also saw the disdainful smile on the face of Morovogen on the other side.

Indeed, when he reached the level of Morovogen, as long as he didn't take the initiative to think about it, it was basically impossible for him to be besieged and killed by low-level warriors. He tried to escape, and they couldn't stop him.

If you are not a legendary powerhouse, you can't really appreciate the power of legends. Among the people present, Rollin knew Morovogan's mind best.

He raised his hand to stop everyone's words and spoke, "Where is the battlefield?" ”

If it was in Bishui City a month ago, he wouldn't have agreed, because it would be equivalent to seeking death, but now, he has been promoted to a legend, and the surging power flows in his body, just like this river of black water, unfathomable.

In this life, the power he gained was more perfect than in his previous life, and his control over the power was several times greater than in his previous life.

In the game of the previous life, his legendary realm was nothing more than the power of a quasi-saint, but in this life, he is a true martial saint!

Now the third true martial saint on the continent, not a quasi-saint who forcibly entered the realm of legends by means of alchemy or medicine.

Seeing that Luo Lin actually agreed, the people behind him wanted to persuade him again, but Luo Lin raised his hand to stop: "No need to say more." We are the Silver Crusade, following the Silver Covenant. Our common goal is to defeat the Dark Legion. And my goal is to defeat this fallen undead Sword Saint and erase the greatest shame of this human race! ”

"Shame?" A self-deprecating smile appeared on Morovogen's face, he slowly drew his sword and pointed to the endless Blackwater River on the side of the bridge: "The battlefield is on the Blackwater River, do you dare?" ”

"I agreed." Rollin nodded.

With the surface of the water as the venue for dueling, the test is the subtle control of power, and now the warriors on the continent can stand on the water without borrowing magic, there are only three people, and Luo Lin is the third.

Morowogan laughed loudly, leapt into the river, and walked on the surface of the river continuously, with each step there was no splash on the water under his feet, only a circle of circular ripples spread slowly, and a clear 'coo' sound was heard.

From the outside, it seems that he is not stepping on water, but something like sticky jelly. There is absolutely no leakage of magic aura in the middle, only the subtle control of the body.

With this kind of superb skill, everyone on the bridge was the opponent of Morovogen, and they were also shocked to the point that their mouths were wide open, but they couldn't speak.

Morowogan ran all the way to the middle of the river, and then stood on the surface of the water, which had just flooded the soles of his feet.

The soldiers on the bridge, as well as the passing refugees, spotted him, and all of them were shocked by Morovogen's hand, forgetting for a moment their duties and situation, and turned their eyes to the river.

"It's a bloody maniac!"

"The marshal is going to duel him!"

"On the water, how do you fight this?"

The news soon spread throughout the bridge, and on the bridge, on the banks of the river, nearly 100,000 people paid attention to the duel.

"The sword climbs to the top, I am the peak!" Morovogen roared, and the sword in his hand roared, emitting an extremely penetrating sword roar.

Although his body was small, the surging magic of death spread like an abyss.

A palpitation felt in the hearts of every warrior present, including the frost dragon Iona.

"This old man is crazy." She craned her neck and muttered quietly, as if she was afraid of being heard. (To be continued)