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Durand slowly pulled out the Judgment Sword from the enemy's body, which was originally a simple action, but at the moment he did it with some difficulty, except for the hand holding the knife was always steady, the muscles in the rest of his body were faintly trembling - this was a sign of excessive consumption and imminent loss.

In front of Duland, a black armorer more than three meters tall fell to the ground, motionless.

The defense of this black armor warrior is surprisingly strong, and the energy level is profound, and the vitality is surprisingly strong.

Just now, the black armor soldier was stabbed into the heart by the judgment knife, and he didn't die immediately, Durand gritted his teeth and desperately twisted the knife, which completely killed the opponent, and the price was to be bombarded by the opponent's heavy punch before he died.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

With some difficulty, Durand pulled the Judgment Blade out of the black-armored samurai's body, unable to hold it anymore, and fell to his knees with weak steps, and began to cough violently.

Every time he coughed, he would spurt faintly black blood from his mouth, and every part of his body was painful, in the short and fierce battle just now, Duland's body was already scarred, and even his soul was shocked by a certain Cheng dù, and when he hit this kind of Cheng dù, "High Regeneration" could no longer function.

"Hell, hell ......"

Durand gritted his teeth, he couldn't afford to relax at this time, the green tendons on his forehead jumped, and he almost used all the remaining strength before he got up again from the half-kneeling position, spat out a mouthful of blood, looked around with murderous eyes, and roared like a beast: "Who the fuck is there?" Come up and die! ”

He and Nightwing were standing on top of a hill at this time.

The hill is not high and the slope is very gentle. As a result, the length from the base of the mountain to the top of the mountain is particularly long.

The long, gentle slopes were originally covered with long grass and low trees, but at the moment there was no vegetation in sight. There are no mountains or rocks in sight, because countless corpses have already piled up the hillside!

All kinds of armor soldiers fell on the mountain one after another, most of them were armorers wearing yellow armor, followed by stronger red armorers, about twenty or so, and these bastards who were clamoring for Durand and Nightwing to "tie their hands" not long ago have all died under Duland's knife!

Falling in front of Durand was a black armorer.

He is also the only armorer who can rush to Duland's side, and he is the strongest of these armorers! A pair of fists are heavier and more powerful than the Dolmar Cave. The punch is even more silent and extremely hidden.

Durand was caught off guard and was hit in the shoulder by the black armor soldier as soon as he came up, and almost threw the judgment knife out!

Although the black armor has now been killed, Durand can still feel the extreme tremor of walking on the edge of death when he carefully thinks back to the previous battle!

The sky is gray.

Since leaving the "Loulan Plain", this is already the third island, and Durand and Nightwing have crossed the two small islands of "Desperate Pine Ridge" and "Hanging Coffin Cliff" without danger. Unexpectedly, just after teleporting to this "secluded hill", he didn't go far before he was attacked by the tricolor armor.

The armor on these armorers was supposed to be something special, so much so that Duland's "divine vision" failed to detect the enemies lurking in time.

If it weren't for Nightwing's superior insight and holding Durand at the last minute, the two might have plunged headlong into the tricolor's ambush.

Even so. The battle just now was still extremely hard, Durand and Nightwing were forced to the top of the mountain by the tide of tricolor armor, and in the face of wave after wave of siege, Durand and Nightwing were like a lonely boat, almost capsized several times. But Duland, who was frenzied by the battle, stubbornly pushed back the endless enemy!

"Nightwing, are you alright?" Durand reluctantly turned around and asked. The tone was steady, but the exhaustion and weakness in his voice were undisguised.

Nightwing was also gasping heavily, although he didn't look much better than the blood-stained Duland, but his breath was quite sufficient: "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Although Nightwing's heavy injuries have not improved significantly these days, and she is not yet able to fight against people, she can barely mobilize some of the power of one of her god-level abilities.

One of her two god-level abilities is the black knife "Night Beast", and the other god-level ability is called "Wandering Shadow", although "Wandering Shadow" is almost lethal, it is very suitable for stealth and roundabout.

Just now, in order not to drag down Duland, Nightwing used his "Wandering Shadow" to maneuver with the enemy, although he was unable to hurt the enemy and kill the enemy, but it was more than enough to protect himself.

The sky of this "secluded hill" is gray, and the light seems to be dim forever, which is just the right time for Nightwing to perform "Shadow".

Crash...... Crash......

The strange sound of water gradually sounded on the hillside.

-- The blood of the tricolor armor soldiers flowed wantonly, gradually converging into a thin spring, and went down the hillside, on the way different springs met with each other, and the sound of water became louder and louder, and soon at the foot of the mountain there were large swaths of blood spreading in all directions, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air, which showed how bloody and tragic the previous battle was!

At this time, Nightwing's face suddenly moved slightly, patted Durand's shoulder, and then pointed to a red armor soldier who fell to the ground not far away: "It seems that there is still a living mouth?" ”

Durand frowned slightly, how could anyone get away with not dying after being judged with the sword?

After taking two steps, he stopped next to a red armorer who was lying on his back, and Durand crouched down with his knife and lifted the red armor's cheek.

His cheeks lifted to reveal a rather young and handsome young face, this man had surprisingly fair skin, and although he was not dead, his eyes had begun to fade.

Durand was keenly aware of the fact that the man had a pair of pointed ears.

"Elvens?"

Durand muttered, and it was immediately clear in his heart, the vitality of the elf clan is very strong, and it is not strange that there is the blood of the elf clan in this ancient road, since this guy in front of him is not dead, then it is just right to ask something.

"Who are you?" Durand patted the elven youth, who was already a little delirious, and asked in a deep voice. "Why are you ambushing us here?"

It is said that the pride of the elves is in the blood, and any elves are the same. The guy in front of him was obviously so injured that he was about to hang up, and after being slapped in the face by Durand a few times, his eyes actually recovered some clarity, and then he glared at Durand weakly and angrily, and scolded intermittently: "You...... How dare you fight...... Hit me ......"

Syllable!

Before the words fell, he slapped Durand again, Durand was annoyed by these guys' ambush and sneak attack, and his face was so cold that he seemed to freeze into ice slag: "I'll ask again." Who are you? Why are you sneaking up on me and my companions? ”

"Hey...... Hey! I'm going to die anyway, so why answer you? The corners of the elf youth's mouth gushed with blood foam, and he was already out of breath and out of breath.

Duland's face did not move, and then he slapped it one by one, each blow was not heavy, but it made him more uncomfortable than directly killing the elf youth.

After more than a dozen slaps in the blink of an eye, the elven young man gritted his teeth with red eyes and said hatefully: "We are the elite of the Blood Elf Mansion!" You're the one who ambushed you! Alien Battlemage! The lord said. You two are excellent fuel! ”

Duland's eyes lit up, his body stiffened slightly, and after a while, he gradually relaxed again, and exhaled slowly: "That's really the case...... I didn't expect it to come so soon. So, the Blood Elf Mansion is the number one force in this 'Secluded Hills'? What about the teleportation brazier? Also in your hands? ”

The elven youth gritted his teeth and refused to say more, and Durand slapped him twice. The young man's eyes gradually rolled, and he twitched a few times like a flashback, completely out of breath.

Durand's face was grim, and he slowly stood up, sniffing an increasingly strong pungent smell of blood in his nose. A faint flame continued to brew in his eyes.

Along the way, he and Nightwing were already very cautious, deliberately using the power of replication to simulate the forms and breaths of other races. used to hide his identity, but he didn't expect it to be exposed.

It's not that Durand didn't think about making the double-knife clone return to a humanoid posture, and the two-person line turned into a four-person walk, which may be more suitable for hiding his identity, but the problem is that the red-robed and blue-robed Durand do not have the power to copy, and they can't change their appearance, but they are easy to see flaws.

"So cautious, has it all been revealed?"

Durand looked around at the corpses lying on the hillside and said indifferently, "The so-called high-grade fuel, the attraction of these guys, is that great?" ”

To be honest, Durand felt extremely aggrieved in his heart, after the battle just now, he finally fully understood Abayan's previous warning, and after understanding this, Durand only felt unspeakable irritability in his heart!

Concern for her daughter, worry about Sendroe, and miss Andrea...... All these feelings must be buried in his heart, and he can't think of it, because the thought of his daughter maybe still being somewhere in the labyrinth of time and space, the thought of Sendelo's safety, and the thought of Andrea waiting for him, Durand felt that his heart was being burned by a raging fire!

"Okay, I know you're uncomfortable, but if you have that time to get angry, it's better to get out of here as much as possible." Nightwing whispered.

Durand snorted, he also knew that it was useless to stay for a long time, in case the other party had follow-up troops, it would be another life-and-death battle.

Taking a deep breath, Durand quietly tightened his grip on the judgment knife, and what came out of his eyes at this time was a kind of determination and madness that Nightwing had never seen before!

Durand has only one thought in his heart at the moment, and that is to kill!

Whoever dares to block his way back to Sendelo, no matter who he is, kill them all! If blindly hiding your identity doesn't work, then you can only kill to stop killing!

"Let's go."

Rustling footsteps sounded, and Durand and Nightwing stepped over corpses, treading on enemy blood, and gradually disappeared into the hilly terrain.

After the two left, the hillside was silent, and the corpses of the tricolor armorers soon attracted a large gray vulture.

Not far from the hill, on another hill, a group of men and horses quietly emerged, it was more than twenty warriors dressed in strong costumes, all empty-handed, and their backs were as straight as spears piercing the sky.

Strangely, each of them wears a mask.

The only exception is one person.