Bled River Valley

Wittstein, the Hand of Death, and Darlslo, the Nine-Star Silver Moon Warrior, followed their tracks all the way, day and night, without a moment of rest.

By the time they arrived at the river valley, even if the two of them were very strong, they felt a little lacking in energy after running thousands of kilometers in a row.

It was at this time that the Dark Elves saw their opponent first.

"Look at that, on the stone pillar!" Dalslo pointed to a weathered stone pillar in the distance, and through the windswept sand of the river valley, a figure could be seen standing at the top of the pillar.

At this time, there is only one explanation for such a blatant appearance in the dangerous river valley, and the person in front of them is the target they are tracking for thousands of miles.

Wittstein spotted his opponent as well, and with a 'whoosh', a torrent of hot steam erupted from his armor, causing him to halt his forward momentum and stand firm in an instant.

"That's him." Wittstein's tone was very certain, he had been to Ximu Town, and he had asked the local mercenaries to learn about the specific situation, and knew the characteristics of this Terran warrior named Rollin.

The mercenaries described him as 'at least 1.9 meters tall, strong but not bloated, wearing distinctive leather armor and having a dignified appearance.' This description fits perfectly with the man in front of him.

"He's waiting for us." Darlslo also stopped, took a deep breath, and raced against time to adjust his physical condition.

Since the other party is waiting for him, this means that he has been prepared and in the best condition, and they are running from afar and are physically exhausted, which is a flaw drilled by the other party.

"It's okay!" Viteslo looked left and right, then pointed to a twenty-meter-high stone pillar a hundred meters in front of him and said, "I'll go up there and use a magic musket to interfere with the rhythm of the opponent's battle." If you can force him to show his flaws. I can kill them in one hit, too! ”

Dalslo nodded. He pulled out the two scimitars he was carrying on his back, and waved them casually, blooming with silver knife flowers, and at the same time, a silver-white streamer appeared on the surface of his body, and this streamer began to flow around his body in a precise trajectory, faster and faster, and finally blurred his tracks, forming a shield of light similar to smoke.

This is the Nine-Star Defense Magic: Meteor Mist. Very sturdy and aggressive, it can annihilate anything that comes into contact with a light shield, and even Wittstein is unsure if his magic musket will be able to break it with a single blow.

After the defensive magic appeared, Darlslo stopped using magic, holding his sword horizontally at his side, leaning forward slightly, tapping his toes on the ground, and began to run forward.

He runs extremely fast. Almost without a touch, looking at it from afar. It's like flying on the rocky surface of a river valley, light as the wind.

Wittstein followed him, and after running with him for more than a hundred meters, he climbed the stone pillar he had been optimistic about, and when he reached the top of the stone pillar, he fell to his knees on one knee, and the metal on the wrist of the armor flowed rapidly, forming a long magic musket. The barrel of the musket was at least a meter long, with a dark blue metallic sheen, and it was one of the weapons he had inspected in Prince Gogel's palace.

He immediately put the musket flat in his hand, skillfully pressed a bullet more than ten centimeters long and the thickness of his thumb into the magazine, and then turned the head of the gun and aimed at the figure on the stone pillar not far away.

As soon as he was ready, he opened his mouth and shouted to Darlslow, "I'm in place!" ”

Dalsloe nodded, and rushed towards where Rollin was.

Luo Lin was ready to fight, and without any hesitation, he jumped off the stone pillar.

When he was in mid-air, he didn't draw his sword, didn't even make any defense, just put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

For Wittstein, this would have been a great opportunity to attack, as his opponent was in mid-air and had nowhere to draw on his strength, so he naturally couldn't dodge his attack. If anyone else dared to do this in front of him, he would definitely shoot and break the opponent's body in two with a powerful bullet!

But this time, waiting for his opponent to hit the ground, he didn't pull the trigger because he wasn't sure.

The wind in the valley was strong, whirring, and swirling, as if cheering for this rare summit duel in the dark region.

Rollin began to speed up his pace, his steps were very large, and his steps were extremely heavy, and with each step, there would inevitably be a splash of rubble, and the ground would inevitably tremble slightly, and the light and elegant dark elves were completely two extremes.

At first, the distance between the two sides was about two hundred meters, but for the two warring people, this distance was nothing at all, and in less than three seconds, the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters.

Rollin still didn't draw his sword, his hand resting on the hilt, his fingers moving slightly, as if adjusting to his best, and as if he was just moving at will, neither of his opponents could figure out his intentions.

The Dark Elf Darlslo's scimitar changed its position slightly, from the previous position of being sideways to the front of the horizontal knife, and his scimitar also began to appear strangely, and arcs of light like silver electric snakes appeared, wrapped around the blade, and then extended into the air, hitting the air, making a 'crackling' explosion.

"Hey!" The dark elf let out a muffled roar in his throat, slashing forward with his twin blades, and two snow-bright arcs of lightning also whipped towards Rollin, and an extremely spicy smell emanated from the air.

Wittstein also shot at the same time, and there was a 'boom', and the barrel of the magic musket in his hand spewed out flames nearly half a meter long, and a dazzling red light drilled out of the barrel, flying at a high speed towards the opponent who was still rushing forward.

For a moment, two terrifying attacks were unleashed at Luo Lin at once.

At the same moment, Rollin's hand clenched the hilt of the sword suddenly, and his eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, suddenly opened, and his eyes were full of light. In the dry air of the river valley, all of a sudden, a large number of snowflakes condensed out of thin air, and swept along with the wind and sand.

The moire sword is unsheathed.

The temperature of the air drops like an avalanche, and the density of snowflakes increases rapidly, giving the illusion of being in a country of frost and snow.

The dark elf Darlslo bore the brunt of the attack, and was affected by the extreme temperature, and his steps instinctively paused. A crack appeared in the flawless attack.

Facing a master like Rollin. Any imperfection in martial arts is fatal. And there is no room to make it up.

A moment later, in the dim environment of the dark land, there was a cold light that flashed violently, illuminating the entire empty river valley in an instant, and the whole sky became snow in this instant, like a lightning bolt that struck the sky when lightning and thunder roared.

Legendary Skill: Flash.

The vortex ice energy formed by the combination of frost magic and the power of anger is fully driven, supported by the power of Lorraine up to 2,000 points, and has been holding back on the way to charge. With the pure killing intent condensed in his heart as the foundation, Luo Lin did his best to send out this sword.

The timing of this sword cut was just in the middle of the flaw in the dark elf's steps, and the opponent had no way to dodge.

A crystal glass-like sword arc slashed from the tip of the cloud pattern sword, just cutting into the flying line of fire, cutting this line of fire directly into nothingness, the sword arc continued to fly out, cutting into the body of the Dark Elf Nine-Star Silver Moon Warrior at an unimaginable speed, ignoring his defensive magic meteor mist, and passing through the body of the dark elf.

This glazed sword arc continued to fly forward, and it didn't dissipate into the air until it flew out for more than fifty meters.

'Wow' Rollin retracts his sword. With a wrong step, he gave way to the position next to him. Avoiding the upper body of the Dark Elf flying out of control, the lower body of the Dark Elf fell into the crack of the rock and got stuck.

As for the arc drawn from the opponent's sword, because of the disappearance of the caster, it still failed to draw Luo Lin's body after all, and it unwillingly collapsed into a flash of light with little lethality ten centimeters above Luo Lin's head, which was lightly resisted by the faint white light around Luo Lin's body.

Rollin didn't continue to move, he looked up at Wittstein on the stone pillar, and asked lightly, "The hand of the god of death?" ”

Wittstein held the magic musket, but he didn't dare to shoot again, he nodded mechanically, and answered Rollin's question.

"Leave your armor behind, and collect his body." Rollin Road. In his eyes, the body of this Silver Moon Warrior is equivalent to a quasi-saint, and the strength of this vapor warrior is stronger, reaching 1500, if it was him before, it would be really difficult to deal with it, but now it is different from the past.

And the armor on this man is really a good thing, if he can, he will take it back and study it well.

Wittstein gritted his teeth and refused: "Impossible, unless I die!" ”

"Then you're going to die!" Luo Lin sneered, suddenly accelerated forward, and rushed in the direction of the stone pillar.

The weapon in Wittstein's hand quickly changed, from the previous magic musket to a two-handed greatsword nearly two meters long, and then he leapt from the stone pillar and rushed towards Rollin.

As soon as he rushed it, the corners of Luo Lin's lips showed a disdainful sneer.

The warriors of the Dark World have their strengths and weaknesses, such as the goblins' vapor warriors, who have great power with the help of their powerful armor, but their control of power is really crude in the eyes of the truly powerful.

Just like this goblin, with a strength of up to 1500, he only has the same sword skills as ordinary samurai, and as for the saint-level martial art of Vortex Strength, he doesn't know anything.

People say that killing people is like chopping wood, but this goblin really does the stupid kung fu of killing people as chopping wood.

A few seconds later, the two swords intersected, and the moire sword wrapped around the snowflake curve in Luo Lin's hand easily knocked away the heavy sword in the goblin's hand, 500 power suppression, and superb power control is not empty.

After flying the heavy sword, Rollin wanted to understand the goblin with a sword, but when he was about to die, he suddenly changed his mind, and the long sword that had been cut horizontally at the opponent's neck suddenly turned, and the back of the sword slapped Wittstein's head.

With a 'snap' sound, Wittstein was shot out more than thirty meters, and his body hit the stone pillar he had just jumped off and fainted. The armor on his body was powerful, and he withstood the blow without the slightest damage, still protecting his master.

However, his master had lost consciousness, and no matter how strong the armor was, it was useless at this time.

Rollin stepped forward, drew his heavy sword from the ground, picked up the fainted Wittstein, and returned to the crack in the rock where the goblin engineer was hiding.

Throwing the hand of death in front of the goblin engineer, Rollin ordered, "Verzac, find a way to take off his armor intact." ”

The goblin engineer was surprised for a moment, and then said in a shrill voice obediently: "My lord, this is not a problem at all, look at me!" (To be continued......)

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