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The samurai Roseie was completely stunned, she stared blankly at the weapon that turned into molten iron and ice chips in her palm, her mouth slightly open, as if she didn't know what to react to for a while.

Which human did it?

It doesn't make sense......

From such a distance, he stretched out his hand and pointed his finger, and he actually abolished his beloved weapon in an instant? Is this kind of thing really possible? How could such a powerful person appear in the ranch?

Not only Roseie, but also the old black mage who was still speaking generously just now was also stunned, it was the best war bow of the Night Elf clan and the feather arrow specially tailored for Rose! The old man had never imagined that a weapon of this level would be so vulnerable.

But after all, he has lived for so many years, and he is in a ghost place like the ranch that can drive people crazy at any time, and he has already tempered his heart to be extremely strong. The old man forced himself to compose, gritted his teeth fiercely, and shouted, "Prepare to attack!" Calm down, there is only one person on the other side, and it is definitely not our opponent! ”

Durand looked at the old black mage who was dancing and shouting loudly, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face: "Tired old guy!" Durand made an evaluation, and then silently added: "The most typical." ”

At this time, Nata's voice sounded softly in Durand's head, and the tone was polite and deferential: "Lord Duland, if, I mean if, if you can, please don't kill that black elf female warrior." ”

Unconsciously, Seed has begun to call Durand "adult", which makes Durand can't help but feel that this guy is a little too knowledgeable?

"I didn't intend to kill her." Durand replied lightly, although the female warrior named Roseie was very talented. But it's not yet the peak of level seven, and it's still too early to hit level eight. Of course. If that ever happens, Durand doesn't mind fulfilling the responsibility of a ranch cart and knocking her down.

However, Durand still felt a little strange that Nata suddenly opened her mouth to intercede for Rosey, and couldn't help asking, "Is there anything special about that night elf chick?" Hmm, I'll see...... The talent is really good, but the temper seems to be very bad, and the evil spirit is quite heavy. Quite a few hunters must have been killed. That's all I can see. Oh, of course, this girl's body is indeed quite hot......"

Nata said respectfully: "If I don't feel wrong, she shouldn't be a pure-blooded night elf, the night elf is just a dominant bloodline, and she probably still has a trace of the recessive bloodline of the moon elf." ”

"A hybrid of a night elf and a moon elf?"

"Yes." "There's not much time right now, it's a little hard to explain," Nata said. All I can say is that her potential and value in the future may be great, and adults can consider staying. ”

Durand nodded and said, "Well, I didn't plan to kill anyway." ”

The communication with Nata was completely spiritual, and it hardly took any time to complete the exchange. The old black mage on the outer wall of the royal court was still trying his best to encourage the elites of the four clans, and he roared hoarsely, and he had the taste of never giving up until he stabbed Durand here. However, shouting and shouting, the old man suddenly couldn't shout, and all the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. Can't spit it out anyway.

I don't know when, Duland's musket Hesse in his hand. Aimed at him.

The moment he was pointed at the gun, the old man suddenly gave birth to a creepy feeling, only to feel a cool breath from the tail vertebrae, and then along the spine straight to the top of the head. It was an indescribable sense of crisis and fear, and I couldn't do anything, I couldn't think about anything.

The old man was still holding the black wood scepter high in his hand, but he couldn't release a single spell at this time. He even forgot that he was a night elf black mage, and that he still had spells to rely on.

He had been completely overwhelmed by a monstrous sense of fear.

This is the instinctive reaction of low-level lifeforms to high-level lifeforms, just like the majestic dragon power that humans feel when facing a dragon.

Before, the old man of the black mage did not feel such an aura on Duland, that is to say, just now Durand deliberately restrained himself and did not let the old man feel it. And now that the old man can so deeply feel the coercion brought about by the gap in the level of life, it is not that his perception ability has suddenly improved, but because Durand intends to let him feel and taste!

The old black mage knew very well that this meant that the gap between himself and the other party in terms of life level had exceeded the limit of his imagination.

"No...... Don't ......" the old man couldn't spit out a single sentence. A voice in his head kept reminding him that the other side was using a dwarven musket, and the two sides were separated by more than a kilometer, and no dwarven musket could shoot such a long distance. But for some reason, the old man knew that Durand could hit him, and he would definitely die.

Duland's right index finger lightly touched the trigger of the musket.

He had an indifferent smile on his face. After killing this noisy old fellow, he didn't plan to embarrass the other clansmen of the four clans outside the court, he had more important things to do. There are enough people killed this time, Durand is not addicted to killing, if he continues to kill, the aliens in the ranch will probably be killed by his ranch car.

Bang!!

The rough gunfire rang out, and the tall and thin body of the old black mage shattered at once, and countless scorching shrapnel flew out, ruthlessly tearing apart his body, shattering flesh and bones, and dripping with blood.

Hearing the gunshots and seeing the old man being smashed by a shot, Durand was stunned on the spot: "Uh, this ...... I haven't shot yet. ”

The gunfire did not come from the Heser in Duland's hands, but from the outer wall of the royal court. The sound is undoubtedly a dwarven musket, and it is very similar to the sound of Hether's gun!

"Could it be ......" Durand's face couldn't help but move.

He hurriedly looked intently, only to see a stocky and heavy figure silently appear on the outer wall of the royal court. It was a dwarf, still in the posture of shooting with a gun, and the musket in his hand was one and a half meters long, and his size was amazing. The dark barrel of the gun, which had just been fired, was faintly glowing with a dark red, and it was emitting an astonishing heat.

That's the Iron Fist!

"How did this guy get here?!" Durand didn't expect Iron Fist to be swept in, he looked at the stout figure standing still with a gun on the outer wall, fell silent, and his brow twisted imperceptibly.

The sudden appearance of the Iron Fist obviously startled the clansmen and warriors of the four clans outside the court, and they suddenly saw that the patriarch of the Night Elf clan was smashed into slag, and they were slightly stunned for a moment, and then roared angrily! In particular, the black mages in dark purple robes roared and attacked the Iron Fist, and the other night elf warriors also drew their scimitars and rushed forward.

It was the patriarch of the Night Elves who had just been killed, how could they not be angry?

Only the warrioress named Roseie hesitated, and before she could fully recover from the shock of the destruction of her weapon, she suddenly witnessed the death of the old patriarch up close. However, when Rosey looked at Iron Fist, the warrior, who had always been arrogant, had a feeling of fear that her eyes would be pricked by invisible needles.

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Roseie subconsciously screamed, but was masked by the shouts of the clansmen.

At this moment, the iron fist moved!

ps: Kavinka is going crazy for me, so I finally wrote two thousand, Haihan Haihan.