Gawain didn't know if his acting skills were up to par, but he thought that the cultist would definitely be fooled.

Because he himself is really in a weak state, and he really doesn't have the strength of a true legend - there is no need for acting skills in this regard!

For Gao Wen, who knew that he was two pounds, it was far easier to pretend that his combat strength was not strong than to pretend that he was still in his heyday seven hundred years ago.

Sure enough, while he deliberately showed that his physical strength was exhausted and his body coordination was reduced, the figure shrouded in black robes moved.

It was the outpouring of aura, the aura that had finally determined the battle intent and was ready to go to the end, and Gawain saw the cultist's black robe shake in the corner of his eye, and the arm hidden under the robe was raised in this direction—an obvious wave of magic power gathered in his hand.

Gawain had been waiting for this moment, but instead of attacking, he pretended to be upset by the Corrupt Treants, and staggered slightly in the direction of the cultist - he narrowed the distance, but in the eyes of his opponent, it was exactly the act of sending his body within the range of magic.

The mutated and obscure druid spell took shape in an instant, and a gray-green ball of light containing the power of decay flew out from under the robe of the black-robed cultist, and Gawain had completely locked the trajectory of this ball of light, he did not dodge or dodge at all, but supported the knight's protective aura at the moment when the ball of light hit him, and at the same time started to charge!

The "Corrosive Orb" streaked through the air in a silent trajectory and slammed into Gawain's shoulder armor, but at the same time, a circle of translucent energy fluctuations rippled on the shoulder armor, wiping out all the power of the orb into invisibility, and Gawain turned into a white light in the blink of an eye, and raised his long sword to slash down at the cultist's head!

The cultist was obviously stunned for a moment, but he had fallen into this trap: just like any spell casting class, the druid spell was also buffered by magic after casting, and after the previous spell failed, his spiritual sea was in turmoil, and at this moment, facing the knight charging towards him, he could not cast even the simplest talisman spell.

But just when Gawain thought that this cultist would use the talisman weapon he carried on his body to resist his own slash, he saw this guy make an amazing operation that he didn't expect at all-

The black-robed man suddenly retreated half a step to dodge the next split, and then an iron plate bridge narrowly and dangerously dodged Gawain's subsequent blow and slash, and then rolled in place without reluctance, and got up with one hand to spin up, and at the same time as getting up, the other hand reached to his waist, and suddenly pulled out a bright one-handed sword, and blocked Gawain's third pursuit with a "bang"!

At this moment, Gawain's eyes were about to fall.

But he didn't have time to wonder, because this cultist had already dodged the most dangerous attacks, and he was regrouping, and once this demon and martial arts cultivator really regrouped, it might not be easy.

Therefore, Gawain directly poured the knight's aura into the Pioneer Sword, and the blade instantly ignited a high temperature of nearly 1,000 degrees, and at the same time, his hands pressed down hard - although the cultist's block was amazing, after all, the level gap was too big, and after only holding on for less than two seconds, he had to fight to roll around at the cost of being injured in his left arm to dodge the scorching blade that almost set people on fire.

Gawain chased after him, and the Pioneer Sword slashed like a blood-colored blade of light, leaving one twisted arc of high heat in the air after another, while the cultist wielded a one-handed sword to support it, which made Gawain's jaw drop even more - this guy in black actually fought with himself for the time being with extremely exquisite swordsmanship!

What the hell is going on with this?! Is this a cultist who is only level five? This is said that all things will die in the end of the Dharma Druid?!

The black-robed cultist's one-handed swordsmanship is unbelievably superb, and Gawain soon discovers that this is really pure swordsmanship, and there is no extraordinary power that belongs to knights or warriors - every sword he has is just right, both offensive and defensive, and he completely relies on skillful skills and combat experience to resist Gawain's offensive, without a protective aura, no magic infusion and extraordinary skills, he has resisted to the present with his single-handed swordsmanship!

In this world, there is still such a martial artist who does not mix with extraordinary power and simply tempers his skills and accumulates experience? And what's going on with this guy's druid spells? Or will there be some unknown system of occupations for the end of all things?

Gao Wen is a question mark on his side, but the cultists who are fighting against him are already miserable: although he has persisted for so long with his superb swordsmanship, the gap in rank is difficult to ignore, in fact, if this black-robed man is not holding a one-handed sword that has received blessings, but just carrying an ordinary steel sword, I am afraid that he will be cut off by Gao Wen with a sword in a few rounds after starting the battle.

After several successive attacks, Gawain forced the opponent into a corner, and he decided not to ponder what was going on with the opponent's swordsmanship, but directly mobilized the magic power in his body, and at the same time raised the sword of the pioneer high, releasing the "Iron Storm" that only high-level knights can master.

The black-red blade swung down, bursting into a burst of strong light in the air, and in the light, the blade suddenly seemed to split into countless paths, and a sword light smashed down like a rain of steel, and each blade carried a powerful shockwave, in the blazing "steel storm" impact, the solid ground of the castle shattered and rolled up like sand, and was carried by the shockwave towards the cultist who had completely lost the opportunity to cast spells and the opportunity to block.

The black-robed figure seemed to have given up on resistance, and he stood stunned until the blades and shockwaves of the Iron Storm tossed him and the surrounding stones to pieces, and continued to rush towards the walls of the council chamber with the unabated shockwave.

With a loud clatter of rocks, a large hole was made in the castle's sturdy boulder walls, and the shock wave continued to dissipate into the night outside.

After a few moments, the few corrupt treants still standing in the hall stopped moving, and hung their arms stiffly like robots that had lost their commands, and then they shook a few times, and the glowing crimson cores went out, and the dead branches and leaves that had long since lost their lives fell to the ground: the twisted things that had risen against the laws of nature were restored to their original form.

Amber jumped out of the shadow form, a fart. He sat on the ground and gasped vigorously: "Whew...... Call...... I'm so tired......"

Knight Philip was also panting, those corrupted treants catalyzed by magical power were not easier to deal with than ordinary low-level knights, but he couldn't do such a humiliating act as amber, so he just supported his body with his sword, and looked at Gawain with admiration: "My lord, that cultist was killed by you." ”

However, Gawain didn't look very happy, he frowned and walked to the big hole, looking down at the charred fragments left behind by the cultists' shattered bones - due to the astonishing heat contained in the Pioneer Sword, these wreckage had been severely carbonized, and there was no trace of flesh at all: "Not right...... I always felt like it wasn't right in the end......"

Pitman walked over, bent down to pick up a piece of it, and slowly crushed it in his hand, and after a moment his face turned gloomy: "It's burnt bark - the magic of the fallen druids, that guy ran away!" ”

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At the same time, on the roof near the verandah of Viscount Andrew's Castle, a clump of unusually grown, extraordinarily luxuriant vines suddenly rustled and wriggled, and then a large bag suddenly bulged out of the vine, accompanied by a disgusting, mucus surge sound, and the large bag in the vine was torn apart, and a figure in a black robe came out in embarrassment.

This black shadow was none other than the cultist of the Cult of the Dead who had escaped by the end of the world, his body exuded a burnt stench, his left arm was drenched in blood, hanging weakly beside him, his robe was tattered, and his hood was missing, revealing the face of a middle-aged man who was emaciated and pale, with short brown hair and messy hair.

He still carried the "one-handed sword" in his right hand, but now only half of this valuable extraordinary weapon was left.

Cursing in a low voice, the cultist put away the small half-severed sword and staggered forward, ready to flee the place before the formidable opponent could react.

But he had barely taken two steps before he suddenly raised his head and looked into the corner not far away.

The Byron knight stood there, looking up at the cultist who appeared to be seriously injured and emerged from a bush of vines, and the two looked at each other for a moment, neither of them reacting.

But the stunned mind only lasted for a blink of an eye, and the cultist quickly came to his senses, raised his hand to the knight in front of him who had survived for some reason, and began to forcibly chant a spell with the stinging pain in his brain, ready to deal with the obstacle man.

And the Byron knight also reacted instantly, he pulled it into his arms, felt something and fiddled with it, and threw it at the opponent: "Eat my righteous secret weapon!" ”

A dignified knight has to shout even if he throws a hidden weapon.

The cultist just smiled disdainfully, and easily caught the "hidden weapon" that Byron threw at him - although he was seriously injured, he would not be able to succeed in the plot by a third-level knight, not to mention that this third-level knight had been cursed by his evil magic not long ago, and now he was also weak!

"You think too highly of yourself," the cultist clutched at the projectile that Byron had thrown, he didn't sense the slightest bit of poison or working magic from it, so he didn't worry in the slightest, "It's okay, I'll use you to replenish my life...... Well? ”

Suddenly, he heard a ticking sound coming from his hand......

Byron clearly saw that this cultist reacted at the last moment - the crystallized grenade was completely mechanical before it exploded, and there was indeed no magic reaction in it, but the magic aura of the energy storage crystal could still be perceived if you felt it carefully, and a mid-level superlative powerhouse would of course realize that something was wrong with this thing after becoming vigilant, but his reaction was still a little slower, although he had thrown the grenade out, and the brilliance of the talisman spell floated on his body, but the rune trigger had been pressed, The detonation circle was activated.

grabbed the flame explosion with his bare hands, and caught the fireball on his face, highlighting a red and fiery trance.

But after all, it is an extraordinary powerhouse who has reached the middle level, even if he is seriously injured, the talisman he carries with him and his own flesh. The strength of the body still exists, at the moment of the explosion of the crystallized grenade, there were several flashes of light on the cultist's body, and the few pieces of protective equipment he had left automatically activated and resisted the most lethal damage, and finally his entire right arm was shattered in the explosion, but his remaining body jumped out with the impact of the explosion, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

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