"Brothers, don't fall in love!

"Xiao Bi, you follow me closely!"

"Alares, you cooperate with the flank attack and contain the enemy from both sides!"

Everyone is killing and rushing with their heads in their heads, venting all their anger on the head of the knife, on the hammer, and occasionally erupting into a shocking roar. Only Zi Qianjun kept shouting, observing the situation around him at all times, and issuing orders.

Zhao Yan did not join the ranks of the breakout, but scurried around in the fire prison, clearing the enemy in the fire prison and avoiding the worries of the breakthrough army.

"Flame ......"

Zhao Yan's face changed greatly, he squinted his eyes and looked back, and Poke really appeared behind him.

Yes!

With a fierce scream, Zhao Yan punched with his backhand, but only hit a ball of water, but the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his waist and he fell to the ground fiercely.

Looking up, the red glittering patch was particularly dazzling in the green mist.

Glancing back, Zhao Yan ran into the Fire Palace.

Under the effect of the agile shoes, Zhao Yan's speed was still very fast, and he ran dozens of steps in the fire palace, always feeling that something was wrong, and when he looked back, he saw that Boke was still following behind him.

Stunned, his eyes widened, he stopped, and said, "Why are you so fast?"

Pork smiled slightly, and said, "Have you forgotten that I am a thief? Although as a mage, your speed is fast enough, which is strange, but compared to the speed of a thief, this is definitely a stupid thing. You don't have any class mobility to catch up with thieves!"

Hmph, you just want me to stop running!

Zhao Yan didn't believe Poke, and continued to run forward, only to hear a whistling wind, and Poke's figure appeared in front of him. Hurriedly turned around and ran to the right, and with another sound of wind, Polk appeared in front of him again. Hurriedly retreated, but Polk arrived before him.

Hum!

"Yan, come on, don't hide anymore, come and fight vigorously! Let me see what you are capable of!" Pok's voice echoed in the wind.

Zhao Yan wasn't afraid of death, but he knew that he couldn't be Poke's opponent anyway, if he could defeat Poke, wouldn't it mean that he was already stronger than an S-level existence?

But now, I can't run away, and I can't hide.

There's no way, anyway, let's fight!

The two of them stood face to face in the hall of the Fire Palace, the flint walls in the hall were glowing with bursts of red light, and countless fire factors were actively playing, and bursts of whistling passed by the two of them. It's just that when he was about to touch Poke, he immediately turned around, and rushed towards Zhao Yan as if he hated Poke.

Zhao Yan liked this fighting place very much, and this was probably the only place he was happy about.

Poke put his hands behind his back, quietly staring at Zhao Yan, he didn't need to care about the outside affairs, he believed that under the defense of a few A-class warriors, it was not so easy for the slaves to rush out, even if they broke through the fire prison, they couldn't escape the last line of defense of the boss guarding the entrance of the cave.

He can rest assured that he doesn't want to worry about the outside world, he just wants to have a final battle with the enemy he admires in front of him.

He's going to kill him with his own hands!

It's a battle of warriors, honor the opponent so that the opponent doesn't have to be brutally slaughtered, and he has to do it!

Yes!

There is no way to avoid it, there is only a war.

Zhao Yan stretched out his arms and shouted hoarsely.

Tai Chi Dragon Flame!

Rumble!

The huge Yan Dragon exploded above Zhao Yan's head, opening his firing mouth and rushing towards Boke, who did not move at all, allowing the Yan Dragon to rush towards him.

Looking at Poke's appearance, Zhao Yan smiled evilly.

Sure enough, as Zhao Yan imagined, Yan Long did not bite Poke directly, but swept past him, and then converged on the top of his head, constantly spinning.

Gradually, a Tai Chi pattern appeared in mid-air.

The joy on Zhao Yan's face became even stronger, and he saw that Boke's body was moving slightly, slowly moving closer to Yanlong!

The suction power of the dragon is working!

Under Zhao Yan's gaze, Boke was absorbed in mid-air by Yanlong, but he didn't see the leisurely expression on Boke's face.

Burst!

Zhao Yan roared wildly, and Yan Long suddenly danced his body to entangle Poke, and he was an ordinary person, who had already been burned to ashes at this time. At this moment, if the Yanlong blasts again, the person who was entangled in it will definitely not even have scum left.

Bang Bang ......

Zhao Yan was looking forward to this voice, but the next moment, Zhao Yan was speechless, and looked at Yanlong in mid-air in a daze.

Boke, who was wrapped in the body of the Yan Dragon, emitted bursts of blue light outward, and the blue light spread violently, turning the Yan Dragon blue, and in an instant, the fiery Yan Dragon actually turned blue, and then, the Yan Dragon actually solidified into a ball, and then turned into pieces of ice and fell down.

Pock, on the other hand, was unharmed.

Zhao Yan exclaimed: "How is it possible! This is impossible! As you said, your profession is a thief, but how can you have such a strong water system energy?"

Hum!

Poke landed slowly and said lightly: "It's true that my profession is a thief, but I'm a ...... Water Demon Thief!"

Water thieves?

Right!

Suddenly, a faint sadness appeared on Polke's face, and as he slowly fell, his long blue hair flowing in mid-air as his body fell.

The past is gradually coming to mind.

In the vast sea, there was a teenager soaked, the young man had blue hair, his face was full of traces of puffiness that had not subsided, his eyes were melancholy staring at the sky, and the people in the distance thought that there was another corpse on the sea.

After a few days and nights, a large ship passed by the blue-haired boy, and a strangely equipped masked man on board brought the boy up, and at a glance he felt the super talent emerging from the boy's body. What made the masked man even more shocked was the cold gaze of the young man. With such a strong momentum at such a young age, there is definitely a great possibility of unlimited potential exploration.

The masked man asked, "Will you follow me? ”

The boy didn't speak, but nodded firmly.

The masked man was satisfied, and continued, "You have a very strong water talent, I will train you to be the most powerful water mage in the world!"

"I don't want to be a mage, I'm going to be a thief!"

The masked man was slightly stunned, "Why? You want to be a thief? You are very suitable for a mage!"

The young man stared at the masked man tightly and said firmly: "I don't want to be a mage, I want to be a thief! The brutal army killed my parents, I want to be a thief! I want to kill them!"

The masked man was stunned again, and then, a smile slowly bloomed on his face. He held the boy in his arms, and the moment the big ship docked, he thought of a training plan for the boy.

The Rogue class is characterized by speed, agility, and reflexes, and the usual way of fighting is to choose the best time to deliver the most critical blow to the enemy. Even if you can't defeat them, you can still harass them like crazy. Good is based on physical attacks.

And Pock, who was cultivated by the masked man, has an extra layer of ghosts on top of the professional characteristics of these thieves, and then his so-called physical attacks are often magic attacks.

Although Poke is a thief, his powerful water talent has not been wasted at all, and according to the cultivation plan formulated by the masked man for Poke, the talent has been better utilized.

In anyone's eyes, Polk is not only a young genius, but also an elusive and magical thief.

Touching the ground on his toes, the corners of Poke's mouth smiled slightly, and he suddenly slanted his eyes upwards to look at Zhao Yan, and said, "Could it be ...... Is that all you have to do?"

Zhao Yan saw Boke's expression, as if he was about to make a move, he hurriedly made a preemptive strike, stretched out his arms, merged up and down into a straight line, and shouted: "Liangyi Yan Dragon Array!"

The corners of Pock's eyes flashed slightly, and he no longer resisted, and quickly pulled out a few darts from his waist, held them in his palm, and attached them to his face, and suddenly his whole body was glowing with a faint blue light.

Oath of the Wave – Double Ice Storm!

Polke's lips opened slightly, and two rows of ice picks appeared out of thin air behind him, and in Zhao Yan's eyes, behind the ice picks was like a turbulent wave tumbling.

Zhao Yan's eyes were full of blue waves.

Boom!

The two dragons crossed and pounced on Polk. The two rows of icicles connected together were like ice wolves, fearless in front of the dragon, but even more fierce, surging forward.

Bang!

The dragon was fierce, but after being hit by the first row of icicles, it dissipated with a bang. But the second row of ice picks was exposed to Zhao Yan, who had no resistance at all.

Ahh

As if his body had been pierced by a sword, there was unbearable pain in countless places, Zhao Yan was violently knocked away by an ice pick for several meters, and after a long time, he slowly climbed up.

Looking at Zhao Yan, who was standing but his legs were trembling, Boke smiled coldly and said, "I can already see that although your magic is relatively unique, it's a pity that you only have C-level strength, compared to me, there is too much difference, no matter what, you can't defeat me." ”

Master, where are you?

Zhao Yan was slightly stunned, sensing Ah Da's call to him.

I'm in the Fire Palace......

Master, you don't seem to be hurt lightly, you hold on, Ah Da is here!

Poke lowered his head, slowly approached Zhao Yan, and said lightly: "Yan, I really can't bear to kill you, if your strength is strong, it will definitely be a good opponent! ”

Boke's attack was still causing pain in his body, and the gap in strength suddenly enveloped Zhao Yan, who gasped wildly, looking very embarrassed.

Zhao Yan pondered Boke's words, and was still unconvinced in his heart, thinking about the previous battles, thinking about the mad dragon, didn't they all defeat the strong with the weak? Could it be that the battle must be the strength of the comparison? Is there no way to think about it?