Brandwilson rode his warhorse, rising and falling in a wind.

He raised his arm and sniffed his cuffs, a smell of tulips still lingered on his body, even if he was blown by the wind on a fast horse for a day, this floral fragrance still remained on his body tenaciously.

Maybe the pollen was caught in some of the folds of his clothes, he thought.

But the Shadow Pursuit Team doesn't have time to clean up their clothes now, not to mention the fragrance of flowers, even if he has been running thousands of miles with blood on his body a few times, he will never stop for these little things.

When Brandwisson realized that he had been fooled, he carefully calculated the time wasted on the road. Counting the Black Volcano, the Harbour Master's Office checking the ship's information, and searching for clues in the Water City, at least eighteen hours were wasted, which made him even more sure of his guess, the person he was chasing must be delaying his pursuit.

He looked at the somewhat tired team members behind him, sighed, slowed down his horse slightly, and shouted: "Relax! Don't stiffen your body! The ups and downs of your body should match the running of the war horse! What about what you learned in the training camp!?"

These team members, one by one, saw the sky with their eyes before, and swore that they could pursue for three days and three nights without rest, but only after a day and a night of running, they staggered.

Sure enough, they are still too young, and these new team members are too immature for the use and distribution of their physical strength, as well as the awareness of the limit of their willpower.

Sighing and sighing, Blandwison still reprimanded sternly: "What! I can't stand it for a day? Who swore to pursue him day and night?"

After no longer preoccupying the warhorse, Blandwison relaxed a little and surveyed his surroundings.

All he could hear was the wind whistling by, and the leaves fluttering back and forth in the summer breeze.

Such a harmonious scene in front of him made Brandwison wary.

Normal, too normal, this section of the road is normal to the point of excessive regularity, the leaves swing upwards every twelve seconds, the summer wind will be strong every twenty-four seconds, excessive regularity is an anomaly.

Brandwisson's body stood upright on his horse's back, and he shouted, "Be careful!

"Kara. ”

A sound from under the horse's hooves interrupted Brandwisson's words.

Irregular lines were cracked on the flat ground, centered on the hooves of the chasing team's horses, spreading out in all directions.

The lines became thicker and deeper, but after a few seconds, the lines turned into cracks, and the road with a radius of seventy or eighty meters began to fall into the ground, and under this layer of pavement, there was a huge pothole more than twenty meters deep.

"It's a trap! Beware of the ground!"

With a shout, Blandwison abandoned his horse and jumped back and forth among the falling rubble.

However, the members of the pursuit team did not have such skills, most of the team members were not only similar and lacking, not enough mental concentration, and not experienced enough, and had no experience in dealing with such a bizarre ambush at all, only a few sanctuaries in the team barely kept up with Blandwisson's movements.

Brandwisson's anxious heart was as he noticed that the stones were beginning to tremble slightly.

"It's not over yet!

Before Brandwison could finish speaking, the stones exploded in the air, turning into sharp pieces of stone and stabbing at the pursuers.

This change of tactics immediately injured many members of the pursuit team, and even two people were unfortunately cut trachea, and eighty percent of them could not survive.

Brandwison backhanded his weapon from behind him and slotted the pieces of stone out one by one.

This attack made him feel a little familiar, and this familiarity fused with the strangeness he had felt from the opponent he hadn't met before during the chase, and a figure appeared in his mind.

However, before Blandwisson could see the man in his mind, a burst of ice splinters fell above the crater.

"Spellcaster! There is a caster among those who ambush!" Brandwilson roared, and in his mind's eye, next to the familiar figure, there was another silhouette of an old man.

Without the obstruction of the stones, these ice chips violently filled every corner of the pit, and the attack of this magic was so fierce and wide that even Blandwison could only resist with the help of the Sanctuary ability, and the rest of the chasing team members did not have a single place on their bodies intact.

At the end of the blizzard, Blandwisson seemed to see a dazzling sword light.

The condensation of the energy of this sword light, the special attributes, evoked another figure in Brandwisson's memory.

Although Brandwison had the heart to remind the team members, but the blizzard was not only extremely lethal, but also had several magic effects such as frostbite and freezing, he could only watch this sword qi sweep across the pit and take the lives of most of the team members, and only a few holy realms could barely rely on their own ability to avoid this sword qi.

Is it finally ready to land?

Brandwilson was about to breathe a sigh of relief when two arrows flew towards him!

It's the kid!

The figure of a child with a huge bow and arrow on his back broke into the composition in Brandwisson's mind and stood in front of the old man.

Brandwisson already had an answer in mind as to who his opponent was, and he drove all the figures out of his mind, calmed down, and aimed his sword at this powerful archery.

These two arrows were fast, but they were still within his ability to cope.

"Captain, be careful! There's an arrow!" the deputy captain, who was on the side, saw an arrow hidden behind the tails of the two arrows, and reminded loudly.

Brandwison was even more serious.

However, what he never expected was that after the feather arrow hit the two arrows in front of him, the two arrows in front of him suddenly turned around and flew towards the vice captain next to him.

"Poof!"

"Smack!"

The two arrows left a small scar on the vice-captain's chest, but they exploded a huge crater in his back, making two terrible sounds.

Damn it!

Brandwisson's face changed dramatically.

"Hey, where are you looking?" a sweet woman's voice floated out of the wind.

In the air not far away, a slender white arm was placed around the neck of another Shadow Pursuit Saint Domain, and with a slight twist of the arm, this Sacred Domain also lost its breath.

There was no image of this man, and Blandwison didn't have time to think about who this dangerous woman was, because a cloud of rubble and dust exploded from the top of the crater, and a dark figure fell from the sky.

"Bang!"

On the cracks like cobwebs in the ground, Ente pressed Brandwison down his neck, his knee pressed against his chest.

"You've lost, Ade. ”