"Click, click, click......"

The sound of metal hitting the floor, echoing through the dark basement, was transmitted into the hall, only to be drowned out by the sound of pouring rain outside.

The sound grew clearer and clearer, like a man in metal boots climbing up the stairs from the basement step by step, while the people in the hall slept deeply, unaware of the sudden movement.

There was a thunderclap, and in the faint light of the hall, a tall figure emerged from the shadows under the staircase leading to the second floor.

This is a samurai who is nearly two meters tall, wearing a pitch-black, airtight full-body armor on top and bottom, holding a long sword with a cross-shaped gauntlet in his hand, and the silver blade flashes with a dazzling light in the light of the fire.

Under the helmet, there was an opening the thickness of a finger, and a dark aura was seeping through it like smoke.

The black-armored warrior's gaze fell on the bright fire, and then on the mercenary closest to it.

The "click" sound rang out again, and the sound of metal boots slamming on the floor was extremely clear, but it was drowned out by the sound of rain outside.

Crane was sleeping deeply, and he didn't notice that a grim reaper was approaching him.

Looking at the defenseless human at his feet, the black-armored warrior stopped, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, like an executioner in charge of slashing, and swung it down with force.

The snow-bright blade drew a fan-shaped trajectory in the air, and the tip of the sword, which was longer than an ordinary long sword, happened to cut horizontally from Corion's neck, and the diamond-shaped tip was stained with a stream of bright red blood, and then because it couldn't adhere to the smooth blade, it was thrown to the ground, forming a dazzling trace of blood.

Blood flowed profusely, and the sleeping Cryan didn't even let out a scream, and he was left in a different place by the black samurai, and his hands were still tightly holding the antiques hidden in his arms.

The other mercenaries didn't notice that a companion had been killed, they were still asleep, snoring slightly, only Zhang Yi frowned, as if he had been stabbed by something, and his sleeping consciousness gradually showed signs of waking up.

After killing Corion, the black-armored warrior walked around again, walking to Zhang Yi's side step by step.

Zhang Yi's brows were tightly locked, and a strong sense of danger was like sharp steel needles, constantly stabbing his brain.

The black-armored warrior raised the long sword in his hand again, and then slashed at Zhang Yi's neck.

At this moment, a rumbling thunder sounded outside, and this thunder was more powerful than before, shaking the entire hall and causing a lot of dust to fall.

Zhang Yi opened his eyes suddenly.

A bright sword light quickly enlarged in his eyes, and in an instant, it occupied the entire field of vision.

This sword light came so quickly that anyone's mind would stagnate in an instant, and no one could use their mind to control their body and make an effective dodge in this instant.

But Zhang Yi is different, his physical instinct is faster than consciousness.

Just when the brain is aware of the danger and is still in the blank, the instinct given to the body by the system immediately comes into play.

The instinct to avoid danger made Zhang Yi jerk his head away, and the sword light flashed through his ears and slashed deep into the stone floor next to his head.

His ears were hit by the splashed gravel, Zhang Yi didn't care about these, and took advantage of the gap when the guy who attacked him pulled back his weapon, Zhang Yi had already rolled out to the side, and picked up the mountain rock iron sword placed on his side.

When he quickly got up from the ground, he saw through the light of the fire what the guy who had attacked him was.

A samurai wearing an ancient full-body armor, tall and mighty, holding a sword in his hand that was a cut longer than an ordinary long sword, a sword with a cold light, and a black aura constantly oozing from the helmet with a round spire, which made people shudder.

The moment he saw this black-armored warrior, Zhang Yi's heart couldn't help but sink, because he had already recognized this guy.

[Forsaken] - the unyielding soul of the black armor.

Legend has it that when the Chosen Gods disappeared into the world of Elend, their vast and invincible armies disappeared with them, but some of the soldiers of the armies remained.

These soldiers remained in the remnants of the Chosen People until they died, and their unyielding will turned into resentment attached to the army's full-body armor, forming a cage that imprisoned their souls, and thus became undead monsters.

These types of monsters can be found everywhere in the ruins of the gods of the Shadow Mountains, and as long as they are not alarmed, they will not be too dangerous.

But Zhang Yi and Corion have obviously explored this ruin inside and out, and there is no danger in it, where did this Forsaken come from?

Didn't Cryan explore the basement?

Zhang Yi subconsciously looked at the place where Corian was lying, and couldn't help but pause in his breath, the young man who was still alive in front of him just now was already in a different place at this time, separated by yin and yang.

Zhang Yi didn't have time to think about where this forsaken came from, because the other party had already raised the long sword in his hand and rushed over.

The metal boots slammed into the ground with a screeching sound, and the Forsaken's tall body rampaged like a fiery horse.

Zhang Yi's expression tightened, and he immediately shouted loudly: "Wake up, get up quickly......"

Before he could finish speaking, the Forsaken had already rushed in front of him, slashing down with a sword.

Zhang Yi could only stand up the iron sword to resist, and he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, which was the most stable posture.

With a loud bang, the Forsaken's sword slashed at Zhang Yi's iron sword, and a huge force was transmitted along the shaking blade to the hilt, Zhang Yi only felt a shock to his hands, the iron sword was almost blown away, and the tiger's mouth holding the sword immediately hurt.

When a sword was blocked, the Forsaken immediately retracted the sword with great speed, and then slashed down with another sword, simply without any fancy, but the immense strength and extreme speed made its every move full of power.

The sword light flickered, the sword whistled and slashed, Zhang Yi's fighting instinct made him understand that this was impossible to resist in his current state, so he could only choose to retreat, and he was planning to do so.

With a strong stomp of his feet on the ground, Zhang Yi's body leaped backwards deftly, and the Forsaken's sword slashed down not far in front of him, and the strong wind from the blade made his cheeks hurt.

Zhang Yi retreated away from the fire, and the Forsaken did not show his intentions - the mercenaries were still sleeping near the fire, fighting beside them, and it was inevitable that it would affect them.

Jumping onto the stone table in two steps, Zhang Yi turned around and kicked a silver candlestick back.

The candlestick slammed into the Forsaken's armor and was torn apart by the force, but it didn't stop it from moving in the slightest, and it rushed straight to the edge of the stone table, slashing at Zhang Yi who was standing on the stone table.

Zhang Yi did not make a hard connection, but quickly jumped to the other side of the stone table, there was a stone table between the two, and the sword of the Forsaken could not reach Zhang Yi no matter how long it was.

He turned his head and immediately saw a speechless scene - he saw that the Forsaken had no intention of bypassing or jumping on the stone table at all, it slammed into the stone table neatly, and the huge force immediately knocked the stone table into a beat, and it also took a big step forward, and the sword in its hand slashed towards Zhang Yi again through a stone table.

"it!"

Zhang Yi only had time to curse, and also slashed out with a backhand, and with a bang, the two swords staggered and collided, bringing up a string of sparks.

This time Zhang Yi was holding the sword with one hand, and he was ready for the iron sword to be blown away, but the huge power from the hilt of the sword suddenly emptied, and a severed sword flew out in the air, clanging and falling in the distance.

His sword was cut off.

"it, it!"

Zhang Yi let out a series of shouts of unknown meaning, and then turned and ran without hesitation, and the Forsaken took two steps over the stone table and chased after him.

The battle finally passed the sound of the pouring rain outside, waking the mercenaries up.

Susan opened her eyes and immediately saw the picture of Zhang Yi being chased and slashed by the black-armored warrior. Without hesitation, she immediately pushed away the dlaney, who was still rubbing her eyes and looked confused, and turned back to grab the bow and arrow at her side.

The Delaney finally came to her senses, and when she saw the situation clearly, she immediately let out a panicked scream, got up from the ground, and tried to hide behind Susan's back, but Susan's words immediately stopped Miss Pastor's movements.

"Quick, wake up the others."

As she spoke, Susan quickly knelt on one leg and unsheathed the infantry longbow with both hands, the sharp arrows aimed at the black-armored warrior at the first moment.

The bowstring rattled, and the arrow burst through the air, and the bell struck the Forsaken's helmet with precision.

The Forsaken was about to slash at Zhang Yi with a sword, but the sudden bow and arrow made it pause, it shook its somewhat loose helmet, and then abandoned Zhang Yi in front of it, and instead turned around and rushed in Susan's direction.

Seeing the Forsaken with his back to him, how could Zhang Yi let go of such an opportunity, he immediately rushed forward two steps, his body jumped high, and the broken sword in his hand that had not yet been abandoned slashed downward, slashing on the shoulder of the Forsaken, and slashed down hard, bringing up a string of sparks.

Zhang Yi's attack had an effect, and the Forsaken quickly turned around and slashed out with a sword.

Leaning over to dodge the sword, Eason Cheung took a few steps back and avoided it, and kept muttering: "Very good, your opponent is me, don't run around." ”

At the same time, he shouted at Susan, "Quick, I'll hold back its hatred, you guys get ready." ”

In addition to being nervous, Zhang Yi subconsciously shouted out the words that he often shouted in the game, but fortunately, Susan was smart enough to immediately understand what he meant.

By this time, the Delaney had already kicked and kicked the sleeping Bert and Harry to wake up, but when she looked to the other side, she immediately screamed in disbelief and turned to Susan and shouted:

"Corion is dead!"

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