The faint voice reached his ears, like countless whispers converging into a chaotic message calling for Tarrant, the golden light gradually faded, the voice gradually became clear, shouting, screaming, colliding, the body was shaking, Tarrant's fingers trembled, blood flowed all over his body again, and suddenly, a large mouthful of cold air mixed with magical energy entered his chest, and he opened his eyes.

The black haze of the sky, the clanging of weapons, the chaotic footsteps stirred up dust, the ground trembled slightly, and a ball of flame slashed in front of Tarrant's eyes, and immediately exploded with a loud bang.

Tingwu Mountain.

Tarrant's right hand slowly touched his chest, the armor had been broken into several pieces, barely attached to his body, but the location of the wound had been reunited, only slightly painful, and he was resurrected.

Mara, we'll be together forever, Tarrant whispered, his hands clenched into fists.

There was the sound of weapons breaking through the air, but there was no sound of metal colliding, and one side had no weapons, it must be the warrior monk. Tarrant sat up and looked around, his sword dropped not far away, where a dark elf soldier was engaged with a soldier.

Tarrant's reborn body regained its strength, he ripped off the armor on his body, tore off the shirt with a big hole, and walked straight to the sword, the two soldiers didn't notice Tarrant's arrival at all, he walked up, picked up the giant sword, and turned around, Biantris and the warrior monk were entangled, the mage of the Protector Squad and the mage of the dark elves were casting attack spells on each other, the cloak of the Protector mage had been removed, revealing a face covered in oil paint, but the delicate silhouette and flowing blonde hair could still be seen to be the mage of the elves. There was no sign of the dark elf warrior around, and there was no sign of Elliot.

Tarrant sped up and ran towards the warrior monk, the giant sword swung out, separating the poet and the warrior monk, the warrior monk looked at Tarrant in surprise and said, "Aren't you dead?"

"I'm going to die with you," Tarrant said in Elven language, and the greatsword swung again.

The poet's voice came from behind him, "I'm sorry I came back late, but fortunately Gomorrah's abilities are still there, otherwise you would be my first partner to be killed", and the poet called out to the mage, "Help, speed up." ”

The Dharma Protector's mage immediately cast an acceleration spell. Acceleration increases the speed of the recipient's movements for a short period of time, excluding the casting and chanting speed, which can make the recipient very tired after the spell ends. The tactical idea is clear, and Tarrant's remaining task is to deal with the warrior monk in front of him, after which his body will not be able to cope with the high-intensity battle.

With the assistance of the acceleration technique, Tarrant's attack kept up with the speed of the warrior monk, and the warrior monk's hand knife attacked from any direction, and Tarrant could defuse it with the same speed, and even, Tarrant began to counterattack at the moment of defense. Now Tarrant has no distractions, and he thinks of a way to defeat the warrior monk.

The effect of the acceleration technique is not long, only about 5 minutes, and then Tarrant will feel very tired, at that time it is impossible to defeat the warrior monk again, only 5 minutes, Tarrant understands this, and the warrior monk also understands that his hand knife is no longer free from Tarrant's sides, but guards against Tarrant's sword.

Tarrant's giant sword swung outward, the angle was very large, almost a threatening move, the warrior monk hesitated, it was difficult to judge in a very short period of time whether this was Tarrant's mistake or some kind of attempt, but one thing is certain, Tarrant's chest once again showed a flaw, which could give an effective attack, just like last time, another fatal attack in the same position, the opportunity could not be missed, the warrior monk finally gave up the idea of defense, and stabbed Tarrant in the chest with his hand.

The flaw in his chest could no longer be remedied, and the hand knife would inevitably stab into his body, and Tarrant had already realized that his body was slightly tilted, so that the hand knife could pierce into the ribs without hurting his heart, and it would not kill him instantly, this was part of his plan, and what he learned from the dark elves would die together. An enemy beyond his ability, exchanging death for death, even if it costs his own life, will be a victory.

The giant sword went around in a circle, and Shun Lì reached the position that Tarrant needed, the back of the warrior monk, he endured the severe pain and took a step forward, making the hand knife pierce deeper into his body, his chest was bathed in his own blood, the distance between him and the warrior monk was already within his arm, he stretched out his left hand, took the tip of the sword, his consciousness began to blur, and his chest was suppressed by Yan zhòng, but he couldn't retreat!

The warrior monk was puzzled by the victory that he had won, he didn't smile, an encirclement, the warrior monk immediately found that the sword in Tarrant's hand was already horizontally placed on his back, and the left and right hands were like two brackets stabilizing the sword body, just retract, the sword body would cut through the warrior monk's body, an embarrassing situation, the dark elf's hand knife did not exert any more force, his face, showing a satisfied smile, this angle, no matter how to break through, means death, the warrior monk closed his eyes, maybe he had already expected the sacrifice of the soul.

Both of them are facing inevitable death, and their lives will end, Tarrant regrets that he couldn't continue to deal with the matter of sucking the spirits, but, Mara will be by his side, Tarrant smiled, "I said I would take you to die with me", he retracted the sword with both hands, and the moment it touched the body of the dark elf, the knife stabbed into his body harder. What is this pain, the breeze blows on Tarrant's face, comfortable, comfortable, the moonlight is bathed in his body, the beautiful world, Tarrant closes his eyes.

His whole body trembled, and he lost so much blood that he didn't even have the strength to stand, and Tarrant fell to the ground, and the sword in his hand fell together, and the body of the warrior monk fell beside Tarrant.

Perhaps it was his last breath, Tarrant took in slowly, and the sound of armor-piercing came from his side, as Biantris and the mage were dealing with the dark elf mage together. The dark elf mage, Tarrant's consciousness jumped into the word, the murderer of Mara, the consciousness struggled to reawaken, and there was no strength to stand up, only to watch them fight.

The armor of the dark elf mage was defeated by the silver tooth light, worthy of the weapon that no mage can resist, the black energy of Gomorrah has surrounded the mage, leaving wounds everywhere in the dark elf, the mage's spells continue to wear down his will, the haughty expression of the dark elf has long been replaced by the fear of death, he is still breathing but unable to make any spells, only using the staff of energy to fight back in vain, the mage protector chanted a magic ball, colorful energy flashed in the magic ball.

The energy ball was like a condensed rainbow fragment, drawing a brilliant straight line, merging into the body of the dark elf, and the dark elf tore the robe on his body in pain, revealing the blood-colored Boda Island logo on his chest, and his body, scattered in a granular shape, disappeared into the air, leaving nothing behind, as if there had never been such a person. Dissociated.

At last...... The thought came to Tarrant's mind intermittently, and Biantris ran over and shouted, "What have you done, just hold him back for five minutes! Damn!" he picked up Tarrant and staggered towards the tent, Tarrant couldn't stand the jolt anymore, and sleepiness kept pestering him, so that he could no longer open his eyes.

When Tarrant opened his eyes again, he was lying on a white sheet, in a small tent. A priest sat beside him and whispered, "Knight, I have cast a healing effect on you, but it can only alleviate your injuries, you have lost too much blood. ”

There was a dull pain in the wound, and Tarrant thought that it should have healed, but the general weakness, the side effects of the acceleration surgery and a large amount of blood loss, the normal result, was able to pick up a life and be content.

"How long have I been unconscious," Tarrant looked at the candlelight, a few words popping out on his pale lips.

"You're very vigorous, and your teammates sent you here half an hour ago. ”

After only being unconscious for half an hour, Tarrant himself was a little surprised, "How was the fight?"

The priest lowered his head and shook slightly, "The ranks of warriors have all been crushed, and there are dark elves everywhere. ”

Saying this, he still couldn't hold Tinwo, Tarrant struggled to hold up, only then did he notice that there was a noise outside the tent, and the sound was very close, he got out of bed, and the sword was placed in the doorway, and he walked towards the sword.

The priest stood up and stopped Tarrant, "It's still a question of whether you can save your life in your current situation, and you don't have any combat power at all." ”

A spark splashed outside the tent, quickly burning a large hole, through this hole, Tarrant saw countless dark elf soldiers rushing out of the hole, the resistance on the ground had retreated to the outermost outer, the warrior queue was long gone, only scattered warriors and mages were besieged in the dark elf army to fight, the outer troops seemed sparse, but still making the last resistance.

Just in the place where the battle was originally fought, an elven mage was surrounded by layers, the dark elf soldiers kept rushing up, but they were never able to attack the mage, her face was painted with oil paint, it was the great grandmaster mage, she was surrounded by a looming lilac light, and the soldiers who approached her could quickly dodge every time she attacked, and the blade shield surrounded the mage, giving deadly revenge to the sneak attacking soldiers.

The mage's lightning strike flew out of her palm, rolling around the nearest circle of soldiers, the soldiers let out a wail, their whole bodies trembled and fell to the ground, the mage continued to chant spells, a strong light rose from the ground, straight into the sky, the light quickly spread out along the ground to form a huge pillar of light, all the enveloped dark elf soldiers threw away their weapons and hugged their heads and let out a crazy scream, their bodies emitted the same color as the pillar of light, and then the whole body began to burn.

Tarrant had never seen a spell of this magnitude that could make the night glow like daylight, making so many lives dissipate in an instant. Three portals appeared around the mage, and the three dark elf mages surrounded the mage, and the dark elf soldiers playfully surrounded the four people in the middle, marking a gladiatorial arena.

The dark elf mage cast spells together, white, purple, and blue energy balls fused in their palms, and the mage in the middle also silently recited the spell, forming a faint twilight around him, the white magic energy and twilight fused, the two energies dissipated together, and the other defensive spells of the protector mage disappeared together, the purple death finger and the blue energy hit the elf mage at the same time, the elf mage spat blood, she did not continue to cast the spell, but quietly looked at the opponent in front of her, her expression looked tragic and desperate. The blue energy, the forbidden spell, ignores the magic immunity and immunity and takes effect directly, making it impossible for the mage to continue to cast spells, and it is also fatal to high-level mages, completely losing the ability to resist and escape.

Twilight, which can dissipate spell traps, proves that the energy is equal to or higher than that of the elven mage, the elven mage is fighting against three dark elf mages of the same energy level, and Tarrant is eager to come to help, but the priest is right, he does not have the strength to lift his sword.

The dark elf mage continued to chant the spell, and the three pure white energy balls sent out countless missiles to fly towards the mage, and the three meteor storms, even if they were wearing the thickest armor, could not withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the three meteor storms, the elf mage did not resist, the meteor storm fell on her body frantically and precisely, and the huge impact instantly crushed the elf mage's body, and the ground was sprinkled with crimson liquid.

The elven mage may have already realized death, but he didn't think that in the end, even his body was destroyed and could not be resurrected, Tarrant's throat was blocked, and he was so sad and desperate that his teammates who were still talking and laughing just now were sacrificed one by one, Mara, Juggernaut, Elliott, Elven mage, more allies who are just looking at the face have become the bones at the feet of the dark elves, maybe coming to Tingwu means embarking on the road of death, Tarrant did a good job, now, he only has one task left to finish, spill the blood on Tingwo, he forcibly picked up his sword, and walked out of the tent.

The priest chased after him and grabbed Tarrant's shoulder, "Your body can't fight at all, it's completely dominated by your will, and when this momentum disappears, you'll die in no time!"

Tarrant shook off the priest's hand, "Waiting means death too, and we can't escape." ”

The moonlight was obscured by gloomy clouds, and darkness shrouded the whole Tingwu, without a trace of light, standing in such an environment, like a fine grain of sand to stop the overturning of a desert, Tarrant raised his sword, "How long will it be dawn?"

"About four or five hours," the pastor was in despair.

Unable to hold it anymore, Tarrant whispered to the sword, "For the sake of justice", he raised his legs, ready to go downhill, a strange sound came, like rushing waves, is there an earthquake? The candlelight in the tent trembled slightly, and then, a rumbling sound came from a distance, the candlelight flickered sharply, and the sound was close.

The people on the battlefield also noticed the abnormal movement, the dark elf soldiers stopped attacking, looked in the direction of the sound, the battle stopped slightly, and everyone stopped the battle at hand, waiting for the rumble to appear.

On the hillside where eyes gathered, a white horse jumped out from behind the slope, and a knight in silver armor with a spear in his hand and a long sword at his waist scanned the battlefield, and the spear pointed at the hole, and violently dismounted his horse, and rushed towards the dark elf soldiers. Immediately after, three more white horses jumped out, the knights straightened their spears, followed the first knight, and then, dozens of horses leaped out of the slope, and countless "da-da" horses' hooves converged into a "rumble" chorus, and more and more cavalry poured out, forming a sharp white wave, fearlessly charging towards the densest place of the dark elves.

Regardless of the cavalry of any force, they were the saviors of Tinwo at the moment, and there was hope, and in response, the Allies issued a cry of faith, far from despair, and rekindled the will to fight. The cavalry's spears dashed into the Dark Elf formation with a fearless charge, the horseshoe broke through the defenses of the Dark Elf's shield, swept the Dark Elf soldiers into the dust under the hooves, the spears pierced the intruder's body, and the knights drew their swords and fought their way through.

The besieged adventurers broke through with the help of the cavalry, and the team regrouped, and Tarrant saw Biantris and Warren, who fought their way out of the encirclement of the Dark Elf soldiers, mounted their horses, and pointed at the three Dark Elf mages. Now is the best chance to counterattack, Tarrant raised his greatsword and jumped downhill, a knight was stabbed to the ground by the Dark Elf not far away, the horse was running towards the woods, Tarrant sped up and stepped onto the horse, turned around, and pointed the sword at the Dark Elf Mage.

The front queue of the dark elves has been overwhelmed, the cavalry team has raided everywhere, completely disrupting their troops, they have lost their unified command, no one has noticed the situation of the dark elf mage, the soldiers are busy dealing with the cavalry, with Biantris and Warren, it should not be a problem to eliminate their main mage.

Biantris had been caught by a Klos energy fist, and he walked in with great pressure towards the dark elf mage, who pointed death at him, the purple light deviated before it could get close to the poet's body, and the black and loose breath of Gomorrah attracted the energy of the Death Finger, and finally swallowed the Death Finger. The Dark Elf Mage stopped casting an instant death spell on the poet, and a flaming arrow flew in, and Warren's Hellfire swung in its path, and the flaming arrow caused a huge wave of fire on the Hellfire's blade, and then quickly annihilated, the Hellfire glowing a fiery red in the night.

The poet's priority caught by the energy punch can step back, and the three mages focus on Warren, the earthy yellow energy ball, the frozen hoarfrost energy ball, The pure white energy balls gathered together, Warren rushed towards the mage in the middle, his speed was too late to stop the mage's casting, the petrification hit Warren's leather armor, the energy instantly subsided, Warren's rock armor blocked the petrification energy, the frost spell of the dark elf mage on the right side sealed Warren's surroundings in a fan shape, the hellfire became more and more fiery red under the frost, and a hot air was drawn in the middle of the fan to completely cancel out the frost effect, and the meteorstorm missile hit Warren through the frost spell, Warren did not dodge, received all the missiles, he and the dark elf mage were already one step apart, the hellfire drew a fiery red arc, and the stone shield of the dark elf mage in the middle was shattered, the robe ignited sparks, and the mage quickly retreated to perform the illusion technique.

The poet stayed in place, and after being surrounded by the energy fist, he continued to move the body lì consumption was too great, he began to cast a spell, the impact of the energy fist on the spell casting was almost none, the magic missile flew out, and four small missiles flew towards the four phantom bodies of the dark elf mage, revealing the true body of the dark elf mage, and the mage was no longer able to escape Warren's attack.

The hellfire struck the mage's robe again, and the middle of the robe began to burn, unable to withstand the scorching flames. The dark elf mage who was in danger immediately split up to face the enemy, the mage in the middle kept retreating, and the magic missile flew out from his fingertips to wear and tear the Warren body, the dark elf on the left chanted a green energy ball, controlling the spell, and the mage on the right cast a confinement spell on the poet's side, and the red energy imprint took shape next to the poet.

A magic seal is a kind of magic trap, which will appear when cast on an object or location, and once approached or touched, it will exert its hidden magic, including imprison, stun, control, chaos, and so on. The current situation is more difficult than Antris to move, even if he sees the seal, he can't dodge, he waits for the seal to burst, and can only bet on whether he can withstand the confinement of the seal.

A figure jumped out from the side and pounced on Biantris, and in an instant, the French seal was formed, imprisoning the war horse closest to the French seal. Biantris looked at Tarrant and smiled, "It's just in time." ”

"As a partner, I shouldn't have left you, did I", Tarrant double-swung his greatsword and charged towards the mage on the left.

A portal suddenly appeared between Tarrant and the three dark elf mages, a gorgeous figure appeared in the portal, the portal has not disappeared, the mage inside has begun to chant spells, under the dazzling white light of the portal, Tarrant can't see her face clearly, can only hear the sonorous spell casting: "Time is my will, life is a sculpture, despise forever surrender to my feet, cheer, hug, look up to will be my face, intoxicated, soul, time, stop for me!"