As the sound of the horn resounded through the valley, the green energy ball exploded in the dense area of the soldiers, and a dark green energy ring surged around the explosion point, drawing a green ripple in the air, enveloping all the people nearby.

"They're coming, are you ready, knights!" Biantris said with a playful expression, "Exercise your hands and feet." ”

"Prepare for the Light of Protection!" Tarrant drew his greatsword and held it across his front of him, facing the hole.

Within the area of the green energy, a large area of confusion began to appear in the queue, some soldiers shouted "Run, they are coming!", and scattered in all directions, one soldier slammed straight into a large tree, fainting next to the trunk, others slashed at each other, and the few unaffected soldiers escaped from the spell range to avoid being attacked by the chaotic ones.

It's a chaotic spell, the caster throws the energy ball at the opponent, and the energy ball explodes after reaching the designated place, and the will of the recipient is identified, and the person who is not strong will will enter a state of chaos, and the possible result is to escape, collide, and chase any target around him, and this spell has more chance of taking effect on the warrior class.

The elven commander pointed in that direction, "Priest, prepare for healing! Mages, let them taste our return salute!"

The horn of the elf transmits the exhilarating frequency with a more powerful sound wave, "Woo--" is like a spiritual power to boost morale, giving people a sense of security protected by invisible armor, in the sound wave of the horn, faith, glory, blood, all the exhilarating emotions surged together, and the soldiers picked up the swords in their hands and shouted "May the earth bless!"

"The Horn of Excitement, the magic weapon of the elven poet, the sound of the horn is loud, the fighting spirit is fierce, it gives teammates a higher possibility of will immunity, boosts their morale, immunity to morale collapse, and allows teammates to be protected by their own will, which is very practical on the battlefield", Biantris explained, "It's a pity that I am already immune to this aura spell." ”

With the rise and fall of the horn, Tarrant could clearly feel the surging fighting spirit from his heart, the sword in his hand became the center of his vision, and he eagerly waited for the dark elf in the black hole to come out and die.

From the dark hole, a little flash of light, red, steady and emanating a strange light, it became bigger and bigger, into a red dot the size of a helmet, a figure pushed it out of the hole, the red dot flew in the direction of Tarrant, and made a burning sound of "hunting" in the air, it was a huge fireball.

"Get out of the way!" Biantris dodged to the side, warning Tarrant.

The speed of the fireball was very fast, Tarrant didn't have time to make any movements, the red shadow had already flown past his ears, he heard a violent "boom" behind him, a hurricane-like wave of air swept from behind him, Tarrant's whole body flew out like a feather in the wind, he looked down on the ground like a bird, the mage of the garrison also finished casting, countless flame balls, lightning balls, icicles and energy bombs flew towards the entrance of the cave.

Tarrant landed on a large tree, his head slammed into the thick branches, and his eyes went black. After a long time, Tarrant felt a figure standing in front of him, shaking his body, and a distant voice shouted, "Tarrant, wake up!" he gradually regained consciousness, and the voice was getting closer and closer, and the crackling sound of spells and metal crashing came from his eardrums.

Biantris shook Tarrant vigorously, slapping him in the face from time to time, finally bringing Tarrant back to consciousness. Tarrant looked at Biantris in front of him, who was also hit by the fireball, and his whole body was black. Tarrant struggled to get to his feet, only to find him still hanging from a tree, the violent shaking of the branches causing them both to fall to the grass.

"What a wolf", Biantris shook the dirt off his body, "it's time to fight back", he pulled out the long sword from the cuff that was only half left, a silver long sword, engraved with fine runes, the sword was coiled like a snake on Biantris's right arm, but now like the hardest long sword, he held the sword in his left hand, and ran towards the mouth of the cave.

The first round of spells had been completed, the ground was covered with ash and ice chips, the garrison suffered heavy casualties, and the number of people who could continue the battle was reduced to half, and the warriors of the dark elves rushed out of the ground and fought with the garrison.

Biantris took a leap, the sword flew through the neck of a dark elf soldier like a snake letter, blood gushed out from the wound, the soldier fell to the ground before he could snort, at the moment of landing, his right hand threw down his sleeve to the soldier on the right, a black spirit gap flashed, the soldier's waist spurted fine beads of blood, his whole body has been divided into two sections, the poet's left hand retracted the sword, the silver sword retracted to his left hand, the tip of the sword buckled between his thumb and index finger, a dark elf soldier slashed at him, the poet's fingertips loosened, the sword body rolled out like a storm on his left arm, and the sword shadow was drawn from the bottom up to split the dark elf soldier vertically into two pieces, he turned back to Tarrant and called "Follow, Cave Entrance", his target was the mage hiding in the black hole.

Biantris's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the dark elves, and he rushed straight to the entrance of the cave with Tarrant, with obvious intentions, and a team rushed up to try to separate Tarrant and Biantris. The two sides surrounded the route of the two like a wall of swords, and a dark elf soldier stood in front of Tarrant, his long sword stabbed straight at the sign on Tarrant's chest, Tarrant separated it with a giant sword, and swept the sword towards the dark elf's neck, and the dark elf soldier leaned over and pounced on Tarrant, slammed into Tarrant's chest and hugged it tightly, and fell backwards.

After pressing Tarrant to the ground, the dark elf took the long sword with his backhand and slashed along the horizontal line of Tarrant's neck, in a hurry, Tarrant could only use his left wrist to forcibly block the sword momentum, to his surprise, the armor of the left wrist completely stopped the sword momentum, the dark elf's weapon quality was very poor, Tarrant punched the dark elf in the face and rolled it sideways, rolling the dark elf to the ground, he picked up the giant sword that had just flown off and slashed at the dark elf, and another dark elf behind him slammed the hilt on Tarrant's helmet, causing Tarrant to fall to the body of the dark elf on the ground, and the two dramatically switched positions。

The soldiers on the ground immediately clasped Tarrant's hands, red bloody eyes under his long pale hair, and shouted "Lisorilapon!" The dark elf behind Tarrant held the sword in both hands and stabbed at the two people on the ground, the dark elf on the ground wanted to die with Tarrant, Tarrant tried hard to break free, but the dark elf's fingers grasped Tarrant firmly like iron pincers.

The moment the tip of the sword touched Tarrant's armor, a large wooden stick swept across Tarrant's head and slapped it in the face of the dark elf behind him, the wooden stick was as thick as a pillar, and the dark elf's face bloomed, and there was blood everywhere, he bounced his head back, and the blood spilled along the trajectory of his flight.

A wide figure appeared beside Tarrant, the shadow covering the two men on the ground, the dark elf's eyes showed a look of fear, and through his blood-colored pupils, a wooden stick could be seen falling down, smashing towards his head, and after 1 second, no one could see that the one on the ground was once a head.

An unusually strong druid, with an upper body, muscles stacked on his chest and abdomen as if they had been sculpted, dark skin, a leather apron around his waist, and a wooden stick in both hands, he honestly stretched out a huge hand and lifted Tarrantra up, "Be careful, they're all here to fight." ”

Tarrant picked up the sword on the ground, nodded gratefully, "understood", and he turned and chased in the direction of Biantris. The path that Biantris walked on was littered with the corpses of the dark elves, all of them with only one wound, and Tarrant kept running forward regardless of the sword shadows on either side, and soon saw the figure of the poet, who was in a bitter struggle.

The dark elf surrounded by a cloak is entangled with the poet, the dark elf has no weapons, only his hands, he has a very strong perception, every time the poet's shot can be dodged in advance, so that the poet has no time to get out, the dark elf's hand is horizontally placed into a sword shape, sweeping and slashing are in the air to make a sound of breaking the air, is a warrior monk, a very powerful warrior monk.

From behind Tarrant, the druid sprang out, "You go forward, he handed it over to me", and with his command, the stick was already latched between the poet and the warrior monk, and Biantris gestured, "Tarrant, follow", and he leaped into the crowd of soldiers.

When Tarrant ran past the druid, the warrior monk sneered, slashed horizontally with his hand knife, split the swept wooden stick in half, and stabbed the druid's body with the other hand, the druid's giant hand pinched the attacking hand knife, and in an instant, the hand knife pierced the druid, and the bloody fingers were clearly visible on the druid's back, the power of the dark elf was stronger than the druid.

This scene made Tarrant stop, he hesitated to continue or save the druid, but the druid smiled and shouted to him, "Leave me alone, complete your mission!" He grabbed the arm of the dark elf that pierced his chest with his left hand, and let out a loud roar, brown hair grew from his dark skin, his muscles bulged outward, his facial features were twisted, his chin protruded, the hair on his face covered his entire face, and his expression was hideous like a beast.

The poet had already killed him, and Tarrant had no choice but to abandon the druid and chase after him, and from behind him, the roar of a brown bear could be heard.

The dark elves at the entrance of the cave had already focused all their attention on Biantris, and the soldiers kept blocking his back to form an encirclement, and the two soldiers tried to sneak up on Biantris's back, exposing their backs to Tarrant, who stepped forward and smashed the hilt and elbow of his sword on the back of their heads at the same time, knocking them to the ground.

After the crisis just now, Tarrant has learned a lesson, he no longer uses the sword to swing in a large arc, only to do defensive attacks, the battle here is not like the previous experience, the dark elves only want to kill each other without seeking their own safety, the tactics of ending up together, if he is knocked down again, his life will be gone, Tarrant takes the sword in his backhand, in order to restrain the inertia of his sword, he also understands that the current armor can be a good defense against the weapons of the dark elves, and he is relieved to follow Biantris.

Several dark elf soldiers surrounded Tarrant in a semicircle, swinging their swords together, Tarrant dodged to the right and punched the rightmost soldier in the face, the soldier fell to the ground on his back, and two more soldiers were added behind him, more and more soldiers surrounded Tarrant, and they adopted the tactic of dividing and encircling.

An icicle fell from the sky and smashed on the head of the soldier directly in front of Tarrant, and the broken ice mixed with blood sprinkled on the ground, opening a gap in front of Tarrant, Tarrant jumped over, it was the mage behind who was casting a spell to support, and a ring of flames ignited around Tarrant, forming a flame protection array that followed Tarrant's movement.

Biantris entered the shadow area of the cave entrance, the sunlight had stopped in the shadows, Tarrant took a stride and followed, two mages stood here, behind them, there was a burly warrior with a double-headed sword, wearing a cloak, no armor, and two bronze strange bracers on his wrists, a sword master.

One of the mages shouted to the pursuing soldiers, "Fool, go and deal with the outside, let's do these two." ”

Biantris sneered and said in Elven language, "It's better to come together, I need time to rest." ”

Just now Tarrant thought that the language of the dark elves was different from the ground elves, but now he found out that the language of the dark elves only has a strange tongue, like a dialect of the elves, and Tarrant can speak elven language, but it takes some effort to understand the dark elf language.

The mage said disdainfully, "Spokesperson of Balance, do you want to defeat the three of us with the power of one person?"

Balance, that is, the Lord of Nature, the goddess Ionas, one of the creator gods, she created the balance of the red stone, and maintained it through her constant miracles, some gods will choose an excellent object on the continent to spread the miracles on their behalf, and are called the spokesmen of the gods by the mainland, and the spokesmen have more abilities than the believers of this god, the god Ionas has a spokesperson on the continent, but Tarrant never expected that Biantris would be this spokesperson, a demigod.

"I'm willing to try it", Biantris's right hand slowly took out another weapon, the black lacquered hilt, the ice pick-shaped sword grid, the sword body is very demonic, shrouded in a black aura, and constantly emitted outward, making it impossible to see the specific boundaries of the sword body, but it can be determined that the sword body is slender.

"Experience the wrath of Narissa!" the mages raised their hands together, "Deipoa, alumvoyurliy..."

Pure white balls of energy gathered between the mage's palms, emitting a faint glow, and Biantris shouted to Tarrant, "Meteorstorm, get ready for a long run!"

As soon as the spell was cast, the gathering of the energy balls had been completed, the mage looked at the two of them, and from the energy balls, countless white magic bullets flew towards the two of them one by one, and the magic bullets slashed through the air, leaving several light white trails, like meteors.

A high-level energy magic that can instantly smash a body into mud. Dozens of magic bullets flew towards Tarrant, Tarrant ran to the right, the magic bullet instantly smashed all the routes he ran all the way, and followed Tarrant at a high speed, Tarrant ran to the edge of the cave, there was no way out, a side jumped forward, the magic bullet followed, blocking all the way, Tarrant raised his sword to block his chest, and the magic bullet "clang" The ground was all hit on the long sword, and each blow made the long sword twist slightly, and after a dozen bombardments, the refined two-star long sword had turned into scrap metal, and Yan zhòng twisted into a W shape, which surprised Tarrant, he had also used his sword to block magic before, but this had never happened.

After the first wave of the mage's attack ended, they began to cast the second wave of spells, which was the most effective time to counterattack the mage, Tarrant didn't care about Biantris's situation, and took the scrap iron sword to the rightmost mage, and when he immediately touched the mage, the mage's body emitted a "micro" With a sound, a spherical energy ring appeared around the mage, and the stones on the surface attached to the mage from the bottom to the top like dye, turning the mage's whole body into a gray-black rock, and the mage's defensive spell sequence was activated, and the magic shield and stone shield appeared instantly.

The sword body struck the body of the stone, only cutting off some stone chips, the statue-like mage sneered, he had finished casting the spell, a flash of frost erupted from his fingertips at a rapid and large angle, no one could avoid such a short distance, and Tarrant's whole body was shrouded in frost and cold. Frost is an intermediate spell, generally only used to slow down the opponent's movement and attack speed, causing a small amount of damage, with the protection of the flame shield, and there is no need to be nervous, when the pure white energy and the flame shield around Tarrant blended together, making a "zizi" sound, the flame shield was quickly consumed, Tarrant immediately realized that he had made a mistake of Yan zhòng, his hands and feet were exposed to the cold and immediately lost consciousness, and everything in front of him was white, and the cold air blew on his face like countless blades scraping on his face. When the spell was over, Tarrant's whole body was frozen into an ice sculpture.

The mage continued to cast a spell, and Tarrant twisted his arms with all his might, the ice shards pierced his skin everywhere, blood flowed down his armor, and the pain left him in a desperate situation, and if he didn't get out of his current predicament, he would be tortured to death by the mage. The mage's ice arrow condensed in the air and flew out, hitting Tarrant's heart, the armor was as fragile as ice after the condensation just now, and under the direct shot of the ice arrow, it shattered into several pieces, a kind of cold that penetrated through the bottom of his heart spread throughout Tarrant's body, Tarrant felt for the first time that he was so vulnerable in front of the mage, he had no protection, and the mage's next attack was enough to end the battle.

Biantris and Juggernaut on the side were in a hearty fight, the Juggernaut profession's rapid cooperation with the advantage of the double-headed sword made Biantris tired of defense, and the mage wantonly beckoned magic to him, so that Biantris had no time to help Tarrant, seeing that Tarrant's life was on the verge of death, he took two steps back, and after widening the distance between him and the Juggernaut, the black sword pointed at Tarrant, "Ionas's blessing!"

A yellow light flashed from the black sword and quickly enveloped Tarrant's body, the cold feeling was quickly dispelled, Tarrant's limbs regained his sense of touch and strength, the wound pierced by the ice healed automatically, and Tarrant regained his pre-battle state under the protection of the light. The mage in front of him finished his final cast, and an acid arrow flew from the mage's fingertip to Tarrant's heart, Tarrant dodged sideways, and the rock behind him was corroded by the acid arrow to create a small pit, and the mage did not expect Tarrant to dodge the blow.

The mage's instantaneous spell magic missile struck again, and he didn't want to give Tarrant any chance, and even if he was restored, a warrior without armor would still be easily killed. Before Tarrant's dodge action just now could be restored, the missiles had already flown from both directions, and it was too late to make a big dodge, Tarrant could only lean over, and a missile hit his left shoulder, and he fell to the ground on his back, his left shoulder was covered with blood red and bleeding internally.

Biantris' black sword was thrown over, shouting "Use this!"

The aura of the black sword drew a ghostly color in the air, and flew towards Tarrant, the sword master strode sideways in the middle of the two and danced the double-headed sword, a sword mirror cut the path of the black sword, and one end of the double-headed sword hit the black sword, knocking the black sword out and inserting it into the pit that had been corroded by the acid just now.

The mage began to chant the spell, but he could never stop Tarrant from drawing his sword, Tarrant leaped over and grabbed the hilt of the sword, the mage's spell was not finished, he had already drawn the long sword, and the black energy emanated from the sword body, wrapping around Tarrant's right hand, with the black sword, the mage's defense was no longer a problem, and he swung his sword and rushed towards the mage.

In the face of the black sword, the mage's face did not change, and he continued to bow his head and mutter the spell just now, the light green energy balls gathered between his palms, the mage looked at Tarrant with a sneer, and hit the energy balls on Tarrant with a slight push.

Tarrant was dizzy and lost his direction for a short time, and in his blankness he seemed to hear the mage smile and say to him, "Kill Biantris." "Kill Biantris, Tarrant came over, and he raised his black sword, the tip of which was pointed at Biantris......