Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Veteran Comes Out

Zyuganov, who was caught in the middle of the attack, while secretly cursing the great commander who had not yet come in to save his life, clenched the battle axe in his hand, it was never his style to die obediently without fighting, anyway, he would rather put the dying blow in the delicate and beautiful morning light.

Even if you want to die today, you have to pull the girl's back, I believe that the loss of the smiling morning light will definitely make the young man feel painful, and the rest of his life will no longer be happy.

The despair and unwillingness before his death actually made Zyuganov's mind flash in his mind, and he vaguely guessed the intimacy between the two.

With a loud shout, the huge battle axe was raised at high speed and slashed down at the petite girl, Zyuganov, who decided to strike the final blow, decisively abandoned the knight's shield held in his other hand and changed it to a way of holding the handle of the axe with both hands, almost doubling the force, the sharp axe moved forward quickly, and the dark red blood stains on the axe blade were faintly shining, and the wind wrapped the tyrannical giant axe, whistling and slashing at the beautiful neck of the morning sun like a swan!

On the left and right sides were Solmer's icy sword light, and the blue light of the Plitander icicle flickering, but Zyuganov ignored it and completely gave up his defense, and single-mindedly superimposed the remaining fighting energy and strength in his body on the giant axe, in order to just cut off the girl's head!

Seeing that the burly deputy commander of the city guard would rather be killed by attacks from both sides than slash himself in the same way, Dawn did not show a look of surprise or fear, she just crossed the daggers in her hands together, and resolutely met the giant blade that brought the wind together.

She was stupid, did she think that just these two thin and thin pieces of iron could withstand the final axe that she risked her life to cut down?

Zyuganov didn't have time to do more analysis, he just felt that he was dying, and he could finally take his young beloved on the road with him, and it was not too outrageous, so he smiled with satisfaction, and his smile was hideous and crazy.

It's a pity that Zyuganov laughed early again, and the goddess of fate was destined to be a night that disappointed him so much that he fell into the abyss of despair.

An astonishing axe slashed at the intersection of the two daggers raised by Dawn without any suspense, and then, there was no more. Except that he was instantly shocked to internal injuries.

Compared with the thick and heavy battle axes, the two short swords in the girl's hands were as small and delicate as two toys, but these two small and thin "toys" easily blocked the desperate blow of the deputy commander of the city guard, without even a trace of superfluous trembling. And the petite girl who raised her weapon to meet her, when she carried this heavy axe head-on, her body only squatted down slightly, and completely dissolved the deadly force that Zyuganov had concentrated all her strength to split, and then as soon as she sent it towards the coming momentum, she rebounded back!

In a state that was already defenseless, he was hit by the huge force of his whole body, and the deputy commander of the city guard suddenly felt a bloody sweetness in his throat, and blood involuntarily poured up his throat, and he realized that there was a huge gap in strength between himself and the girl.

can die in her hands, not unjustly.

It was rare for him to think about it, and his crazy smile was full of suppressed bitterness.

The young man's blade pierced Zyuganov's armor and plunged deep into his heart, and the ice pick sent by the old magician pierced the soft underbelly on Zyuganov's other side at the same time, and most of the ice pick penetrated deep into his body, but Zyuganov, who was like a dead heart, almost didn't feel pain, he just took the last breath of his life, and then reluctantly lowered his head and quickly stopped breathing.

Being able to fight an opponent far beyond his combat power and die at her hands is somewhat of the glory of a warrior, and he decides to take this hard-won glory in stride and leave this ruthless world full of killing as dignity as possible.

I just don't know if Zyuganov, when he was dying, repented and reflected on the many crimes he committed.

"Are you alright?"

Knowing that Dawn had no problem taking this level of attack, Normer still asked the girl with concern.

Although the exercises he and the girl practiced are different, they are both difficult and difficult to understand, and it is very difficult to get started, but once you learn something, your real combat power will far exceed that of opponents of the same level, and it is common to fight beyond the level. In terms of strength alone, in the dense forests bordering the Demon Realm, there are all kinds of magical beasts that far surpass Jiuganov, and for the two who have used the vast forest area as a training ground since childhood, the deputy commander of the city guard army is not enough.

"Pediatrics. The girl smiled sweetly at her brother and replied lightly, "Let's go, there are still a few pesky flies to clean up." ”

For a group of guys who secretly fired cold arrows at their brothers, the girls who hold special grudges have not forgotten to find the field in time, especially the big villain in the middle who will break the magic arrow, and it is absolutely unforgivable.

"That's good. Let's go and teach the group of gutless bandits who only dare to hide below and secretly release cold arrows. Normer stroked Dawn's hair dotingly, and said gently.

To be honest, the Demon Breaking Arrow gave him a lot of pressure, if it weren't for the fact that Dawn would have detected the possible trap in advance and appeared in the right position in time to relieve himself, it was really not easy to retreat under the tacit cooperation of Zyuganov and the captain of the arrow team, but since it had risen to the level of competition with many people and tacit understanding, Normer didn't think he would lose at all.

At this time, the arrow team they were thinking about was slowly gathering towards the door, and their little hearts were in their throats.

Zyuganov's two successive screams of pain, coupled with the tragic scene of a large thick leg almost breaking at the knee, were witnessed and listened to by their own eyes on the first floor, and they felt quite sympathetic to the pain experienced by their own lieutenant. The sinister killing machine that was originally created by the rain of arrows and arrows poured out by the young man was easily cracked by the girl as if nothing had happened, and it made a group of good bows and arrows feel frightened, and quietly gathered behind the captain, preparing to "turn in" first if the momentum was not good.

If it weren't for the fact that the crime of abandoning his boss before the enemy was too serious, he would have aroused the fear of retaliatory punishment from the "terrifying Ivan", and the twelve archers would have scattered in a hurry and turned around and fled.

The subordinates can retreat timidly, but the captain can't admit it in public, after all, it is a fourth-level strength soldier, and the captain of the arrow team calmly took out a feather arrow made of pure steel and put it on the bowstring.

Fingers lightly flicked the feathers of the tail of the arrow, the pure steel feather arrow in his hand was sturdy, and it was added to the magic power when refining, which was enough to withstand an arrow shot by a fourth-level archer full of demon-breaking fighting energy, the power was quite strong, and the left hand holding the bow was in a state of exerting force at any time, maintaining a posture of attacking and retreating, he slowly took two steps forward, the footsteps were so light that there were almost no sounds, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and his eyes were firmly locked on the corner of the second floor.

As long as the boy and the others show up on the side of the wall, the captain of the arrow team can complete the whole process of determining the target position, locking it, and then shooting the feather arrow in an instant. Even if he only relied on the shadow on the opposite wall, he could basically determine the specific location of the target, and the captain of the arrow team was quite confident in this.

In the current situation that the specific battle situation of Zyuganov is not clear, he can not take his subordinates to abandon the deputy commander to retreat on his own, and rush to the second floor to support without the archers, this kind of long-range attack force should be done, for the sake of safety, he can only bite the head, choose to move forward slightly alone, and on the premise of ensuring that he can shoot normally as much as possible, to find out, once the situation is not good, the captain of the arrow team will do his best to shoot this magic arrow, buy time for himself and his subordinates to get out.

The more the body moved forward, the slower the breathing of the captain of the arrow team became, and the whole person was close to entering a state of emptiness.

Behind him, the archers were undoubtedly much more nervous, their faces were solemn, their open bows were already nine points full, they were full of fighting energy and arm strength, and they were ready to meet the retreat of their captain at any time.

Normer hid in the corner of the atrium on the second floor, and poked his sword out a little downward, and the figure of the captain of the arrow team landed on the sword quite clearly. He watched carefully for a few seconds, and saw the enemy's cautious approach clearly, then turned back to the girl behind him and spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and expressed his helplessness.

It is not difficult to leave the captain alone and tempting alone, and it is also very possible to hit the fire and completely annihilate the group of "timid rabbits" behind him, but it is quite difficult to leave both together.

As soon as Chenxi saw her brother's reaction, she knew that things were not easy, she quietly stretched out a short sword, and judged the general situation downstairs with the figure reflected by the sword body, and then retracted her head from the young man's shoulder, stuck out her tongue, and nodded her little head again and again, agreeing with the young man's opinion.

At this time, it was the turn of the old butler to appear, he pointed lightly to his chest, smiled slightly, and proudly said that I should come.

Naturally, Normer and Dawn had no objections.

Plitander didn't take a step forward, he just pulled out a small "can" from his sleeve and threw it downwards without aiming, his demeanor quite dashing and casual. Of course, things are still flying fast.

Seeing another iron guy thrown out of the upper floor, which was obviously not a good thing, the archers on the first floor increased the output of their fighting energy to the vital shield to strengthen their own protection as much as possible.

Unlike close warriors who carry shields of all sizes, archers who value movement speed need to operate their weapons with both hands at the same time, and have to abandon the shield that can best provide or increase defense. As it is now, the three Zyuganov warriors who have been specially left behind to protect them are helplessly raising their heavy shields to carry out the task of covering themselves and the archers behind them.

Happily jumped on the ground several times, the "iron can" did not spray deadly magic in all directions at the first time, or a hidden weapon with amazing attack power, as they imagined, but slowly stopped as the beating amplitude became smaller, and did not move.

What is this?

All the city guards, including the captain of the Arrow team, were nervous, staring at the strange things on the ground, not daring to be careless, so nervous that they almost forgot to breathe.

In the silence, the "tin can" exploded silently, and as the skin spread out and fell off, a shock wave formed by magic power surged in all directions, and the captain of the arrow team and a group of soldiers saw it, and hurriedly increased the fighting spirit of the protective body to the maximum, praying that they could withstand this wave of magic attacks.

The spell used by Plitander hit the city guards in the first two times with such a large force and a wide range that it caused them a huge psychological shadow, and the math problem of the psychological shadow area of the city guard soldiers tonight can definitely be used as one of the math final exam questions for students in Manny Foster City in the future.

If only Manchester City had a school.