The tall man pushed the barrel of the gun so hard that the spear penetrated the enemy's chest completely, and then quickly withdrew the barrel of the gun, bringing out a series of beads of blood from the enemy's abdomen, and the wounded enemy still screamed and rushed forward with a hideous face, unaffected by the injury, as if he had been numb to the pain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The tall man smacked his tongue secretly, the enemy's mind had been tortured and collapsed, and just relying on the instinctive thought of fighting to drive the body, such an enemy was even more difficult to deal with, like fighting in the same group of bloodthirsty machines, any combat skills for humans became meaningless, and could only rely on pure destruction.

But the man frowned, and he was still clearly conscious, so that he felt the pain all over his body every minute. He dodged to his left side, the enemy's spear stabbing exactly where he had been standing a second ago, and then grabbed it with a strong reach.

"Want to play with a gun, come on," the tall man whispered with a sideways face, he wanted to say that I could tell where your shot came from and where it was stabbed by listening to the wind, and his hand that locked the barrel of the gun was extremely hard, "I hold the gun for many times longer than you don't know, and every time I imagine being able to get all my strength into a bastard like you." "The enemy with the gun was dragged and staggered forward, and the tall man was in the area, and two or three enemies were forced to fall together.

He turned around and saw the rugged figure move backwards, while Sora didn't obey his orders and remained in place, the big man's foe in both hands with a fierce axe, enough to destroy two or three trees in one fell swoop, four times the size of Sora's thin torso.

The tall man wanted to go over and stop the big man's pace, but he had just turned around, and the calf that had been penetrated by the lightning was suddenly sore, and the muscles of his leg were damaged, and it was a miracle that it was enough for him to continue to hold on to the action and fight, and the hot pain exploded behind him one after another, and his attention was attracted by the big man who was close to the air, and the enemies who were holding double knives saw the opportunity, and the blades were ruthlessly and ruthlessly cut down on the tall man's back, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Are you coming at me?" Sora muttered and raised his head, the oncoming big man was far more than twice his size, and he looked so short when he subconsciously retreated, but he thought that even if he attracted a person, he could reduce the burden on the man somewhat, so he stopped his steps back, "Okay, come, just rush at me, you big guy, I'm here ......"

"How many more times do you want me to tell you!" The tall man's voice cut off Sora's unfinished words, and Sora saw the man who flew on the big man's back, strangled the big man's neck with his arm to stop him from advancing, and stabbed the big man in the wrist with a spear to force him to let go, and the big axe fell to the ground.

"But I, I can't, as you said," Sora shook his head, "you're still besieged here by them, and I watch, I can't leave." ”

The flames that gradually flickered from far and near, and the sound of explosions exploded one after another, accompanied by the painful wails of the tall man squeezing out between his teeth as he endured, like the harshest murmur in the world tormenting the nerves of the air. It was the enemy in the distance who condensed and completed the magic again, and a series of fireballs and lightning bombarded him, smashing down on the man's body and crackling and roaring.

It was a very different attack from the ball of fire that Sora had unleashed herself, the flames that truly meant destruction, and now, they, the raging flames, were taking the lives of the tall men.

"Don't, don't do this," Sora shook his head even harder, tears welled up in his eyes, so that the vision of the swaying was the red sky of flames, and the black shadow of the man bathed in the flames swayed like a piece of paper about to be burned, outlining the lines like leaves that could be torn apart at any time, Sora was afraid, and the corners of his mouth trembled, "Don't do this again......"

Then the enemies with weapons in hand rushed forward again, the tall man locked the big man's neck, the big man also grabbed the tall man's arm with both hands, he was stopped from moving, but the tall man was the same, double knives, spears, were ruthlessly inserted in the back of the man, this group of crazy broken guys had long since ignored the injury to their own people, only to kill the enemy's target as the only order to continue the action, and the crowd in the back row also launched a new round of magic condensation.

He's going to die, he's going to die, he's going to be killed, he's going to die, he's going to be killed......

Sora's heart was strangled by a big hand called fear, he felt that it was difficult to breathe, and the picture in front of him was about to become a whirlwind, and again, in front of him, the fire that spread and burned slowly swallowed everything, and in the flames the beams collapsed, and some people left, and the trees creaked in the flames, and some people were tormented by cruel attacks, and they wanted to leave him......

"Uncle, what do you have to do to release the magic?" In his mind, the bearded man taught him the memories of when he released the magic.

"If you think of magic as a knife, it is like a guardian card generated in your heart for self-preservation, you understand what you are missing and desired, magic comes out to fill those gaps, and what you desire most in your heart makes you know what to do, the knife is pulled out, and the magic has the proper form, and it becomes a magic ......"

"I still can't release my flames. ”

"Perhaps, your flames aren't meant to hurt people, and your magic is something special. ”

......

The tall man was inserted into an iron hedgehog, the red blood flowed between the blades, the enemies dragged him off the back of the big man, the tall man finally seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and he didn't know how much blood was lost, he was pressed into the snow, and the strong man who untied the restraint moved his strangled neck, picked up the axe and looked at the tall man, the tall man was like a sinner being held on the execution table, and the next moment his head fell to the ground, but the eyes showed stubbornness, through the snowflakes and the figure of the strong man stuck under the eyelids, he looked at the empty place farther away, even if his mouth was blocked in the snow, he still seemed to be conveying his words with his eyes, the meaning I want to express has not changed.

"Don't!" Sora suddenly ran over, disobeying what the tall man wanted him to do, but what should he do when he ran over? Can his weak body stop a strong man? Can he stop the axe from swinging from the air like the tall man just now? It would be good to have a gun, and it would increase his confidence somewhat in his hand, but he could not do anything without a weapon, and no matter how much he tried to do something for the men, he still couldn't do it, so that even a little self-confidence when holding a gun was given to him by men.

The tall man's face showed a small but violent tremor, he must be in a hurry, anxious to make a sound, want to shout directly, don't want to rush over like a fool, isn't that, the same as the younger brother at the beginning.

"Don't, don't ......" the empty mouth kept pleading, "Don't let me be alone...... "Don't let me be alone" He ran on the snow, reaching out to grab something, he used to run so anxiously in the open snow, he stretched out his hand to the sky, it was the miracle he saw when he woke up.

In that hazy sky, a clear sky dispelled by the moonlight, he stretched out his hand towards the vanishing light, as he tried to now, even wishing that his fingers would be lengthened.

The crowd in the back row bypassed the "execution table" and blocked the empty front, without the tall man, a small child is not afraid of them, even if they are only good at magic and lack the ability to fight in close combat, but for a stupid empty who runs to die, they only need to smile hideously, and all the magic condensed in their hands is smashed into the empty face that rushes head-on.

The tall man's body struggled violently, and the sound of whimpering voices squeezed out from under him, but he was still suppressed by the enemies above, and the blades were pierced into his body again, as if to nail him to the snow completely, and the big axe in the strong man's hand also fell with the release of the hordes of fireballs. Sora stopped, and the sight of fireballs flying in his pupils was reflected in his pupils, and the color of the flames filled his vision.

"Actually, releasing magic is such a thing, it's so simple but it's difficult, which is why there are very few knights who specialize in magic," the bearded man's words to the sky once haunted Sora's ears again, "But it's really a very simple thing, you just need to think about what you want to do when you want to release magic, what is your heart longing for......"

The fireballs and electric light, which could completely burn the empty torso together, flew down to the place where the empty torso was close at hand, and disappeared abruptly, like oil paint splashed by water, wiped off by a rag.

The sound of the magic explosion sounded a little later, and the lightning swam away in front of the eyes, and the magic did not touch the air in the slightest, and the magic releasers turned their heads in amazement, looking at the lightning flames behind them, burning the group of people who suppressed the tall man into charcoal, and the big man with the axe fell in the smoke that emitted the smell of mush, and the next second after the fireball lightning disappeared, it was abrupt and incredible, and appeared above the heads of those people.

No longer with the power of suppression, the tall man pushed away the charred torso on his body, and he stood up again with the blade still hanging from his back, and then raised his head, staring at the enemies who released magic without pity, conveying ferocity and malice.

"Don't try to hurt more of my family in front of my eyes!" the tall man grabbed one of them by the cheek and shoved it onto the others, he spotted the messed up and picked up his spear, stabbing them in the chest one by one.