Toure carried a huge broadsword, the blade glowed with a faint silver light, the blade was engraved with special patterns, the weight of the metal, and the exquisite craftsmanship of the dwarves made this runic broadsword look very mysterious. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He leaped and moved through the forest, moving with a light movement, often just a black shadow streaking by, and Toure leaped onto another tree.

The scholar's robe fluttered, Toure stood on a tree, his thin body, horns on his head, and a great sword on his back, in the depths of this great wilderness, indescribably strange.

"One last chance," he muttered, looking up at the front.

With that, he jumped up without looking back and quickly disappeared into the forest.

......

From where Toure is located, there is a small basin more than ten miles deep into the wilderness.

Toure walked alone with a sword.

When he reached the vicinity of the basin, he stopped, not because Toure did not want to go on, but because there was something in his way ahead of him.

"Roar!"

With a low roar, several drooling green wolves, baring their fangs hideously, stared at Toure deadly.

"Alas!"

With a light sigh, Toure's face remained unchanged, his eyes passed directly through the green wolf, staring closely at the wilderness behind the green wolf.

"Whew"

Several green wolves jumped up, their bodies glowed with cyan light, in the moonlight, it looked like a demon wolf howling the moon, the cyan light became more and more dazzling, and several beams of light gushed out of the green wolf's mouth, sweeping towards Toure.

Boom! Boom!

The cyan beam swept across the land, and the sand and gravel flew like a laser cannon, plowing out a few ravines.

Toure's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the green wolf as nothing, and when the cyan beam blasted at him, he moved.

The hind legs exerted force, the fighting spirit exploded, and Toure's figure rushed into the sky like a cannonball, and the powerful explosive force directly caused the place where he was standing to fall.

"Whew!"

Blood splattered, the silver moon was in the sky, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Toure wore a scholar's robe, stood in the air, his face was calm, he held a big sword, slashed through, and when he passed through several green wolves, blood immediately splattered out, indescribably domineering and fierce.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Toure fell to the ground heavily, stood, gathered his sword, and in one fell swoop, and then he rushed into the forest without looking back.

Behind him, several green wolves that had reached the silver level were directly cut off from the middle.

Ink Blade Toure, this moment shows his sharp means.

At the beginning, Toure felt guilty for his defeat with the Crimson Moon, and at the same time, he hated that his strength was not strong enough, and he felt a deep shame in the face of the arrogant posture of the Thirteen Knights rushing to the military banner and treating the thousands of Ink Blade Soldiers as nothing.

After returning to the alliance, countless midnight dreams, countless dawns, this thin minotaur was naked and sweating, thousands of trainings, he only had one heart: he wants to become stronger!

Then the Splendid Arena was built.

Even Wang Xiaotian couldn't predict what hidden dangers this rune crystal could bring, and Toure resolutely stepped into the arena.

After experiencing the bonus of rune crystals, the bronze mid-level Toure was already a silver beginner when he stepped out of the arena.

Then, he did something that shocked all the orcs.

Ink blade Toure, one person and one sword, bloody wilderness for three thousand miles.

As a junior silver, he was carrying the ultimate weapon that Wang Xiaotian had spent his time on tailor-made for him, one person and one sword, starting from Gray Stone City, all the way through thorns and thorns, and killing all the silver-level beast kings in the Great Wilderness for three thousand miles.

Countless tribes along the way were blown away.

Beneath his ruthless sword, countless undead are wailing.

"Roar... Whew..."

The closer you get to the basin, the more beasts roar one after another.

Toure's expression was solemn, the big sword behind his back was held in his hand, blood continued to drip down the blade, and behind him there were piles of demonic beast bones.

When he went deep into the Great Wilderness for 3,000 miles, he was stopped here.

That night, he rushed into the basin with his sword.

For a whole day and a night, he was emptied of three hundred and seventy-two silver demon cores.

The great sword behind his back smelled of blood, and he was barely close to the center of the basin.

"This time, I'm going to see what's here. ”

He muttered to himself, took a deep breath, and Toure stepped into the basin.

And after he stepped into the basin, the scene in front of him was enough to shock all the orcs.

Warcraft, endless Warcraft......

This small basin is densely packed with all demonic beasts, and what makes the scalp tingle is that none of these demonic beasts are weak, and almost all of them are silver-level.

All beasts gathered.

No sooner had Toure stepped into the basin than a demonic tiger covered in flames pounced on him.

The flames turned into a vast net and enveloped Toure, and the intense heat caused the earth to dry up.

"Khooth!"

The sword in his hand came out, and the cold light slashed, and at that moment, the temperature suddenly dropped, and the cold light slashed through the flames and rushed towards the demon tiger.

Poof!

The cold light swept by, and the demon tiger was cut into two pieces on the spot.

Slash the Silver Tiger King with one hit.

Toure's figure did not pause, he directly rushed into the beast group with his sword, exuding a cold murderous aura all over his body.

The beasts boiled, and for a time the basin was detonated.

"I'm going to kill you today!"

Toure leaped to his feet, sword in his hand, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, laughing at the beasts.

"Sword armament!"

As the words spoke, the great sword in his hand began to change.

The silver light of the greatsword shone brightly, and the runes began to extend.

Knort! Knort!

Countless mechanical blades expanded, the great sword runes shone, and the style suddenly changed, and at the same time, the silver light extended to cover Toure's entire body in an instant.

Silver light fell.

Toure's scholar's robes vanished, replaced by silver-white plate armor, heavy and mechanical.

"Kill!"

Possessed by armor, Toure let out a low snort, and the mechanical greatsword glowed with a full silver-white light, and rushed directly into the herd.

A long howl.

An eagle eagle made of metal was born, and with a long roar, it turned into a golden light and blasted towards Toure, like a golden lightning, with a terrifying sound.

A roar.

A demon bear the size of a small mountain crushed it, roared, and the earth began to shake, and it slammed the ground, and countless stone pillars rose into the sky, stabbing at Toure.

The giant bear roars, the golden eagle roars, and the beasts come......

Undeterred, Toure burst out laughing.

The big sword in his hand flashed with silver light, and he turned into a thunderbolt and fell straight into the herd.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, silver light splashed everywhere, piercing through countless demonic beasts, and at the same time, on the big sword in Toure's hand, a silver-level demon core quietly turned into powder.

Obviously, Toure used a skill as soon as he came up, and in an instant, he calmly rushed into the herd.

Boom! Boom!

Immediately, a loud bang sounded in the basin from time to time, and the silver light shone from time to time, looking extremely holy, and countless demonic beasts came forward one after another.

A giant rhino full of thunder, rampage, thunder...

The flames were entangled, and the extraordinary nightmare horse also raised its hooves and trampled on...

The giant python hissed, and the python dozens of meters long crushed all the way to the boulder, and also twisted here...

......

In this basin, countless terrifying demonic beasts in the Great Wilderness have appeared one after another and killed Toure.

Toure slashed all the way, killing a beast with a sword, killing a king, catching up with the overwhelming beast tide, calm and calm, the thin figure firmly killed into the basin, as if a person was fighting against thousands of troops, and killed a way.