The view turns to the outer cloister.

The blood was in disarray, the rubble hung the remains of several professionals, half of whom had already died under the greatsword.

“...”

Heavy and oppressive, the crowd stopped shouting and roaring, and still resisted stubbornly.

The cold light is staggered, blood is flying, and the rocks are bursting.

The scene on the side of the professionals is already difficult to describe in a tragic situation, and they do everything in their might, even to the point of paying for their lives, against the red-armored barbarians.

However, the death did not stop.

In the long darkness of the world, suffering has many colors.

It is the most emotionally colorful with human beings.

The resentment of the wronged, the meanness of the greedy, the bloodshed of the miserable.

At this moment, the suffering inflicted on these professionals is cruel blood. Again and again, he was whipped and whipped on the body, will, and soul of the professional, leaving a lot of scars.

Rumble!!!

The greatsword shattered the heads of two barbarians who had stubbornly resisted, and there were only five people left in the professional ranks.

Amber Merois, Zhu Lan, Senior, and a necromancer, a paladin.

"Why is this happening?"

I never thought it would be like this, Amber suppressed her angry screams, she repeatedly asked for help from the mysterious voice, but Shi Shenhai did not respond.

The living companions were smashed one after another, and Amber ran out of magic and couldn't shake the other.

She gritted her teeth, and the gold in her pupils faded with the color of pain.

Thunder, flames, frost, and even Westmar's tantric methods were powerless in the face of the disparity in strength.

"You've got to find a way to escape..."

Zhu Lan half-knelt to the side, sweat wet the ends of her hair, she endured the vomiting sensation of mana exhaustion, and exhaled with difficulty.

There weren't many people left in front of Amber.

Seniors gritted his teeth, glanced at the paladin and necromancer in front of him, and took a few steps back with a sinking face.

A few meters ahead, the red-armored barbarian stepped up the steps, getting closer and closer.

"White hot!"

"Let the light bless my blade!"

The paladin was silent, stubbornly wielding his broadsword, bravely facing the red-armored barbarian in front of him.

His back is very tragic.

Bite!!!

The broadsword he swung slashed at the body of the giant sword, leaving one strip like the hundreds of shallow marks on the door, and then it was bounced away by the surging force.

Boom.

A dull ring.

The cold gaze fell on the paladin's wide open door, and the hideous red left fist hammered straight out, smashing his chest down.

Before he could spurt out the hot blood that spurted up, the cold light that followed followed swept across his neck, and his vision immediately took off.

Thump.

The weak body collapsed and fell heavily to the ground.

"Bone armor."

The nearby necromancer's eyes widened, and he endured the pain of overdraft, once again condensing the bone armor.

The flying spirit of white bones surrounded his body, but before he could fix it, the shadow of the huge sword body covered him.

Rumble!!!

Once again, blood spilled under the stirring smoke, and the rich smell continued to irritate the nasal cavities of the three remaining professionals.

His gaze swept between Amber, Zhu Lan, and Senior, and finally stopped at Senior.

A trace of doubt flashed over his eyes under the terrifying red helmet.

The assassin in front of him had a strange aura, which seemed to be a power of another nature.

"Whew..."

Seniore let out a breath of turbidity, he had tried to cooperate with his companions and fight against the red-armored barbarians several times before, but he was stopped by Zhu Lan and the nearby professionals.

"If we can't stop the Fallen, you'll have to cover Amber Melova out of here."

That's what the professionals told him.

To be entrusted with such a task, it is only natural that Seniors is the most outstanding of these professionals.

This is also the reason why the gaze of the red-armored barbarian lingers on him for a moment.

Footsteps stopped.

"Ready to avenge your companions?"

As if demonstrating, the red-armored barbarian calmly pointed his greatsword at Senior, so that he could see the countless scratches on it.

Every scratch is a bloody slaughter.

Out of long-standing caution, the red-armored barbarian deliberately provoked Senior, preparing to let him strike first.

What a calm, terrifying, unflawed enemy.

"The knight wins."

As if chanting a spell, Senior's eyes widened, and golden lines erupted from his smooth forehead, like Amber's Westmar circle.

There seemed to be the sound of prayer all around.

An illusory figure appeared behind Senior, his eyes blurred with a layer of light.

“...”

Almost as soon as the golden veins appeared, several words popped into the mind of the red-armored barbarian.

He could see the essence of the golden veins at a glance.

Cathedral of Light Word Spell, Westmar Spell.

These two spells are very unique and in some ways superior to the skills of the Hradim system.

The strange Assassin professional in front of him had mastered these mysteries, which amazed the Red-Armored Barbarian.

However, the next moment of change was completely beyond the expectations of the red-armored barbarians.

“Hjknb。”

Some kind of speeding spell.

Senior's body swelled with light, and he glanced coldly at the red-armored barbarian, and his body jerked back, leaving a bright light, quickly climbing up to the gap in the gray wall on the left, and then vanished.

All in one go, without any mud and water.

Including the red-armored barbarians, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, Zhu Lan and Amber showed joy that could not be concealed.

For them, no matter what kind of professional they are, as long as they can escape here, they can report the situation.

Senior's move may have been selfish, but it was the right one.

"It was unexpected."

The tone was not annoyed, still calm.

The red-armored barbarian's face remained unchanged, he raised his chin, and the giant sword in his hand swung out suddenly, and the tip of the sword was towards Zhu Lan, who was paralyzed on the ground.

Her bright dark eyes dimmed considerably.

Fluttering, easily penetrating into her lower abdomen, blood gushing out, the latter pale, muffled grunt.

"You devil!"

"I curse you! Go to hell! Die! ”

Amber screamed angrily, and then looked at Zhu Lan with a dilated look in panic.

Her voice was no longer as graceful as before, and it had taken on a little tearing hoarseness.

Immediately, the red-armored barbarian turned the hilt of his sword and directly cut out a terrifying blood hole, and the blood gushed more and more, and the blood was abnormal.

Completely fatal trauma.

Zizi, blood dripping on the ground, bubbles.

The blood-stained greatsword was drawn back neatly, and the red-armored barbarian didn't look at it, but took it back behind his back.

He turned and walked away simply, the faint sound of his boot armor rubbing against the gravel was now crystal clear.

Strangely, he ignored Amber's presence.

The world was silent at this moment, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the ears, making people overwhelmed.

And that's the end of it?

“...”

Amber froze.

Uncontrollable anger washed over my heart.

There is the humiliation of the other party leaving his own life, and the grief and indignation of the death of his friend.

She hung her head, trying to keep her eyes open as she could, at the beautiful, familiar, but beginning to become strange face at her feet.

There was a cold feeling on his fingertips.

Grit your teeth, grit your teeth, grit your teeth.

Amber Moreis was forced to accept the facts.

The female mage who had been with her for a long time finally lost her strength, like a broken flower, and fell in a pool of blood.