Section 5: Mortal Enemy Fight to the Death (I)

Before going out, Master Ingmar specially made up a lesson for everyone, and Townsend rarely listened carefully, so he now knew a little about his sworn enemy. This is not modest, it is really only a little, Ingmar took out the original intelligence, and the cover also stated "the highest level of secrecy", which means that unless you are about to set foot in the Black Plains battle formation, no matter how high your level is, don't want to see it.

Everyone who was in high spirits opened the information and saw that there were only three pages including the preface, which was not only few, but also messy, with many missing omissions, not to mention key places.

Ingmar didn't mess with ghosts, nor did she perfunctory, because that's all the information the Psychic Guild had so far. Even if a powerful person came out, he would never be able to exceed ten pages of information on his mortal enemies held by the Firmament Council, the Radiant Church, and other forces—the impression of his mortal enemies was still vague and plausible.

Before the Holy War, sworn enemies still liked to pretend to be ghosts, but after the clarification, there was only fighting between humans and mortal enemies, and they fought on and off for thousands of years, and there was not even a half-time negotiation—the title of sworn enemy was really not wrong.

War needs intelligence.

For this, human beings can be said to have worked hard and exhausted.

In the early years, the Glorious Church often sent spies to lurk in the past, and as a result, they all became the snacks of their mortal enemies. Later, the Firmament Council arranged the position of "seduction officer" in the battle array, and its mission was to do everything possible to make the sworn enemies open their mouths, as long as they could be allowed to say a sentence and a half (dry roar is not counted), they could also get the last battle merit at the very least.

As a result, the human side has even developed several special types of full-time anomalous specialists, whose specialties are frontal seduction, side observation, and post-mortem analysis. Therefore, there is not much information on the existing mortal enemy, but every word in the intelligence, whether true or false, is exchanged for human life!

Because of the sacrifices of his predecessors, Townsend was able to predict the mortal enemy in front of him - it was a miscellaneous soldier on guard.

Townsend did not know that its official title should be "Wilderness Whistle" with the suffix "so-and-so".

"Wild" is the lowest-grade strength, "wild" is the lowest-grade family background, and the last "whistle" shows that it is an official sentinel. In the class level of the sworn enemy, only the second-to-last "real" rank is ignored. If its status is lower, then it is called "Wilderness Sentinel", and vice versa, it is Wilderness Sentinel, Sentinel Captain, and even Sentinel King.

They stole a few tricks from humans, cut them out, and then pinched them into a piece and used them.

Mortal enemies have this kind of confusing method, and it is difficult for humans to identify their level, and the profession is okay, and it can be evaluated by the location of the equipment, etc., but the level can only be guessed - the most popular series at the moment is "waste, okay, great, so powerful". It's a little rougher, but humans aren't making family trees for them.

Combined with the information, Townsend judged that the watchdog in front of him was a small miscellaneous fish, which belonged to the consumables of the serious eight classics. The key is not how low its status is, but that Townsend is not sure of its strength, he has never fought before, and he has no intuitive concept.

However, the Calamity Sword in his hand performed well, and the consciousness in the hilt of the sword was dismissive of this miscellaneous fish. Just passing the function of the longsword to Townsend's mind, there are some things that are easy to understand - it is a high-end ability item, and every time you refine it, you can choose three abilities to solidify into it, and you don't need to prepare for battle, just use the longsword stance and consciousness to trigger it together.

In addition, the information Townsend is difficult to understand, and it seems that the catastrophe has + passion in other forms, and there is also a permanently solidified ability. All in all, he earned it this time, and if Ingmar knew this, wouldn't he be so distressed that he would beat his feet?

Townsend originally wanted to use this battle to test his recent progress, but because of the catastrophe, the anxiety in his heart completely dissipated, and his confidence was greatly increased, and he put the intention of seeking a new ability combat method in the first place.

If you fail to achieve a breakthrough after half a month of hard training, then use your mortal enemy to sharpen yourself!

But he doesn't underestimate consumables, and this thing is strong if it is used well. For example, let the consumables lie at the entrance of the village as a target, and another elite lurks on the side, taking advantage of the chaos of the scene...... Bad life for good life, this kind of cheap trick is very effective.

He knows this point of the sworn enemy clearly, because Townsend has been the target several times - the Red Sè Empire of that year, you can't take advantage of it without a background, but everyone has a share in the matter of sending them to death, and it is you when it is your turn. The gold medal idler is natural bait, and the public enemy is close behind, and the gold medal semi-idler like Townsend ranks third. Townsend was upset, but who told him that he couldn't beat his old man?

The ending of the yain is very embarrassing, when the target is in danger, he will die in his lair and die. Because he hummed at the radio: "Other people's lives are framed with gold and silver, and Ruan's lives are worthless......" The old man is from Shu, he only understands Shu sound, and at first he thought that the little bastard was not afraid of death, so he was overjoyed, and he was blown up directly after being ordered by the secretary, so naturally he didn't have his good fruit to eat.

The grievances of the past have now become wealth, and it is difficult for Townsend to make a tactical mistake now.

He stopped outside the village.

The passage in the small village is narrow, but the scale of his astrolabe is much larger, the number of alien energy points is almost three hundred, and the diameter is more than fifteen meters when fully expanded, which is almost three times the size of the channel. Although it is never a problem for foreign energy to penetrate the walls of the house, if he really does this, Townsend is a little embarrassed - no matter how he says it, it is his own family's thing, and he should not suffer this grievance.

Townsend shrunk and shrunk the area of the astrolabe, and more than two hundred alien energy points continued to get closer and closer, and the diameter was compressed to three meters, and the alien energy points were already crowded together, but they were tightly separated by the control channel, and there was no chaos at all.

Townsend gritted his teeth and worked hard, compressing the space by another twenty centimeters, and the alien energy point had already trembled slightly, to the limit!

Townsend is always unintentionally increasing his ability, and compressing the alien energy array is the direction of the efforts of the fifth-level and above alien masters, which belongs to a new beginning. However, few guild adepts seek breakthroughs in a real combat environment, because the mentor will arrange a safe environment, but the effect is much worse.

After feeling that it was about the same, Townsend raised his left arm flat.

His fingers flexed and extended, signaling his companion to enter from the side—Pfister immediately adjusted his direction, and when he glanced hastily before leaving the path, he noticed that Townshend's posture had changed.

Townsend finally stood up straight, serious and serious!

The catastrophe was in front of Xiong, the tip of the sword was slightly lowered, and then the left hand took out the bulging leather bag, the thumb was pinched, and the wooden stopper was stopped.

O" flew into the sky - the sworn enemy at the entrance of the village heard the sound and immediately turned his head, but he did not lean forward as before.

Its body seemed to be pressed by a 10,000-pound boulder, and it could only rub it up little by little and with great difficulty. Even if the body is rusty, it's hard to even turn your eyes!

This silent ability is Townsend's new trick called "Deterrence". He's recently learned a lot of new abilities, and he's created a lot of derivative abilities, which have a low level of deterrence and low energy consumption, but the actual effect is comparable to level 5: within 100 meters, any opponent who is in Townsend's sight is like being locked by a natural enemy, and they will lose their mind, mishandle, and lose their position.

The catastrophe in Townsend's hand was finally over, and the sword body groaned softly, as if celebrating the meeting of the master.

"You only have two ways in the future, one is to cut the grass and trees, and the other is to kill the enemy, all determined by your performance today!" Townsend suppressed the sworn enemy at the entrance of the village, but his eyes were on the catastrophe: "If you really disappoint me, you will only have to cut the pig food in the future." ”

The body of the calamity sword trembled, and the meaning was unknown.

"That's all there is to say—how can there be no wine before the battle?!" as soon as Townsend's voice fell, the wine in the leather bag was poured down.

In the morning light, the bright red liquid shattered and splashed behind the sword, hearty and fragrant.

The wine sticks to the sword body and goes down with the trend, washing away the past that is unbearable to look back on, and also washing out the original blade and spirit of the long sword. The catastrophe was even more hideous, revealing a heaviness in the black and dark, and a trace of agility flashed between the ice blue. The sword gradually heated up, the hot wine juice rose into a white mist, and the fragrance of the wine became more and more intense.

A yellow leaf floated out of Townsend's shoulder, and another withered leaf floated out, slowly slipping down, straight forward, circling and circling, and shuttling back and forth from the wine—full of tricks and thoughtfulness, a combination of elf and trickster.

The sworn enemy suppressed by Townsend, it finally turned its gaze with great difficulty.

Its pupils reflected the path, the juice splattering all over the ground—a vacant gaze traced upwards to see the soft sweet juice flowing down the blood tank, and the bright red flowers blooming along the metal.

Finally, a black-haired human with a face as cold as iron was reflected in his pupils. That's right, it's a human, he's pouring wine and washing his sword!

When the eyes of the mortal enemy flashed, they were about to grin and warn.

Townwend's wrist shook, the catastrophe trembled sharply, and thousands of crystal wines flew away from the sword body, instantly frozen into beads, and swept over the distance of more than 100 steps, reaching the eyes of the mortal enemy!

Before the enemy could make a sound, thousands of bright red pearls pierced its body and burst open at the same time!

"Poof!" The clothes of the sworn enemy on both sides of the body were turned into pieces of sackcloth with holes, and the skin and flesh on the back were beaten to minced meat, but not a drop of blood splattered, because its entire body was frozen into ice by the low temperature carried by the liquor!

The impact was so strong that the entire block of ice flew backwards.

As soon as the toes left the ground, they heard the sound of "Whew!", and countless blue flames erupted from the holes in the body!

This cycle of cold and warmth was really fatal, and the mortal enemy immediately burned the dark blue flames, and also allowed Townsend to see the inside of the body - it had no human skeleton, and the things inside were not so much internal organs as tangled grass balls, colorful and myriad.

This is one of the characteristics of the sworn enemy, and the Black Plains Hunting Manual specifically points out that killing the enemy must be thorough, crushed into powder to be safe, although it can be burned to ashes - in less than half a breath, the body of the sworn enemy is burned by the raging flames to the border, and slowly falls to the ground.

Townsend's seemingly slow pace also crossed the bait that was turning into dust. He tilted his head slightly, leaned forward slightly, but lowered his center of gravity. Those inconspicuous dead leaves move with him, but they do not arouse suspicion - the wind is rising, fluttering gracefully, and perhaps only the real leaves know that there is something wrong with them.

It was undoubtedly humiliating for the bait to be swallowed, and a shrill hiss rang out in front of Townsend.

The last drop of sweet wine juice also dripped from the tip of the sword of calamity.

From the scorching grass ash that Townsend had just crossed, two gray shadows sprang upward, their hollow eyes were terrifying, but before they could lock on to this arrogant human, the catastrophe in his hand turned into a golden rainbow and slashed around his body!

The sharp tip of the sword cut a brilliant golden light, forming a regular circle.

At the moment when the end of the end touched, the golden ring exploded like an igniting explosive, and the bright light that exploded rapidly expanded, impacting back and forth within a radius of 30 meters, encountering petrification and rotting, and crashing into ashes! Three houses and two courtyard walls were destroyed in a row, and none of the four mortal enemies lurking around the area escaped the net, and they were all squeezed into powder!

The screams of the sworn enemies came to an abrupt end, and there was even a little trembling at the end. It's shock, it's anger, it's unbelievable!

The strength of your bait is low, but it is not the belly of the fish that lurks underground, and the strength of this human being does not match the estimate.

It's a strange thing to meet the estimate, this golden mark is a regular optional ability, and the Calamity Sword is rampant in all directions and eats meat all year round, and most of the time it relies on this trick. Townsend wasn't level-up, but triggering the set's abilities wasn't a problem.

The majesty of this sword even frightened Townshend, he thought that he could only force back the mortal enemy, but he didn't expect the girls to melt into the circle immediately, and they didn't even run away - Townsend knew that if his strength improved, the power of this move would be even greater!

"People must have spirits and swords to be sharp!" Townsend smiled contemptuously on his face: "Hide, hide, hide!"

Townsend jumped up, jumped more than ten steps, his body was still in the air, and the catastrophe had been stabbed out flatly—the tip of the sword shook forward in a small golden circle, and the sharp light burst out again, but this time it shot straight out, poking directly at the big tree thirty meters away!

The thick trunk of the tree, as well as the sworn enemy hidden inside, were suddenly torn to pieces by the endless force.

"Bang!" Townsend, before he landed, the soles of his shoes were covered with dead leaves, so the slate he stepped on immediately sank half an inch. There was a wail from underground.

"Bang!" Townsend sneered with his sword, and the slate sank three inches more, and the wail was suddenly fierce and abruptly severed.

"Bang!" the slate sank half a foot further, and there was a slight sound of quicksand descending from the ground, and then silence returned—the calamity was duly in time, and the hole at Townsend's feet was in shambles, and the three lurking enemies were all blown to minced meat.

Townsend's evaluation of the dead leaf ball is rising, these little things, on weekdays, are cute and cute, and the fight is very violent!

Pfister, who came from the side, only saw this last scene, and the excitement on his face suddenly vanished, and he warned himself with a wry smile: Bet with Townsend? This kind of business can't be done in the future, and now it's one to one?

Townsend didn't have this leisure, starting from the bait he encountered three groups of mortal enemies, and their strength was on the rise, especially the three in the hole, the attempt of the dead leaf was a success, Townsend also felt that it was no problem, but he didn't expect that the three of them didn't die - the third one is not worth advocating, it is the anger of the dead leaves.

Towngson's hunch had always been very accurate, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he was not only not afraid, but also excited.

"The temple is small and the demon is windy, and the water is shallow. Townsend turned his eyes to look at Pfister with a wicked smile on his face: "Classmate, you have to be careful." ”。