Crouching Tiger's Lair. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The decisive battle in the hall continues, intensifying.

Screams and screams hit people's eardrums like a piece of death.

Blood obscured people's vision, the shadow of war obscured reason, and people forgot fear and death.

The robbers followed one another, charging like madness. And deep within them, a voice bewitched them.

Kill Albert, kill all of them, only by killing Albert can they be freed, and the inner voice of the robbers grows stronger and stronger, driving them.

However, dedication does not necessarily pay off. In the shadow of swords and swords, more and more robbers fell, and corpses piled up. However, the results have been minimal. To this day, no one on Albert's side has been killed, and only three have suffered some minor injuries.

Of course, it's not all for nothing.

As the robbers had assumed, the vast majority of Albert's side had lost their ability to fight due to exhaustion.

Until now, only Albert and Shadow are still in combat, one of them has the most physical strength of the red dragon bloodline, and the other is a tireless puppet. Even the ogre, with the body of a beast, was no longer able to wield a mace. Even the elves, who had been blessed by nature and had long physical strength and vitality, were unable to fight anymore due to excessive use of their eyes, and retreated to the side to rest with the others.

Albert didn't care about all this.

Shadow didn't care, how could an immortal puppet be afraid.

Bandits can't compare to the elite soldiers of the Storm Arena, both in terms of coordination and combat skills.

Albert and the image are harvesting life like wheat, and the number of robbers has plummeted to five hundred, and the number is still decreasing.

The short sword and the dragon's claw alternately poked out, as fast as lightning, and the five charging robbers fell to the ground and died. Albert stared at the group of robbers who rushed again, and felt the three bottles of high-grade mana recovery potions in his pocket. This was given to him by Kyle, and each bottle was worth fifty gold coins, which could restore 300 points of mana to magicians below the royal rank, not including the royal rank.

Before the change, Albert must have been reluctant to drink.

But now he's different, he's a rich man with a fountain of magic.

These three bottles of high-grade mana recovery potions were made from the magic fountain he gave Kyle.

Albert took out two bottles of potion and poured them down. In an instant, the little mana left was restored to its full value.

The blade in the bandit's hand was already within reach, and Albert tore apart several bandits in front of him with a wave of his dragon claw, and then began to mobilize his breathing rate.

With each inhalation, a myriad of furious fire elementals poured into Albert's lungs. As more and more fire elementals were added, his chest erupted with a blazing red glow, becoming almost transparent, and even the flames could be seen flowing through his chest. At the same time, the dragon scales on his body also changed, the color changed from dark red to crimson, from crimson to blood red, from dull to shining, and from shining to brilliant.

Of course, all these changes are insulated by leather armor, and no one knows.

One could only feel the temperature in the hall plummeting, and the torches on the cave walls swaying, threatening to go out at any moment.

Suddenly, the hall was plunged into darkness. All the flames vanished, compressing in Albert's lungs and turning into a scorching dragon flame.

"Dragon Flame Breath!" The dragon's roar resounded through the hall, and the blazing dragon flame erupted from Albert's mouth, lighting up the entire hall and nearly doubling the temperature of the hall.

For a moment, people were sweating profusely, as if they were in a steamer.

But now no one cared about these inconsequential matters, or rather, the robbers fell into a temporary stupor.

However, it was this extremely brief moment of distraction and confusion that opened the door to death. In the process of spurting dragon flames, tongues of fire were released, like fire dragons with teeth and claws, and they engulfed dozens of people in an instant.

The robbers didn't even call for help, they were burned into nothingness, and there were no ashes left.

When Albert's magic was exhausted and the dragon flames dissipated, there were only three hundred robbers left in the hall, and a ravine melted by the flames.

Albert's campaign didn't end there, he poured the last bottle of magic potion and controlled the remaining dragon flames to spread in all directions, like a demon from hell, destroying everything.

At this time, the robbers finally reacted and fled out of the hall.

It's just a pity that it's already too late.

Shadow appeared at the door of the hall at some point, and he stretched out his hands, and the black air on them surged.

The dark elements continued to gather, twist and deform, and finally formed a slowly rotating black vortex, the dark seven-star magic - the 'Door of Death'.

Several robbers closed their eyes tightly, and they could only continue to run wildly, trying to break through this strange and oppressive black vortex. But it backfired, and the childish plan of the robbers did not succeed and disappeared into darkness forever.

Looking at this hellish scene, the robbers despaired.

The door of death at the doorway devours all intruders, not even the light.

And the dragon flames that burned nothing burned in the halls, and everything could be combusted, corpses, sand, and blood.

In a state of extreme despair, the madness and blood in the eyes of the robbers subsided, and they finally regained their sanity and composure, knelt on the ground, and chose to surrender.

However, Albert did not stop because of this, let alone stopped. These people are now sympathetic weakling, but in the eyes of the villagers who have been poisoned by them, these people are out-and-out demons.

He didn't want to be a savior, he just hated these bullies.

Whenever he saw these robbers, he would recall his childhood and the bastards who had broken his adoptive father's legs.

"Ahh

Wails filled the hall, and the robbers struggled in agony. They crawled towards Albert with difficulty, their eyes full of reluctance and hatred, and they tried to stretch out their deformed hands.

I don't know how long it was, but the wailing stopped.

Albert walked slowly, the ground charred and the blood evaporated.

A dozen of the surviving robbers looked at Albert and grunted, not knowing what they were talking about.

"No one can survive. Albert understood the shape of the other's mouth and picked up a long sword that was hot red on the ground.

"The battle is over, don't go on. ”

Just as Albert's longsword stabbed down, a brown longbow pressed against the blade.

"Get out of the way, I paid you. Albert said coldly, looking at Catherine who appeared beside him.

"That wasn't enough for me to turn a blind eye to such cruelty. Catherine said calmly, her eyes firm, and she did not mean to back down.

"Cruel?" Albert smiled, "It's even more cruel, why don't you stop me?" he looked down at the dying robbers, "because you know they deserve it, yes, righteous elves." ”

"Yes, they deserve it. Catherine nodded, then shifted, "But they've been punished." ”

"I remember the last time I killed two bastards who killed my teacher, someone else said the same thing to me. Albert withdrew his sword and looked at Catherine, "That is a man worthy of respect, but despite this, I did not listen to him. As he spoke, he took advantage of Catherine's slack when his sword fell sharply, piercing the head of the robber at his feet.

"You!" Catherine's eyes widened, and she looked at Albert through gritted teeth.

"I'm a demon. Albert spread his hands and guessed what the other person was trying to say, "No, I'm not a demon, I just like to play by my own rules." ”

"Killing is your rule. Catherine said indifferently.

"No, cleaning up is my rule. Albert raised his arm, Yaoyao fingering, "Clean up these bastards who don't deserve to be alive." ”

"Damn, you madman, I shouldn't have helped you. Catherine stomped her foot and said angrily.

"But you've helped. Albert said lightly, "By the way, you can go now." He gestured please, "I'm going to have to kill the others next, you won't like that." He told her.

"No, I'm not leaving. Catherine said with a blank face, "I'm going to stay and stop you." ”

"You can't do that, I have a lot of friends, and of course, I used to think of you as a friend. But obviously, you're not. With that, Albert walked over to the other survivor.

"Since you regard me as a friend, you should listen to me. Catherine also seemed to realize that she couldn't stop it, and chose another way, "Don't forget, Albert, I also saved you, in the Black Tiger's lair." ”

"That's right. Albert nodded, slicing the sword around the survivor's neck, "Even though it was a deal, I'm grateful. ”

"Stop, please. Catherine's words softened a little.

"Sorry, but that's two different things. Albert shook his head, looking at the squirming survivors, trying to escape.

"Damn, do you want to try your sword is fast, or my bow and arrow are fast?" Catherine suddenly reverted to her apathy, as if because the plan had failed to succeed. Yes, she didn't see Albert as a friend, she might have been, but she never will.

"Shadow, stop her. Albert said lightly, swinging his sword and cutting off the survivor's head.