Kuha was fascinated by his inexplicable instincts when the castle began to make noise. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he followed Odrew and they walked past the window and then walked straight in the direction of the hall, he walked calmly, like a trained soldier. Therefore, some of the black-armored soldiers scattered along the road did not suspect him, and let him walk safely to a place two hundred steps away from the hall.

"Stop, which unit do you belong to?" a group of soldiers stopped him, and now that the soldiers in the castle were all acting in a team, he finally aroused suspicion.

Kuha didn't say a word, and walked straight towards his destination as he was used to, an impudent act that immediately alerted the soldiers of the Bandit Army, and they all drew their weapons.

"If you don't answer again, we'll do it!"

Kuha made the first move, he pulled the Fal Easton two-handed sword behind him with one hand, and with a wave of one hand, the broken sword that blocked him fell to the ground.

"Intruder!" the captain sounded his siren. A group of soldiers surrounded him, listening to the sounds, and people were approaching here.

The silver-haired elf still walked towards the hall with his sword, and the soldier who was close to him immediately struck, but he just tilted his head slightly, and the two-handed sword pulled a large arc from the bottom to the top, and the soldier broke his weapon in two.

"Ahh

Enraged by the death of his companions, the soldiers drew their weapons one after another and slashed at him, strange to say, Kuha had the same standard weapons in his hands, but his sword swing could cut off the opponent's weapons and bodies, and he did not suffer any damage.

The silver-haired elf's sword moves were not elegant—at least not much less ornamental than Odru's stabs. If you talk about the degree of strength, I'm afraid it's worse than Musang's excellence. His sword style is a combination of straight and arc, and it seems to be unhurried, but it is incredibly powerful and fast, and at least one hapless soldier is split in half with a single swing of the sword.

Soon, the corpses and blood of the soldiers of the Heavenly Bandit Army were smeared all over this corridor, and broken limbs and internal organs were everywhere, many of them were cut off with their armor and bodies, and the cut in the broken part of the armor was smooth, as if it had been carefully measured.

"This guy is a master, release arrows!" The captain in charge of the command realized that something was wrong after paying for the lives of more than a dozen soldiers, and hurriedly changed the order, "Go and inform the general's personal army!"

The soldiers surrounding the silver-haired elf retreated one after another, and those who retreated slowly inevitably suffered the fate of being cut in two, and one guy who moved a beat slower even chopped the silver-haired elf together with the wooden columns. The cloister roof lost the support of a pillar fell a lot of dust.

As soon as the soldiers had retreated some distance, their bow-wielding companions in the back put down their arrows, and the silver-haired elf swung his two-handed sword a few times, firing several arrows, one of which was shot straight at his face, and he raised his sword, and the arrow was cut in half by the sword, and separated from each other.

"Shoot the arrows!" the captain ordered the soldiers to fire a second salvo. Before they could pull up the bow in their hands, a dull low shout sounded behind them: "Thunder Light Sword!"

How do you describe this sudden attack? Arcs of light burst out of the darkness from one end to the other with a click. The soldiers with the bow felt as if their bodies had been torn apart by something, and before the paralyzing sensation could reach their fingertips, death had already left them unconscious.

The captain was the last to breathe, his right hand clutching the wound in his chest, but no amount of concealment he could prevent the blood from pouring out from there. looked at the black-clothed and purple-eyed stranger in front of him with frightened eyes. He opened his mouth, but the word "demon" could not be shouted.

"What are you doing here, silver-haired monsters, aren't those boys with you?"

It was the accent of that night.

It's the taste of that red-haired teenager named Odrew.

...... It's that feeling again......

...... It was like the sound of a harp coming from among the clouds in the sky......

The silver-haired elf shook his head, rushed away the illusion in his heart, and asked, "Red-haired monster, why are you still here?"

"I have just secretly escorted General Zatt and their carriage out of town, and now I have come back to see the boys. ”

"They went in the other direction. ”

"Oh, let's go then. Oh, you're so cruel!" the purple-eyed man in black shook his head as he looked at the scattered corpses all over the place.

The silver-haired elf said lightly: "It's also murder, and the dead don't need to be too good-looking." ”

As the two spoke, another group of soldiers arrived.

"Demons!" the captain in front was shocked when he saw the purple-eyed man in black, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the floor to see seven corpses with the smell of burning, as well as blood and broken limbs all over the floor. The silver-haired elf standing in the hallway carried a two-handed sword that was dripping blood, and the blade was smeared with blood and the juice of various internal organs so that the color of the original blade was barely visible.

"Twenty-third Squad...... Destroy the ......" The captain reported the identity of the victim on the ground in a trembling voice, and he held his two-handed sword to his chest, his eyes firmly fixed on the two demonic people in front of him. The soldiers behind him were all well-trained to pick up their weapons, and there were soldiers everywhere rushing over.

"It's a problem. With a flick of the purple-eyed black-clothed man's little finger, the Mithril short sword that he was originally holding in his right hand changed from a forehand to a backhand, and his left hand was on the blade studded with various colored gems. He counted the number of people in front of him and whispered to Reed, "Half of you, half of me, no problem, right?"

The silver-haired elf coughed and stretched out his hand to push him out of the corridor, and before the soldiers could react, he had already cut off one wooden pillar with his backhand sword, kicked the other one, and escaped out of the corridor with his own reaction.

The Tanthus-style wood-and-stone cloister collapsed instantly, and the marble slabs worth nine livres of silver were turned into murderous weapons. smashed the soldiers inside to the point that their heads were bleeding, and those who were lucky enough not to die were lying in the rubble and humming, no matter how you look at it, they have no combat effectiveness.

"It's all done, fifteen. The silver-haired elf said.

The purple-eyed man in black gave him a thumbs up and said, "Yours - even though you cheat." ”

The silver-haired elf shook the stain from the blade and turned back to continue walking down the hall. The purple-eyed man in black said strangely: "Silver-haired monster, where are you going?

The silver-haired elf didn't speak, he was already standing in the door of the brightly lit hall.

"Oops! I've met an unreasonable madman!" the purple-eyed man in black stomped his foot, and the man appeared beside the silver-haired elf at a gallop, following his gaze into the hall.

The red carpet on the floor of the main hall had long since been removed, revealing a large dark red pattern, with a delicate redbud flower painted in the center. In terms of painting alone, the beauty of this flower is comparable to that of any famous painting of the Rodel dynasty.

The purple-eyed man looked at Reed sideways, and the silver-haired elf tilted his head, not knowing what he was thinking. There were shouts behind him, torches swayed, and several arrows were already whizzing.

"Let's go!" the purple-eyed man pulled a handful of silver-haired elves, and several arrows shot at the door frame, trembling.

"Where are you going?" the silver-haired elf's flurry looked a little strange, and her olive-colored eyes became misty.

"Don't make yourself like a philosopher!Get out of here first!Follow me!" The purple-eyed man flicked his short sword and shouted, "Miscellaneous fish, go away!"

Another arc of light, and when the light of Thorgod Adad flashed from one end to the other, several more corpses fell slowly with bloody arrows splattered on their necks and hearts, and they still exuded a scorched smell. The flowing light in the purple eyes of the man in black is like the meteor of the goddess of death in the dark night, bringing death wherever it falls.

"Demons!" someone shouted sharply when he saw his purple eyes, and the voice was particularly strange in the noisy night.

The purple-eyed man was fighting in and out of the crowd while shouting:

"Silver-haired monster, if you don't do it, we're all going to be finished here! ”

"Shut up, red-haired monster!" the light of reason returned to the silver-haired elf's eyes, his silver eyebrows raised, and his left fist struck a pillar off. The purple-eyed man knew that he was going to repeat his old trick as soon as he saw it, and his figure shot to the side of another pillar like a ghost, and the short sword stabbed and turned, cutting off the other pillar.

The centuries-old antiquities of Kerala collapsed and became the tombs of several soldiers, who, unlike the last time, escaped.

"It's a bit of a doorway," the purple-eyed black-clothed man stabbed several swords in one breath with a short sword of arc light, before he could solve all these fish that slipped through the net. Not far away, the sound of soldiers shouting and screaming could be heard again.

"Kill inexhaustible, let's go!" The purple-eyed man in black and Reed glanced at each other, and with the same swift flash, the two of them disappeared into the darkness that the lights could not shine.

The battle in front of the hall alarmed Rafal, who was patrolling the castle, and as he walked towards the place of right and wrong, he met a black-armored soldier running towards him.

"Report!" the soldier said, gasping for breath.

"Say!" Mu Sang Zhuo did not stop his steps, so the soldier had to follow behind breathlessly while reporting:

"In front of the hall, the 23rd and 31st squads are all wiped out!

"What?!" Mu Sang Zhuo slowed down in surprise and asked, "How many enemies are there?"

“...... Two!"

When His Excellency heard this, he immediately ordered the soldier to gather the nearby soldiers, and he himself carried the great axe in his hand and ran quickly. When he reached the front of the hall, he saw only two collapsed corridors and a few wounded soldiers trying to save their comrades under the rubble.

"Ahh Since the war, there has never been a person who has come to the door to make it look like this.

"What about the enemy?" the general asked, and a soldier pointed in a direction with one of his still able-bodied arms, and Mu Sang Zhuo immediately walked away without looking back.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, the enemy is very powerful, please gather the personal guards and go with you!"

The Great General is gone.

Audru and Aeoman used their agility and scattered weeds to venture through the crowded castle, and on several occasions they were almost discovered by the Bandit soldiers, Aoman was sweating through heavy armor, his heart had never been so tense as it was today, and the handle of the heavy sword was unusually slippery. The fear of death is always scarier than death itself.

It's also strange to say, there was a commotion outside, and Essares' small building and the pond in front of it were calm, as if the worldly things had nothing to do with it.

The two young men hiding in the grass were just about to take advantage of the rare silence to sneak to the city wall, when a blue-haired man in golden helmet and armor ran from the corridor at the other end. He carried a thin sword in his hand. As he ran, he shouted loudly: "Master, Master Esares, there is an intruder, come out quickly, let's go and help General Musang Zhuo together!"

As the saying goes, "Drink the water of hell rather than knock on the mage's door." The blue-haired man apparently didn't know this old Middlefield proverb, and he pushed open the door of the small building, and broke in, and in a short time, the two people outside heard a scream.

"Ah, the curse of Kaos, Master Essares, have you raised spiders, those damn silks are wrapping around me!"

"Shut up! I'm at the critical juncture of the experiment now!" came the mage's majestic shout from the second floor, "Koloa, you go and let that idiot go!"

The poor mage, who had been reduced to an experimental assistant, agreed. Aeoman tugged at Odru and motioned for him to leave the strange place together.

The two young men crept to a hut under the city wall on the other side of the building, far from the small building, where the soldiers' torches lit up the vicinity as bright as day, and even an ant crawling over the city wall would be seen clearly.

What to do?

Odru and Aeman looked at each other, the walls were five or six men high, and with their strength, it was almost impossible not to alarm the soldiers on the walls to cross over. If you force a hole in the city wall, you will undoubtedly be shot into a hedgehog by nearby soldiers.

"Do you have a rope?" Audru asked unconsciously nonsense, he knew that Aoman didn't have a rope, and even if he did, he would be looking for death to touch it like this.

Aeoman shook his head, and the soldiers above him suddenly made a noise, and for a moment the bowstring trembled and the sound of feathered arrows breaking through the air.

No, they're attacking from afar!

Odrew followed the trajectory of the feathered arrows and saw the silver-haired elf who had sheltered him in prison, swinging his two-handed sword in circles, and the feathered arrows that were shot at him could not help but bounce away.

He had no intention of running away, nor did he mean to hide in the hut behind him.

What was he doing?, as the boy was confused, Aeoman pointed him in the direction of a man in black in the corner of the wall that was hooking the wall with a hook.

The man in black pulled his hands on the rope a few times, and the man reached the city wall, and for a moment the arc of light was great, and the smell of burnt flesh and skin flew down with the screams of the soldiers.

"Demons!" the soldiers on the walls screamed in fear.

"Go help him!" Aoman ran out of his hiding place, a gust of wind blowing around him, and Odrew had already run ahead of him.

With ropes, going up the walls was a simple matter for them. At this time, there were many fewer feathered arrows shooting at the silver-haired elf, and he began to run towards the city wall.

Odru climbed the wall with a somersault, and before his foot hit the ground, his right hand touched the short sword on his back. At this time, his father was passing through the four soldiers with a dazzling arc of lightning, and with this single move, he knew that many of his father's previous words were not boasting.

"Good come, boys!Come and help!" The man in black was overjoyed when he saw Aoman who had turned up, and there were so many soldiers of the Wangtian Bandit Army, they were all good soldiers who were not afraid of death.

"Dad, so you ......"

"I'll talk about it later! Don't you see that I'm busy!"

Odru forced down many questions in his mind, roared, and his figure pierced the soldiers like a sharp arrow like a man in black. Aoman has a heavy sword in one hand, a light chopping wheel in the other, and a close and far slash.

"Do you hear the ringing in your ears?" said the black man in his busy schedule.

"Yes...... It seems to be the sound of a harp from heaven. Odiru stabbed a black-armored soldier, the dagger just pulled out of the unarmored part of his throat.

"Imagine him as your power, on the tip of your sword!"

The boy did as he was told, and his next sword made a crimson trail in the night, hissing and igniting the air.

Flutter!

The sword pierced into the chest of a Celestial Bandit soldier, and he felt a big opening in his chest that could vent everything, and his limp lying body died as it sprayed life.

"Two demons!" shouted the Celestial Bandit soldiers on the other side, who surrounded them with crosses on their chests.

Crimson Sword!, just like my father!" said the man in black. At this time, the silver-haired elf popped up half of its head on the city wall.

He looked at the team of Heavenly Bandit Army soldiers blocking the road in front of him, the citrine on the Mithril short sword in his hand flashed, and shouted, "Crimson Sword, Crimson Cloud Surprise Attack!"

At that moment, the soldiers' eyes were dazzling, and they couldn't catch the figure of the man in black. By the time the eyes could see things again, half of the walls had been illuminated by the white thunder as if it were day, and some people could still hear the sound of thunder and lightning burning their flesh that would chill their hearts, and most of them lost their lives when their eyes were white.

The silver-haired elf took the opportunity to leap onto the wall, and with a flick of his left hand, he pulled the rope up.

"Let's go!" the blacksmith shop owner took the rope from the silver-haired elf's hand and tied it to the wall three times and twice, and hung down from the other end, signaling the two young men to hurry down.

At this time, Odrew had just withdrawn his sword from the throat of a soldier, and the blood that spurted from the soldier's neck attached to the sword and burned incessantly, and the boy swung it several times without extinguishing it.

"Stop!" shouted from within the city, and everyone felt their eardrums rattle for a long time, and their minds were dizzy. When I looked back, I saw a person chasing after him like the wind with a giant axe the size of a door panel, and it was the furious General Musang Zhuo.

The man in black was willing to urge Odru to go down, and then to Aoman, and when it was the silver-haired elf's turn, it was the silver-haired elf who pushed him.

The silver-haired elf was the last to descend to the ground, and when his feet touched the ground, he bent over and coughed loudly. The soldiers who rushed to the nearby wall began to fire their crossbow arrows again, but with Ioman and Odru guarding them, none of the sparse crossbow arrows could reach him.

"It's like you're on battle!" said Aeoman as a heavy crash was heard from the other side of the wall, and dust was falling from the wall.

They couldn't see that Mu Sang Zhuo was smashing the city wall with an axe on the other side, and when the brave general saw that there was no way up the wall, he used his axe to open one for himself. The antique stone wall that had gone through an unknown number of years was smashed out of one pit after another by the general, and he used the pit below as a stepping foot to open a few more on it.

Even so, when he reached the city wall, he could only see the backs of the intruders after crossing the moat.

"Stop!"

The soldiers who came after the city walls had never seen their great general so angry. The fiery red hair on his head exploded, and a pair of shiny silver eyes flew with murderous and hateful, and he slipped down the rope left by these intruders without thinking about it.

"Your Excellency, don't go, it's dangerous!" the soldiers were calling him, these invaders were terrifyingly strong, and there were demons among them!

"What are you kidding!" Mu Sang thought in his mind, he, the first general of the Divine Heavenly Saint Empire, had let people come to the door to rob people, and he didn't even know who the enemy was!

So he ran faster and faster, even though he knew it was dangerous. Death is no such thing as a deterrent to Rafal.

Four fled, one chased, and they soon left the Castle of Dawn behind and came to a densely packed residential area with buildings of varying heights.

The man in black secretly cursed in his belly that Mu Sang Zhuo was a monster, and after holding such a big ax and running so fast, he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Break up!"

Aeoman knew what the man in black meant, and he pulled Raodru, and the two young men ran in the other direction, and the man in black and the silver-haired elf ran to the other side.

Mu Sang Zhuo became even more popular, and he decided that he must catch this guy who looked like a leader, and he abandoned the two young men and chased after the black-clothed man and the silver-haired elf.

The man in black thought to himself, he was running fast, and it would not be a problem to escape. However, the silver-haired monster behind him seemed to be running slower.

At the next fork in the road, the Men in Black and the silver-haired elf parted. When Mu Sang Zhuo chased there, he didn't hesitate for a moment, and chased straight down the alley of the silver-haired elf.

"It's not good!" Although the man in black and the silver-haired elf had only met a few times, he always had an indescribable feeling of falling in love, and he suddenly cared a little about this stranger.

By this time, the barracks in the city were already lively, and there were soldiers with torches running around the main road, and the alleys were still dark for the time being.

The man in black had a thought, and he returned to the wall, following the path that the torch could not illuminate in the direction where Reed had fled.

The silver-haired elf - Reed did run slower and slower, and because he was unfamiliar with the terrain of Dawn City, he ran to a dead end after seven turns and eight turns, with a high wall in front of him, and no way forward, and pursuers behind him.

"Look where you're going!" Mu Sang approached as he resisted the giant axe. The silver-haired elf stroked his chest, coughed a few times, and raised his two-handed sword.

"Very good!" Mu Sang Zhuo saw that the caged rat still looked like he wanted to struggle, and he was so murderous that he didn't care about anything alive for a long time. With a wave of both hands, the giant axe slashed down.

If you had to add an adjective to this axe, "landslide" would probably be the closest thing to it.

Black iron mixed with strong winds and terrible deaths roared. The silver-haired elf's garments were whipped with the sound of hunting, and he was able to avoid the axe, his body tossed by the shock wave of the great axe as it plunged into the ground, the earth cracking beneath his feet, and the wind howling in his ears.

Mu Sang's remarkable giant axe slammed into the ground, and the iron chain of the axe handle was thrown up along the momentum of the slash, rolling towards the body in mid-air, and many people were turned into corpses and meat sauce under the general's sharp combination technique.

To Mu Sang's surprise, this guy in front of him actually stretched out his two-handed sword and slashed at his chain, according to common sense, the fate of this weapon was either broken or out of his hand. However, instead of dying like the others, Reed's weapon deftly rolled and flipped out of the chain around the sword, and his body slid to the side with the force of the slash.

"Very good!" repeated the general. With a lift of his right hand, he pulled out the axe on the ground, and with his left hand, he grabbed the chain and pressed it on the handle of the axe, and the whole axe swept to the left, and the power was still extremely strong.

The area in the alley was narrow, and the silver-haired elf was just able to avoid the general's fierce two blows, and there was nowhere to hide this time.

The clash of gold and iron sounded only for a moment before it was muted, replaced by a heavy thud - the general's axe made a big hole in the wall. The inhabitants of the house screamed, but he didn't dare to scream, but the sudden masonry broke his ribs and crushed him to the point where he couldn't move. In these years, sleeping in bed also has bad luck that cannot be avoided.

Dangdang...... Dangdangdang......

In the distance, the sound of a half-cut metal object hitting the ground could be heard. Reed held the other half, using it as a crutch to support his body. He gasped, and after a few heart-rending coughs, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah, you're sick......," Rafal knew he had missed with his axe. The skilled warrior anticipated the fate of his own weapon when he slashed the axe with his two-handed sword, and ducked some distance backwards in advance.

"When you're in good health, you might be able to make a fair deal with me, but now you can't help it! If you don't surrender, you'll die!" Mu Sang shook the chain on his axe, and strode towards the man who was coughing up blood on his knees.

Dangerous!

The instinct that had saved Mu Sang Zhuo from the brink of death for the umpteenth time helped him again, and he turned sideways, and a short sword with arc light swept past him. Cut through the general's uniform behind his back.

The man in black didn't turn around after receiving the invitation, and helped himself up with the silver-haired elf, who coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood before fainting.

"Admirable friendship!Only now, you can't run away tonight!" Mu Sang Zhuo wrapped the iron chain around the handle of the axe and solemnly pronounced the sentence.

"Not necessarily!" the man in black smiled, as if he didn't care that he sold his back to the other party, "It's hard to say who wins and who loses one-on-one." ”

The general couldn't help but be furious as he watched the man in black casually pick up the silver-haired elf's figure, and he took a step towards the madman.

Five or six steps away from him, Mu Sang Zhuo suddenly stopped, his axe fell to the ground with a clatter, and the muscles from his back to his chest instantly lost their strength, sore and numb.