In the Age of the Gods, the Northland ogres were the very few divine creatures that were still active on the Templar Continent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Northland ogre is more than three and a half meters tall when he becomes an adult, and he has infinite strength, thick skin, and super resilience.

Their innate resistant skin makes them immune to most elemental damage, and the longer they live, the bluer their complexion becomes, the stronger their strength and magic resistance become.

This is a race of intelligence, they can not only learn languages, cultivate fighting energy, but also occasionally awaken natural spells, and are powerful creatures at the same level as dragons.

This Northland ogre, judging by his height, should have just passed the juvenile stage, and his strength is roughly equivalent to that of the previous generation of second-turn martial artists, but there is no corresponding level.

To put it simply, under normal circumstances, it will definitely not be able to defeat a second-turn martial artist, but it is impossible for an ordinary second-turn martial artist to kill it, and no one can take anyone.

This thing looked a little stupid and cute, and as soon as he jumped out of the carriage, and even though both feet were stuck in the soft soil, he pulled his neck and yelled: "Grumpy and hungry!"

Wen Yuan was stunned, and several attackers here were even more frightened to death.

Although not everyone recognizes this fierce beast, but if you think about it, you can also know how it can be a simple character that can be used as a hole card.

The Grey Mist Assassin didn't say a word, but flashed to the side, and his figure instantly disappeared into the shadows.

"There's a big lizard over there, you go and kill it, we'll roast it later. Kaphora turned his head to speak to the violent temper, and without delay, he whipped into the shadows with a sneer on his lips.

"Are you leaving?Have you asked your aunt?!"

The long whip burning with demonic flames whistled towards the ground with great momentum, but it did not touch anything in kind - half of the long whip disappeared directly into the shadows, and I don't know where it went.

In the next moment, a muffled snort came from the void not far behind Caphora.

Then, the Grey Mist Assassin fell from mid-air, his entire left arm burning with demonic flames, and his robe burned to ashes, revealing his grayish arm.

Under the pressure of the gray mist on the assassin's body, the demonic flame was slowly extinguishing inch by inch.

At this speed alone, maybe in another 5 seconds, the Grey Mist Assassin would be able to get rid of the scorching flames.

However, Caphora has raised the whip again!

The Grey Mist Assassin rolled over to dodge, and when he saw that Cavlan's whip was in the shadows, he swiped it with his backhand without thinking.

Even in such an unfavorable situation, the short dagger still accurately slashed the tip of the whip, but it was still licked by the demonic flame on the whip, and it suffered a little bit of suffocation.

This is the supreme secret technique of the Moranda family, using the shadow as a channel, turning the fighting energy into a demonic flame, the Shadow Flow Demon Flame Whip that is all-encompassing and nothing is burning!

In this dim environment full of shadows, this kind of martial art can be called unsolvable at the same level.

The Gray Mist Assassin obviously didn't have a way to crack it, and he was hit three times in a row, and the demonic flames were already burning on his two arms and one left leg, and he was panting in pain and his pupils were constricted, but he still didn't say a word, holding the dagger tightly, waiting for the opportunity to move.

If not dumb, he's a tough guy.

Wen Yuan was giving this assassin a thumbs up in his heart, but he saw him suddenly turn around and turn his head to pounce on him!

At this time, the distance between the two was not far, and although the speed of the Gray Mist Assassin had dropped significantly, it would take less than a few seconds for him to attack Wen Yuan in close quarters.

Presumably, he also saw that Wen Yuan was by no means an ordinary character, and he jumped off the wall in a hurry, planning to take Wen Yuan as a hostage, and even if he wanted to fight to the death, he might not be able to change one.

Wen Yuan's first reaction was to stand up straight, clench his sword, face the Gray Mist Assassin head-on, and then glance at Caphora out of the corner of his eye.

thought that if she persisted for a while, she would be able to wait for rescue, but when she turned her head and left, she left a word far away.

"I've been practicing swords so diligently lately, I'll give you a chance to test it. He can't move his fighting spirit within 5 minutes, you can play with confidence. If you are bullied too badly, remember to shout out your beautiful sister......"

Wen Yuan was stunned for a moment, feeling that this witch still hates his coldness?!

Too careful...... What if you don't shout, beautiful sister? Do you dare to watch me die?

However, Wen Yuan also had a hint of joy and eagerness in his heart.

He hasn't slacked off these days, but he hasn't had the opportunity to practice with people anymore, and he has some itchy hands, this opponent is strong, but he is like a tiger with his teeth extracted, there is an empty shelf, and it can't be more suitable.

At this time, Wen Yuan's physical data had been increased to the level of strength 37, agility 39, physical strength 38, and spirit 35, crushing the guards of the Mingshen realm in all directions!

Onboarding is hard, why?

Because a turn is not only necessary to have a deep fighting spirit, but also has hidden requirements for the total attribute, that is, physical fitness.

However, Wen Yuan found through comparative calculations that the requirements for the total attributes of ordinary first-turn professions are only one hundred and thirty or forty!

Although Wen Yuan's physical enhancement has not yet been completed, he has already crossed this threshold.

In other words, purely in terms of physical fitness, there is a gap between Wen Yuan and the other party, but it will not be particularly big, but his state is just right, the opposite side is half-disabled, and he can fight completely!

With confidence in his heart, Wen Yuan didn't talk nonsense, adjusted his breathing, gathered his momentum, and slashed at the rushing gray mist assassin with a sword.

This sword has a new change from the beginning.

The speed of the sword is faster, and the trajectory is more and more erratic, obviously the most standard straight split, but in the eyes, it is winding like electricity, breaking through the air silently.

Even though the gray mist assassin was half-crippled, he was still so fierce, twisting and stride, his figure was like a ghostly phantom, floating to Wen Yuan's side with the blade of the sword, and stabbing him in the back with a backhand.

Wen Yuan is not the former Amon, taking advantage of the momentum to take a step forward, turning around and slashing, the sword is still silent, erratic, and the trajectory is difficult to find.

The assassin's eyes were like stagnant water, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, and he raised his right arm without hesitation, and used his forearm to slash at Wen Yuan's long sword!

Wen Yuan was startled, seeing him holding his wrist and holding the dagger upside down, the next scene instantly appeared in his mind-

A sword is solid but like a defeat, the long sword is contaminated with magic flames, and the opponent stabs with a backhand, either let go and abandon the sword, or he can't react and is pierced through the wrist!

Regardless of whether the other party has this plan or not, in short, you can't be led by the nose!

Just for a moment, the thought flashed, Wen Yuan withdrew and drew his sword, bypassed the assassin's arm, stabbed forward with a sword, and went straight to the assassin's throat.

The Gray Mist Assassin was also surprised, and hurriedly raised his left arm to protect his throat.

Wen Yuan flicked his wrist slightly, the assassin was still too seriously injured after all, and he was caught off guard by Wen Yuan's gentle and clever sword!

A sword pierced solid, but it felt like a defeated revolution, not to mention that there was no sense of penetration, and the long sword was bounced off.

The Grey Mist Assassin snorted, his head tilted back from the momentum, but there was only a trace of blood in the center of his eyebrows.

This is a warrior! Seriously wounded, but still unable to be injured by a sharp blade, it is terrifying!

Admiring in his heart, Wen Yuan's hand did not stop moving, and he slashed sideways with his backhand, heading straight to the crook of the assassin's leg.

One more sword!

Raised his sword and stabbed directly, feinting to attack the head, the assassin lowered his head and crossed his arms to protect his head and face, but Wen Yuan cut his legs again!

In just one second, the big tendon next to his knee hit two swords in a row, and the assassin squeezed out a muffled snort from his nose, bent his knee, and almost fell to his knees!

It seemed that he had lost the suppression of his fighting spirit, and the demonic flames on his body also soared abruptly, and half of the gray mist assassin's body had already attached a thin layer of demonic flames.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Wen Yuan's sword was like lightning, and he stabbed the assassin in the face for the third time, and the gray mist assassin was half standing and half kneeling at this time, falling backwards with his left hand, and blocking with his right hand.

I really could see that this gray mist assassin was already at the end of the crossbow, and when he was barely trying to block, his whole body was wide open.

Wen Yuan was unceremonious, and stabbed back the second stage of the sword, and the sword light as fast as lightning instantly disappeared into the assassin's lower abdomen dantian.

The sword finally broke through the assassin's defense and pierced into a depth of inches, and the gray mist assassin completely lost his ability to suppress the demonic flame, and in the blink of an eye, he was covered by the demonic flame, fell to the ground and couldn't stop rolling, couldn't bear it anymore, and howled miserably.

When the demonic flame really burned the human body, it did not last so long, and in only two seconds, the demonic flame was completely extinguished, leaving a charred black human body on the ground, emitting a foul smell and moaning slightly.

This scene was too cruel, even if Wen Yuan had the Holy Light to calm his emotions, he was disgusting.

Enduring the psychological discomfort, Wen Yuan took a step forward and stabbed a sword into the throat of the Gray Mist Assassin, opening the killing ring for the first time in his life.

After killing someone with his own hands, Wen Yuan felt a slight sigh of relief in his heart.

It seems that he has finally unloaded some kind of burden, successfully crossed the threshold, truly broke the shackles in his heart, and his determination to climb towards the road of the strong has become more and more firm.