In the night, two black figures walked through the dense forest at high speed.

Zar didn't object to the orc's plan, and didn't even say anything more after learning the right intentions. It's not a question of danger or not, but if it were him, he would make the same choice. The only thing to be thankful for is that Zal woke up before the orcs acted, and although he was still wounded, it was better than a man dying hopelessly, right?

So, after a brief dinner, Zar and Grohl packed up their bags and weapons, and set off in the darker night.

As for the sleeping Gavila, there is really nothing to worry about. Before leaving, they added a lot of firewood to the fire, and it would be fine to hold on all night. And thanks to the fact that the location of this makeshift camp is secluded enough, there is little need to worry about anyone finding it. So if all goes well, maybe when the Wood Elves wake up in the morning, they'll already be back. Of course, if all goes well......

The night spreads through the vast dense forest, and it becomes more and more intense. The dappled shadows of the trees outline the thick and wide black lines in the dark blue mist and pitch-black vista. The undulating chirping of insects, and the roars of animals of unknown origin, came from the depths of the darkness around you, ethereal, echoing, from far and near, as if they were always by your side wherever you went.

The sparse moonlight crept down from the undense foliage of the canopy, and dotted among the shadows of the trees. Sometimes you can see one or two curious little animals gathered there in that lonely and holy light, with their heads held high, as if bathed in the gifts of the gods.

The night is deepening, intensifying. The jungle is sighing, whispering. The two figures were silent, one behind the other, as if they were one with everything around them. Sometimes they slow down and sneak around one or two campfires that loom in the woods, and sometimes they stop and hold their breath. Let the sons of the earth from Zangattar pick up a handful of dirt and listen to the path of the spirits of the ancestors.

Moving forward, I don't know how long, when it seemed that even everything was asleep, they finally lowered their bodies in a thick bush, and locked their eyes on the little fire in the distance. Looking at Groll's glimmering gaze in the darkness, Zal knew. They've found the purpose of their trip.

Quietly lowering the branches and leaves that blocked his view, Zar saw two familiar figures around the campfire—the Moon Demon Mage was sitting on the ground with a long staff, a little sleepy. The heavily armored samurai lying next to him seemed to have fallen asleep, the orange fire reflecting on his bright silver armor, swaying like a surging tide of light.

Zar frowned slightly, glanced at Grohl, and slowly stepped back. It wasn't until a dozen yards away that he stopped. They glanced around carefully, and sure enough. They soon saw male wood elves wandering around the makeshift camp in small areas. It seems that the other party should be the night watchman at this time.

The orc withdrew his gaze from the elf and turned to look at Zal, who shook his head slightly. Eventually, they looked at the two people around the campfire together, and then made a big circle. I touched the direction behind the other person.

In the makeshift camp, the mages of the "Whip Chain" struggled to drive away the drowsiness that hit their brains, and their heavy eyelids were dry, as if they were hanging a plumb sink. He yawned and looked up into the darkness beyond the firelight. Divert your attention from the picture.

Since successfully grabbing the six nameplates yesterday, the nerves of the three of them have not relaxed in the slightest, but are always in a state of high tension. It wasn't until they fled to the northernmost edge of the entire region that they set up a makeshift camp in the uninhabited jungle and got a short rest.

With these six nameplates, it should be enough to qualify. The mage knew this very well, but there was not a hint of joy on his face, but as soon as he thought of the pinched and distorted nameplate, he had a complicated emotion that he did not know whether it was a blessing or a curse. Eventually, he withdrew his gaze from the darkness, sighed softly, picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the campfire.

"Tonight, after tonight......" he said to himself, looking at the puff of sparks smashed by the firewood. At that moment, the sound of the grass shaking suddenly came from behind him, and it sounded like a wild beast rushing out of the bushes.

The mage tensed and subconsciously looked back, but the next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole face suddenly changed color! The dull long sword and the copper-colored giant axe, he remembered those two figures, or rather, for a whole day, the other party's appearance never disappeared in his mind!

"Enemy, enemy attack!"

With a scream, he flew back, and the silent wind circle dragged the mage's body and quickly retreated. But Zar and Grohl had already rushed in front of him!

As early as in the bushes, they did the work of tactical dismantling.

On the whole, the starting wood elf is by no means realistic, even if the opponent is alone, he will immediately leave the battle at the moment of attack, reunite with his teammates, and directly turn the situation into three against two. The same is true for choosing a heavily armored samurai, even if the kill is successful, the two of Zar, who are already injured, will be extremely passive in the face of the containment of the wood elves and the long-range attacks of the mages.

The only way out is to kill the mage and turn the battle into the crispest melee two-on-two. Then the rest is simple, the time difference between the stuck wood elves and rushing back, how fast you can kill and how fast you can kill, if you are slow, you will lose, or even die.

In the firelight, the orc roared and slashed down with an axe, and the violent power of the earth rolled up layers of earth, crashing like a wave into the pillar of wind that surged out of the mage's staff.

There was a loud "boom", and the smashing air stream blew up in the middle of the camp with the dirt. At the same time, the heavily armored samurai had already woken up, and as soon as he drew his long sword against the spilling dirt, Zar swung a dull black shadow and swept towards his neck!

"When-!"

The crunch of the blades colliding completely dispelled the only remaining drowsiness in the human warrior's mind, and the huge momentum directly knocked him back a few steps. But before he could take another step, he saw Zal in the firelight flick his arm at him, and then rushed into the dirt without looking back.

The next moment, a pair of gray palms burst out of the ground, grabbing the human ankle with a "poof". Nail him firmly on the spot!

"W-what is this!" the human exclaimed, swinging his sword and slashing away, but the palms of both hands were like a miasma of midnight smoke, and the blade of the sword carried out a fluttering vortex, and then immediately recovered. There is no sign of dissipation. "Lasker-!Hurry up and entangle them!Don't let them get near the mage!"

While the human shouted loudly, a black shadow had already rushed out of the bushes and killed Zal and Grohl, it was the wood elf who had arrived at the sound of the sound! However, his position was too far away from the place where the battle took place, and the rapid attack of the two Zal had no intention of stopping.

Brushing through the falling dirt, the muscles on Zhal's right arm shook into a terrifying texture, and he rolled up "Sishua" and slashed his sword towards the mage's neck. The mage in retreat didn't dare to stop his steps at all. Looking at the sword that fell from his head, he raised his staff to meet it, and a string of shy chants floated out of his mouth.

With a muffled "bang", the lightless "Sishua" was like a volley of air bursting into the air, and an undulating circular turbulence exploded in the gap between the sword and the staff. Countless splinter wind blades ripped through Zhar's scale armor, and scarlet blood spurted out, spreading from his wrist to his entire right arm!

The circle of light in his eyes spun wildly, and Zal roared angrily. Throwing off his right arm, the smoke miasma on his left hand instantly gathered into a "gray blade". Another slash and slash down!

"Poof!"

The blood flashed, and a hideous bloody mouth finally cut into the mage's right shoulder! But faster, a round of exploding wind circles erupted from the mage's body, directly pushing Zal far away.

Not far behind, the "palm" holding the human ankle finally disappeared with a "bang". But the joy on his face only existed for a moment, and then it froze into ice. The earth beneath my feet moved, settling and concave downward, and the steps I had wanted to take stopped again as if I had fallen into the mud!

Humanity finally panicked, and an inexplicable fear hit their hearts. "Protect the mage! Protect the mage! I'm being forcibly controlled. Protect the mage—!" he roared at the Wood Elf, even shouting a broken sound.

On the other side, the mage's heart also sank to the bottom at the same time. The other party's attack did not give him a chance to breathe at all, although the exploding wind circle pushed Zal away, but as if it had been premeditated, at the moment when Zal retreated, Grohl's figure fell from the sky, and the red copper-colored two-handed axe hung above his head, splitting a touch of despair that penetrated deep into his soul.

"It's over......"

The mage's face was covered with cold sweat, and he whispered to himself. The human's mouth was wide open and his face was as dead as ashes, and the wood elves who had arrived close roared angrily, stabbing the twin daggers into Grohl's side ribs.

"Boom!"

The great axe hit the ground, the earth roared, and a straight downward cut of light flashed on the mage's body! The next moment, the fierce energy cut a straight cut on the ground, and the mage flew upside down in the blood and the fragments of the staff, fell to the ground, rolled up countless dirt and grass stalks, and finally stopped, not moving.

At the same time, the twin daggers of the wood elves seemed to gather all the shadows around them, turned pitch black, and struck the orcs hard!

"Puff puff ......"

"Grohl!" Zar hissed as he watched the orc's figure fall to the side in the criss-cross cold. His eyes were almost blood-red, and he flicked up "Sishua" and rushed towards the heavily armored samurai. Distance is time, distance is life! The wood elf who was torn apart by Grohl suddenly realized the strategic intentions of the two of Zhal, immediately let go of the orc, turned around and chased after Zal!

He didn't care if his attack would succeed in killing the orcs, because the wood elves had realized what was going on in this battle - from beginning to end, the opponent had always used speed and space to maintain a two-on-two or two-on-one situation, and what was even more terrifying was that their coordination was almost flawless!

The Wood Elf looked at the back of a dozen yards away, and his heart was cold, because Zhal's attack had swept towards the heavily armored samurai!

"When-!"

When the swords of the two sides collided for the second time, the human warrior realized how wrong he was! The huge force from the blade of the sword almost smashed him to the ground, and the blow he had just blocked when he started the battle was just a false move that the opponent wanted to force him away!

A series of brilliant steel flowers ignited the air, and the human warrior gritted his teeth and took a step back, his re-picked sword waiting for his next attack. But what he was really waiting for was the "Gray Blade" in Zhal's hand that followed closely behind "Sishua"!

Raise your sword to block, and it was in the eyes of the human warrior. The "gray blade" in Zal's hand suddenly lost its form of a "long knife" like a swirling smoke, and it swirled on the blade of the sword, pulling the gray flow marks of the Daodao, and penetrated it!

"This, this ......" the human warrior's voice was stuck in his throat. The two weapons in Zal's hands unleashed a wave of frenzied attacks, blocking all hope of his life.

With a crisp sound of slashing armor, the human warrior's defenses were completely shattered, and two long whip-like shadows frantically whipped across his body, and the shattered armor reflected the fire and mixed with blood, splashing beside him. Suddenly, all the black shadows in front of him disappeared, and the human warrior gasped and retreated, but the next moment. Two cold rays of light poured into his body.

"Wow!"

"Sishua" and "Gray Blade" stabbed into the human warrior's chest intertwined, and through his body, large streams of blood gushed out from his back, smashed to the ground, splashed, and painted a piece of crimson. Only then did he cough violently and look at the figure in front of him. Really understood, who the hell got into trouble.

Lying in the distance, Grohl struggled desperately. Staring at the movements of the wood elves, he shouted loudly, "Be careful—!!"

Zal was startled, and suddenly pulled out his twin blades to dodge sideways, only to see the figure of the wood elf flash and disappear in an instant. The next moment, a narrow knife cut was carved into Zal's chest. The blood was distorted by the light and shadow to create a strange line of blood.

With a "poof", the corpse of the human warrior fell, and Zar stood on the spot with "Sishua" and "Gray Blade" horizontally, reflecting the firelight, in all directions. Silence.

One!

Time was ticking by, the salty smell of blood was pushed by the rolling heat, spreading, and all that could be heard in the makeshift camp was the occasional explosion of the campfire.

The orc lay on the ground holding his breath, his eyes glancing around in a hurrying search for the figure of the wood elf. And Zal stood there silently, motionless. His eyes were lowered as he stared into the void, and in his gray-blue pupils, a scarlet circle of light swirled wildly, flashing a breathtaking red. He was waiting for his next attack.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a long time, like a short moment. Standing quietly like a statue, Zar suddenly moved, and the lightless "Sishua" suddenly slashed out, and the tip of the sword tore out a string of tearing armor, and Zar's left arm also floated a smoke-like blood mist at the same time.

The Wood Elf never appeared, but the attack came as expected. "At the cost of not being able to use skills, in exchange for the advantage of being hidden in the 'shadow body' state all along?" said to Zar in the bottom of his heart. But the problem is that even if you don't use skills, you can predict your ultimate defeat if you go down like this.

"Can you see the shadows? No...... If not, then how can you catch the shadow?" thought Zhal, stepping back and forth until he finally stood by the campfire.

In the distance, the orc looked at Zal's figure, just looking, but not saying a word. It never occurred to him to persuade Zal to leave as soon as possible, before he died. I don't know when, perhaps on a rainy night in the "Fighting Dog Alley", the orcs saw the warmest sincerity and trust in the dirtiest and chaotic places. Since then, many things have become simpler, even in the "conviction platform", he firmly believes that his fate will only be simple.

Silently soaked in the night, the firelight danced, and the figure standing next to it was coated with a warm soft light. Zar was listening to the sounds of the forest, and he remembered what Gavira had said. "Some voices belong here, and some voices, no matter how hidden, don't belong here......"

"Hiss......"

With a gentle sound, it is like strands of hair running through the ears and falling leaves touching the pool water...... Everything in the silence was torn apart.

The next moment, Zal suddenly threw up the "Gray Blade" and slammed into the bonfire beside him!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the majestic "Chaos Power" shattered the entire bonfire and threw it into the air, raising a flutter of sparks flying in the sky. And in the "starlight" that fell little bits, a distorted light and shadow crashed through the fine orange spots of sand and rushed in front of Zhal!

The shadows faded, and the daggers and swords swung open the "curtains of light" between them, drawn by their respective masters, and stabbed at each other's enemies.

Finally, the two figures collided, and two clouds of blood erupted from behind them in a fireworks-like background. The dagger was driven into the shoulder of one of them, and the long sword sank into the chest of the other.

Time passed in a flash, and the orange "starlight" fluttered one after another and fell into the dust. The light flickered, from brilliant to dim, hidden in nothingness. Eventually, all the light and shadow disappeared, and darkness surged, and the night in the forest slowly pressed down, as if the curtain had ended. (To be continued.) )