The exiles' fanatical belief in the King of Talon surpassed Lanloth's belief, and after the Shadow of Tyroc gave him a plan of battle, none of the Raven people questioned him, and everyone was engrossed in preparing for battle. Even Eskar just threw himself an unwilling look, but under the will of the King of Talons, even he didn't dare to disobey.

The Claw Guardians are polishing their weapons over and over again, the Ravental Priests are transcribing various battle readiness scrolls, and the Raven Guardians are imbuing their equipment with powerful shadow magic, and the Raven Whisperers are calming the Cali Bird and the Dread Raven who are restless by this vitality.

In the past few days since the manifestation of Tyrok, a large number of exiled warriors have arrived from various gathering places, and the entire Terok Crow's Nest has been blocked for a while.

Thankfully, not many people dared to bother him because of the need for Ranros to master the so-called 'blessing' under the guidance of Tyroc. Most of the exiles who passed by only put a few question marks at him, but when they saw the shadow of Tyrok in front of him, they all showed a look of understanding.

As long as it is a creature recognized by the King of Talons, it is a companion of the exile.

Yes, that's it!

"How's it going, Lanros?" Not everyone was ashamed of being close to Tyrok, and as someone who had already established communication with the Lord of the Talons, Ryshad didn't feel any pressure to approach the altar.

Opening his eyes and getting up, Lan Luos took the food handed by the other party, and then exhaled a long and turbid breath: "The progress is not bad, although it is a little uncomfortable, but I believe that I can fully grasp it before the battle." ”

"Of course, you are the heir hand-picked by the King of the Talons. Ryshad smiled softly, but from the depths of his eyes, Lanlos saw a hint of cunning.

Hurriedly waving his hand, Lanlos pushed away the olive branch extended by the other party without a trace: "The heir or something is not suitable for me, besides, if you hear this sentence by Escar, you will definitely be slandered as trying to usurp his position." ”

"Hah, it seems so. After a perfunctory look, a fleeting sense of loss appeared on Reshad's face.

Although he was aware of it, Kran Los had no idea of changing his attitude, and his seemingly very friendly smile seemed very formulaic. These days, because of the appearance of the Shadow of Tyrok, the entire political landscape of the Crow's Nest has changed dramatically.

If before that, Eskar was barely the leader of the Terok Crow's Hive due to the Shadow Sage's mediation and sticking role in various organizations, but because of Ryshard's actions, Eskar's appearance caused Eskar to lose almost most of his support.

The reason is simple, the lieutenant next to the King of Talons is not him.

If you follow the script that Eskar summoned Tyrok's real body at the beginning, the current result will naturally be completely different, but the bad thing is that Lanloth killed halfway.

Looking at the smiling Tibetan scroller, the elven mage silently withdrew his attention, and dealt with the berries in his hand wholeheartedly.

To be honest, it was unpleasant to be used for political purposes, and the benefits to Ranlos were enough to keep him silent.

Database Update ......

Gain the blessing of Tyrok, +2 Agility, +1 Perception

Language: Episisian

Talent Specialty Changes:

Demon Within: Reduces health consumption to 5% and stuns enemies within range for a short time.

Spell Changes:

Mirror Shadow: Grants two mirrors the ability to cast and attack easily, but increases the cast cost to four rings.

New Talent Specializations:

Shadow Walk: Travels through the Shadows and appears in any shadow within 12 meters, the next attack deals additional Shadow Damage and increases movement speed by 70% for a short time.

Wind Fury Strike: Inflicts a continuous strike on the target with the power of the wind, calculating damage at triple attack speed, and cannot move when cast.

Blade Dance: Strikes all enemies within a 3-meter radius with a thunderbolt, increasing your dodge chance by 100% for 1 second.

Control, containment, displacement, cell bursts, group AOE...... Even if just a helpless scholar masters this whole set of skills, he can immediately become an elite on the battlefield.

It's no wonder that Lanloth spent so many days getting the hang of it.

Tyrok's blessing greatly improved his mobility, but agility has always been Lanloth's shortcoming. While the Unholy Dash and Hellfire Dash allow him to burst faster than the stat panel, they are ultimately straight dashes that provide almost zero improvement in agility.

With Tyrok's guidance, it means that Lanloth will not be as good at melee combat as before, only knowing how to rely on the power of demon transformation to slash and slash with the Exterminator.

After all the battles that had been going on for a while, Lanloth had also realized how short the duration of the demonic transformation was, and he couldn't even guarantee that the transformation would cover the entire battle.

But this can't be blamed on him, although this body has been trained in swordsmanship, but those basic moves are okay to deal with miscellaneous soldiers, and when encountering an opponent like Tyrok, it really can't be on the table. The guidance of the King of Talon is helping him to make up for this shortcoming, although he will not be able to reach the level of a high-level melee professional in the short term, but with his diverse and unexpected combat styles, both offense and defense have been greatly strengthened.

"I'm good at dual-wielding one-handed scimitars, and although it seems to be out of place with your fighting style, there are many things in close combat. "Ignoring the arrival of Reshad, the Shadow of Tyrok is still tirelessly instilling in Lanlos his years of combat experience.

"The purpose of fighting is to defeat the enemy, and killing is the most intuitive one. ”

"I'm not going to teach you some cumbersome moves, but ......" the King of Talon paused, his back seemed to straighten slightly, and his condescending gaze looked sharp, "How to kill your enemies." ”

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Scold!

The jagged blade tore through the air, and several extremely piercing screams rang out, and the sheer force instantly shattered the mirror image of Tyrok.

Although it was recognized by Sdomka, Lanloth grabbed it as if he were grabbing a one-handed sword, but after the high-intensity training backlog, the elven mage still felt the indescribable swelling and soreness of his arms.

Sitting directly on the ground, Lanloth took a few breaths before focusing on the shadow of Tyrok in the center of the altar.

Although unable to leave the circle, the Shadow of Tyrok, with its superb observation skills, has an accurate insight into Lanloth's shortcomings and flaws in battle. After criticizing and correcting the other party's mistakes again, he looked into the distance differently.

"Why, are the exiles assembled?" the bandages created by the secondary creation technique once again concealed the killer's hideous appearance, and he hung it behind his back, Ranros asked seemingly casually.

Holding the same movement for a while, the King of Talon nodded: "Warrior, the experience I have learned over the years has been taught, and this next battle will be your first assessment, although the time is short, I believe you will not let me down." ”

"Not necessarily. Smiling lightly, Lanloth gestured to the staff floating beside him, "I'm still more used to him than a sword. ”

The end of the sharp beak grinned in an imperceptible arc, and Tyrok's translucent eyes seemed to pierce through all sharp swords: "Didn't I say that the purpose of battle is to defeat the enemy, and the greatsword and staff are just means to achieve the result." ”

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In the clearing outside the Terok Crow's Nest, thousands of Raven exiles had gathered in a makeshift camp, and there was not the slightest noise except for the sound of a burning fire.

The heavily armed Claw Guards stood straight, and despite their withered arms and loose hair, they could still see the majesty and pride of being the Rulers of the Skies. Beside them, the Raven Whisperer stood side by side with the Dread Raven, silently feeding the elephant-like giants.

A whole tarbu sheep!

The heart-pounding movements of flesh and bones shredded by sharp claws and sharp beaks rendered the atmosphere of the entire camp to the extreme.

"Fellow exiles!" Eskar stepped forward on the high platform in front of him, holding a staff covered in pitch black, "Among us, there are Scarax cultists who have dedicated their lives to Ansu in pursuit of the mysteries of shadows and arcane, and there are Anhar cultists who have dedicated their lives and souls to Rukma but have been persecuted by their compatriots. ”

"Our different origins and beliefs led us to be suspicious and suspicious of each other, until our enemies took away our last land and last of our loved ones in the Aranka Peaks!"

"Aren't you ashamed?"

With the help of magic, Eska's voice not only reached everyone's ears without loss, but also seemed to penetrate deep into their souls.

The exiles bowed their heads in silence.

"Why are you bowing your head?" there was a brief silence, and Eska's voice echoed through the jungle like thunder, "Answer me, why!"

Everyone only raised their gaze again, and did not respond to the Shadow Sage's words, but their eyes were all very uniformly confused, and even the fingers that grasped the weapon quietly relaxed a little.

"I see. Eskar smiled, her cold smile tearing hearts at the heart, "As you know, we've been making mistakes. ”

"But ah, fellow citizens, why, why are we fratricidal? Why are we standing here?"

"Why are we struggling to survive in the mud of the curse?!"

Eskar's tone became more and more agitated, and Eskar struggled to raise her withered fingers and pointed to the distant peaks: "Because those high-ranking bastards have thrown us into the sky in the name of false gods. ”

"A lot of people ask me, what are we who have left the sky?"

"But what I want to say is that our baggage will only make us lost!"

"Today, we no longer exist alone as Scarax or Anhar, we are exiles, shadows under the curse. ”

"The winds of darkness have risen, and under the guidance of the Raven God and the King of Claws, we will vent our countless years of pain and anger towards the Peak of Tsuten!"

"We want to prove to those cowards that this curse can't break us!"

The palm he put down was placed on his heart, and Eskar showed unprecedented solemnity: "The shadow covers the sun." ”

"Raven devouring the sky!"

Thousands of responses converged into a powerful impact, as if it was about to tear the sky apart!