Looking at Creon, who was struggling on the ground with a painful face, Taklia had a cruel and enjoyable expression on his face.

"My dear brother, how do you feel? But that's not enough!"

The expression on Taklia's face became more and more hideous, and he roared at Creon, "The pain you endure now is far less than a thousandth of what I was back then! One in 10,000!"

With a roar, Taklia clenched his hand, two of its fingers slamming down.

"Oh... Wow... Woe..."

In the next moment, Creon felt two steel knives pierce into his heart, and the world of piercing pain caused him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.

Looking at Creon, who was constantly wailing in pain, a flash of happiness flashed in Takria's eyes.

But just then, a furious roar reached his ears, and it was the griffon that Creon was riding, roaring at him.

The griffin knights in the air are rapidly approaching this side.

It is also because of this that Taklia is distracted at this moment.

Feeling the pain wane, Creon gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword at his waist and charged towards Taklia.

Clang!!!

Creon's sword collided violently with the sword in Takria's hand, and because of this, he could no longer maintain the posture of casting the Heart-Ripping Spell.

But even so, he still didn't panic.

"My dear brother, don't be anxious, I haven't seen you for five hundred years, we have to catch up with the old days."

Looking at Taquelia like this, Creon panicked.

According to his understanding, Taklia is good at spells, and he is better at charging and melee combat.

Under this premise, it was obviously not normal for Taklia to remain so calm after being close to him, and it also gave Creon a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, in the next second, the ominous premonition in his heart was verified.

The dark power of the curse enveloped his griffons at once, along with the griffon knights who had rushed to help.

It's the mage troops of the Dark Elves, and they've done it!

The unknown spell had a clear impact on the griffin knights, and at the same time, a large number of harpies in the air were entangled again, and the huge numerical advantage made the griffin knights unable to get out in a short period of time.

As for Hydra, Taklia let it continue to advance.

"It's good, now you and I brothers can catch up with the old again."

As he spoke, the war knife in Taqueria's hand erupted with a large amount of dark power.

Seeing this, Creon was also not to be outdone, he activated the power of the long sword in his hand, and the fiery red fire demon core erupted with strong mana fluctuations, and the blazing crimson flames wrapped an entire blade at once!

Although he doesn't particularly understand Takria's weird fighting style, he is still very confident in close combat.

As long as you don't give Takria no more chance to cast the Heart-Splitting Spell, you will never lose in a normal duel!

"Takria, let this grudge that has lasted for hundreds of years end at this moment!"

As he spoke, Creon's hands had grasped the hilt of the flaming greatsword, and with the high temperature of the flames, he attacked directly towards Taklia.

Probably seeing through Creon's thoughts, the corners of Takria's mouth outlined a faint sneer.

"Do you think that if you don't give me a chance to cast a spell, you'll have a chance of winning?"

As he spoke, the Dark Sword and the Flaming Greatsword collided again.

Fighting alone, Taquelia is indeed no match for Creon.

With a duel, Taklia uncontrollably took two steps back to unload, clearly falling into the disadvantage.

But before Creon could be excited for a moment, the next second, an accident happened.

I saw that the dark power wrapped in the dark sword was actually wrapped around his flaming greatsword like a tentacle at the same time as the two weapons collided.

Before he had time to think about it, Creon's flaming sword wielded his hands suddenly exerted force, and he swept away the dark sword.

With the separation of the two blades, the extended dark tentacles also retracted, and once again attached to the dark sword.

Looking at Creon, who had retreated some distance, a sneer appeared on Taklia's face.

"Why didn't you attack it, my dear brother? Since you don't come, then I'll go."

With that, Taklia held the knife in one hand, and the empty hand was raised.

When Creon saw this scene, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and he had no choice but to swing his sword again and kill it.

Taklia didn't panic at all, wielding the Dark Sword in her hand to whirl with it.

The battle looked a bit stalemate, with the blades of both sides clashing frequently, and as the battle continued, Creon gradually sensed that something was wrong.

His breathing was getting heavy, and his sword-wielding arm was starting to go limp.

Although his age is more than a thousand years old, his age is indeed not small, but he is not so old.

Coupled with his perennial martial arts, his physique has always been very good, and the most favorable proof is that he only married three concubines a few years ago.

But now that I've only been fighting for a while, how can I be so tired?

Just as Creon was secretly wondering, Taklia's sarcastic voice rang out again.

"Why, isn't it going to work so soon?"

"Shut up!"

Hearing this, Creon burst out in an instant, and slashed Taklia back a few steps with a sword.

However, the loss of his power is also an indisputable fact.

After a few rounds, Creon became more and more weak.

Taquelia turned from defense to offense, one knife faster than the other, and Creon struggled to parry, but retreated.

He looked at the dark tentacles that had shrunk back on the dark sword, and finally reacted.

"Taklia, you're absorbing my power!"

Although it was a rhetorical question, the tone was extremely affirmative.

"Don't you think it's too late?"

Under the influence of one another, the whole situation has been completely reversed, and Creon can no longer withstand the offensive of Takria.

If it weren't for the armor forged by the elven craftsmen on his body, he would have died under the dark sword of Taklia long ago.

But even so, according to the current situation, it is only a matter of time before he is defeated and killed.

Looking at Creon, who was barely standing with the flaming greatsword, the cruelty on Taquelia's face became even heavier.

His empty hand quickly raised, and after casting the spell, the Heart Gouging Spell was activated again, and between the surge of dark power, a phantom of a heart suddenly appeared in Takria's palm.

The phantom of the heart was much clearer than the last time, and even the blood vessels above could be seen.

I saw that Taquelia directly clenched this heart, and a sharp pain came from the heart, and in an instant, Creon was put on the ground, holding his heart tightly, and his face had become snow-white.

Takria was completely immersed in the pleasure of violence, and the left hand that was casting spells was also clenched tighter and tighter, as if in the next moment, Creon's heart would be directly pinched and exploded.

At this moment, the mutation regenerates.

It was Creon's griffon, who had managed to get rid of the harpy's entanglement, and flew swiftly towards it.

Griffons also have a long lifespan, and they have plenty of time to trust each other and develop a bond with the nature spirits.

The griffon is Creon's old partner, and there is no doubt about their understanding of each other.

The furious griffin first dived and forcibly interrupted Taklia's heart-stripping spell, and then detoured back again, and Creon, who saw the opportunity, jumped directly onto the griffin's back.

After catching Creon steadily, the griffin's huge wings flashed continuously, and its speed soared directly to the extreme, looking like this, it wanted to get out of this battlefield in a very short time.

Creon hugged the old fellow's neck tightly, his face full of joy that he had survived.

But how could Taklia just let Creon leave like that?

"Dark Slash !!"

I saw that on the dark sword, the dark power surged wildly, and the moment Taklia swung it, it directly formed a powerful slash, and then slashed at the griffin's body fiercely

"Ang !!"

Creon, who didn't know what was happening, heard a terrible scream, and then, with a flipped turn, by the time he came back to his senses, his body had fallen heavily to the ground.

Creon was almost thrown apart, he endured the sharp pain from all over his body, looked at his old partner who was lying in a pool of blood not far away, at this time, he was already grieving and unable to help himself.

At the same time, his heart was full of despair.

"Hahaha.... Hah..."

Taklia stepped forward with a maniac, then stomped on Creon's chest, his face already maniacing.

"How does it feel to fall from hope to despair? You think I didn't see it, I did it on purpose~"

As he spoke, the foot he stepped on Creon's chest began to gradually increase its strength.

"That's what you gave me back then! It's been more than 500 years, and I've wanted you to try it too!!"

With the roar, Takria's expression grew more and more frantic.

Looking at Creon, who had already been trampled under his feet, Taquelia directly raised the dark war knife in his hand and stabbed it into the opponent's chest.

With the continuous gushing of blood, the steppe elf king, who had ruled the steppe elf kingdom for more than 500 years, died at the hands of his brother at this moment.

At the same time, every once in a while, the knights of Victor, who would set out from Great Xia City and return to the steppe elf kingdom to deliver messages, arrived at the periphery of the grassland all the way.

He looked at the frantically spreading war in the grassland where the Hydra and the Steppe Elf Kingdom were raging below, and his face suddenly turned pale.

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