The girl woke up in the middle of the night and found herself lying on the table at some point, and the coffee next to her was already cold. [Starter] yawned slightly, and she moved her somewhat numb wrist, frowning slightly. With her physical fitness, she couldn't even survive the work of staying up late, but the documents waiting for instructions on the table still did not decrease, and every piece of parchment in it was closely related to the people in the city, so she had to consume a lot of energy.

Picking up the cup and taking a sip of cold and bitter coffee, the girl habitually grabbed the document in front of her, and suddenly felt that something was not quite right. It is an important task for a martial artist to control a reasonable sleep, even if she takes a temporary nap because of exhaustion, her body will quickly enter a deep sleep state, and restore her energy and physical strength in the most efficient way. Unless there is a clear sense of hostility, it is generally not awakened. And her energy is obviously not fully recovered now, so that is, someone has disturbed her sleep.

The girl looked around and saw that the little maid who served her was dozing off in her chair, and there was no third person in the room. She was silent for a moment, slowly placing her coffee cup on the table, holding her breath.

Under the candlelight, the coffee in the cup takes on a translucent amber color, which is enough to show the quality of the raw materials. However, this was clearly not the girl's concern, and she looked at the liquid in the cup, noticing a slight ripple on the surface of the liquid that was almost imperceptible.

The girl's eyes changed, and she pushed away her chair and hurried to the window, pushing open the window to look out into the dark night sky in the north. The moment she walked to the window, a white flower bloomed on the distant earth, lighting up the sky for a moment.

Although it was only a moment of light, it was enough to attract the girl's attention, and a trace of solemnity appeared on the girl's face, untied the blanket draped on her body, and stepped out of the window.

The vision that took place in the distance was far away from the Sword Castle and was not enough to alarm the inhabitants of Sleepland. In the middle of the night, there was silence in the city, and no one saw a meteor flash from the castle beneath the Sword Tomb.

The girl stepped out of the window at the top of the castle, and the next step was to cross the kilometer distance and step onto the walls of the Sword Castle. As you could tell from the walls that had already caved out of a deep pit beneath her feet, this was definitely not her first visit. And the soldiers in charge of the night vigil on the city walls have long been surprised by this, and no one is frightened. A general with a sword came from the side, knelt down respectfully in front of the girl, and whispered, "Miss, it's not a big matter, it has nothing to do with us. ”

Hearing the general's words, the girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she still maintained calm on her face, after these days of training, she had at least learned not to be alarmed, she quietly felt the message from afar, and then motioned for the general to get up, and asked him, "What happened? Why is there a strong man at the peak of silver fighting outside our city?"

"It's unclear exactly what happened, but according to the information sent back by the scouts, it seems that the camp settlement was attacked. The sneak attackers were two masters whose strength was at least in the Silver Realm, and they directly alarmed the prophet and the big guy. When he said the word prophet, there was a hint of disdain on the general's face, but he did not show this emotion in front of the girl.

"Without the organization of the Masonry Brotherhood, those refugees have almost nothing, how could anyone attack them at such a great cost?" the girl looked at the distant sky and said to herself, "Could it be that their target is the Masonry Brotherhood? But what is the point?"

"With all due respect, Miss, you shouldn't waste your mind on that gang organization. The general hesitated for a moment and said, "That prophet who pretends to be a ghost is just the leader of a gang organization, and now he dares to coerce these refugees to bargain with us. It is already our duty to raise some food for them out of moral considerations, and there is no need to think more about him. ”

"My concern is not with the prophet, but with his enemies. The girl nodded and said, "We have at least some information about the Masonry Brotherhood, but we don't know anything about these new enemies. It's an eventful time, and we can't let our guard down against any surprises. ”

"You're right, Miss. The general nodded in satisfaction, thought for a moment and said, "If it is from the north, then it can only be the group of Istalons." Although Istalon was destroyed without explanation, the White Lion Family's heritage has always been deep, and it would not be surprising that even a master of the Silver Realm survived. We've turned down their requests for help twice before, but they can understand our struggles. If the Istalons were to go south through our road, they would have to pass through the refugee settlements, and it was not uncommon for them to clash with the masonry brothers. These two groups are not good people, and they will not do our Sword Castle any good at all, so it doesn't matter if they let them fight to the death. ”

"That's right......," the girl frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook her head and said, "It's just that the world is difficult now, and if there is no conflict of interest between them, why fight to the death like this?

"Miss, don't you realize it yet?" the general glanced at the girl with some surprise and said in a low voice: "In this world, only the strong are qualified for mercy. ”

Only the strong are qualified to have mercy, and now it is clear that El does not think that he is on the strong side, and the weapon in his hand is eager to drink the blood of the strong, but he does not have the strength to defeat the strong, so he can only flee like a wild dog.

Three minutes ago, he seized the opportunity to activate the ability of the wind mark, or rather, the wind mark seized the opportunity to launch the "Void Kiss" with the help of the current master's hand. El's figure suddenly moved behind Hagnam's back, and the razor-sharp blade tore open the back of the giant's neck, only to be stuck in the giant's neck bone and unable to move.

It's not that the knife isn't sharp enough, it's that El's strength isn't strong enough to inflict damage on Hagnan's body. His muscles had been trained to be as tough as steel, and the bones in his body were unimaginably hard. El slashed at the top of his neck bone, and was shocked by the force of the rebound, and his palms were covered with blood.

Under normal circumstances, one criterion for evaluating a high-level silver powerhouse is to see if he has the strength to "dominate the battlefield". Masters who have just entered the silver rank may not be weak in their own strength, but they have not fully tapped their potential until they step into the silver secret realm and come to the end, at this time they will clarify their own path, that is, their personal understanding of power, which can also be called their understanding of the rules.

Palanti still hasn't advanced to silver, but with the lion's tooth horn, she can exert the strength of a high-level silver powerhouse, but this only refers to the separate criterion of "dominating the battlefield", so the most suitable position for her at the moment is the charge commander of the cavalry unit, not to fight alone.

From this level upwards, that is, to reach the realm of the silver peak touching the golden gate, the strength of this kind of powerhouse is difficult to describe in words, because their strength has reached the limit that mortals can reach, and it is impossible to evaluate it at all with the eyes of mortals. El wasn't sure if Hagnam had reached this realm, the only thing he had of the giant was hard, hard as steel!

Two consecutive injuries succeeded in provoking the wrath of Hagnan, who, while not a berserker, had his own unique methods. As El struggled to pull out the wind scars, the skin of his body was silently dyed with a layer of bronz, and the muscles that had just been cut closed on their own, clamping El's hand in it.

Hagnam grinned, grabbed El's arm with his backhand, and easily dragged him from behind, slamming him to the ground like a sack, and then slammed it down with a sledgehammer with his other hand.

El involuntarily fell to the ground, half of his body bones were squeezed out of shape, and the arm that Hagnan grabbed was directly twisted into two pieces. Even with the hormone protection of Xiao Langa's timely injection, the severe pain all over his body made him can't help but blacken his eyes. However, at this time, he could not afford to slack off, because Hagenan's giant hammer had already been smashed on his head, and if he couldn't dodge, he would turn into a puddle of minced meat in the next moment.

Elf patted his chest against the pain, and a second bio-hormone was injected into his chest. This injection was the adrenaline that once saved his life, but the effect at this time was to give him a breath of relief to regroup.

Highgnam wasn't a berserker, but that didn't mean El wasn't, he had a bloodthirsty rune left unused, and this thing that hurt himself first and then his enemies didn't quite fit his usual fighting style, so he rarely used it in normal times. However, El himself had to admit that he was prone to falling into a state of madness when the battle was fierce, and at that time, this rune with the growth of the waltz was definitely outstanding, and in a certain way, it also made up for the lack of lethality in the storm raid state.

A cloud of heat spread through his chest, rejuvenating El's body, and he dodged as he saw the hammer fall head, reaching out to grab the falling hammer head, and turned over and jumped up.

Hagnam's arm was also covered in a layer of bronze, and El brushed the wind mark against his arm, the blade making a harsh sound of metal rubbing against the skin, but in a short moment, the wind scar cut through the metal skin and stabbed straight at Hagnan's cheek.

The speed and power of El's sudden burst of speed and power took Hagnam by surprise, and it was already a little late to react at this time, but it was not in vain that Hercules could mix up to now, he ignored the blade in front of him, opened his big mouth and took a deep breath, and yelled at El!

Another stream of blood splattered out, and both men fell on their backs at the same time. (Go read OM) (Jiangsu.com)