Ezio's sword was scrapped again, and the armor that had protected him through the retreat was unbearable. However, this result was not a half-attack by Ezio relying on the strength of his armor. He tried hard to dodge, but he still couldn't dodge all the slashes.

Half of the situation is better. At that point of trauma, the muscles just contracted, and the bleeding stopped. However, the damaged twin knives could not be saved, and one of them was cut in the surface of the blade by the Dragon's Tooth Hidden Blade, and he couldn't help but continue tossing. The other was cut off.

The people left behind by Haider were all magicians. After watching the previous battle, it greatly suppressed the berserker factor in the bloodline of the Lost Land Magician. Instead of daring to swap with Ezio, they cast the magic they had prepared, overwhelming the world.

However, when it comes to a powerhouse of this level, although it takes a bit of effort to break the demon, it does not necessarily require special weapons or props. No matter how much magic is more and more intensive, it's all a matter of one breath.

On the contrary, it is the brilliant spark after breaking the magic that becomes his best cover. Turning around and killing half of the crowd, once again brought a terrifying bloody scene.

A half-truncated knife and a broken knife that is easy to break is still a deadly weapon in the hands of a person with the qualifications of a sword master. This is a fact confirmed by the self-esteemed Sergeants of Haider with their own lives.

Of course, Ezio would not let his comrades be killed, but he was not blindly chasing after Ban, trying to stop the other party. Fighting with half, the most taboo is to fall into the rhythm of the other party. Once the opportunity is lost, the consequences are catastrophic.

Ezio, who understands this, uses himself as bait. It seems that while pursuing, he sold a flaw that was enough to kill. However, Ezio is confident that he can turn the tables in one fell swoop with his ready-to-go backhand. Even if the other party does not die, he will be seriously injured.

But half-ignores this opportunity to kill Ezio. In his eyes, this young man who has just shed his milk hair has no need to pay such attention. This is war, and many times the death of a hundred enemies will be worth more than the death of a strong man.

Ezio felt the contempt, too, but he didn't have the strength to complain. Dead companions will not come back to life because of his complaints. The only way to do it was to take out the prepared back hand, which was a pineapple-like piece of iron, filled with concentrated storm and acid mist magic.

It was a grenade that combined technology and magic with a certain traversal. The reason why storm magic, rather than any kind of explosion or fire magic, is because Lin has experimentally determined that the latter is mainly magical killing, and any form of demon breaking can make this magic item ineffective.

But an instantaneous storm can bring a considerable muzzle velocity to a shattered piece of iron. These shards can kill people as well, and demon-breaking or magical defenses won't work, as it's just a physical property.

The acid mist is added because if the enemy is unable to perform any form of demon-destroying effect, a simple piece of iron will not necessarily cause death, and the storm will only cause serious damage if it blows people away, but unfortunately hits a sharp object. This is not enough for an offensive spell.

Originally, someone was very thief and smeared a layer of poison on the inside of the iron. Those who eat a balat are not only immortal but also crippled, and if they are crippled, they will be tortured.

However, this practice attracted numerous criticisms and was forced to be cancelled. In fact, Lin suspected that it was not the protesters who were noble at all, but that their methods of throwing ballet were too clumsy, and they hurt themselves from time to time.

Regardless of the facts, this range-of-effect weapon is effective against the strong who are known for their speed. Even Ezio himself was mentally prepared to be injured by the explosion, and he had to drag half of them into the water together.

I don't know if he was half-alert, or if he didn't care at all, still ignoring Ezion's unknown threat. And Ezio is a comrade-in-arms who is worried about half of his side. They don't have the same consciousness as they do. If you get injured by mistake, it's not so easy to get rid of.

He just grabbed a grenade in his right hand and a dragon tooth hidden blade in his left hand, and caught up with half of it.

The previous entanglement of various tactics being cracked before they began, Ezio was not just bothered. He noticed and observed the pattern of action in the semi-group attack.

The result is unexpectedly easy to guess, in short, it is to hit a place with a lot of people, so as to exert its maximum lethality.

Since the pattern has been found, it is natural to predict. Ezio found a moment to crash headfirst into a crowd of people, just as he was halfway there

Let's hedge.

Seizing the opportunity, Ezio struck three consecutive blows with his left Hidden Blade, and the move hit the weakness of the semi-inherent habit. However, the end of this wave of offensive was a lot of guesswork, and it was not a flaw that was really caught halfway, so the strong orcs easily resolved their own crisis.

What Ezio didn't expect was that this series of traps were half-set. Ezio's counterattack was all half expected. The result was a frontal wound that stretched from the left shoulder to the right side of the abdomen.

Luckily, it was the one that slashed it, and Ezio didn't die on the spot.

But this blow is still deep and visible, making people bleed endlessly. Ezio was able to hold on any longer, and then he fell to his knees.

Unexpectedly, Semi-didn't end Ezio's life immediately. Instead, he sighed and said, "Boy, you should be proud that you have caused me enough trouble. Do you have any last words to say? Words like entrustment are saved. I'm not going to help you, and no one else is going to help you."

Ezio, who was gasping for breath and couldn't come back in one breath, didn't even have the ability to mock the other party. He just stared at each other blankly.

Whoever kills, he will always kill him. He knew this a long time ago. When confronted, Ezio's attitude was even calmer than he had imagined.

There is no resentment. There are no regrets, not even a little regret. He just thought, has he worked hard so far, is it enough? What else can I do?

In an instant, Ezio revisited the most memorable moments of his life. Some are happy, some are sad. It's not his whole life, but it's very precious to him.

When he raised the sword in his hand, the injury on his left shoulder made Ezio raise his left hand, and he didn't have the strength to block it with the Dragon's Tooth Hidden Blade, so he could only watch the knife fall. In the midst of everyone's exclamations, the falling knife was finally stopped.

It was a simple tailor-made vest that was worn only in the upper half of the body in the middle of winter. The lower body is a shorts skirt that exposes muscles that are so strong that all men will be ashamed of them.

This is a bald head with a big beard. There are no extra decorations on the body, and a few gruesome scars alone are enough to become a proud medal.

The single knife in his hand was so rough that it was like a large piece of iron polished at random. But it's such a knife, and it can't be blocked by half an inch.

Barbarians? What's your name?"

Half maintained the pressure on his hands, and asked the person in front of him cautiously. He felt the pressure on his hands, but he didn't dare to relax in the slightest. And he also tried his best to maintain this war knife that should have been destroyed a long time ago, and not break it in the hands of the other party.

Although it seems that he is more troubled than the other party to maintain a close situation, it stands to reason that he should be considered a higher level. But in his own feelings, the opponent's comfortable attitude still makes half feel frightened.

The barbarian grinned, showing his big jagged yellow teeth, and said, "Since you have asked sincerely, I will tell you with great mercy." My name is Amida, and my people have given me a title called Hacker. So please respectfully call me Hack and Kill Amida. Please advise."

Sounds like nothing is wrong. But if you think about it carefully, it's all wrong. Because this is not the tone of a barbarian.

If it were a civilized barbarian tribe, they wouldn't dress so individually. If it were an uncivilized tribe, it would not be so fluent and polite to speak.

The overall feeling is that it is nondescript. But even if you know that the other party is fake, you can't find the root of the other party, so you can only follow the other party's tone.

Half-retracted, intending to force the other party away. But let the slasher Amity take a step back. Amida backed away and gave Ezio a gentle and heavy kick in the abdomen, brutally taking him away with her.

How could Ezio, who was seriously injured, withstand such a devastation and passed out on the spot.

But he looked at the prey that had escaped with regret and said, "Is it true that Your Excellency has chosen to oppose us?"

"There's no way I'm going to help the one who is allied with the demons." Slashing Armida said that no human would disapprove.

Why not? Who the rulers are, and for most people, does it make a difference? In the history of the Lost Land,

Elves once ruled everything, dwarves once ruled everything, and even goblins once ruled everything. Wouldn't it be possible to create a glorious history by letting demons and orcs rule?"

So what. In this glorious history, did humanity belong to livestock, or was it the cornerstone of empire?" Slash Armida asked.

At that time, humanity has its own place. Everything now is a sacrifice before the fulfillment of that great wish. It's painful, but it's necessary." Half righteous said awe-inspiringly

Haha, you're going to believe what you're saying. It can't be true." Slash Armida laughed unscrupulously.

Do you have any faith, barbarian. If you don't even want to believe in the ancestral spirits of your clan, you only believe in your own power. Then I feel that no matter how much I say, it will be in vain." Half-asked and reluctantly stated.

Then don't talk about it. You think you'll be able to dissuade me with your words, but that's really disappointing. After all, it has to be fought, so why waste it on saliva." Hack and kill Amida made a conclusion.

The two were like having an appointment, and they were shoulder to shoulder in an instant, bumping into each other, looking comparable.

There is no sound of gold and iron, and there is no imagined intensity. The two of you go back and forth, and the weapons have never touched each other. In the eyes of others, these two seem to be dancing a very tacit dance, but the danger is difficult to describe.

However, both of them are not ordinary people, they are like war maniacs, and the more they fight, the more energetic they become.

A broken knife and a broken knife, flying up and down, left and right, just hit the momentum of thousands of troops.

The big blade that slashed and killed Armida was not far behind, the knife was rough, and the fighting style was clumsy, and he actually relied on the momentum of no return, and suppressed half of the attack. Even if this strong orc wanted to turn back and kill into the crowd, he couldn't do it.

In the end, the double knives in half of the hands were overwhelmed and broke on the spot.

After half-losing his weapon, Armida, who slashed and killed, did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but looked at the broken knife on the ground with a look of regret. Seizing the opportunity, he took a few steps back and looked at the barbarians in front of him and around him with semi-vigilance.

The expressions of "why don't you take the opportunity to kill him" were very obvious. Even half of it looks like he refuses to give up, even if he is unarmed, he is not afraid.