Although ended the opening game with a humiliating fiasco. But our opponents didn't seem to feel much frustrated. It seems that they have long been accustomed to the weak combat power of the Shadow Cultists. From the very beginning, I didn't expect much from her results---- of course. In fact, this is a very sensible idea---- after calmly accepting the first defeat. They quickly fielded the next player to take on the field.

The second to come on the scene was the vampire Fallen Knight, who was only level forty-nine---- similar to the Shadow Cultist. The Fallen Knight is the only unique class in the Post-Empire that has been converted from a warrior. Opposite the paladins of the Falvi continent. Compared to the paladins. The Fallen Knight does not possess many of the restorative spells that have been blessed by the supreme god Darimoth. There aren't as many magic skills that strengthen your defenses. But. Temphrimilis, the goddess of darkness and death, bestows them with a ruthless and sharp blade of war. This allows them to greatly increase their attack power in a short period of time. and causes the opponent to generate various unfavorable negative states when attacking. Besides. As an auxiliary means of attack. The Fallen Knight also has mastered a range of ranged shadow magic. Able to meet a variety of different combat needs.

The name of this Fallen Knight of the Bloodline is "I Love the Sun". Such a fierce and strange name can't help but make me stunned---- imagine it. Suppose you see a bloodless white and chubby baby on the street, showing two little tiger teeth outside his lips at all times. Names such as "I like to rinse my mouth with garlic juice", "I like to wash my ass with holy water", or "I like to poke my heart with a sharpened oak stick" are displayed on the head. I'm sure you'll react the same way I do.

Despite being the lowest-ranking of all the people present. But the excellent equipment made up for the weakness of the young Fallen Knight of the Bloodclan to some extent: he wore a "Shadow Dragonbone Chest Armor" that increased defense by more than 360 points and life force by more than 220 points; The fiery red "Guardian of the Night" helmet on his head increases his defense by 126 and mana by 110; The luxurious cloak called "The Embrace of the Moon Goddess" draped on the back can increase defense by more than eighty points. Glows at night or in dark caves. increase the range of sight; And the most remarkable. It was the "Shadowfang's two-handed greatsword" in his hand. This heavy weapon, which resembles a long-handled battle axe, is forged from an unknown metal. The whole body has a thick, dull uniform black color. It was as if all the light around it had been absorbed. Even the sharpest edge never shone brightly. But it exudes a sharp aura all over the body. One felt that the dull black metal was emitting a sharp glow that was invisible to the naked eye. The invisible brilliance shone brightly, and it was impossible to look at it.

A crisp bell rang. The beginning of the second battle was announced. The bell has not fallen. I love the sun, so I dragged the double-edged, jagged, dark black two-handed greatsword diagonally with both hands. Striding towards the string song Yayi killing. The faint blades of the sword rubbed against the stone slabs in the ring. Distracting noises along the way. It's as if a monster is sharpening its teeth. The **---- who was already eager to bite his enemies didn't look like he was going to use his half-baked shadow magic in this battle. Instead, all the winning chips were pressed on the melee advantage of a heavily armed samurai.

"Now Zixian Geya is going to be in big trouble!" Looking at the indomitable and resolute momentum of the fallen knights of the Blood Clan. I couldn't help but shake my head. He sighed softly. We are very worried about the outcome of this battle for our elven friends.

"Not necessarily......" is probably my negativity that has caused some people to resent. Miss Fei Yin glanced at me coldly with the corners of her eyebrows. Said questioningly. “…… Xiao Xianzi's consumption in the last game was not too big. This opponent was three levels lower than him. It's still possible to win two games in a row. ”

I spread my hands and shrugged my shoulders. Wisely give up arguing with our presidents. Just snorted towards the ring. Motioned for her to see for herself to verify our rights and wrongs.

As we know. Every Fallen Knight casts some rudimentary shadow magic. For example: the level 30 spell "Shadow Blade". Even though it's a low-level attack spell. At most, it can deal less than a hundred damage to the opponent. But it's an instantaneous magic. It doesn't take any time to cast. Therefore. This spell is also the go-to skill for almost all Fallen Knight to get the first chance in battle and kill their opponents first. Of all the fallen knights I've ever seen. There is not a single person who does not use this magic as an opening skill for a battle. For the vast majority of Fallen Knights. Start the battle with a "Shadow Blade". It's not even a tactic anymore---- it's more like a tradition, a habit. It can even be called a kind of old-fashioned and unchangeable fixed ritual.

And that's not all. The Fallen Knights also have a number of ranged attack spells such as "Shadow Fang Raid" and "Shadow Sword". These spells may not be as powerful as their bursts in hand-to-hand combat. But before you get close to your opponent and fight with all your might. They are important factors in preemptively weakening the enemy's advantage over winning---- even if those advantages are not so significant. But between the killing arrays of life and death. Even the slightest advantage can make the difference between life and death for two brave souls.

In his left hand, he hides the glow of magic. And the right hand holds the sharpness of the warrior. Advance your enemies in the shadow of treacherous and cunning magic. In the end, the winner will be known as the winner with a fierce fight---- this is the battle that belongs to the fallen knights. Walk between insidiousness and bravery. Cover a blazing war spirit with a black demon cloud. With a depraved soul of an alien race, he adheres to the path of knighthood that belongs only to him.

But now. The young bloodline in the ring, known as "I Love the Sun", defies the usual fighting conventions of the Fallen Knights: he forgoes the convenience of ranged attack magic altogether. Let the oncoming arrows tear apart their flesh and skin. But he forbade the idea of a hasty counterattack. With his own perseverance, he paved a bloody road to kill the enemy. He doesn't act like a fallen knight who has a double cultivation of magic and martial arts, and has a well-founded advance and retreat. Instead, it's more like a pure melee professional. He was more of a resolute warrior than a warrior. He is more of a brave berserker than a berserker.

Take a hostile position. At this point, I can feel it more clearly. That's why he did it. By no means because he was stupid. Contrary. In doing so, he amply proved his sobriety and wisdom. Or to put it further. The Fallen Knight's decisiveness showed his deep understanding of the five-on-five duel---- he was the lowest-ranking of the ten men present. But that didn't make him a weakling in the ring. Because it seems to me. He was perhaps the most visionary of the ten people present. That's more than enough to make up for the slight gap in his ranks. This makes him a key figure in the ring.

The Fallen Knight of the Bloodline knew exactly what he was doing. He accurately measured his own strength. Knowing that he is at least ninety percent sure, he can defeat the half-elven marksman who has consumed nearly half of the elf without danger. But. Such a record is already the limit of his ability. There is no way for him to drag his scars to defeat the next opponent after a vicious battle with the chord song, ---- the gap in level and combat power. It is not something that can be eliminated by courage or brains alone.

Faced with such a situation. He actually had two options. The most common choice is to defeat the opponent as the first goal. Unleash maximum combat power at any cost. Crush enemies as fast as you can. Maximize the preservation of your own life. In preparation for the next must-lose fight---- which is the choice most people make: kill or injure the enemy. Protect yourself. The never-ending hunting between the Alliance and the Imperial warriors has made this simple and rational battle concept deeply rooted in the hearts of almost every adventurer. And then it became a fighting instinct. It permeates the blood of every hunter and prey.

However. This Fallen Knight of the Bloodline, known as "I Love the Sun", didn't do that. He threw away the skills that were more convenient for him. At the cost of half of your health. Closing in on the enemy with all your might. Enter hand-to-hand combat as fast as you can. Transform every drop of magic into the greatest amount of destruction. Trying to feel the opponent in a more sinister and "frugal" way. This tactic may greatly increase its health loss. But the benefits are obvious---- he can preserve his magic to the fullest.

Between more vitality and more magic. He didn't hesitate to choose the latter. This is the wisest way for this young bloodline. He was keenly aware of the huge difference between this five-on-five duel and the one-on-one duel we are used to: in this ring. It's not just about knocking out one of the opponents in front of us. It's about trying to wear down your opponent as little as possible. Even when there is no hope of winning. It is also necessary to create maximum damage. Create more favorable conditions for teammates who will play later.

For me who loves the sun. Lost the support of the magic. No matter how much life he preserves. It can only allow him to support the next opponent for a few more moments. The lethality that magic attack skills can produce is simply incomparable to simple ordinary attacks. Rather than so. It's better to risk your life. Give it a go in the next fight. On the contrary, it can cause more losses to the opponent---- which should be the decision of this fallen knight of the blood clan at this time.

Two ringing arrows tore open the lower abdomen of the Fallen Knight of the Blood Clan. The blood of the canopy splattered into the surface. It quickly seeped into the cracks of the stone slabs in the ring. The face is dyed a dark red.

I love the sun and don't hesitate at all. Every step he takes. Metal boots will make a decisive sonorous sound when they are stepped on hard. The sonorous sound of this resoluteness was in a string. Like an indomitable soldier. Straight straight ahead of the string song Yayi.

Facing a menacing opponent. It seems that the string song Yayi has no intention of backing down---- fact. This ring looks very wide though. But once you start to retreat. Soon it will be cornered. This had been proven by the Shadow Cultist, who had been easily defeated just now---- and he pulled another feather arrow from the quiver behind his back. Lightly on the bowstring. And then shoot steadily. Hit your opponent in the thigh.

Three arrows. More than 500 lives. I love to bask in the sun, and at such a high cost I have approached about five paces from the strings. Such a distance is close enough. It's so close that you can almost reach out and wave it. The Shadowfang greatsword can be slashed head-to-head. Deliver a ferocious blow to your opponent.

Three arrows. This already seems to be a limit. At such a distance. Even a seasoned shooter. It can only shoot three arrows. After three arrows. The initiative in the battle will change hands. Melee warriors dressed in heavy armor will have the opportunity to show off their prowess.

Until this time. Xian Ge Yayi seemed to feel some fear. He quickly turned and retreated. As he retreated, he hurriedly drew another feather arrow. Preparing for the next attack.

However. The Fallen Knight of the Bloodclan will no longer give him a chance to shoot calmly! I love to bask in the sun and rush to take a step. Hands sweep. The Shadowfang Greatsword immediately swirled out a black shadow. Swiftly slammed towards the back of the string song Yayi.

All. It seems to have been decided.

But. Is everything decided?

Not yet!

At the moment when he was about to be engulfed by a sharp black shadow. Xian Ge Yayi suddenly stopped----No. It's not just about stopping retreat. The elven archer was like a cunning and ferocious wolf at this time. Agile arched back. Bent down and turn back to the center of the shadow. His movements were so rapid. So much so that when I love to bask in the sun, I react. Xian Ge Yayi had already pounced in front of him. The distance between the two was so close that even an assassin with a dagger would feel a little oppressive.

I don't know when. The feathered arrow in the hand of the string Song Yayi has already been put on the bowstring. Bow open. Like a full moon. Held on his chest. A cluster of arrows with a terrifying silver sheen. It was clinging to the jaw of the Fallen Knight of the Bloodline.

I guess. He had never seen a cluster of arrows so clearly......

In a flash. The impermeable black shadow suddenly bloomed with a brilliant brilliance. Like a meteor sweeping through the sky. The night shrouded in black clouds instantly illuminates it.

Another sharp arrow left the bowstring. Fiercely pierced through the flesh-and-blood target. Instead, it was draped in a hideous red light. Fly straight into the air.

At a time when everyone thought he was at the end of his rope. String Song Yayi shot his fourth arrow.

Almost at the same time. Two huge balls of blood spilled all over the sky. It was as if a red rain had fallen in the center of the ring. The two men who were immersed in the bloody rain screamed at the same time. He staggered back a few steps.

I believe. For most of those present. It was probably the first time in their lives that they had seen a heavily armed knight repelled by a slender archer in hand-to-hand combat.

No other shooter is as accustomed to close combat as String Ge Yayi. Not even a warrior, a wanderer, could adapt to the kind of fight that clung to his opponent's chest like he did. Earlier, due to the limitation of his eyesight, he had to fight for his life from the wolf's kiss and cat's claws again and again, and he developed a tenacious and almost numb calm in the face of the approaching enemy. And for the control of distance and speed in this kind of hand-to-hand combat, he has a subtle sensitivity that is far superior to that of ordinary fighters. This made him cling to the lightning plane. And the in-between-fired shot the impossible fourth arrow.

The head-on arrow pierced the jaw and cheek of the Fallen Knight of the Blood. A bloody wound was left on his face. More than 270 lives were wiped out with the piercing of this arrow. The chain-to-chain helmet forged from fine iron was easily torn apart like tattered leather. The shattered iron ring "rattled" and rattled. It was as if he was trembling from the extremely dangerous arrow just now.

At this time. I love the sun and show admirable fortitude and determination. Even if it was subjected to an unexpected fierce counterattack. But he didn't hesitate. Ping raised his huge two-handed sword and rushed back. At the same time as he raised his sword and stabbed. A dark purple demonic fire suddenly appeared. Attached to the sharp blade of the sword, it burns coldly.

This "Flame of Punishment" is just a fifteenth-level small spell. Its only effect is that it can inflict a certain amount of fire damage on the Fallen Knight's weapon. But at this point. For this grim young man of the blood clan. This is one of the most affordable and practical spells. 、“--159”…… Strings of bright red numbers jumped above the head of the string song Yayi as the black giant sword continued to swing. I love to bask in the sun, and in this unequal hand-to-hand fight, I bring out the cruelest side of my race's bloodline. The black two-handed greatsword was like a hungry tongue. Greedily sucks the blood in the opponent's body.

But at the same time. He is also unswervingly implementing his firm fighting philosophy. Straight Slash, Storm Slash, Storm Slash, Chain Stab...... He's been using these low-cost, simple, and straightforward attack techniques. And never waste a single ounce of magic on skills that seem gorgeous and powerful, but are not beneficial. He truly maximized every bit of his magic power into damage to his opponents.

Fierce and calm. These two qualities seem to be in opposition to each other. At this time, it seems that it has been perfectly fused into the body of this fallen knight of the blood clan. It's hard not to feel deeply unfortunate about his opponents.

And our elven friends are a little weak after experiencing the ruthlessness at the beginning. Although he also fought back with considerable praise. But his efforts weren't enough to reverse the long-range attack class's doomed demise in hand-to-hand combat. What's more, from the very beginning of this battle, his HP was nearly half inferior to that of his opponent. It didn't take a few rounds. After struggling to shoot the last arrow. He was thrown into the ring with a slash from the sun. After all, he still couldn't extend his victory to the second game. After the first defeat. We didn't give our opponents much time to celebrate. Just when I loved the sun and was still standing on the edge of the ring, yelling at my teammates in the ring, showing off my hard-won victory. Our second player has already made his way to the ring. In his left hand, he held a one-handed warhammer studded with sharp thorns. A small, glittering dagger flipped between the fingers of his right hand. Draw out bright knife flowers. With the heavy rise and fall of the feet on the surface. The fat in his chest and abdomen was trembling. And then rippled up a circle of undulating "halos". It's not worrying about whether he has enough physical strength to climb this half-man high ring. As soon as he stepped into the ring. The originally very wide arena seemed to suddenly become a little cramped. The eyes of everyone on the sidelines seemed to be attracted by a magical magic. All of a sudden, they all gathered on him---- to be precise. When this guy is in your sight. It's really hard to have more space in your eye sockets. I remember an alchemist named Newton who once came up with a novel theory. That is, the heavier an object, the heavier. The more attractive it is in itself. What is happening before our eyes at this time. All seem to confirm the correctness of this assertion.

can instantly become the focus of the ring with such a shocking attitude. Of course it won't be anyone else. That's right. Half-orc shadow thief Yangtze River Delta. He's the next opponent the Fallen Knight of the Blood Clan in the ring.