(Add more for the "Huo Zhen is very good" brother [12/20])

"Bell"

Broken blades flew in the darkness, peeling away with a screeching sound, and the entire shattered blades from the center were scattered everywhere like irritating hidden weapons, but they didn't hit anyone.

Because the speed of the two guys who were moving at high speed and attacking each other at this time had already exceeded the speed at which the debris was spilled.

Chopan's Relic Staff had fulfilled its duty perfectly, becoming even more lethal in the hands of its new user, leaving a scar on the killer's body that had deepened the damage, but unfortunately against a transcendent creature like a vampire, the number of scars alone did not give the chance of victory.

The necessary evil of the forward piercing carried a screech, but was quickly resisted by Kuroki's cane.

The unusually vivid wolf-skulled sword carved after this homeopathic block was unsheathed again, and stabbed into Murphy's heart in a dodge counterattack, but the blow was accurately captured by Earl Cadman, and his body turned into a ball of scattered bats at the moment of the blade's stabbing, and he was perfectly dodged.

It's this strange dodge again!

Corrando's gray eyes were full of disgust.

Before, he also thought that as a powerful silver hunter, it would not take much energy to dispose of a black iron vulture, but after he actually got started, he realized that the Murphy in front of him was really a bit difficult.

"With such outstanding talent, it seems that my child died unjustly."

He didn't rush forward to attack, but stopped where he was, holding his staff in his left hand and his right hand holding the staff sword hanging low at his side, the quality of the protective leather armor on his body was quite good, it should be a high-grade protective gear, even if the blade of necessary evil only brought out insignificant scars in the multiple attacks.

But the fatal wound on his neck that was healing in a matter of seconds was a bit glaring, both for him and for Murphy, who had reunited in the darkness ahead.

Judging only from the appearance of the two at this time, Murphy is at a disadvantage.

His wounds were even more numerous, and even the huge wings of blood were torn apart and slowly healed under the influence of dark psionic energy.

"What if I told you that Chopan actually died in an accident?"

Murphy whispered:

"At that time, I didn't have so much strength to mobilize, I was very weak at that time, and I was definitely not his opponent, just like you now, the gap is visible to the naked eye."

"It doesn't matter."

Korrando moved his neck.

Little by little, his human form was disappearing, replaced by the wolf-bat form that had been released in battle, a true wilderness monster, more hideous than any other wolf venom Murphy had ever seen.

It was a monster after the giant wolf and the bat fused, it was the perfect fusion of night and wilderness.

The wolf-like head and flying mane on the neck, the rickety but muscular body, the recurved legs and the strange arms connected to the wings, and the claws that stretched out, all made the aura of Corrando even more wild and fierce.

This meant that Commander Greypaw had lost interest in the battle of skill, and he had begun to pursue victory with sheer strength, which was the way the Wolf Venoms preferred to fight.

"I don't really care how my child died, it's not because I'm cold-blooded."

Corrando's voice was muddled in the release of the wilderness monster, like the roar of a beast, and he said:

"His death at your hands proves that you are stronger than him, and I have always respected the strong, just as you should respect the power that is about to kill you at this time, it is really strange. At this time, you still don't have the slightest fear, isn't this power worth your fear? ”

"I'm sorry, I'm a man with a big heart, and I've seen something more terrible than yours."

Murphy's eyes narrowed.

He knew he couldn't put it off any longer.

Farther away from his battlefield, in the shadows of the sewers, George the Astral Giant Wolf is fighting alongside the Vulture Revnoor against the Astral Wolves summoned by Klandor, and although it is stronger than the ordinary Astral Giant Wolf, it is fighting very hard against the summoned perks that have unleashed more racial potential and been strengthened under the Silver Tier.

Clearly, George was in the same bitter battle as his owner.

Crando and his wolf pack are by no means ordinary, whether in terms of combat experience, combat skills, or absolute strength, he is more powerful than the young Murphy.

He does have the qualifications to show arrogance.

The dark pace activated, and Murphy swooped forward, the necessary evil in his hand raised but was repelled by the faster and more powerful Corrando with his sword, but Murphy did not stop.

He let go of the repulsed weapon and called for the Night Claw to move forward, and the flying magic sword smoothly entered the "double tango" mode.

The attack is more ferocious when no one is holding it, but this method that has been useful in the past has not worked as expected, and Korando seems to have been guarding against this hand for a long time.

The Night Claw, inflicted true damage, pierced into the Greypaw Commander's body, but the necessary evil of the flank attack was repelled by the Staff Sword, and the ferocious Demon Sword sped up the attack instead of being annoyed, but in the clanging of weapons, it was blocked by Klando.

Murphy's claws continued to create wounds on the Greypaw Commander, but the latter ate the attacks with his blood strength.

He really seems to be incarnated as a beast.

With a keen sense of his body, he can dodge fatal injuries every time, and in the constant attacks and dodges, it is difficult for Murphy's claws to complete the one-hit kill.

After each heart-wrenching claw puncture, those wounds heal quickly, and it is clear that Korando's self-healing power under the wolf-bat has reached a point where it is difficult for Murphy to "break the defense".

Great strength, fast speed, unparalleled self-healing power, and beastly danger perception, at this time, in front of Murphy's eyes is the fully formed fighting style of the wolf poison mobs.

Murphy decided to call it "hob meat" for the time being.

Aside from the inability to fly and its ugly appearance, there are few weaknesses that can be exploited.

"It's so resistant, why don't you change your name to Wolverine?"

The Vampire Lord grumbled in his heart, and saw an opportunity to use the Grip of Death to restrain the howling Klandor in place, and with a flash of war, he pierced Klando's heart from behind and shattered his heart, and the necessary evil pierced his neck from the front along the throat.

Crando roared and flicked his claws to break the grip of death, turned around and knocked Murphy flying with a single claw, grabbing the necessary evil and pulling it off his neck.

He seemed to have been waiting for this opportunity, and as soon as his claws clasped the necessary evil, a black psionic spell erupted from one of the trinkets wrapped around his palm.

The entire magic sword was temporarily banished from the material world in the flicker of black light, and Murphy could still sense the existence of the necessary evil, and the latter was trying to break the banishment and return to the material world, but it would take time.

The double thump has finally worked!

The boss is fucking berserk!

And he lost his main weapon himself.

Murphy, who spun around in the air and landed on the ground to unload his strength, looked up, and saw that the heart that had just been torn open by himself could still be seen visibly reshaped, and the neck that had been torn open by necessary evil was bloodied in an indescribably disgusting way.

"!"

It was the first time he had scolded so unseemly.

Is this still a der?

The unreasonable healing of this guy in front of him is obviously close to "immunity" to physical damage, and I heard that the main way to grow in the silver tier is to constantly explore the potential of the blood of the race, so the Klandor in front of him is the "devil muscleman" who was achieved after advancing the atavistic potential of the "blood of wolf bats" to the extreme?

Of course, although it seems that Crando has a strong advantage, Murphy is still keenly aware that his fatal blow just now is not without effect.

This guy's "atavism" is even more serious!

The beast nature in his eyes has overpowered the cunning and brutal midnight wisdom, the claws in his hands are almost beast claws can no longer hold the staff sword, and the whole person supports the body with thick forearms, like a real monster fused with a giant wolf and a bat, and the bloody saliva is constantly dripping from the wolf's snout teeth.

"Hmm, so the sacrifice you need in exchange for wolf venom brute force is your brain, right?"

Murphy got up on the spot, he wasn't going to fight this guy in melee combat.

It's impossible to win!

He's going to have to fight differently.

Fortunately, thanks to the constant supervision of Tracey's mother, although Murphy's progress in the field of psionics is not as good as his swordsmanship, he is no longer an apprentice-type player who can only throw the midnight orangutan big dung ball.

"Smack"

The sharp blade whip was swung up, and with the whipping of the astral beast tamer's hunting whip, the giant wolf George, who had been beaten dumbly, suddenly screamed a few times, and the extended summoning with it as the coordinate opened the door to summoning again.

More than a dozen ferocious astral wolves pounced from it, driving the wolves summoned by Corrando away.

The two groups of astral wolves launched a ferocious fight in the dark, and this was just the beginning, Murphy accurately grasped the distance, and at the same time whipped the beastly occupied by the beast, and began to summon beasts from the astral plane.

The four large-mouthed frogs that emerged from the shadows grabbed Corando's limbs, pushing him into the floating shadows as if they were pulling into the mud, and in the process of slowing down, they were caught by several astral eagles with their claws, and several frenzied baboons rushed out of the astral streamer, and they screamed to rush out but were stopped by Murphy.

Molotov cocktails were handed to the crazy and noisy creatures, and Murphy unleashed a cloud of psionic sparks to ignite them, and then watched as the frenzied baboon, screaming and screaming, rushed over like a "self-destructing warrior", smashing the Molotov cocktail as it frantically scratched at Korando.

The flames rose and entangled the entire wolf bat.

The gua sha damage from such an attack was obviously effective against Klandor, but severely delayed his attack, creating enough time for Murphy to cast his spell.

The beating obscure psionic energy flew above Count Cadman's ten fingers, the most lethal psionic spell he had yet mastered, and as the wolf bats with their fur were ignited to kill those pesky summons, and the moment they soared towards Murphy, Count Cadman stretched his fingers forward in one of the most classic spell casting moves of the Dark Sith.

He almost pressed the psionic energy in his body into this psionic lightning.

Wild, dangerous dark psionic energy burst from his fingertips, turning into dancing dark psionic lightning that poured forward.

The flying dark electricity entangled in Cleando's body like a large net with extreme paralysis and tingling, causing him to enter an irresistible state of "shock", and his whole body was numb and lost his target and crashed headfirst against the stone wall beside Murphy.

The force was so great that the rubble flew sideways, but the movements were a little out of shape when he got up in the dust.

The tiny pieces of dark lightning roamed over his fur, making it difficult for him to quickly remove the bone-eating poisonous paralysis, and the damage caused by the psionic lightning was secondarily secondary to the scorched black wound on his chest compared to the terrible restraint.

If Krendo had kept his sanity, he would have known to retreat and use guerrilla tactics to drain Murphy's psionic energy, but the increasingly frantic beastly mind was no longer capable of such a subtle tactic.

He could only be propelled by the ferocious killing intent to attack Murphy again.

It's a pity that Murphy has found the weakness of this seemingly invincible enemy.

His repaired Blood Wings flapped and lifted him into the air, and while the Bloodvulture's flight advantage was severely limited in terrain such as the sewers, the cleared area also limited the room for the venom to hide and hide.

And when faced with an enraged beast, Murphy's attack methods from a distance can be effective.

Sure enough, "flying a kite" was the right way to fight a warrior, but just as Murphy took out Scrooge's crossbow and was about to start the second phase, a cold wind suddenly blew into this dangerous battlefield.

Count Cadman turned around and saw Andre with the Blade of the Cold Fang appearing in the cold wind package.

With a wave of his hand, five frozen wolf venom hearts were thrown to Murphy, and then the Earl of White Mountain whispered:

"It may be presumptuous, but I beg you to surrender your enemies to me, Your Excellency Earl Cadman.

I need this perfect wolfbat heart to be handed over to my ancestors to prove my growth and my hunting, in order to be eligible to rebuild the faction. ”

"I said, when I was entangled with Kolando just now, you just hid and peeked, right?"

Murphy threw the Frozen Heart in his hand into the psionic bag, and said in an unkind tone:

"Are you going to be a yellow finch? Or do you think the profession of a fisherman is really suitable for you? ”

"Not as despicable as you think, I have no intention of killing two birds with one stone, but only use your wonderful battle to obtain a way for me to defeat this undead beast, after all, his strength is far superior to mine.

But I also have my ambitions!

I don't want to die here, so I have to find a chance to survive and get some loot.

Killing Klandor is a dispensable victory for you, but it means a lot to me, not to mention the fact that the blood alliance between Grand Duke Shani and Grand Duke Tris needs to be embellished with the blood of their common enemies.

It is good for both of us to give this Blood Pact with my own hands. ”

The Earl of Baishan replied quite calmly:

"Please give me this opportunity, and I promise that I and my faction will be your loyal subordinates in the next battle of the Black Calamity.

Swear in the name of my ancestor hero King Boris!

We will deliver on our promises. ”

"Huh"

Murphy deftly dodged the devotion from the deadly wolf bat in the air, and smashed a charged psionic lightning bolt into it, renewing its newly faded "paralyzing sluggish" negative status.

He glanced at Andre, who had apparently activated some kind of winter power that was not a vampire, and said:

"Although Korrando's weakness is a proven weakness, with his destructive power under the wolf-bat nature, you may die if you touch it with his claws.

Do you really have the consciousness to step into the tip of the knife dance? ”

"I can only answer you, I have my ambitions!"

Andrei strode forward with cold fangs in hand.

As he stepped into the darkness, the cold wind that entangled him suddenly intensified, and layers of whirling frost swept across the ground like a tide of extreme frost, allowing the visible hoarfrost to descend.

"He's yours, careerist.

You owe me a poem of the dawn of Translasia, don't die here, or I will have a hard time explaining it to Madame Shane and your sister. ”

Murphy flew off the battlefield in the frost slap, and when he landed, he reached out and grabbed it, and Corrando's staff fell into his hand, and he returned to the scabbard of his hand, leaving it without looking back.

He gave up this victory in exchange for a temporarily usable force, and the transition from warrior to ruler was smooth, and he had no shortage of this victory to prove himself.

But Andrei really needed it.

Where Murphy fought, he held his fangs and looked at the ferocious wolf bats in front of him, the most dangerous creatures he had ever faced since he was a child.

Second only to his sister.

"The winter wolves roaming the wilderness are as dangerous as you, but they are much more handsome than you."

The Count of White Mountain whispered:

"I will make you a gift, your heart to my ancestors, and your head to my sister, and she will see me grow up and bring me closer to her. I can be the shadow under that throne, the only shadow.

I'll follow in her footsteps.

And you!

It is the first step in this ambition! ”

(End of chapter)