"I'm afraid we're not welcome here," said Ouyang Dao, who followed James to the door, which was now quiet and devoid of servants and nobles. "It seems that Lord Blue Shield is ready, but I don't know if the quarter is ready," Ouyang Dao said meaningfully to James, glancing at passers-by nearby.

"Today's battle is a feast, a feast of absence," James said, with a hint of madness in his voice, he clapped his hands, just like Ouyang Dao saw half a month ago, and the people around him left. Everyone in power knew that Ouyang Dao's silence behind James made it clear that the driving force behind the attempt to destroy the Duke of Blue Shield was not the threatened Count of Light, but all the old-fashioned forces in the city. He remembered his conversation last night with a female assassin of the British army, a woman who, in a slow and calm way, introduced the history of the city, and she announced the end of Lord Blue Shield.

1000 years ago, a group of priests came to the city, they quickly built churches, they flocked to them, their power inflated like balloons, but no one dared to resist them, because they were called the Church of Light. 800 years ago, a group of hunters appeared, they had no history, no reputation for fear, but they wrote a new chapter with crossbows and long knives, reminding the world of their authority, the Guild of Hunters. For the next 700 years, the Lion City will remain the same, some families will lose power, but no one will establish a new throne.

The old city is still ruled by an archaic system, politics is decided by a noble council, and everything is negotiable. The arrival of Baron Blue Shield 100 years ago broke this situation. The Duke of Blue Shield is a military nobleman, with the first big prince behind him, the current king, who has broken too many rules in a vain attempt to be the emperor of the city. So the first Lord Blue Shield was killed. Having learned his lesson, the Blue Lord's second shield, quietly accumulating resources by playing politics within the rules, sets two goals this time, the first being to replace the oldest and weakest leader.

But the second Blue Shield Lord also did not see the truth of the matter, after the opening of the city, why was the weak Rong family able to inherit for a long time?Because they had dispersed their power, which was ruled by a nobleman in a province, and with the participation of all the powerful people in the province, as long as the terumitsu did not fall, the Lion City, everything was discussed. Blue Shield can develop its power, it can participate in parliament, it can develop its own army, but there is only one thing that is not allowed, and that is to break the system here.

Power in the Lion City must be decentralized, and anyone who tries to centralize power will be attacked. Ouyang Dao and James opened the front door, and there was a long-awaited butler standing by the pool in the foyer, a middle-aged man, standing alone, even holding two fluffy knives in his hands. "The innovator who breaks the old system will surely die, even if behind him stands the most orthodox master of the country," Ouyang Dao silently repeated the assassin's closing words, pointing ahead, and a man in a black robe stepped out of the ranks, and in the sunlight, he took off his black robe, revealing the glittering piccolo in his hand. "Welcome, gentlemen. I'm the steward of Blue Shield, what should I say? ”

The butler by the pool bowed respectfully, Ouyang Dao was not in the mood to talk to the destined person, and was about to walk past him and walk to the manor behind him. "Don't worry," James said softly, "since everyone else has bowed, we can't be rude." Gaia, it's up to you Ouyang Dao drove away the gray-haired old man, as if he was helpless, a finger waved in the air, and the dry voice of the person in the piccolo black tunic sounded in the field: "My name, bullet arrow. After saying these words, the man in the black tunic immediately raised his piccolo, and only the popping sound of "Susu" was heard in his mouth, and an invisible arrow flew through the air and landed in the pool next to the butler, causing a splash. "This is what I'm good at, please advise" The butler gently wiped away the water stains on his face, and six knives magically appeared in his hands.

"I'm good at throwing knives, please advise" As soon as the words fell, two distant figures went back and forth in the field, and only flashes of light could be seen in the air. The grass in the front yard of the Blue Shield Manor, not long ago, there were dozens of pits half a meter deep, showing the thrilling confrontation between the two people. "Let's go, what's there to see?" Ouyang Dao, who was outside the battlefield, whispered. As soon as a knife fell in front of him, leaving a small hole only a meter away from him, Ouyang Dao silently assessed his body's defensive capabilities and decided to stay out of the war.

James looked at Ouyang Dao in surprise, and there was a hint of doubt in his voice: "You, that necromancer, are watching. Wouldn't that be easier to do? If it's not a necromancer, who would want to see it? Ouyang Dao felt very embarrassed, and then he remembered that he was playing a necromancer now, and he should be a necromancer on the battlefield. Ordinary undead creatures, with only a little fighting instinct, the order of the necromancer, exert their full power. Looking at James's unbelievable face, Ouyang Dao hurriedly remedied and said, these bodies are elites after all, and their fighting instincts can't be compared to professionals at all, and they don't need me to manipulate them carefully, "Is it?" ”

James nodded in disbelief, there was indeed a big difference between professional and elite, and because he had never come into contact with elite undead creatures, Ouyang Dao didn't seem to have any objection to this. "But it's okay, it's easier to have you in command," James said, patting Ouyang Dao's shoulder encouragingly, "Use your heart to control the undead, you don't have to think about other things" "Haha... Yes, that's right" Ouyang Dao smiled, looking at the dead people as if he wanted to control them. The two men on the battlefield were still moving at high speed, except for their flying weapons, and the grass and walls around them were covered with small craters because of their rapid movement.

The two players on the field are both long-range strikers and naturally know how to deal with their pros, although the two sides are ferocious, throwing knives and needles back and forth, and not even playing with minor injuries in the real sense. Rustle. It was a flying knife that shot randomly from Ouyang Dao's ear, and in an instant, it hit a shallow pit on the wall behind him. Ouyang Dao's face turned green, James clapped his hands and said, Mr. Gaia is very resolute. I must have dodged that attack."

"Haha, right? " Ouyang Dao laughed again, this time the combat experience was almost zero, and the knife art course had not yet reached the advanced major, but in the face of the fast knife, there was no reaction. Ouyang Dao had an epiphany and came up with a good reason to avoid the battlefield. James, I don't think we can win for a while. Let's move on. After all, it's already too late. Maybe someone will come and support us and we're in trouble."

James watched from the sidelines and chuckled softly, "Don't worry," he comforted Ouyang Dao in a relaxed tone, "Just focus on controlling the dead." "The rest of the professionals, they don't dare to come. What do you mean, the others are not coming? Ouyang Dao thought to himself, and slowly walked behind James. James gave him a strange look.

"I need to control the dead wholeheartedly," he explained with a smile. "I hope you can stop the knives from flying over occasionally" James stopped smiling and solemnly agreed. Ouyang Dao nodded, clasped his hands together, his eyes closed, and sat on the grass, as if he was staring at the dead man with a heavy heart.

The gray-haired old man had his arms on his chest to form a triangle, and a cloud of yellow energy was entangled in it, forming a shield. As soon as Ouyang Dao closed his eyes, the atmosphere of the match changed, and the two sides swam around and attacked each other in a tentative singles match. Ouyang Dao had already given an order in his heart, and the figure of the bagpiper stopped in the air for a moment, and five arrows shot out as he stood still. The big butler on the opposite side had a solemn face, and no matter how much the flute player stopped attacking, the knife in his hand flew out instantly, intending to block the extremely fast flying arrow.

Ding, ding, ding. The two sides then fought again, but the piper under the control of Ouyang Dao would use all kinds of tricks from time to time, three arrows, five arrows, hidden arrows, tracking arrows... All kinds of tricks he used to blow arrows, every time the butler on the opposite side had to dodge, the panting became louder and more tired. It's been ten minutes since the Pied Pied Man fired the first five-pointed arrow. The figure of the Pied Piper suddenly stopped, and then a group of five-pointed star-shaped arrows flew out in unison.

The butler panicked and suddenly grinned, and the knife in his hand did not shoot at the arrow in the air, but stopped in the air for a very sad stage. It was clear that in order to complete the attack of the pentagram, the Piper had to stay where he was, and if the five powerful arrows fired at him were not taken into account, the butler could hit the target one hundred percent. James, on the other side of the court, giggled "death struggle" "poof", "poof", the sound of knives and arrows shooting into the flesh sounded at the same time, and the charging butler narrowly escaped two attacks, and the bagpiper stopped in the same spot, changed his position, and dodged both blows. The butler's knife flew into the bagpiper's leg, making a small hole, and the body rolled under the black robe, but the constant flight of the body was affected, and the speed of movement was greatly reduced.

In contrast, the butler, who was shot by four arrows, was very unhappy. Although the bagpiper's arrow was small, and the wound was nowhere near as severe as the knife he threw in his hand, there was a good force on the arrow, and after the stab to the flesh, it would penetrate quickly, and it would be a constant pain. Although the butler did not have a single bleeding wound on his body, he was hit by severe pain, his running movements were twisted, and he also lost the ability to move quickly.

When the Bagpiper attacks the Bagpiper, the Butler on the other side, Lord Blue Shield, strikes at him with a sharp knife, forcing the Bagpiper to stop. The situation on the battlefield became so tense that the pipers constantly attacked in vain. The butler on the opposite side even stopped moving, standing still in order to regain his strength. Ouyang Dao was a little worried when he saw that the flute player had lost the ability to move at this time, and the butler's knife was obviously more deadly than the small flying arrow.

Next to him, James, who looked resolute, saw Ouyang Dao's sad expression, and whispered to him, "What level is the Death Breath Core ready for?" Don't tell me this is a death breath core for beginners, similar to the heart of Runivan, these Runivan devices are used to strengthen corpses. It is well known that after the death of the body, as a single energy rooted in the blood, the inner breath also dies.

While most great skills require the support of inner breathing, those who work outside of physical systems also need inner breathing as energy to propel their abilities. The Death Core is an external device developed by the necromancer, similar to a battery that can be recharged repeatedly, properly installed by the necromancer before the energy is digested, and can provide a strange gray interior to the corpse. Of course, the plane controlled by the black Ouyang Dao did not have such a thing, and he gave James a reassuring look, "The core of what I am ready to do is the professional level"

He said seriously, "There is no problem supporting them in a normal battle", however, James did not let go, he continued to ask Ouyang Dao, "Then why do you seem so worried about the outcome of the battle?" "What level of core do you use?" I'm really worried about this fight, because now both sides are moving a lot slower, and each stroke of the opponent's knife leaves a small dent in the ground, and if some kind of devastating movement happens, my Pied Piper may not be able to stop it" "Haha, you're worried about this? James smiled, "The outcome of the game is determined by the first arrow," Ouyang Dao said, and as they moved slowly, Ouyang Dao looked at both sides of the field suspiciously, giving James a strange expression.

"You will see that the body that we offer to you, after all, is the elite," said the butler, bowing respectfully to the piper opposite, his eyes shining. "You're one of my few opponents in the Dark Arts realm, but you've been hit by my knife before, and I've lost your speed, and my last move is less than two" The butler's tone was full of frustration, and even though he knew that he was just a puppet, he still reported to him the name of his actions with great respect.

"The next magic trick, which I call the Knife Dance, will be extremely swift and deadly" The butler's arm flew in the air, and a stream of black and silver energy erupted from his arm, and the softer knife instantly broke into pieces, combining with the black and silver energy flying around. This black-silver energy met the shards of steel, and when they were combined, something magical happened, and the endless invisible energy turned into real steel. In this area of the butler's arm, hundreds of knives are fired in unison!

James laughed from a distance, "There is too much dispersion of power, there is no rhythm in the attack, does this technique deserve to be called a stroke of genius?" "Well, look at the horrors of the elite bagpipers, Gaia, and let this terror befall the world" "A thousand arrows from hedgerows! ”