Bled River Valley

Wittstein, the hand of death, and the nine-star silver moon warrior Dalslow followed the trail all the way, traveling day and night without a moment of rest. ※%※%,

When they arrived at the valley, even though both of them were very strong, they felt a little exhausted after running thousands of kilometers in a row.

At this moment, the dark elf first saw the opponent.

"Look at that, on the stone pillar!" Dalslow pointed to a weathered fossil pillar in the distance. Through the wind and sand in the valley, he could see a figure standing at the top of the pillar.

At this time, it was so openly that it appeared in the dangerous valley, and there was only one explanation. The person in front of him was their target of tracking thousands of miles.

Wittstein also found his opponent, and with a "scream", a high-hot steam gushed out of his armor, causing him to stop the momentum of rushing forward in an instant and stood firmly.

"It's him." Wittstein's tone was very certain. He had been to Ximu Town, found local mercenaries to learn about the specific situation, and knew the characteristics of this human warrior named Rollin.

The mercenaries gave him the description of "at least 1.9 meters tall, strong but not bloated, wearing unique leather armor, and majestic." This description is exactly in line with the person in front of him.

"He is waiting for us." Dalslow also stopped, took a deep breath, and raced against time to adjust his physical condition.

Since the other party was waiting for him, it means that he was prepared and was in the best condition. They rushed from afar and were exhausted, so they were flawed by the other party.

"It's okay!" Viteslo looked around and pointed to a twenty-meter-high stone pillar a hundred meters away in front and said, "I will go there and use magic muskets to interfere with the opponent's fighting rhythm. If you can force him to reveal his flaws, I can also kill him with one blow!"

Dalslow nodded. He pulled out the two scimitars on his back, waved them casually, and burst out silver sword flowers. At the same time, a silver-white stream of light appeared on the surface of his body. The stream of light began to flow around his body in a precise trajectory, and the speed became faster and faster. Finally, the tracks were blurred, forming a light shield similar to smoke.

This is the Nine Star Defense Magic: Meteor Mist. It is very strong and aggressive, and can annihilate things that come into contact with light shields. Even Wittstan is not sure whether his magic musket can break it with one blow.

After the appearance of defensive magic, Dalslow no longer used magic. He held the knife in his hands and leaned forward slightly, stepped on the ground with his toes, and began to run forward.

He ran very fast, almost without hesitation, looking from a distance, as if flying on the rocky surface of a river valley, as light as the wind.

Wittstein followed him, ran with him for more than a hundred meters, and then climbed up the stone pillar he had been optimistic about. When he reached the top of the stone pillar, he knelt on one knee, and the metal on his wrists flowed rapidly, forming a long magic musket. The barrel of the musket was at least one meter long and shined with a dark blue metallic luster, which was one of the weapons he had checked in Prince Gogel's mansion.

He then put the musket flat in his hand and skillfully pressed a bullet more than ten centimeters long and thick with his thumb into the bullet cabin. Then he turned the gun head and aimed at the figure on the stone pillar not far away.

Everything was ready, he spoke and shouted to Dalslow, "I'm in place!"

Darslow nodded and rushed towards Rollin's location.

Luo Lin was preparing to fight, and without any hesitation, he jumped down from the stone pillar.

When he was in mid-air, he did not draw the sword or even made any defense. He just put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

For Wittstein, this was an excellent attack opportunity, because the opponent was in mid-air and had nowhere to leverage his power, so he naturally could not dodge his attack. If anyone else had dared to do this in front of him, he would definitely shoot and use powerful bullets to smash the opponent's body into two pieces!

But this time, he waited for his opponent to land on the ground, but he did not pull the trigger because he was not sure.

The wind in the valley became louder, whirring, rolling the wind and sand, as if cheering for this rare peak showdown in the dark area.

Rollin began to speed up his pace. His steps were very big and heavier. Every step he took would inevitably splash with gravel, and there would inevitably be a slight tremor on the ground. It was completely two extremes with the light and flowing dark elf.

At the beginning, the distance between the two sides was about 200 meters, but for the two people fighting, this distance was nothing. In less than three seconds, the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters.

Luo Lin still did not draw his sword. His hand was placed on the hilt of the sword, and his fingers were moving gently, as if he was adjusting his best condition, and he seemed to be just moving at will. Both of his opponents could not understand his intentions.

The dark elf Darslow's scimitar changed slightly, and changed from the previous position of being horizontal to the horizontal blade. Some strange things began to appear on his scimitar. Arcs of light like silver electric snakes appeared, wrapping around the blade, and then extending into the air, hitting the air, making a "crackling" sound.

"Hey!" The dark elf let out a muffled roar from his throat, slashed forward with both swords, and two sharp arcs sucked towards Luo Lin like whips, and a very spicy smell emanated from the air.

Wittstein also took action at the same time, and a "boom" sounded, and nearly half a meter long flame spewed out of the barrel of the magic musket in his hand. A dazzling red light drilled out of the barrel and flew towards the opponent who was still rushing forward at an extreme speed.

For a moment, two terrible attacks were launched at Luo Lin.

At the same moment, Luo Lin's hand suddenly clamped the hilt of the sword, and his eyes, which were originally slightly narrowed, suddenly shining with light. In the dry air of the river valley, a large number of snowflakes suddenly condensed out of thin air, sweeping with the wind and sand.

Cloud pattern sword unsheathed.

The temperature of the air decreases like an avalanche, and the density of snowflakes increases rapidly. At this moment, it actually makes people feel illusioned of being in a frost and snow country.

Dark elf Darslow was the first to be hit. Affected by the extreme low temperature, his footsteps instinctively paused. A crack appeared on the originally flawless attack.

Faced with a master like Rollin, any imperfection of martial arts is fatal. There is no room for compensation.

After a moment, in the dark environment of the dark area, a cold light flashed violently, illuminating the entire empty river valley in an instant. The entire sky became snow-white at this moment, just like a flash of lightning that suddenly passed through the sky when lightning and thunder were roaring.

Legendary combat skills: flash.

The vortex ice power mixed with the power of frost magic and anger was driven with all the strength, supported by Luo Lin's power of up to 2,000 points, and was always enduring on the road of charge. The pure murderous intent condensed in his heart was the foundation, Luo Lin tried his best to fire this sword.

The opportunity for this sword to be cut was just in the flaws in the dark elf’s pace, and the opponent had nowhere to hide.

A sword arc like crystal glass was drawn from the tip of the cloud-patterned sword sword, and it just hit the flying line of fire, directly slashing the line of fire into nothingness. The sword arc continued to fly out, tangenting towards the body of the dark elf Nine Star Silver Moon Warrior at an unimaginable speed, igniting his defensive magical meteor mist and passing through the dark elf's body.

This glass sword arc continued to fly forward, and it continued to fly out for more than fifty meters before it dissipated into the air.

"Shou" Luo Lin withdrew his sword. He made a mistake and gave in to his position beside him. He avoided the dark elf's upper body flying over without control. As for the dark elf's lower body, he fell into the cracks of the rock and got stuck.

As for the arc drawn from the opponent's sword, it was unable to draw on Luo Lin after all because of the disappearance of the spellcaster. It collapsed unwillingly into a flash of light with little lethality ten centimeters above Luo Lin's head, and was easily blocked by the faint white light surrounding Luo Lin's body.

Rollin did not continue to do anything. He looked up at Wittstein on the stone pillar and asked indifferently: "Hand of Death?"

Wittstein held a magic musket, but he didn't dare to shoot again. He nodded mechanically, as if he had answered Rollin's question.

"Leave your armor and collect the body for him." Luo Lin said. In his eyes, the physical strength of this Silver Moon Warrior is equivalent to that of a quasi-saint, and the power of this electric samurai is stronger, reaching 1,500. If it were him in the past, it would be difficult to deal with it, but now it is different from the past.

And the armor on this man is really a good thing. If possible, he will take it back and study it carefully.

Wittstein gritted his teeth and refused: "Impossible, unless I die!"

"Then you die!" Luo Lin sneered, suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the direction of the stone pillar.

The weapon in Wittstein's hand changed rapidly, from the previous magic musket to a two-handed giant sword that was nearly two meters long. Then he jumped down from the stone pillar and rushed towards Rollin.

When he rushed, Luo Lin's lips showed a disdainful sneer.

The warriors in the dark world have his strengths and weaknesses. For example, the goblins' motorized warriors, they easily possess powerful power with their powerful armor, but their control over power seems to be extremely crude to the real strong man.

Just like this goblin, with a power of up to 1,500, he only has the same sword skills as ordinary warriors. As for the holy-level martial arts of Vortex, he knows nothing.

People say that killing people is like chopping wood, but this goblin really does killing people as a hard work of chopping wood.

A few seconds later, the two swords intersected, and the cloud-patterned sword wrapped in the snowflake curve in Luo Lin easily knocked away the heavy sword in the goblin's hand. The 500-strong suppression and superb power control are not empty.

After knocking off the heavy sword, Rollin wanted to learn about the goblin with one sword, but when he was about to come, he suddenly changed his mind. The long sword that was originally tangent to the opponent's neck suddenly turned and slapped the back of the sword at Wittstan's head.

With a "bang", Wittstein was shot for more than 30 meters away, and his body hit the stone pillar he had just jumped off and fainted. The armor on his body was powerful. After withstanding this heavy blow, he did not get any damage, and still protected his master.

However, his master had lost consciousness, and no matter how strong the armor was, it was useless at this time.

Rollin walked up, pulled out the heavy sword inserted on the ground, picked up the fainted Wittstein, and returned to the crack of the rock where the goblin engineer was hiding.

Throwing the Death Hand to the Goblin Engineer, Rollin ordered: "Wilzac, find a way to take off his armor intact."

The goblin engineer was surprised at first, and then said submissively in a sharp voice: "Sir, this is not a problem at all, look at me!" (To be continued...)

ps: Today's third update
Chapter completed!