"What's wrong with this horse?" The knight shook and came down from the horse's back, and saw a black shadow pounced on him. He shrank himself under the shield, and then pushed him out with the shield as a wall. The black shadow also hit the shield hard and continued to push forward.

Geros roared, his shoulder against the shield, grabbed the edge of the shield with one hand and prevented it from slipping away, while pushing hard. "Dagon! Come on Dagon!"

Dagon broke open the door and rushed into the house. There was a resident inside. His father protected his wife and children, holding a firewood-slicing axe in his hand, with a firm look and nervous look. Dagon got up and glared at him, indicating that he had noticed him. Then, he picked up the hunting axe on the ground, turned around and rushed back to the battlefield.

A cemetery warrior hiding behind a shield was pushed and sliding on the ground, and he was facing his back to himself. The warrior drew his sword and was about to poke Jerous with his shield, so Dagon immediately roared and rushed up with his hunting axe.

This roar made the Shield Knight realize his own danger. He could poke Geros to death, but that meant that he would not have the chance to block Dagon again, and he would definitely die. He had to make a choice, while holding Geros as much as possible, then swinging his sword and focusing more on Dagon. At the same time, Dagon could only choose to fight him. Between trying to decide the winner and not giving his sword free, he had to choose the latter to ensure that Geros could be relatively safe.

The hunting axe and the long sword had several brief collisions, and the long sword was temporarily safe with flexibility. At this moment, Jerus pressed his shield with his body, stabbed the knight under the helmet with a flying knife, and directly pierced the blood vessels and trachea in his neck, then stroked and pushed it casually. The knight fell to the ground, and blood flowed out of the gap in the helmet, dyeing the ground red.

"There are two left." Dagon smiled, and Jelos was shocked. He raised his feet and kicked Dagon hard, which was the greatest strength in his life. Dagon, the Jiangu tribe, was kicked out - mainly because he didn't think about fighting this force - and sat down on the ground.

A flash of lightning shot towards the streets. Dagon clearly saw Jerous's pale face, and saw his clothes and skin burning in the lightning and explode. The captain of the Golden Dog Caravan was knocked out like a toy doll, and fell into a pit formed by mud and water with a thud, and lay motionless.

"I actually dodge one." Borge felt a little disappointed. He had already dropped his shield, his sword was still hanging on his belt, and between his two deerskin gloves, several small bundles of lightning were still jumping. He looked up at the sky and shook his hands quickly, so that the elements around him would not be so dense and dense. "You can't lead lightning. You go to close combat, I'll go under the eaves and take the opportunity to give him a shot."

Dagon turned over, lowered his body and dragged his head-hunting axe, and drew an arc to approach the enemy. A knight rushed over with a sword and shield. Borge looked at the situation on the field and pulled out his sword with a smile. "Dwarf, do you want to save these people? If you don't put down your weapons, they will die."

Three horses were carrying three dwarves behind their backs. They were tied with their hands and feet and stuffed their mouths. At this moment, they had been knocked out and were unconscious. When they were at a disadvantage just now, Dagon and others had no energy to solve the problem of the three dwarves, and could only pray to God Aoli for blessing. At this time, although these three dwarves did not know whether they were life or death, they obviously became hostages controlled by Borge.

Dagon ignored Borge's threat, and he dared not pay attention. Any wavering would only increase Borge's confidence and put the dwarf in danger. The sword and shield knight was approaching. His martial arts were very stable. He would not attack without an absolute advantage. Everything was to protect his own safety first, and he would try to hold Dagon as much as possible and distract him from his attention. The shield was very steadily, and the long sword only attacked half. He didn't even want to stab Dagon at all. Everything was looking for opportunities to hold it, entangle or suppress the hunting axe. He believed that as long as he could tangle for a moment, lightning would solve the dwarf in front of him.

"A female dwarf," Borge said to Dagon with a smile: "This is not your relationship or daughter, right? You dwarfs all look the same, and it is difficult to tell the difference between ages, but each has its own characteristics when dying."

He raised his sword high in order to let Dagon see the shining sword edge clearly. Borge's proud face, cruel smile, and confident that he would win in the end were even more ferocious against the backdrop of lightning.

"No!" Dagon roared, pounced on his opponent, held the blade with his body, and stabbed the head-hunting axe to his thigh. This was an unreasonable exchange, and this was a desperate choice that would only be possible when trying to break the deadlock. Just as Dagon's shoulder was pierced by the long sword, an arrow shot from the roof, drew a parabola, and drilled downwards on Borge's arm like eyes, and drilled hard from the armpit without armor protection.

The sword was removed, and Borge's eyes were wide open, unbelievable. The arrow penetrated his clothes and skin and penetrated his lungs, which had seriously affected his breathing. He felt that his right chest was getting heavier and heavier, and the feeling of drowning and suffocation became heavier. He pulled out the arrow, and what came out was not blood, but clusters of pink foam.

Another arrow flew over, hit the helmet, and tilted out. Tess spat on the roof. She waved at Dagon, bent her bow and shot an arrow, and finally found a gap in the groin of the sword and shield knight. The armor of these knights was so good that the influence of this rainy day on the power of the bow and arrow was too great, and she felt that it was powerful and could not be used.

The opponent's staggering footsteps were caught by Dagon. He finally got rid of the sword and shield knight in front of him, at the cost of being injured in his left shoulder and could not be lifted at all. He could not use a long-handed weapon like the Hunting Axe with one hand, but Dagon still carried it and raised it flat on his shoulder. He saw the half-elf Tess, but he also knew that in this weather, Tess couldn't help much, and she had to hurry down from the roof to avoid being struck by lightning. Moreover, the ground is now one-on-one, one-handed against one hand, Dagon feels that his advantage is even greater.

He held up his hunting axe and started running forward, making a gesture of throwing a javelin. Borge roared: "I haven't fallen yet! Don't underestimate me!" and generated lightning in his hand. Both of them had the ability to solve their opponents in a ranged state, and they knew that they might have only one chance. So Dagon mobilized all his mana, released the "scroll" characters, and took the lead in attacking Borge's eyes.

Borge stared at Dagon, even though he knew it would be shining into his eyes. He clearly noticed that the dwarf had signs of throwing weapons, so he moved to the side while flashing. Dagon actually made a fake move, and his throwing action was deliberately slowed down by half a beat. After confirming Borge's dodge direction, he actually took action. The hunting axe flew out with Dagon's physical strength, and the lightning beam flew over with Borge's magic power.

Lightning could not dodge, and no one could dodge that fast. But Dagon knew that lightning would come and he could defend. Under the power of mana, the wet mud and soft soil on the ground covered it, covering Dagon's chest for the first time. At this moment, he seemed to have become a sculpture, and in the next moment, he turned into a broken sculpture.

The explosion shining with lightning destroyed the sculpture formed by the wet mud, as if an egg was exploded, and Dagon was the yolk that was blown out. He rolled twice, lay on the ground with a thunderbolt, and his whole body was filled with blue smoke. The original sculpture was only two burnt leg shells, which were still emitting blue smoke in the thunderstorm. On the other side of the battlefield, the hunting axe poked beside Borge, and it was not able to hit it.

"Despicable Dwarf! I don't know what you are thinking? I've expected it! You want to deceive me in the direction of dodging." Borge said with a smile while vomiting blood: "You missed it, hahaha, you're dead."

Dagon was still lying on the ground and motionless. At this time, if he could still move, there would be a ghost. The power of lightning wandered in his body, and his muscles were all paralyzed. Although his mind kept sending instructions to move his body, none of these had any effect.

New lightning gathered again in his palm, his hideous smile illuminated. At this moment, an extremely short figure rushed over from the darkness and threw a (for it) large sack.

The sack disintegrated in the air, and it turned out to be just a piece of broken canvas. The canvas was wrapped in many "u", all of which were horseshoes, flying towards Borge. The horseshoes representing luck in folk customs are flying, and the elements in the air gathered with laughter. Borge twisted his gaze slightly, and he saw the arc of electric leaping on the metal horseshoes, and he heard the cheerful laughter of thunder clouds.

A thunder fell from the sky, swallowing the lightning in Borge's hand in one bite, and also swallowing Borge. The lightning came and went quickly, and it completed the blow in the blink of an eye. Borge was still standing in his original position, with a few red horseshoes hanging on his body, and then he also began to burn.

Dagon shook his body, supported the ground with one hand, slowly raised his head with difficulty. He saw Toby pick up a spear from the ground and carefully poked Borge. The lord of White Horse Town fell down without resistance, and the rain poured on his face that was already difficult to distinguish, only the teeth in the smoker were still in their original color - or more crystal clear.

Win. Dagon thought to himself. It was so difficult. He stood up tremblingly and patted his legs with his right hand that could only move. Tess had already come down from the roof, and she was indeed lucky to not be struck by lightning. The half-elf first rushed towards Geros to check his injuries. Seeing her crying and laughing, he knew Geros was not dead yet.

The left shoulder may have a fracture, but it is worth it to be able to save the person. Toby used a knife to separate the ropes and found the keys on the knight to open the shackles. The three dwarves were injured to varying degrees, but the fractures and sprains and contusions all had hope of recovery. There was no way to lose their heads. Several people looked at each other, either with their own strength or by relying on their companions to stand up and get together.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves and grunts gradually approached from the intersection where Borge had come before. Two beautiful white horses were pulling an exquisite carriage decorated with light green leaves. Its luxury was far beyond its practicality. The car did not have a driver, but it parked steadily and accurately five steps away from everyone. The door opened, and a beautiful female elf looked at them with a smile.

The heavy rain circled around the roof of the carriage, and there was no drop of water that dared to approach the female elf without permission.
Chapter completed!