Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 417 Blasphemy
"Pardo, do you still have this way of fighting among wizards?" Thorn glanced at the two wizards who were still wrestling on the grass, and lightly patted Lilia's shoulder with his hand, indicating with serious eyes She must stop laughing, then looked at the little wizard and asked in a low voice.

At this time, the wizard Randall of Iron Horse Town was riding on the body of the wizard Corant of the Black Pearl Forest. Both sides were covered in blood, pinching each other's neck, refusing to give in, as if there was some deep hatred.

It can be seen from this that something sad happened to these two people when they were in the Wizarding Union.

"Ah?" The little wizard Pardo was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately reacted, and directly used the spell to transmit sound:

"In low-level wizard duels, if the strength of two wizards is not much different, there will often be an embarrassing phenomenon that both parties have used up all their spells, and neither can do anything to the other.

In this case, unexpected melee attacks can often reap unexpected effects.However, the arrogant wizards of the original residents all call themselves 'decent people', so... they shouldn't be as crazy as the two of them. "

After Pardo finished speaking, he looked towards the center of the field, just in time to see Corant kicked on Randall's ass, who was suppressed under him. on him.

"Hurry up and pull them away. It's unreasonable to keep fighting like this." The lord of Iron Horse Town, Helm, saw that his men were at a disadvantage, and hurriedly said to the three knights around him.

Hearing this, the three quickly walked towards the center of the field without any hesitation.

At the same time, the people in the Black Pearl Forest obviously couldn't stand it anymore, and they also sent people to rush over.

In this way, a duel between wizards and wizards finally came to a dramatic end.

Thorne subconsciously glanced at the wizard Randall who was dragged over.

It was found that the other party's neatly combed hairstyle was covered with weeds like a pheasant's nest, and the high collar had been torn to pieces. In addition to a few scratches on the face, there was a bruise on the bleeding right ear. Visible tooth marks.

Although Randall seemed miserable, most people lowered their heads very cooperatively when he walked over, so as not to embarrass him.

After all, this wizard was fighting for the people of the Emerald Field. If he could still laugh out loud on this occasion, it would be too chilling.

That's why Thorn reminded Lilia beside him.

At this time, Sarajan subconsciously turned his head to look at the two uneasy guys, the savage personality Howe and the bard who were still lying on the grass and thinking about life. What a wise choice to recover.

Immediately afterwards, a doubt surfaced in his heart.

The duration of the magic control technique cast by the Archbishop of the God of War is too long, right?So what level of her strength has reached?
Sarayan took a deep look at Aleena who looked calm in the distance, and forcibly shifted his attention to the ensuing battle.

There are only two people left in the Black Pearl Forest, and besides the two who did not play, there is also a war troll whose physical strength has recovered.

Three against two, naturally occupy an absolute advantage.

"This time it's my turn." Ishak from Stallman Town came out first.

"Be careful, this elven monk's advanced profession is Dancing Monk, and his strength has reached the third level." Thorne reminded Ishak in a solemn tone.

Ishak's strength is a level 10 fighter who also works as a level 5 monk. There is still a gap between him and the elf monk who has reached the third level in a single profession. The only advantage he relies on is the attribute improvement brought by the blood of Balor. and flight capabilities.

"I will deal with it carefully." Ishak nodded solemnly, then spread the demon wings behind him, leaped, and flew to the very center of the field.

"Hi, I'm Ishak from Stallman Town." Seeing the elf monk walking slowly onto the field, Ishak clasped his hands together and bowed to him.

"Front of Deep Rock City." The elf monk returned the salute to Ishak with the same gesture.

锋？
Thorne was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to like such a strange monosyllabic name.

"Please give me your advice." Ishak unfolded the wide dark red leather wings behind him, and drew out the two fine gold one-handed swords hanging from his waist.

"I dare not be ashamed." The elf monk gently drew out two scimitars, and assumed a strange fighting posture, as if he was about to perform a wild dance, his expression remained indifferent as before.

The duel between Ishak and the elf monk was not as boring as facing each other for so long as expected.

The moment the elf monk got ready, Ishak took the lead, and as a gust of wind passed by, he flapped his dark red leather wings and floated into the air.

Obviously, he was planning to take advantage of his own flight and attack it condescendingly.

——"Supernatural ability: Barlow's flame protection!"

Immediately afterwards, Ishak, who was floating in mid-air, was instantly covered with a layer of flames that smelled like sulfur. The pungent smell made most of the onlookers subconsciously cover their mouths and noses.

A heat wave swept across the area around Ishak, and bursts of scorching breath erupted. This warrior with the blood of Baro's demon blood was like a big fireball hanging in the sky and ignited a raging flame. The light and heat emitted were stronger than sunlight. more dazzling.

It can be seen from this that Ishak knows very well how to use his special abilities to deal with the difficult enemies in front of him.

The elf monk is a melee professional. Facing Ishak who is burning with flames all over his body, whenever the two of them make contact attacks, they must first bear the damage caused by the flames.

Although this kind of flame is not as outrageous as imagined for a third-tier monk professional.But as the time between the two fights is infinitely extended, unless the elf monk can be completely immune to fire damage.Otherwise, the burning flames would be his greatest threat.

It can be seen from the expression of the elven monk who gradually changed from indifference to seriousness that he has no effective way of resisting Ishak's flame.The only way is to end this battle as quickly as possible.

After all, he is a monk and does not have the ability to cast spells and divine spells.

If it was Thorn, it only needed a one-ring ranger magic "resistance to energy damage" to easily solve it.

The people in the Emerald Field were not surprised by Ishak's flame protection, but the people in the Black Pearl Forest were surprised.

Even the black-robed woman whom Thorne suspected had some kind of deal with the abyssal demon kept lingering on Ishak, her calm black eyes flickering from time to time.

——"Spell-like ability: Fireball!"

Ishak, who was floating in the air, was the first to attack. Facing the elven monk who did not have the ability to fly, he could condense the small fireball in his hand to the size of a washbasin without any scruples.

Obviously, as a tiefling with the blood of Balor, Ishak, like Thorne, has inherited many special abilities.

"Boom!"

The dazzling fireball dragged a slender tail flame and roared towards the elf monk. With a loud noise, it exploded on the grass like a howitzer.

The elf monk, who had been prepared for a long time, jumped back and flexibly avoided the explosion range of the fireball.Except for the mud splashed on his body, the raging high temperature and the impact of the explosion didn't hurt him at all.

However, his expression became more dignified than when he was dodging the fireball, so that he ignored the few grains of fresh dirt that splashed on his face and could be easily shaken off with just a subconscious movement.

Amidst the pungent gunpowder smoke, a fiery figure of a demon appeared in a trance.

This figure stretched wide blood-red wings, like a fast boat galloping across the water, instantly cut through the thick smoke, wrapped in bursts of scorching wind, and moved towards the dignified elf warrior at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye. The monk rushed up.

"Clang! clang! clang! clang!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal collisions sounded one after another, and the figure of the elf monk was also engulfed by the raging flames.

I saw that he was enduring the pain of being burned by the flames all over his body, and the two phantom-like double blades in his hands slashed through deadly cold lights, forcing Ishak to back again and again. He didn't entangle too much, but He took the opportunity to distance himself from this humanoid flame.

The elven monk who distanced himself from Ishakla immediately extinguished the burning flames on his clothes. He could clearly feel the few confrontations just now. His hair and brows were all baked into a withered yellow by the flames, like weeds in winter , The exposed skin also felt a slight burning pain.

It can be seen from this that this elven monk has not yet mastered the "Vajra Soul" of the monk profession, a special ability that can greatly increase his magic resistance, otherwise he would not be afraid of these flames.

The dignified elven monk vigilantly watched Ishak who flew into the air again, took a deep breath, and while adjusting the energy of Qi in his body, he clenched the two flickering scimitars in his hands.

"Boom!"

A fireball trailing flames in the sun hit the place where the elf monk was avoiding again, accompanied by a deafening sound, the pungent sulfur smell and thick green smoke drifted out from the blasted earth pit, filling the air. in the surrounding air.

The moment Ishak's demon figure covered by raging fire descended from the thick smoke again, the elf monk waved two scimitars in his hand and chose to take the initiative to meet him.

——"Wild Dance!"

I saw his swift and fierce posture as if he was dancing wildly on the blade, and every inadvertent movement brought a flash of sword shadows. The moment he collided with Ishak, the wild sword shadows around the elf monk raged wildly , directly splitting the flames that were trying to engulf his body.

"Clang clang clang!"

Dense swords, lights and swords sounded one after another, and Ishak was once again forced by the wild and swift attack of the elf monk to hold on.

Without the threat of the Flame Shield, the elven monk's attacks would never stop like a storm. Even though Ishak had the ability to attack with both hands and wings at the same time, he still couldn't get any advantage from the opponent.

"Whoosh!"

Relying on the advantage of his own strength, Ishak abruptly pushed aside the twin knives of the elven monk, and then jumped forward, his wide wings suddenly spread out, and his demonic figure galloped towards the sky again.

"boom!"

However, the elven monk chased after him without showing any weakness, and saw his left foot kicking the ground suddenly, his arms waving the scimitar opened, and his body soared into the air like a swallow.

With this sudden leap, he flew higher than Ishak.

Immediately afterwards, the elven monk flexibly twisted his body in mid-air, and with the help of his falling force, the two scimitars that dazzled in the sun flashed away in front of Ishak who was caught off guard.

——"Fall lightly!"

Afterwards, the galloping body of the elf monk suddenly stopped, and slowly fell down.

Ishak felt the tingling pain of the blade passing by his neck, and broke out in a cold sweat.

So he immediately put away the flames all over his body, put the two one-handed swords into the scabbards, and then flapped his wings and landed on the ground, clasped his hands together and bowed to the elf monk: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your mercy."

"Accepted." The elf monk adjusted his rapid breathing rate, regained his indifferent demeanor, and bowed in return.

Then, Ishak, who failed in the duel, voluntarily withdrew from the battle field.

"This elven monk has at least mastered the "Advanced Two-Weapon Attack" and the "Double Skillful Hands" feat above the proficient level, and then cooperates with the "Glancing Wind Combo" unique to the monk profession and the "Slashing Blade" of the Dervish Monk. "Ability, I can't keep up with his attack rhythm at all. "

Ishak walked up to Thorne, shook the wings behind him, smiled wryly, and said helplessly.

Although he has 50% of the blood of the Barlow flame demon, resulting in different degrees of strengthening of his physical attributes and strength attributes, but his attack speed is his blemish, and he has no specialties such as "two-weapon combat". Fully grasp.

And he is not like Thorne's ranger profession. As the level increases, he can directly obtain this ability, which can only be mastered through continuous training.

"I know, thank you for your hard work." Thorn patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said without paying too much attention: "You can push this third-level elf monk to this level with your second-level strength. Very nice."

"Swinging Blade" can make the scimitar in the hands of elf monks more flexible, while "Wind Combo Strike" is a special ability that greatly increases the attack frequency. "Weapon Combat" and the proficient "Double Hands", combined with the exclusive move "Wild Dance" of the Dervish Monk, is indeed a very difficult opponent.

Thorne thought that with his sword skills and attack speed, he could only take a break in front of this elven monk.

"Although it is said that speed is the only thing that can't be broken in martial arts in the world, I don't think so. I think that no matter how fast the elf monk attacks, he will not retreat when he meets me." At this time, the war troll Kehando came out and answered: "So let me meet him first."

After speaking, he carried a two-meter-long epee and walked up.

War Trolls!

Seeing the war troll Kohando approaching, the elf monk froze for a moment with an indifferent expression, then put away the scimitar, bowed slightly to the war troll, and stepped back.

"..."

The war troll Kohando, who was standing with his sword, was stunned on the spot when he saw the elf monk voluntarily withdrawing.

After a while, a woman covered in a black robe came out from among the whispering crowd in the Black Pearl Forest.

Seeing the black-robed woman walking out, Thorne looked over solemnly.

At the same time, the saber hanging on his waist trembled involuntarily.

The black-robed woman's eyes hidden in the hood looked at the war troll lightly, and her eyes were slightly concentrated.

The war troll met the opponent's deep gaze, and was instantly terrified, as if seeing some terrible monster.

Just when the war troll Kehando was thinking about whether to retreat, the black-robed woman took the lead in attacking.

——"blasphemy!"

An ancient devil's language whispered from the mouth of the black-robed woman. This extremely evil language seemed to contain some powerful magical power.

When she spoke a degenerate language that the war troll could not understand, an evil energy filled her body instantly, rushing towards the troll's body and mind like a tide.

Immediately afterwards, the war troll's expression changed, it seemed to be distorted, and it seemed to be crazy, and its burly body began to tremble involuntarily, as if it was enduring great pain.

"boom!"

The war troll Kohando dropped the epee in his hand, his hands stuck in his hair soaked in cold sweat, howling in pain.

Rows of dense Willpower failures flashed frequently.

Accompanied by the ancient devil's words, the war troll's body felt weak and powerless, and then the muscles of the whole body tightened, unable to move an inch, and finally unable to bear the pain, his eyes rolled over and he fell to the grass up, into a coma.

(End of this chapter)