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Chapter 86 Bloodthorn Guard

Bloodthorn Guard.

This is a special unit specially formed by the king to reverse the disadvantage. Its members are all elite soldiers from the lower ranks, and their bodies are implanted with explosive magic stones.

They had only one mission: to find the Empire's official professionals on the battlefield and exchange their lives for them.

Although he didn't know why this group of people identified him as an Imperial soldier, Roland had no choice and didn't think he would have time to explain.

when-

A sharp hiss rang out, and Roland drew his sword to retaliate, severing the weapon that was being thrust at him. The silver blade swept across the Bloodthorn soldier's thigh, but did not penetrate further into his artery.

The exploding magic stone senses the host's condition. If it explodes and triggers a chain reaction, he will most likely be buried in this mountain range along with the already dead spellcaster.

But when he didn't kill him, the guard became even more excited.

"Brothers, kill this imperial dog!!!"

A roar echoed through the pass, and the remaining six Bloodthorn Guards charged forward, their boiling killing intent driving them toward Roland.

Roland's expression turned cold.

He did not retreat, because in the time it took to do so, the imperial soldiers behind him had caught up and seen the scene unfolding before them.

With enemies on both sides, he had no choice but to fight his way out from one side.

Then pick the softest one to squeeze!

laugh-

As the blade sliced ​​through the air, the guard at the front screamed as his arm holding the longsword was severed. Before he could react, he felt a force on his shoulder and was sent flying into the air.

His body arced through the air before landing amidst the pursuing imperial soldiers, where he was instantly pierced by seven or eight weapons.

boom!!!

An explosion rang out from behind. Roland's black robes fluttered, and a faint white light appeared on his sword blade as he slashed upwards at the remaining soldiers.

Heavy Strike!

A flash of silver-white sword light passed by, and the round shield that had just been raised was as fragile as paper. The hand holding the shield fell to the ground, revealing a bloody cut.

Roland spun around, mimicking his previous action, kicking two soldiers one by one at the group of Imperial soldiers rushing towards him, then turned his sword to kill the remaining three.

Buzz—

This time he held back, the tip of his sword drawing a perfect arc with lightning speed, like a ray of moonlight gently falling on the first guard's neck.

Then, the moonlight continued to drift, passing over the second guard, and finally stopping on the third.

The three men froze, a bloody gash appeared on their necks, and blood began to seep out simultaneously. They collapsed to the ground.

Ring-blade strike.

Roland hadn't expected to use this skill against the kingdom's soldiers for the first time, but the effect was even better than he had anticipated.

Having quickly overcome the obstacle in front of him, he dared not delay and rushed directly towards the pass ahead, his back to the three corpses that were about to explode.

The next second, a dark red light began to appear.

boom!!!

The violent explosion generated a surging shockwave that struck Roland's back, tearing his black robe and revealing the translucent scales beneath.

The scorching heat made him sweat profusely. Even though he was moving fast enough to leave the epicenter of the explosion, he was still pushed and staggered for more than ten steps before he finally recovered.

The scales didn't cover his entire torso, and a burning pain shot through his back. Roland took out a life potion from his bag, put the bottle opening directly into his mouth, and used his teeth to pull out the cork.

The cool liquid flowed down his throat and into his abdomen, and a warm sensation rose within him, giving him more strength to continue charging forward with the aftershocks of the explosion.

Behind him came the wails of imperial soldiers, mixed with the sound of mages chanting spells. He didn't look back, but just kept his head down and ran as fast as he could.

As he passed the guard sitting on the ground with a broken leg, the man tried to grab him to buy time, but was instead stabbed in the eye with a sword and killed.

As Roland continued forward, the aftershocks of the explosion behind him gradually subsided, and the sounds of falling rocks and body parts gradually disappeared. Finally, a small path appeared before Roland's eyes.

The path wound its way up the mountain, towards the summit shrouded in thick smoke. Roland stood there, struggling to decide which way to go.

How do I get there?

If you follow this path, you can still hear the sounds of fighting on the mountaintop, and the light in your magical perception is dazzling, so there is a high probability that there are professional fighters there.

To the lower right, down the hillside, lies a battlefield where fierce fighting is raging, and it looks like it will last for an unknown amount of time; this is the most dangerous area.

Behind them were imperial soldiers in pursuit. The explosion had killed many of them, but at least half of them were still following. The deaths of their comrades made them even less likely to give up.

That leaves only what lies ahead.

Roland glanced past the path and continued looking ahead.

It was a vast, dense forest, and the magical light there was just as terrifying, though not as bright as the mountaintop or the plains.

Time was running out, and there was no time to hesitate. He gritted his teeth, stepped off the path, and continued walking along the hillside.

There is no absolutely safe place on the battlefield; we can only move towards a relatively safe place first!

Stepping into the woods, the ground was still covered with broken rocks, but the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

Trees, some tens of feet tall, rise abruptly from the ground, their branches and leaves overlapping and covering the ground, yet they cast no shadows, instead providing ample light.

The leaves emitted a faint blue light, as if countless fireflies were nestled within them, or as if they had inadvertently wandered into the ocean under the night sky.

The tree trunk was extremely thick, enough for two people to hug, and it also shone with a deep blue luster. The dry, cracked bark emitted a refreshing fragrance, which could not be concealed even though the ground was full of corpses.

Blue crystal trees, a specialty of this mountain range, are not extraordinary products, but their lush and unique appearance has attracted countless tourists over the years.

However, nowadays, it is just a part of the battlefield.

Six people.

The three soldiers, dressed in imperial black heavy armor with dark green edges, appeared to be of a different class from the scouts, but their coordination was remarkably precise.

Two men held the line head-on, while another maneuvered to the side. Their greatsword gleamed with an earthy yellow light, compressing the other three into a small circle. The balance of power was tilting in their favor.

The three who were being suppressed were dressed in tattered royal red robes, their bodies covered in dense wounds, their leather armor charred black and torn in many places.

What's unusual is that one of the three is a dwarf and the other a short man.

The dwarf stood at the very back, his height only reaching the chest of a dwarf, yet the arrows nocked on his longbow emitted tiny arcs of electricity, preventing the imperial soldier wielding a greatsword from getting too close.

The dwarf stood facing the other two Imperial soldiers, his muscles bulging, his beard whipped with blood, and he gripped a double-edged axe in both hands. He was panting heavily, staring intently at his enemy.

Behind him was a human soldier slumped under a tree, still alive but already incapacitated.

The standoff lasted only a short time.

The dwarf roared and swung his double-edged axe in a half-circle, charging towards the Imperial soldier in front of him!

when-

The axe blade clashed with the longsword, sparks flying. The dwarf's powerful strength forced the man back half a step, but before he could capitalize on his advantage, another soldier on the side thrust his spear toward his waist.

Another wound tore open in the leather armor on his shoulder, forcing the dwarf to retract his axe and retreat, parrying the attacks of the two.

The dwarf pulled the bowstring repeatedly from behind, and the enchanted arrows were blocked by the earthen-yellow greatsword, crackling with faint arcs of electricity that made the soldier's body go numb.

But as arrows continued to be fired, the quiver behind him gradually became empty, and he had to think carefully before he dared to fire each arrow.

Just then—

A deep chanting voice came from behind, causing the six people's expressions to change simultaneously.

A figure dressed in a jet-black robe emerged from behind a blue crystal tree. The red crystal embedded at the top of the staff in his right hand shimmered with an eerie light. The hood covered most of his face, revealing only his gaunt chin.

Imperial Mage.

The soldiers clad in heavy armor showed a hint of joy in their eyes, while the dwarves and gnomes were on high alert, taking a few steps back and stopping close to their teammates.

For them, the situation that they could barely hold on to collapsed in an instant, and there was no chance of winning anymore.

"Move!" The soldier under the tree struggled to his feet, pushing the dwarf's body aside, shouting, "I'll hold them off!!"

The dwarf didn't move, nor did the gnome; what moved was the blue crystal tree behind them.

boom!!!

The staff emitted a strange black light, and the bark of the blue crystal tree cracked inch by inch, then peeled off, revealing the red flesh underneath that looked like wriggling blood vessels. The branches twisted and deformed, as if dozens of tentacles were waving in the air.

A tree branch wrapped around the human soldier's waist and lifted him up.

"No-

'

The dwarf roared and swung his double-edged axe at the tree trunk, but only a shallow scar remained.

The human figure disappeared above the treetops, blood fell, and a boot slammed into the ground.

The Blue Crystal Tree "ate" him.

Upon seeing this, the dwarf's eyes turned bloodshot. He brandished his axe and turned to charge at the Imperial mage, but the mage casually pointed at him, causing invisible ripples to spread, and he was thrown heavily to the ground.

call out--

A streak of blazing light shot through the air, leaving a red glow in its wake.

"Um?"

The mage sneered, and the sound of shattering objects came from his body. A blue light shield floated in front of him, blocking the arrows shot by the dwarf.

With a slight smile playing on his lips, the monk seemed about to say something when he suddenly stopped.

There was a sound of wind breaking behind us!