Magical Strategist

Tober's eyes were empty and desperate, and he could only watch the thunder and fire whirlwind "floating" towards him like a ghost.

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boom!

Wow!

Just when the cyclone was only one meter away from Tober, there was a loud "boom" and a sudden hurricane struck, violently colliding with the thunder and fire whirlwind.

Tober opened his eyes and saw a naked, tall, mighty orc with broad arms and round waist blocking Piro's big move.

The orc's dark skin shines in the sunlight, and his well-defined muscles are the envy of countless men.

This person is the sword demon, Faramor, the leader of the Beast Clan's Fire Blade Clan.

Just now, Faramor swung his spell-breaking sword and parried Piro's thunder and fire whirlwind with the "Blade Storm" move.

When Tober saw Faramo, it was like seeing God. His face immediately bloomed like a flower, and he shouted excitedly: "Brother Dao, you are finally here!"

Piro was extremely surprised to see his old rival appear out of nowhere. The opponent he least expected to meet appeared at this time. With Piro's current state, it is more than enough to deal with Tober, but if he wants to fight Faramo, he will definitely lose.

Faramor took steps and quietly came to Pirro.

"What? Do you want to compete with me now?" Piro asked angrily.

Faramor put the Broken Hair Crazy Sword back into its scabbard and said casually: "Do you want me to do this?"

Piro asked: "What do you mean?"

Faramor added: "I will give you ten days to recuperate, and then you can fight openly again after you recover. If you lose, the Demonic Holy Sword will belong to me; if I lose, the name of Sword Demon will be removed from the world." disappear."

Faramo came to issue a challenge. Ten days may be short or long, but it is enough for Piro to recover from his injuries. Hearing that Faramor's tone was obviously prepared and confident, Piro refused: "What if I don't obey?"

Faramo said coldly: "You can refuse, but how many of the 80 people in Essien City can you save?" Faramo's strength made it easy to massacre the city.

"Threaten me?" Piro said seriously: "The location."

Faramo said: "Mago Mountain."

Pi said again: "Before the decisive battle, can you promise to let me rest in peace and recover from my injuries?"

Faramo nodded and said, "No problem."

Piro said again: "Then just wait for me."

"Brother, what are you talking about in the world of justice with this guy? Now is the best time to kill him and take away the magic sword!" Tober said.

Faramor was not like that. He said again: "Pillo, give me a face today and let the werewolf go."

If it is released, it will cause serious trouble in the future. If it is not released, Faramo is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Piro thought for a moment and then replied: "Then I'll give you some face, but I don't want to see this face again. If you are hit by me next time, don't blame me for not giving you face."

Faramor sneered and said to Tober: "Listen, take your troops and withdraw to Plantik immediately."

Tober said: "Now is the best time to kill the Soul Eater, why do you want me to withdraw?"

"I don't want to repeat the same thing twice. This is a matter between me and the Soul Eater. If anyone else wants to interfere, I, Faramor, will not be lenient." Faramor shouted sharply, and these extremely shocking words seemed like He said: If anyone disobeys, don't blame me for being rude.

No matter how stupid he was, he would not go against Faramir, so Tober had no choice but to obey. He ordered to the remaining werewolves: "Let's go!"

The werewolves got the order and returned to Tober one after another, preparing to evacuate.

"Soul Eater, I will repay you for today's shame one day!" After speaking, Tober waved his hand and left with the werewolf.

Just halfway through, Tober stopped, turned around and said to the real dragon: "Boy, next time we meet, I will cut you into pieces!"

"Get away! Get away as far as you want!" the real dragon cursed.

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Seeing that Tober had walked away, Faramor turned back and said: "To be honest, it's a pity that we are opponents. But we have to be loyal to our respective races. If there was no war, we might be brothers. But because of this war, we We are enemies facing each other with swords.”

Piro nodded in agreement.

"Enjoy the last ten days of your life." Faramo said in a long tone.

Piro replied: "You can also prepare your own funeral, Faramo."

Faramor smiled.

"I need your help," Piro said.

Faramor agreed without hesitation: "Tell me."

Piro continued: "Well, how to get to Essien City?"

Faramor stretched out his hand and pointed, "This direction."

"Thank you."

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes! Just wait for me, I will make your blood splash on Mago Mountain in ten days, hehehehe..." Piro smiled.

Faramo also smiled and responded: "Mago Mountain is a perfect place for you to be buried. Farewell!"

"No delivery!"

Faramor used the Wind Step and disappeared from everyone's sight like the wind.

Father-in-law Odd said that Faramor has surpassed him now. There is no certainty that Pirro can win the decisive battle 10 days later. But this will only happen in 10 days. The top priority now is to send the real dragon to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible.

"Carter!" cried Pillow.

"Here!" Carter came up and said.

"Keep on going!" Piro said.

Carter dragged Lear onto his back and said, "But General, your injury..."

During the fight with Tober, Piro was injured in a total of 4 places, and the wounds still have no bandages. Piro said disapprovingly: "You can't die!"

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Everyone ran wildly in the direction Faramo pointed.

After about an hour of touching, the outline of Essien City appeared.

Everyone stood on the hillside and watched from a distance.

The gentle hillside is inlaid with green wheat fields, and the fence made of logs follows the winding dirt road, leading to the Wilshamut Forest in the distance; at the other end of the dirt road, there are tall, short, and round trees. Houses with various wooden structures in , square and well-proportioned areas. Herds of cattle and sheep appear and disappear... The whole atmosphere presents a rustic flavor.

This is the northernmost city in Tasmania - Essien City.

Essien City covers an area of ​​1.5 square kilometers and has a population of approximately 80. It has abundant rainfall and fertile soil. It is one of the main "grain capitals" of Tasmania and is rich in wheat, rice and other crops.

The urban area, suburbs, and villages of Essien City are connected together. Towns and towns and villages are connected by winding dirt roads. The entire city is connected uninterruptedly. The city's buildings have a unified wooden style. The houses were painted with colorful paint and looked more like a village in a fairy tale world.

Piro and others entered Essien City on a rural dirt road. When the locals saw Piro and others, they all cast strange looks. The clothes of the Essien locals were mainly linen and leather, while Piro and the others all wore silk robes.