When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

Bang!Bang!Bang!

A huge sound echoed in the empty manor, as if someone was forging and hammering, but the thing being hammered was not a weapon, but a person, or an elf.

Laurent kept pounding the elf demon hunter in the pit into the soil again and again, and the sinking soil even buried the opponent's head, but he still punched the same position again and again, destroying the surrounding people. The soil is compacted.

He relied on his own strength to force the opponent into the pit.

In just half a minute, Laurent lost count of how many punches he had punched. It was estimated that he had punched more than a hundred times.

He didn't stop, even though every minute and second he maintained this state was consuming his strength.

Because he could feel that the elf's aura was still there, even after being hit hard like this, and his shield was still stubbornly generating automatically.

Laurent didn't believe that this kind of shield could be generated infinitely. There had to be a limit, and as long as he punched fast enough, he could always really hit the elf's delicate face.

Finally, after punching thousands of times in succession, Luolante's fist smashed into the soil without any hindrance and touched the opponent's face. Some warm liquid stuck to his fist and gradually seeped into the soil. Dark blood comes out.

After continuing to attack for so long, he finally broke through Wei Luo's defense!

Laurent was relieved in his heart. If he couldn't kill the demon hunter with this attitude, then he really had nothing to do with him.

After confirming that the opponent was injured, the next step was more violent punches, which were about to turn the elf into a pulp.

However, just after punching several times in succession, suddenly, a slightly hoarse sound came from under the soil.

"enough......"

Laurent continued to punch down, ignoring the sound, which was why he couldn't stop.

"I said...enough!"

A very penetrating scolding penetrated into Lorent's ears, shocking him so much that he actually stopped involuntarily.

In the distance, Altaïr, who was watching the battle, was already preparing to retreat.

It's not that he doesn't want to help Wei Luo, it's just that with his strength, going up is just to let Lorent harvest one more enemy.

Now that Wei Luo's defeat has been decided, it is better to leave as soon as possible to avoid Luolante chasing after him.

The scolding also passed through a distance of several hundred meters and reached Altaïr's ears. The voice seemed to contain some kind of power, shaking him to the spot and unable to move.

Then, Altaïr shifted his gaze slightly stiffly and looked back at the pit beside the pond in the distance.

The next second, a hunky-backed man flew out of the pit, flew more than ten meters, fell hard to the ground, and rolled a dozen times before stopping.

In the pit, a figure covered in mud slowly stood up, holding the two-handed sword in one hand. The clothes on his body were in tatters, blood was flowing near his nose, and the exposed skin was covered with bruises. It seemed that he had been seriously injured.

Wei Luo raised his hand to wipe away the nosebleed, holding a sword in one hand, and walked out of the pit step by step. A shadow appeared faintly behind him.

With every step he took, the bruises on his body faded, and he seemed to be recovering from his injuries quickly.

With every step he took, his aura became stronger, and he seemed to be showing real power.

With every step he took, the shadow behind him became more solid, as if he was slowly awakening.

The shadow was just a blurry outline at first, and then slowly, its eyes became clear.

They were a pair of ice-blue eyes, with cold and indifferent gaze, which made people dare not look at them, as if if they looked twice more, they might be frozen in place by the cold air.

Later, other parts of the shadow gradually became clear.

It has animal ears as sharp as blades, noble silver-white fur, a slender and muscular body, a fluffy tail that droops slightly, and a mouth of sharp and bloodthirsty fangs hidden in the wolf's snout. It is a silver nearly three meters tall. Giant white wolf.

As the body solidified, the giant wolf actually jumped down from behind Wei Luo, as if it had turned into a real creature, and followed Wei Luo slowly with elegant and cautious steps.

His breath was as deep as the sea, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Seeing this scene, Laurent sat up slightly with disbelief in his eyes, "No...impossible..."

As he strives to climb to the Emerald level, he naturally knows what it means to have a magical soul turn into a physical entity and fight side by side with extraordinary beings.

This means that the other party is a true jade-level powerhouse, without any discount.

"You actually have such power, then why do you..."

He couldn't understand why since this elf had emerald-level strength, he didn't show it out from the beginning, but only revealed it now.

If the opponent summons the magic spirit from the beginning, he will definitely turn around and run away without hesitation, but he may not be able to escape.

And now, in the battle just now, even though it didn't last long, his energy and physical strength were exhausted so much that it was difficult to run away.

Although he can possess emerald-level combat power for a short period of time, there is still a gap between him and a true emerald-level powerhouse.

The summoning of the soul by a truly emerald-level powerhouse does not require consuming their energy at all, and there is no time limit. As long as they fight a protracted battle, Lorante will definitely lose.

Under the protection of the giant wolf, Wei Luo stood a dozen steps away from Laurent. When he got here, his injuries had completely recovered.

Laurent climbed up from the ground with some difficulty, clasping his hands together in front of him in a defensive posture.

He knew that the opponent's next attack would be quite terrifying.

Although he wanted to turn around and run away, he would not make the stupid mistake of exposing his back to the enemy in battle.

Therefore, he had to block Wei Luo's next attack and find an opportunity to escape in the gap.

At this moment, Laurent had no desire to fight with this elf demon hunter. He just wanted to escape before his magic soul was completely exhausted.

For this reason, it would not be a pity to consume all the prototype of the soul that he had spent more than ten years condensing.

After all, if your strength is gone, you can still exercise again, but if your life is gone, you have nothing.

"Introduce yourself..."

Wei Luo waved his sword but did not take action immediately.

"You can call me 'Velo'. I am a witcher of the Wolf School. My teacher is Geralt of Rivia."

Laurent stared at Wei Luo with a wary face. The other person suddenly said these irrelevant things, probably trying to make him relax his vigilance through words, so that he would not make such a stupid mistake.

It doesn't matter what the elf says, just keep an eye on his movements.

"You must have never heard of his name. After all, as you said, most demon hunters make a living by hunting monsters for villagers. Maybe he is somewhat famous in the southern part of the continent, but his reputation is not enough to spread. To the Kingdom of Joania.”

Wei Luo raised his long sword horizontally, getting ready to attack.

The flames on the sword have long dissipated, and the rune stone on it needs to be reactivated, but the next attack no longer requires the power of the runes.

"But he taught me a lot on the path of being a witcher, such as..."