[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

Amidst the violent roar and vibration of the earth, the bow-crossbowmen who were originally in a tight formation couldn't stand stably and staggered from side to side.Before they had time to stabilize their figures, hundreds of translucent wind blades shot out from the sky filled with smoke and dust, screaming and cutting through the billowing dust haze, arriving in an instant!

Immediately, the screams sounded one after another.The solemn and orderly army array filled most of the wilderness. When the wind blades came one after another, all the flesh and blood were splashed everywhere, like blood-colored flowers blooming on the tight iron-brown carpet, one after another. Unceasingly, cruelly and gorgeously blooming.

In the smoke that has not cleared away, dozens of vigorous figures jumped out, divided into two groups and rushed to both sides of the army formation. They were the guards of Alandi. They no longer concealed their strength at this time. The command went straight to the two places where the magician was hiding.A series of galloping wind blades collided with the opponent's magic attack above them, continuously lasing large areas of brilliant brilliance along the way.

Soon, fierce magic shocks exploded on both sides of the army formation.The guard of Alandi has already encountered a formidable enemy.

The magic and martial skills of the Aranti people are different from most magicians and warriors on the mainland.Most of the magicians on the mainland who focus on cultivating spiritual power are weak, while the guards and priests in the Alanti Temple can instantly launch magical attacks without using spells. Also has excellent martial arts, and the priest's magic sense is stronger.

The other party obviously understood the characteristics of the Aranti tribe very well, and had made quite sufficient preparations.Equipped with a team of top warriors and magicians on the mainland, but when they confronted the Aranti combat team, they were immediately completely suppressed.

The rocks, sand and gravel flying everywhere due to the landslide were also guided to the bow-crossbow-hand army formation, smashing many large crossbow machines.Although the bow-crossbow-hand army formation was partially defeated by the wind blade, there were also many masters with magic cultivation hidden in the army formation, who were able to withstand the attack of the wind blade, not only restraining the nearly collapsed army formation, but barely It can maintain the formation, and from time to time, it can shoot special crossbow-arrows with explosive power at the Arantis who are fighting fiercely with the magicians.Such irregular sneak attacks caused great disturbance to the Aranti people.There was no precise aiming, just a burst of poisonous mist over them.Perhaps this was specially designed for the physique of the Arantis. The reaction of the Aranti guards to the battle gradually became slow, and the battle situation fell into an anxious confrontation.

The diffuse smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the wind blades flying from the pass of the Doro Mountains became more dense, and one of them even directly smashed the protective barrier of the magician battle group, cutting a stunned magician into two pieces.The pressure on the Aranti guards suddenly eased.

And the real powerful enemy of the Alanteans doesn't stop there.

Three dazzling silver lights emerged from the blood-stained iron-brown army formation, pointing straight to the back of the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.Those were three heavily armored knights.Although the whole body of the centaur was tightly wrapped in thick armor, it did not affect the speed of travel at all, and the whole body of the armor shone with light blessed by magic.The galloping trajectory of the three knights drew three straight silver lines in the wilderness.Raising the broad sword all the way to split the oncoming wind blades, the speed did not decrease at all.

In the direction these three silver lines point to.Loka stood on a broken boulder, his heroic and upright figure was as sharp and sharp as a steep cliff. He was dressed in ordinary warrior attire, but simple leather armor, and his power was no less than that of the armored knight coming from the opposite side. , "Morning Dew" has already turned into a broad sword overflowing with brilliance in his hands.His handsome face is resolute and calm, and his blue eyes are burning with fierce fighting intent.Following his slashing in the air, the wind blades let out sharp whistles, moving forward without hesitation.

Lorca waved his hand to Eric, the high priest standing under the boulder.Eric immediately led a few priests to sneak into the misty smoke and dust, harassing the huge crossbow-arrow-army formation, and at the same time helping the two teams who were in a stalemate with the powerful enemy at the same time.

The shining figures of the three armored knights were getting closer and closer, and the air in front of them was filled with mad killing intent and coercion.

Loka and Pete, the high-ranking guard standing on the other side of the boulder, looked at each other and made a gesture of slashing downwards. Pete understood, and plunged the big sword in his hand into the ground. Immediately, dense magic filled their surroundings. Energy, even the light passing through the air is somewhat distorted.

The three armored knights galloped swiftly, their iron hooves lashing the ground like heavy drums, but for no reason, a large dense black thorn vine grew up on the ground, quickly climbing and spreading, tightly entangled.The horse neighed in pain and knelt on its hind legs.

There was a sudden change, the three knights made a quick decision, simply abandoned their horses and leaped forward, pointing at Loka and sprinting forward, the silvery figure was thrown forward by the high-speed galloping inertia, as fast as Three meteors came galloping.

Lorca swung the blade in his hand, and slashed a huge wind blade straight ahead. The huge sickle-like blade pierced through the air, just enough to harvest the heads of the three knights who came side by side at the same time.

The next moment, Luoka stepped on the boulder, and the boulder under his feet shattered, and his figure rushed forward rapidly with the rebound force. Following the wind blade, his shining blond hair flew like a sharp arrow turned into sunlight, and he slashed out. A golden trajectory, following the wind blade, quickly collided with three silver lights that were galloping.

The wind blade collided with three beams of silver meteors, and the air flow was turbulent, and the gravel and smoke were scattered everywhere. Before the three knights could withdraw their swords from the aftermath of the shock, a brilliant brilliance swept across their chests. Cutting to the front, the broad sword formed by "Morning Dew" slashed across the three of them, swept across them, and collided with the shining armor of the three of them, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

The three armored knights were shaken away a few steps away, but the armor did not break.The three quickly stabilized their figures, and immediately split into three directions and attacked Loka in a tacit understanding.

The figures of the four quickly staggered, slashed, and blocked. From a distance, they could only catch countless afterimages intertwined with the shining light of sharp blades.This was the first time Lorca fought so thrillingly and heartily. He slashed, stabbed, and blocked completely based on the instinct and intuition he had practiced for many years.

Loka dexterously dodges the killing intent of the sword edge, and walks freely and freely at the moment of life and death. The broadsword transformed into "Morning Dew" hits the armor countless times, and the solid armor of the knights is not damaged at all. However, the sword intent in the air swept away tiny wounds on his cheeks and neck.

Even though the three knights were covered with iron masks and couldn't see their expressions, Loka could feel that their eyes hidden in the eyeholes of the metal masks were wantonly showing playful and bloodthirsty smiles.Loka did not appear flustered or discouraged at all, but the bright bloodstains on his fair skin made his handsome face even more determined and resolute. He quickly and accurately cut into every attack opportunity to slash the opponent's armor, not caring about the growing number of wounds around him. With a small wound, those clear blue eyes are even more radiant, blooming with confidence that is determined to win.

Suddenly Loka jumped high into the sky, and the "Morning Dew" in his hand cut down a huge crescent-shaped wind blade.The three knights immediately joined forces to attack, and the two huge energies collided to create a radiant brilliance. Not far away, Pete had to sacrifice a protective barrier to block the huge air wave.

All kinds of fragmentary armor parts were scattered in the air wave vortex that exploded around.In the messy vortex of air waves, Loka fell down, slashing with his horizontal sword, like a golden thunderbolt. After a piece of gravel and smoke dissipated, the ground was shattered into a large pit with a diameter of dozens of steps. Three warriors Scattered in embarrassment beside the big pit.These three fighters are also the top masters in the mainland. With a strong sense of crisis, they quickly retreated outwards in an instant. Without armor protection, they were all injured by the huge impact.Bleeding from the mouth and nose, the gorgeous attire was already tattered at this time, and he looked very embarrassed.

Lorca didn't attack randomly with brute force before, every slash of his slashed heavily at the joints of the armor parts.

At this moment, dozens of crossbow arrows were shot suddenly, and Pete swung his sword to intercept them. These crossbow arrows collided with the sharp sword energy and exploded, shooting countless small arrows to Luoka and the three warriors. A large cloud of poisonous mist exploded above the battle and quickly enveloped the area.

The poisonous mist had no effect on the three knights at all, and Loka felt his breath stagnate after inhaling only a small amount.The three warriors had already re-formed their battle formation. They exchanged terrified glances with each other, with fierce expressions on their hard and cold faces, and slowly surrounded Loka.

The people fighting fiercely all over the battlefield did not notice that the ground under their feet began to shake again.The landslide just now has already been completely settled.In the direction of the small hills opposite the pass of the Doro Mountains, a line of shadows appeared on the horizon.

Pete immediately directed the flow of air to disperse the poisonous mist.And Loka has already fought with three warriors again, and his movements are much slower than before.

The top masters are fighting, and the opportunities are changing rapidly. Loka is avoiding the head-on slash, and at the same time, he is passing by the sword edge on the right. He senses the sharpness behind him, but his body cannot keep up with his thoughts. Feel the icy sting of a foreign body piercing the musculoskeletal.Pain and perseverance flashed in Loka's eyes, and he suddenly bullied into the gap where the knight in front of him couldn't return to his defense after slashing. However, a line of blood appeared on the neck of the knight in front, and thick blood surged out from this line, carrying the heat of life gushing out.At this time, there was a clanging sound of sword blades intertwining behind Lorca.It was Pete who was blocking the broadsword stabbing at his back. Loka turned his head slightly, narrowly avoiding the tip of the sword that slashed across his cheek from the side, but the sharpness of the blade still scratched his right cheek.

Gradually, everyone felt the earth vibrate visibly.This is not a landslide, the rock section of the Doro Mountains is silent and quiet.But the shaking of the ground became more and more obvious.

When the body of the warrior in front fell down, Loka swung his sword to force the other two away. He found that Pete was injured, and was kneeling on one knee in pain with his sword on the ground. There are many places in the abdomen.

At this time, chaotic exclamations echoed from all directions on the battlefield.From the horizon a great black shadow appeared, and the earth trembled.Luoka could already see that there were countless bison between swinging his sword and fighting.Each end is like a black hill, and for some reason, it has gathered on a large scale, pouring into the wilderness like a torrent.There were even quite a few buffaloes with the light of magic circles flashing on them, and they actually resisted swords, bows, crossbows and magic attacks. The bow-crossbows-army formation had been washed away by the tide of bison, and the soldiers ran away screaming in horror. Too late to escape, trampled into flesh by the irresistible wild rush of nature.The battle between the two Alandi guards and the magician legion was also interrupted and dispersed, and everyone tried their best to save themselves.A magician continuously released magic attacks to disperse the bison, and finally exhausted and was submerged by the tide of bison.

Loka took advantage of the distraction of one of the enemies and knocked him down with a sword, but the other took the opportunity to escape to the Doro Mountains. Loka picked up Pete and was about to evacuate when he looked up and found that a herd of bison like black rocks was approaching. in front of you.

Lorca supported Pete and retreated rapidly. Although he released several wind blades and chopped up the approaching bison, these bison were not afraid of death for some reason, running forward and backward.Pete was badly injured, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in pain.He gritted his teeth and endured bitterly, his originally vigorous face twisted into a ball of pain.

"Your Highness!" Pete suddenly yelled, and suddenly pushed Luoka away. He suddenly exerted force, and even used the burst of mana to push Luoka far away from the broken rock in the Doro Mountains. fell to the ground.Under Lorca's shocked gaze, Pete staggered towards the herd of buffalo, blood dripping down the road continuously.

"Peter! Come back! I order you to come back!" Lorca shouted sharply.But Pete's figure is getting farther and farther away. The mighty herd of bison is like moving the approaching black mountains. Pete's back without hesitation is small and fierce in front of the wild power of nature.Pete swung his sword vigorously, and erupted perhaps the most powerful blow in his life. The sharp sword energy tore several layers of buffalo into pieces, and a rare open space appeared in front of him.But the buffalo behind rushed forward and rushed forward in the blood fog, and the open space was quickly filled.

"Your Highness! Let's go!" Pete's last voice was drowned in the rumbling hooves that made the earthquake tremble.

"Peter! Pete! - No -! No -!" Loka's eyes were about to split, he screamed over and over again, tears of grief and anger poured out uncontrollably, without even realizing that his roar was hoarse.

Lorca had to keep running in uncontrollable grief, turning his head unwillingly from time to time, hoping that a miracle would happen, and that Pete's voice would appear again.

At this time, "Headwind" flew from the small hill opposite the Doro Pass, and turned into a giant white eagle in mid-air, its flat wings casting a large shadow in the wilderness.It circled and neighed sharply, and the sound waves shook the entire wilderness with spiritual impact.The torrent-like tide of bison slowed down, and the herd of bison stopped running wildly, but they continued to move forward with inertia, and the eyes of the bison showed confusion. "Headwind" swooped down from low altitude, and the giant claws picked up Loka and brought him to the high rocks of the Doro Mountains.

Loka endured the piercing grief, rode on the broad back of "Headwind", and steered the giant white eagle to circle and overlook the battlefield.While condescending to kill the missed enemies, he directed Headwind to rescue the struggling Aranti guards.

All his mind was torn apart by grief, Luoka didn't notice at all that the sword wound on his back had not hindered his movement at all, and the wound on his face had disappeared without a trace.As if never hurt.

When "Headwind" circled and approached the small hill behind the army formation, Loka's extraordinary eyesight found a person on the top of the hill.When Lorca drove "Backwind" closer, he found that it was actually a shepherd.He seemed wounded and fell prostrate on the ground.A large amount of blood seeped from the back of his shirt.Loka immediately ordered "Headwind" to approach the top of the mountain.The shepherd seemed to have woken up. He struggled to get up, relying on the support of the shepherd's staff to walk. At this moment, Loka noticed that he was walking towards a cave that was hidden by branches.

Realize that this mysterious shepherd is about to escape again!Loka immediately ordered "Headwind" to approach quickly, but "Headwind" turned around a few times before approaching the top of the mountain. At this time, the shepherd's hasty steps had reached the entrance of the cave.His footsteps were flustered and staggered, and the shawl around his head accidentally fell off, revealing messy black hair. There were several scratches on his cheeks, and he was still bleeding. After seeing his side face clearly, Luoka couldn't help feeling Huge shock!His profile was exactly the same as Mason's!

Luoka couldn't bear the grind of "Headwind", seeing that the distance was getting close, he jumped up from the back of the headwind and jumped to the top of the mountain.Go straight into the cave.

This cave is very shallow and the space is not large.It was empty.Loka can also sense the residual fluctuations after the magic energy is excited.Another one-time teleportation space formation.

Another step too late.

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"The Mystery of Life and Death" overlays the background of the western continent with fantasy and suspense