Twenty Sided Dice

"Insect," said the giant dragon. Then it turned away.

Siegel has witnessed the death of the tortured and mad slave, and he has personally given death to the enemy. These are just bystanders, and only shallow imprints are left in his heart; he has experienced the death of the most beloved old captain, that The feeling of sadness was so painful that it was deeply hidden in his heart, and he didn't even dare to recall it. In front of the raging flames, the grief of death buried deep in his heart was dug up again, filled his body and mind, and engulfed his soul.

It is said that death has great horror and death has great wisdom, but Siegel has no time to produce wisdom at all. After the pain, all he wants now is revenge. Even dying on the road of revenge is better than continuing to face the burning tent.

A figure floated to Siegel's side. He was wearing a dress made of fishing nets and leaves, with dark nails and a disheveled face. He tilted his head, his lips did not move, but a voice came clearly into Siegel's mind.

"Follow me, get out of here, your fate shouldn't end here."

Siegel glanced at the changer and saw that his open palm was flat in front of him. He has a clear mind, as long as he puts his hand on it, he can safely leave the fire and go to a safe place. And at the feet of the shape-changer, in the dirt soaked with ashes and blood, the Divine Ice Spear fell to the ground bleak.

"If I leave, my heart will die tonight, what is my destiny?" Siegel reached out and grabbed the ice spear in the soil, pulled it out, and held it tightly in his hand. hand. Frost condensed from his arms and danced around him, but he didn't feel a hint of cold, on the contrary, it was hot, like the temperature of blood, like the rhythm of the heart.

"How about you kill that beast with me? Or accompany me to die in battle?" Siegel asked.

"I can't deal with that dragon and that death knight at the same time."

"Is that a death knight? Well, you just need to hold the dragon, I'll kill it, and come back to help you."

"Where did you get so much confidence and courage?" The Shape Changer laughed dumbly.

"Tell me the truth?" Siegel weighed the spear, got used to its feel, and found the center of gravity. Then he said to the changer with a serious expression: "Frightened, frightened by death."

He recited the incantation, and applied a new spell he had learned for the trial by martial arts on himself, saying that "the enemy must be defeated". The duration of this spell is very short, but it allows the attacker to see the future related to the battle in an instant, quickly predict the enemy's movement trajectory, and see the best attack route. The dragon was flying past Siegel, admiring the masterpiece of his flames like a king patrolling his territory. Segal seized this fleeting opportunity and threw the Ice Spear out.

A silver-white lightning flashed across the night sky, emitting a light that was brighter than dragon flames. The ice spear inserted into the wound that Kerry had created on the dragon before, and continued to tear it apart, shattering the scales and letting the flesh fly. One of the dragon's wings was twisted into a weird angle, and it could no longer keep flying. It could only fall to the ground in a panic, its sharp claws scratching randomly, its tail twitching like a whip, smashing the surrounding tents and corpses into the air. The strong smell of blood came from the dragon's wound, which further aroused Siegel's fighting spirit. But his target was the death knight, and Siegel noticed that the knight was thrown off the dragon's back as it fell, and fell into a fire not far away.

'Just fall down like that, get burned to death, don't get up. ' Siegel secretly prayed to God in his heart, but the prayer, as always, did not take effect. A dark and murderous figure rose from the flames, wearing heavy armor, its entire face wrapped in a tall, pointed helmet, leaving only a slit for observation. This guy stood up close to two meters high, holding a large and curved two-handed saber in the steel guard like a lobster shell, reflecting red light in the flames. From the gaps in the joints of his armor, black gas continued to diffuse outward, like the burning soot of dead wood—the curse of death, the reflection of the dead in the moonlight.

"Don't throw weapons around, only that gun can pose a threat!" The Shape Changer shouted angrily: "Apart from magic, only magic weapons can destroy death knights, and I have to find a way to get it back for you. !"

After speaking, he rushed out first, his body quickly grew larger, and in a hazy afterimage, he turned into another dragon, a green dragon using venom and acid. Although he was still much smaller than the red dragon, he fiercely bit the red dragon's wings, preventing it from taking off, and could only fight on the ground. The dragon is a master of aerial combat, and the shape changer knows that he cannot defeat the dragon in the air, only the ground is possible. The battle of the two giant dragons made the ground tremble, and smoke rose violently everywhere. At this time, the ice spear was drawn by the green dragon with its tail and fell to Siegel's side. This move gave the red dragon an opportunity to stab the teeth into the green dragon's shoulder, tearing off a large piece of flesh.

Siegel will be armed again. He played a spear and quickly found the center of gravity of the spear according to the method of the dwarf Professor Erint. He looked directly at the death knight and said, "Come on, let me finish you!"

"Joke." The death knight's voice was terrifyingly cold.

Siegel stabbed with his spear, but the death knight didn't care about it at all, and the machete cut straight across. Siegel was stunned for a moment, realizing that the death knight wanted to exchange his life for injury, and that flesh and blood cannot compare with the undead's ability to withstand injuries. He quickly adjusted his tactics, using the skill of the elf's pace to dodge to the side, and before the death knight's saber had regained its balance and could not launch the next attack, the spear stabbed again. The death knight turned around, swung the iron fist, and smashed the direction of the tip of the spear. The spear head wrapped by the power of ice slid away on the armor, making a harsh metal cutting sound, and a layer of ice crystals also spread from around the scratch, but it did not penetrate, and the body under the death knight's armor was still unaffected. substantial harm.

The death knight took a step forward, and the ground trembled. His broadsword slashed over Siegel's head and was dodged by low body, and Siegel's spear attacked to no avail. After testing each other for a few moves, Siegel immediately accelerated his pace, circling, stabbing, being blocked, and then judging the trajectory of the chopper and quickly avoiding the counterattack. Death knights are good at fighting, so Siegel's feints are ineffective, so he can only rely on real power, retract power, and fight head-to-head. Fortunately, the light spirit technique on his body can give Siegel an advantage in speed, so the mage must continue to chant the spell to maintain and strengthen the effect of the spell. Considering that the undead monster does not have any vital organs, Siegel turned the target of the attack to the guy's head, trying to penetrate the narrow observation slit and pierce his helmet. The soul fire of many undead creatures will be in the original position of the brain, That might be the death knight's only fate. This threat really caught the attention of the Death Knight, and he began to block more, instead of daring to exchange the head injury for Siegel's life.

"You will be terminated by me here." Siegel not only told the death knight, but also encouraged himself.

"Joke!" The death knight drew his spear and continued to fight back.

The surviving people in the camp saw both battles - the red dragon and the green dragon, the death knight and Siegel. They saw Siegel dodge slash after slash, forcing the enemy back with constant thrusts. Although the death knight's height and wingspan are better than Siegel's, the length of the frost spear is two feet longer than that of the machete, so the mage can still gain an attack distance advantage of about half a foot, which is the difference between life and death the distance. Siegel calmly healed himself in this small area, always calculating the steps under his feet. The death knight discovered this, and when the opponent was stabbing, it tried to chop at the barrel of the gun several times, trying to cut it off and truncate it. But the ice gun is extremely strong, at least so far there is no sign of damage.

The death knight uses one arm to protect the helmet, and the other holds the horse-chopping sword like a windmill. Siegel's dodging ability was pushed to the limit, and the elf's footsteps were no longer enough for him to avoid all blows, so the dwarf's technology was also applied. Siegel could meet the slash with the sturdy part of his armor, and use the slopes and arc angles to undo the force of the attack. Scarred on the armor, the dwarf's craftsmanship has stood the greatest test, but so far it has been able to protect its master. Siegel's spear stretched and stretched, hitting the death knight's chest, waist and knees multiple times. Now he can hit the opponent almost every time and pierce the armor, but as long as the soul fire is not damaged, these have no effect on the death knight.

"Death constitutes me, how can you kill me?" As the death knight attacked, he said, "You are just a powerless brat!"

Siegel didn't say a word, concentrated on avoiding the attack that slashed at his wrist, took a half step back, and stabbed forward sharply. "I'm a brat", the lance stabbed the Death Rider in the armpit, making his shoulder armor turn awkward; "I lack strength", Siegel turned to the enemy's side, his breastplate was cut with a machete Blood flowed from the gap and from his waist; "But I have an ice spear, restrain your weapon!" He jumped up slightly, and then put his whole body weight on this thrust. The spear hit the back of the death knight's knee, pierced all the movable parts, and twisted them together. "So I'll end you!" Siegel yelled. The armor on the death knight's knees got stuck, making it impossible to bend and move awkwardly. This gave Siegel an even greater advantage in speed. Before he slashed across with the broadsword, he pulled out his spear and quickly evaded the blow.

The shards scattered and splattered as the spear was withdrawn, and one of the death knight's legs became stiff, making it very difficult to move. Siegel took the opportunity to distance himself and threw the throwing axe over him. It's a pity that these weapons fell to pieces after touching the body of the death knight, and they were useless at all. So Siegel clenched the ice gun again. 'Long-range means don't make any sense, weapons don't work at all. We can only rely on the Ice Spear.” Siegel thought to himself, “The material of the obsidian dagger is similar to that of the Ice Spear, so it might be useful. ’

"You think you can defeat me? What a wishful thinking, little spearman." The death knight reached out and grabbed the stabbed knee armor, then crushed it and threw it on the ground. The armor of the thighs and calves has been detached, and the space in the middle is filled with a gray-green smoke. It turns out that there is no flesh or bones under the armor of the death knight, and it is all this smoke. "Your martial skills are just a joke, and your magic is even more insignificant. Your own strength is negligible, just a little brat with an adult's weapon!"

The death knight suddenly sped up and swooped forward, charging forward even in the face of the spear. His broadsword was much faster and stronger than before, and he blocked the tip of the spear in one go, and then the iron palm pressed against Siegel's breastplate. The violent impact caused a deafening explosion, and the squid rolled back, spitting blood from its mouth, and scattered on the surrounding grass. His breastplate was pressed with a five-fingerprint, and the fingertips were full of holes, and you could see the bleeding skin inside.

The death knight rushed into the attack range, his broadsword turned into a vague shadow, and attacked quickly and efficiently. Siegel fled in embarrassment, using the spear as a support, and made several abrupt turns, but still could not find a safe distance, resulting in multiple injuries. At the most dangerous time, the death knight's machete was only a few inches away from his neck, and he could almost achieve a decisive victory.

Inspired by Siegel's battle, the warriors of the Jackdaw tribe gathered around and tried to join the battlefield. But Siegel knew that those people's weapons simply couldn't do any damage to the death knight and would shatter on the death knight's armor. And their weapons cannot penetrate dragons. There's nothing they can do in this level of combat. And the more people around, the less place Siegel can use to turn around and move around, and he may soon be unable to support it and be caught by the enemy. So Siegel shouted: "Don't come, help the villagers quickly, and run as many times as you can before the ring of fire closes!"

"Enough, it's over." The death knight stepped back suddenly, handed the machete to one hand, raised the other hand, and pointed at the opponent with his index finger.

"Die," he said. Then, a gray-green light hit Siegel.

When the death knight saw that Siegel's eyes had lost its luster, he lost his breath, his heart stopped beating, and his blood naturally stopped flowing. Satisfied with the effects of his spell, the death knight turned to help his mount, set fire to it, and admired it.