Soldier against soldier, general against general.

Sarlayan is self-aware, and with his current strength, he can properly deliver food to Hela.

Although the coalition army of the five-color dragon clan was beaten and outnumbered, it was not enough to be completely defeated.

Hela's preparations for the sneak attack were not sufficient, and she failed to accumulate enough concentrated stagnant water before being seen through by Salayan, so she had no choice but to rush out hastily.

After the initial panic, the young dragons headed by Arygos gradually stabilized their position and began to organize a counterattack.

Karen still stayed behind to take care of the wounded. Hela's surprise attack caused a lot of damage. He had to stabilize the condition of these wounded as soon as possible.

Due to Hela's interruption, Gao Mu, who had no power to fight back, launched a fierce counterattack like a flashback, and managed to pull back a little bit of the situation.

Abby Xie glanced worriedly at the frontal battlefield from the corner of his eye. He couldn't move away for the time being. He could only hope that the few Dragon Crown Princes could quickly stabilize the situation. Come to support.

Hela couldn't deal with it, so Sharlayan set his target on Helagar of the Naglfar.

The three rushed to the deck to wreak havoc, ensuring that the ghost ship could not help Hela.

Hablon is a comprehensive talent who is biased towards management. His combat power is not as good as Vigvers Knifewind, but he is definitely not weak.

The soul-calling lantern that Hela bestowed on him stored a large number of unjust souls, releasing them all at once really caused some trouble for the three of Sarlayan.

Valeera and Stellagosa retreated to observe the situation according to common sense, but Sharlayan did the opposite. Under Hablon's surprised gaze, he quickly approached, raised his big sword and slashed at the soul-emancipating lamp in his hand. .

Hablon was not stupid, he recognized the weapon in Sharlayan's hand at a glance.

Although they are both artifacts, the Soul Evoking Lamp is not a full-time use for combat after all, it is an auxiliary artifact.

Once hit by Valarjar's war sword, this lantern that has accompanied Hablon for countless years may be destroyed on the spot.

Stretching out his left finger to point at Sarlayan, Hablon's palm gushed out multiple death powers, one after another putting debuffs on Sarlayan.

"Again?"

Feeling that his body became a little dull, Sharlayan slashed with his sword angrily.

"You spellcasters, why do you like to engage in such small tricks? Come on! Fight me head-on!"

"Hehe~"

Hablon let out a hoarse low laugh: "Noble spellcasters are not comparable to bulls like you who only know how to play with strength, you just... huh?!"

Sharlayan: "I can QNMD!"

Sharlayan has been acting together with Valeera and Stellagosa for a long time, and has already developed a deep tacit understanding.

While Sharlayan was covered with curses and multiple debuffing spells, Stellagosa quickly started to help him remove these debuffing spells.

Hablon only uttered half a word, Sharlayan broke free from the bondage, raised his hand and threw the Valaghar sword at him.

Hablon: "???"

"Do you dare to throw weapons casually? Are you looking for death... huh?"

Narrowly dodging the passing sword, the sweaty Hablon tried to counterattack angrily.

But at this moment, he found that there was an identical greatsword in Sharlayan's hand.

"what…"

Without Sharlayan's ridicule, Hablon himself felt ashamed.

He actually forgot for a moment that Valagar's war swords came in a complete set, and he lost one and still had one left.

"Die to my father!"

Seeing Sharlayan rushing in again, Hablon hurriedly took out a scythe from the space package, holding it with both hands, barely blocked Sarlayan's heavy slashing.

The spellcasters of the Vrykul are not weak and weak waste materials. Those powerful rune mages before are clear examples.

Although Hablon seldom participates in battles in person, he is still an old fritter who has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he can handle both spells and personal combat.

Valeera and Stellagosa cooperated tacitly to wipe out Helagar on the ship, while Sharlayan held back the captain Hablon, and the battle situation temporarily fell into a stalemate.

The battle between Hela and the Dragon Clan was even louder, but Sharlayan didn't have time to care about them right now.

"clang!"

Valaghar's battle sword and Hablon's sickle collided again, and the amazing Sharlayan forced Hablon back again.

The two circled around the deck one by one, and the barrage described this scene as a demonstration of King Qin's circling the pillar.

Hablon is a veteran legendary powerhouse. Although he is not as strong as Vigvers, he is not so easy to deal with.

His fighting style is balanced offensive and defensive, and can be used from far and near. There are almost no obvious shortcomings, and he is a proper bucket number.

Sharlayan is confident that the Dragon Clan can defeat Hela, and he can focus all his attention on Hablon.

On the contrary, Hablon is well aware of his own strength disadvantage, and he will always be nervous and distracted to watch the situation on the other battlefield during the battle.

"Do you still dare to be distracted?"

Sharlayan narrowed his eyes slightly, and Hablon, who was not concentrating, ignored some details of the surrounding environment. Sharlayan came up with a plan to break the situation in a short period of time relying on his own combat wisdom.

Clutching the Valarjar battle sword with both hands, Sharlayan was able to attack with relentless moves.

He could see Hablon's strategy. This guy wanted to use defense instead of offense to last until his energy was exhausted, and then switch to defense to attack, turning the tide of the battle in one fell swoop.

But with the blood of the dragon, Sharlayan's staying power far exceeded Hablon's imagination.

After waiting for a long time and still not being able to wait for Sharlayan's momentum to drop, Hablon became a little anxious.

After circling the ship's mast again, Sharlayan took advantage of Hablon's distraction to aim at Hela again, and suddenly rushed to the door of the captain's cabin, and put another Vala stick on the door. Gall's war sword was drawn.

With two swords in hand, Sharlayan took a deep breath, and at the same time activated Avatar and Dragonoid Transformation.

The normal Sharlayan is still unable to control two Valagar swords at the same time, but the strengthening of the double BUFF can make up for this gap.

The opening of the Avatar of the Gods made Sharlayan's size slightly larger, and the two swords, which were somewhat exceeding the standard for the high elves, suddenly became hand-in-hand.

"drink!"

When Hablon came back to his senses, Sharlayan had jumped into the air, using the force of his fall to slash the two swords at Hablon at the same time.

Now Hablon didn't dare to take it hard, he rolled around on the ground in a very lonely way.

But this guy was wearing a robe commonly used by spellcasters, so he was not very flexible in his activities, and his rolling movements were a bit stiff.

Sharlayan had already guessed that Hablon would dodge. Although he roared loudly, he actually didn't put too much power into this blow.

Salayanyou, who jumped in mid-air, had enough energy to change his posture, put his left foot on the mast to borrow strength, and charged sideways towards Hablon who hadn't got up yet.

"clang!"

Hablon raised his scythe to block the first blow from the giant, but Hablon hastily struck out. Hablon obviously didn't exert any force, and the sickle was swung away by the powerful sword.

"not good!"

Hablon is an experienced old fritter, and when the middle door opened, he realized that he was going to be cold.

Sharlayan didn't disappoint him either. At the same time Hablon's expression changed horribly, the other sword in his left hand also slashed down with the Giant Strike.

"Crack!"

At the critical moment, Hablon tried his best to dodge to the left side, barely avoiding the direct hit.

But his right arm was cut off at the shoulder, and fell to the ground together with the sickle in his hand.

Without waiting for Hablon, who had lost his arm, to make a follow-up move, Sharlayan, who fell behind Hablon with the momentum, immediately turned around and drew his sword.

Just as Hablon took out the Evocation Lamp with his left hand, the great sword glowing red hit the wound on his severed arm again.

"Behead!"

From the shoulder up ~lightnovelpub.net~ Hablon's body was cut open, and a large amount of foul-smelling green liquid spewed out instead of blood.

"Do not!"

Hablon, whose head fell to the ground, was still alive. He screamed, "Great God of Death, Hela! Please save me..."

"Save your M head!"

Sharlayan mercilessly thrust the war sword on Hablon's head, completely cutting off his hope of survival.

"Bring it to you!"

The pure soul energy of Hablon's lost consciousness flowed into Sharlayan's body along the artifact.

Before Sarayando could feel the pleasure of being filled with energy, the system suddenly gave an unpleasant reminder.

System: [Druid level increased to 30, please choose an elite career template. 】

[Option 1: Druid]

[Option 2: Thorn Whisperer]