Wuyue Court, under the cloud crown tree.

Although the turbulent scene has been "cleaned" by the elves who arrived in time, they can still see the traces of the remaining blood color colliding with the knives and guns, trampled by the iron boots; the soil splashed by the plasma and penetrated the soil is even more unusual Fluffy.

In an unusually weird and solemn atmosphere, all the elves of the entire Wuyue Court were gathered under a cloud crown tree to form a circle. In the center was this blood-stained, sandy land like the Colosseum.

Although the elf elders have repeatedly emphasized that the two "ambassadors from afar" are the "war of honor" fought under the common witness of the ancient wood forest, but the elves present, especially the war dancers, still have a hard time in their eyes. The color is silent in the excited and excited young elves around.

Like Luca, they saw not a "warrior duel" gambling on life, honor and position, but the proud ancient wood forest between the empire and the kingdom of Azores, even their own destiny changed. Make a bet and let the outsider decide.

This almost desperate sense of powerlessness and unspeakable humiliation deeply tortured them ...

In the middle of the sand, Midel stood with a modest smile. He took his sword from Luca's face, and looked at the dark-haired wizard opposite him, as if he was already winning.

"... Lorren, is it really okay?" Ain, who was worried, stood aside and kept "peeping" at the figure of the Azore elf: "The other party is so confident, and the void response on his body is also very good. strong……"

"Relax, the so-called" Samurai Way "of the Azores is no longer a secret to me." Loren waved his hand with a smile, indicating that the little wizard didn't have to worry.

What's more, Loren himself wants to give it a try. What is his level?

In the three years after the Centaur War, although Baine ’s war was almost constant, most of them were mobilized on a small scale and were mainly demon hunters. Loren ’s chances of being able to do it by himself were greatly reduced, and he had never met with The Valkyrie, Brenhild, is an opponent of the level of Fauda.

The only evil spirit apostle encountered was only the Dwarf Supreme King, and it was just a puppet Sibe that was used by the "Black Cross" Serel to force the dwarf to internal strife. Even the Centaur leader Chacar was not as good.

Middlel ... This Azores is the first opponent he has encountered in three years that deserves to be taken seriously.

Even if it was only to clarify the reality of the Azores and the so-called "Samurai Way" system, Loren must accept this battle.

The most important thing is ... why should I refuse?

He can give the elves and elders the right to choose and let them make decisions; but this will take certain risks; and even if they agree, it is likely that the agreement will become very ineffective because of internal divisions.

Middlel is right, killing him (or himself) in the presence of all ancient wood forest elves is simply a good way. On the one hand, he can cut off the right of ancient wood forest to choose, and on the other hand, it can also act as a deterrent. , Fear ... can make "friendship and peace" more unbreakable.

In the end, killing the difficult character of the other party is also equivalent to destroying the plan of the Azores (empire) and earning more time for oneself.

Three birds with one stone.

At this moment, the restless sand suddenly fell silent.

As the witness of the "War of Honor", and also the "provisional representative" recommended by the elders-Elder Wuyue Ting slowly walked into the sand, glanced at the two separately, and the deep sorrow was hidden in a low sigh.

Does the future of the ancient wood forest have to be decided by outsiders?

But this is also impossible. If you want to let the ancient wood forest decide for yourself, no matter which kind of choice will eventually cause a split, the ancient wood forest that is already very loose will be divided into two or even into three; between blood relatives Parting ways, even fighting for their respective camps ...

Such a scene is something they absolutely don't want to see.

"Today, we will witness the duel between life and honor between two distinguished guests from afar." Elder Wu Yueting's words echoed under the Yunguan tree:

"May the radiant sun bless the unyielding, and the moon shining forever to bless the righteous;"

"May the ancient Yunguan Tree give them the courage to face life and death; may the wings spread in the forest remind them of the faith in their hearts;"

"May the winner win, the loser lose!"

Elder Wuyueting took a deep breath and stumbled back to the edge of the sand. From the complicated expression of Luca, he took the spear that symbolized the "War of Honor".

The moment the gunpoint fell to the ground was the moment the duel began.

Midel, who was standing on the spot, breathed out relaxedly, pulling out his Azor's long sword from his sheath with ease; Xueliang's mirror-like blade left a two-step shadow under the bright sun.

Loren took the spear "Dragon Teeth" from the little wizard and walked step by step into the middle of the sand.

The use of "Dragon Teeth" instead of Byrne's Mithril Sword "Dawn" is mainly due to two considerations.

First of all, that night's showdown has proved that the opponent's moves and principles are not clear, but they are not afraid of Mithril weapons; in addition, "Dragon Teeth" are long enough to restrain the sneak attack of the "Shadow Sword".

The best way to deal with this kind of enemy who is good at close attack is to keep a certain distance so that he can't post it.

"It turned out to be so. Keep a distance from me with a long weapon, so that the power of the shadow sword can't be expanded." Middle looked up and looked at the dragon tooth in Loren's hand with a smile:

"But long weapons also have the shortcomings of long weapons and cannot be fully deployed within the elbow-have you ever considered such a problem?"

"Do not bother you." Loren sneered and hurriedly returned: "How the war dancers fight, I will fight as I do."

"Oh ..." Middlele's eyes lit up: "I really heard for the first time that I can learn the skills of elves and dancers by human beings-it must be a rare sight than the moon in the morning light. "

"No, no, it's not that exaggerated, I'm just an imitator."

"Sir Loren Turin, you are kidding again, even if there are human beings who can imitate war dancers in this world, there are only a handful of them ... I ask you, who is the elf warrior professor you?"

"You want to know?"

"of course."

"But I don't want you to know."

"You really haven't changed, you're still so funny ..."

The two spoke back and forth without saying a word; until Elder Wuyue Ting raised his spear, they stepped back one by one, looking at the moment dignifiedly.

Quiet tree shadows, a green leaf fell against the wind.

The spear was raised high above his head, and the elder Wu Yueting gritted his teeth, as if pouring the full force into the gun body, and fell sharply.

boom--!

The tip of the gun was submerged in the soil, and it was firmly nailed in the sand.

"Duel ... start!"

The moment the words fell, Middle's eyes suddenly changed.

The falling leaves are divided into two!

The Azore elf who was still standing in the same place a moment ago, just blinked and kung fu raised his knife to approach, only five steps away.

The expressionless dark-haired wizard was not slow, the "Dragon Teeth" swept the gunpoint, and forced into the middle of the market with a sense of murder.

But at that moment, the chest suddenly felt cold.

not good!

The hands holding the gun were taut, and instinctively retracted the dragon fang that stabbed straight ahead, while shifting his head to the right.

"Ding--!"

Almost at the same time as the gun body was retracted, the sparks of the soldier's blade collided directly in front of the gun tip; the long knife pretending to be a stab left only a mark on the right shoulder.

Loren's heartstrings tightened, and he did not hesitate to choose the slippage dodge, and completed the defense while turning on "beyond perception".

"Hide well!"

With a hearty smile on the corner of his mouth, Midel's mouth calmly smiled, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "It's not bad, the second confrontation, I can actually see the trick of the" Shadow Sword "... I still look down upon you."

"But last time we were just a game between friends enjoying the moon. This time, if you accidentally‘ slipped your hands ’...” Dragging a long note, Middle's eyes showed a hint of coldness:

"... but it will really kill you."

The dark-haired wizard narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of dignity.

The so-called double-edged sword ... not only makes his sword "longer", but also makes the shadow into substance and becomes the second "azorian long sword".

In other words, he must cope with the attacks of his two swords at the same time, and the attack direction of one of them is completely opposite, and even change the length in an instant because of the different angles of sunlight.

What a ... disgusting trick.

"I don't like such a mean trick at the moment, but it is like a fight ... Only full of the unknown is interesting enough." Middlel raised his mouth: "So come on, Lord Loren Turin ..."

"... surprise me!"

The long sword was swayed, waving like a shadow to the black-haired wizard.

Ok? !

The long sword of the wheel dance left three afterimages in the air at the same time-it was cold enough to be like a real killing intention, like a ghostly three-handed blade, and attacked itself from left, center and right!

The dazzling blade, even Loren who turned on "Beyond Perception", could not distinguish which one was feinting and which one was the real killer.

Of the three offensives, which one is true?

Or ... is his real killer trick hidden in the shadow?

Gritting his teeth tightly, Loren stepped back quickly, and Longya's spear pointed into the center of the three afterimages, taking Midel's face straight.

"clang--!"

The fire was splashing and the spearpoint was blocked.

But the blade does not!

The sharp blade, which slipped from the position less than three inches in front of Loren's eyes-if it wasn't for the occasion to choose to retreat, he was already at the moment.

"Poof—!"

The flashing shadow still left a blood stain on Loren's right arm.

"Oh, oh, I have clearly warned you, why did you make the same mistake?" Middle, who swung his sword sharply, laughed cynically at the corner of his mouth: "My blade is where the shadow of the sword is. "

"Regardless of the glorious reflection of the sun and the moon ...

Still a residual image left by the visual pause ...

There is no difference to me, just a sharp blade in my hand. "

The faceless Loren stepped back two steps, reopened his posture, and raised the edge of Longya.

"The blade lurking in the shadows and afterimages ... the half-cut sword is such a mean and insidious trick." Dragging the long knife in his hand, smiling Midel stepped closer and closer, his squinted eyes containing a thick kill meaning:

"It is completely inconsistent with the character who likes fair duel in the next time-but there is no way. This is the way of the samurai who is practicing under the shadow, the shadow-killing ghost."

This guy ... is still so much nonsense.

The dark-haired wizard sighed. This was not the first time he was beaten by the enemy, but it was the most stifling.

Fauda, ​​Chakal, Brunnhilde ... even the "Black Cross" Serel, almost all suppress themselves, and can only find a ray of life in the struggle.

They give themselves the feeling of being suppressed like a natural disaster, and they are absolutely victorious in power and cannot be shaken.

But Midel ... was erratic, unpredictable, and clearly able to see his figure, but he seemed to be hiding in a dark place, looming like the shadow behind him.

Just like what he said-the blade lurking in the afterimage, the killing ghost who manipulated the shadow.

"clang--!"

The sound of the collision of the sharp blades came, and the narrow blade once again hit the dragon's tip without warning.

Loren's arm trembles, and the force from the front end makes the spear sink, deviating from the original "orbit"; smiling Midel holds the knife with both hands, and the blade is pressed against the dragon tooth's gun, splitting all the way up!

The light blade is not strong, but it cleverly suppresses the direction of Longya, making Loren unable to drag the gun back.

Life and death are only in a flash!

The moment the blade was about to cut off his wrist, the dark-haired wizard suddenly slipped back and dodged, and at the same time he did not hesitate to loosen the "Dragon Teeth", causing Midell to fall short and barely win a three-step gap.

Three steps ... enough!

Loren, sliding backward, gently raised his left hand.

High-order spell, the fire of Turin.

"boom--!!!!"

It was a trembling roar, and the dazzling golden red burst between the two!

Watching the raging flames roll up, there was a series of exclamations around.

But Middle didn't shy away. There was a cold smile in the corner of his mouth, and the blade in his hand pierced straight into the dazzling fire.

"puff--!"

The knife flashed through lightnovelpub.net ~ the cracked flame was like soft silk, and the afterimage flashed a crack from the center.

Loren widened his eyes and froze completely.

how come?

How can it be……

Fire of Turin ... The flames of the explosion actually ...

Cut off by him!

There was no time to respond at all, and the black-haired wizard immediately slipped back, avoiding the afterimage that hit the door.

"It's very dangerous, such a fierce flame, if you are afraid of it, you will immediately crush your bones?" The golden red fire reflected on Middle's face, making his smile a little more grim:

"But you seem to forget that the more fierce the flame, the deeper its shadow ..."

"And the blade hidden in the shadow is sharper!"