"clang--!"

In the piercing metal sound, Yal's long knife was picked up by the tip of the "dragon tooth", and the swaying "shadow blade" was torn apart between the gray and blue swords.

Nearly at the same time, the "Shadow of Mentality" behind Midel collapsed, and the sky collapsed into a deep abyss.

"It seems that the victory between you and us can also affect the victory between each other's state of mind." Middlele smiled uninhibitedly, without any care about the waist and abdomen being hit; the wrist was turned, and the blade will **** accurately "Dragon Teeth" bounced off, and two "afterimages" approached the black wizard's face:

"Don't the war between the samurai and the wizard feel a sense of drama?"

"I don't think, I'm not interested." Loren gritted his teeth and stabbed with a squint. "You still protect your life first. It's better not to be shot by me!"

The long knife and the long gun were twisted together, and they could not stand still for a while.

"Where, where you can die in the hands of nobles like you, it should be said that it is the honour of the next." In the moment of stalemate, Middlel, who gripped the handle with both hands, probed forward and chuckled with Loren. Eye-to-eye:

"Besides being able to die in the picturesque Wuyue Court, it should be a relief in a sense."

"Unfortunately, the next commander has to fight against fate; even if he drags this skin that has begun to rot, even if he wants to use such a mean and shameless means, he must fight ... Such an ugly life is really sad. what."

Smiling Middlel suddenly loosened the handle in his hand, and the long knife that blocked the tip of the gun flipped over and fell.

The startled black wizard widened his eyes, but it was too late ... the gun body in his hand had already come out with inertia, and stabbed straight to the right shoulder of the elven elf.

"Poof—!"

The gray-blue swordmans swelled at the point of the gun, easily torn apart the cicada-like robe, torn the flesh, steamed the plasma, smashed the bones, and blasted the joints ...

The severed right arm was wearing a robe and dancing in the air.

Oops!

As "Dragon Teeth" came out of his hand, a terrified emotion flowed into Loren's heart irrepressibly-because he had seen it, Middler, who was cut off the right arm, moved forward, and the left hand had already grasped the handle. Falling long knife.

"So far, Lord Loren Turin ... life and death!"

Loren's pupils began to shrink.

The approaching Middle, the long knife in his hand split forward.

That's too late……

The black wizard, whose body strength was suppressed forward, could only desperately dodge his neck in the direction of the blade.

Midel did his best, and the tip of the left-handed long knife crossed the edge of the right side of the neck, leaving only a faint trace.

Fortunately, okay, at least avoided a fatal blow, without hurting the vital point, then only need ...

"puff--!!!!"

Scarlet plasma spewed out from the right side of the neck!

The dark wizard's eyes widened, and his dim eyes dimmed as if he couldn't believe it.

Midell's mouth twitched, and a trace of grief appeared.

Finally, in the end ... I still won by such a mean method.

Because of the blind angle of sight, Loren Turin could not see the shadow hidden just under the blade, which was only an inch longer than the blade tip ...

One inch in length is enough.

"Dang yao!"

The "Dragon Teeth", which dropped, fell to the ground after taking off for a while.

The black wizard who was kneeling on his knees "Boom!" He fell to the ground with a red fluid on the right side of his neck like a fountain, his convulsive body struggling on the ground, raising his trembling right hand Going to pick up the dragon tooth that fell on the ground again ...

The palm of the crash fell to a few inches.

The distance of a few inches is the interval between life and death.

Midel, who had only one arm, knelt quietly on one knee, panting heavily.

His eyes were in a trance, sweat was flowing, his chest was undulating violently, his back turned to the body of the black wizard.

Won ... finally won ...

Despicable means, vile practices ... Anyway, I won.

With this remnant, he lived up to the support of His Majesty the King of Eagles; let the blood relatives of the ancient wood forest and Yar join together again and be unified.

It ’s done. It has been dormant for two years, crossed the sea, and has experienced countless hardships ... I did it myself.

With a long sigh, relaxed Midel knelt down on the floor, squinted leisurely and tilted the corner of his mouth, stroking the long knife across his knees, gradually calming down and breathing.

Youzai's expression, all kinds of reveries constantly appeared in his mind.

Although it is not a great achievement, but ... at least it will make the plan that comes after your majesty smoother, will it reduce the killing and destruction slightly?

Still can make this pure land, this country ... leave more than one or two crowded and beautiful corners, right?

The ice and snow on the Boundary Mountain, the Sky Dome in Golovin, the Jewel River, the big grass sea in Poi, the Midsummer in Red Blood Fort ... I really want to see it one day in the places I heard about in these two years.

One day ...

Raising his eyebrows lightly, Midel suddenly felt a cold killing intent.

Ok?

The smile faded away, and Midel, who lowered his head, was startled, then suddenly realized.

"So it turns out ..."

It turned out to be the case.

"puff--!"

The "dragon fangs" with gray-blue swordmans pierced from the position of Middle's heart!

Midel's body shuddered sharply, and a **** stain spilled from the slightly raised corner of his mouth.

The black wizard who was supposed to "bleed to death" was lying half on the ground at this moment, and the "dragon teeth" sandwiched under his armpits pierced with his right hand, and penetrated the body of the Yale elves from behind.

The original scar on the neck has disappeared without a trace.

Higher-order spells die now.

In order to use this spell, Loren also had to open the valve, and even with Middler's "state of mind" collapsed, completely occupied by his dream world.

The surging plasma had completely stained Midel's robe, and the "water droplets" dripped wetly.

"... His Lord Loren Turin, you actually saw it, right?" Middleall, who was bleeding in his mouth, asked with a slight voice.

The black wizard didn't answer, it was the default.

"So you deliberately didn't avoid, confusing me with your own death?" Mild Middlel chuckled with a hint of helplessness in his smile: "It's not the first time to see your natural degree of such a dangerous gamble …am I right?"

"It won't be the last one," Loren said coldly.

It's really just a little bit worse.

If the shadow blade is a little longer enough to cut the trachea and neck bone with all the tendons of the neck, he really has no time to use "die now".

After all, Loren was not a vowed knight, and he wasn't as strong as he was--falling into the abyss, and being torn into a meat sauce alive, he could run back like a human being.

"puff--!"

With a hard twist, the dark wizard pulled out the "dragon teeth" from Middle's chest very rudely.

The unstoppable blood mixed with broken bones and damaged organs spewed from the wound.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!"

The blood-stained but sweaty Yale elves sternly stopped the screams with their willpower; only the left hand was supported on the ground, trembling in the inhuman pain.

"Unprecedented magic, stunning plans, careful and meticulous attentiveness ..." Midell, who widened his eyes and breathed heavily, even though his mouth was bleeding, cold sweat like rain did not change his face:

"And this ... the courage to bet on life-Your Excellency Loren Turin, you really gave too many surprises underneath, it is really worthwhile trip!"

"Is it?"

The black wizard who got up slowly and took a deep breath carried the "Dragon Teeth" on his shoulders and stood coldly in front of the kneeling Midel: "In return, should you also give me a little 'surprise 'Such information? "

"Then ..." Shaking his head tremblingly, the Yale elf with a somewhat distorted expression still smiled: "It depends on what you want to know."

"I want to know a lot." Half-squatted, Loren squinted slightly and gasped Midel stared at each other: "For example ... what is the real purpose of your coming to the ancient wood forest-um, although this is probably Guessed it, but there are others. "

"Why did the eagle king send you to the ancient wood forest, how did you lurk inside the empire?"

"Why did the Elves want to destroy the ocean-going fleet of the empire, what is your real purpose?"

"Why are you aiming at the empire; across a misty sea, what can the kingdom of Yar get?"

"You said you came to the empire a long time ago, how did you avoid the empire's eyes? Also, who else is lurking in the empire besides you, how many? If you are the first batch, then half a year ago What was the purpose of the Yar ship arriving in the empire ... "

Middlel raised his lips and smiled.

"Your questions ... many." The Elf gasped, and the light in his pupils was dimming: "But it's a pity ... I ... can't answer you any."

Loren is not reluctant: "It doesn't matter, some of me may already be able to guess, tell me you can answer what I can."

"I can answer ... well, for example ... the Midsummer Night in the Kingdom of Yar also has customs similar to the Midsummer Festival of the Empire."

"... Are you so desperate to die?"

"Where and where ... cough cough ... Your Excellency, you don't want my broken body to continue to exist." Middlel smiled, his face paler and colder:

"Because as long as I am alive, I will do everything possible to work for the great cause of His Majesty the Eagle King, even if it can drag on one or two friends and family around you, and the decisive son will do the same ... Cough cough cough ..."

"Everyone will say bad things, and it's not necessary to do it."

"Good speaking ... then you must do your best to meet your expectations ... cough cough cough ..."

Loren pursed his lips tightly, his expression awkward.

Tough ... It's really hard.

This is a guy who doesn't eat hard and hard. Usually, a shot is the best choice, but ... the information in him makes Loren not so willing to kill him.

"For the sake of being friends, let me give you a piece of advice ..." Middlel looked at Loren gently: "If you make up your mind, don't hesitate."

"The one who holds power, the best thing to learn is not how to maximize the use of power in his hand; but to give up decisively when necessary and to restrain his desire for power!"

The black wizard's expression slightly dimmed.

Middle ... He is begging for death.

The moment he just stabbed that shot was clearly noticed by him; but Midel had no idea of ​​avoiding it, and was unarmed by one shot.

The reason is also very simple-lost one arm and suffered such a serious injury, even if you can avoid it, it is definitely not Loren ’s opponent, the only option is to temporarily retreat; but this is equivalent to giving up the ancient wood forest arch to yourself, all The plan layout of all of them failed, and the idea of ​​soliciting ancient wood forest elves turned into a bubble.

If this is replaced by Loren himself, he will probably choose to retreat without hesitation, looking for a chance to make a comeback, or restart a new plan, and running is never an "unable" option for him.

Of course, even if he chooses to retreat, Loren also has a way to stop and intercept him-the core of the "Shadow Sword" is the shadow. As long as he can escape, as long as he can open the "Dream of Dream", he can be completely abolished. After dropping Midel's "Shadow Sword", the next step is to try to catch him alive or to slash him. The choice is still in Loren's hands.

But for Middler, perhaps the escape may be more shameful than "failure", right?

"The heart of a samurai should be as pure as Haoyue; the life of a samurai should be as gorgeous as a red maple." Middlele, who saw the idea of ​​the black wizard, smiled slightly:

"It is better to die gloriously than to steal life."

Loren sighed.

He stood up again and pointed the tip of the "Dragon Fang" at Middle's neck and throat; the Elf smiled slightly, struggling to raise his waist and raised his head so that Loren could easily aim.

No fear, no tension, just like saying goodbye to an old friend before leaving, only a hint of regret in his eyes.

"Is there any last word?" The black wizard asked: "I don't know if the Elf has this custom, it exists in our place."

"Last words ... Do you want to entrust something or repent? In the next life, there is nothing to regret." Middlel shook his head calmly. "If it is entrusted, there is indeed one thing to remind you."

"Say."

"Not much, only one sentence." Middle whispered, his vision dimmed: "Be careful ... beware of killing your sword."

Ok?

What do you mean?

"It's all about this ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ I can't say anything else-just believe it, believe it or not, only this sentence." Elf closed his eyes and raised his lips gently, "forgive Farewell next, His Excellency Loren Turin. "

The faceless Loren silently raised Longya a little.

Middlel's face showed a relaxed smile.

I really want to ... Look at the Midsummer Moon in Wuyue Court again.

"puff--!"

The plasma spewed.

The tip of the gun penetrated the throat. ...

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