"Who do you want to win?" Yicha asked Ke Qier, jumped back and sat on the courtyard wall, hanging his legs.
"Why do you say that?"
"I was just wondering if we should make a bet or something." Yi Cha looked at Walker. The top of his head reaches approximately between his pointed chest and abdomen. For humans, that means he is about five to fifteen years younger than Jianjian?
This is simply a negligible difference.
These two people can be considered to be of the same age. They enjoy almost equal rights, and after being killed, they will most likely turn into a ball of flesh and blood instead of a wooden stake, grass clippings, a singularity of time and space, and the number 6.
"I bet that little boy will win. Three thousand silence points." Yi Cha said to himself.
Keqier stood obediently like a plaster statue by the wall. Of course, this guy didn't gamble, and he even refused to sit down. So he just talks.
There was a faint energy in that old broom, and that energy was more consistent with the aura of faith conveyed by the little boy named Walker - this consistency even surpassed that of the Moon Druid, who was the old owner. Maybe he could use it The real level of that old broom.
In addition, the pointy hand was seriously injured, and the boy had an absolute advantage in this regard.
The little boy and Jianjian stood face to face. They moved to the sides of a small clearing. Jianjian didn't pick up the cane, and stuck his injured hand in his trouser pocket. Walker also accepted no other help from the druids.
The lifeless corpses of the moon druid and the hybrid still leaned against the haystack. Shamoge, the Druid of Flame, stood away from them with his hands folded. A controlled indifference returned to her face.
Since Walker insisted on going his own way, Ayalvota, who was more closely connected with him, not only did not stop him, but instead added fuel to the fire, she had no reason to stop him - this was the Druid's creed.
Everything can only be a natural cycle.
"A fair duel. It seems like this." Yi Cha added, "Speaking of which, why do they want a fair duel? They should try sneak attacks and backstabbing first. Then everyone swarms up. Especially since everyone is so special. When you want the other person to die."
Ke Qier glanced at him and sighed.
Then he immediately realized something, opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth. But the impact had already been caused - a wave of obvious energy fluctuations spread from him as the origin.
All the conscious people present looked confused and turned their heads in the direction where they were.
Before their eyes arrived, Icha immediately increased the level and thickness of the concealment spells they used. They have become as inconspicuous as the stones on the roadside.
Hey. The sigh of an angel. Yi Cha thought. This can be seen as a ghost.
"You're not in the right state."
He looked at Keqier with the vision of law - as usual, the white line of order outlined the outline of an angel - he was not injured, let alone sick. Is there something he hasn't understood yet, so he can't see it? "What happened?"
"Well……"
Yi Cha waited patiently, but Ke Qier said nothing.
"Okay. Just pretend you're fine. Just tell me if you have any. There's nothing that can't be solved."
He quickly forgot about it as Walker gripped the broom and lunged for the tip.
Jianjian put one hand in his pocket and lowered the other hand, dodging back and forth, with a smiley expression on his face.
"You're pretty fast, kid." He said, his tone unusually calm. Old brooms hit him like raindrops - although the boy is not very strong, his agility is obviously the best among his peers.
But it still can't be compared with Jianjian.
The hybrid didn't make any attacks or blocks, just kept dodging, and easily dodged the pokes and sweeps of the old broom. Walker bit his lip without saying a word. He took one step to catch the rhythmic gap of the tip dodging, and swept the broom upward from bottom to top - the moonlight flashed on the head of the broom - he was indeed a moon believer, enough Being pious can activate the energy of the bright moon on the broom.
The tip jumped up lightly, dodged the broom that was poking at his stomach, pushed back and turned with his good hand, and landed just in front of Xia Moge.
"Dear Madam, as you can see, I have shown enough courtesy. The other party will fight for my life all the time."
As if to verify his words, Walker gritted his teeth, almost without making any sound, he got close behind Jianjian, raised the broom and slashed at his knees.
But Jianjian seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned to one side and easily dodged the boy's concentrated attack. He didn't even look at Walker and continued to talk to Xia Moge.
"I'm risking my life right now - where I grew up, it was like giving your head away to someone else. I'm willing to risk it now because I'm so ashamed and want to thank you His generosity allowed me to still eat, pee, and put something in my pocket.”
He flashed again and said sharply, "Beautiful Ms. Druid, I am so tolerant because I want to prove myself to you."
The moonlight shone slightly on the head of the broom again. Jianjian raised his good hand and caught the broom, making a sizzling sound in his palm.
Walker held the broom handle with both hands and struggled to pull back, but was caught firmly by the sharp tip and could not move.
"I hope you can trust me."
The mixed-race thug tilted his head and smiled sinisterly, "Everything I do next is forced. I am a public servant and will not do unreasonable things. Everything is fair."
Xia Moge also smiled at him.
Almost as soon as the two smiles appeared, Jianjian pulled out the injured hand and, as fast as lightning, grabbed the boy's throat.
Walker saw it—but whether it was too late or petrified, he did not let go of the broom handle.
At the same time, an object whistling with scorching wind passed by his pointed ear. He wants to stay away. But it's too slow.
A small, dense fireball struck his good hand.
Jianjian let go of the old broom, held his right wrist with his left hand, and knelt on the ground with a plop. Everyone could smell the burnt smell.
Walker's eyes widened and he took a step back, not following the attack but still maintaining the most alert posture he could muster.
"Why?"
His pointed lips trembled, and he stared at his burned left hand with a ferocious expression. Strangely, the smile on his face still did not disappear, which made his expression look extremely weird.
"fair."
Xia Moge's eyes brightened, "You mention this word, it really makes me feel ashamed.
Did you just say that? You have to cut off your hands to express repentance. I didn't fulfill your wish just now. Now I want to do it justice. "
Before she finished speaking, she fired another bright red fireball, which was much smaller than the previous miniature sun, but faster and more accurate - the hybrid thug's body shook violently, and the ball ignited his right hand.
Now in front of his elbows were two crackling balls of fire, like two fists made of flames. Jianjian fell face down and let out a horrible howl.
"Unexpectedly, the Flame Druid changed his mind."
Icha blinked. "She can indeed use a little bit of destructive power. The connection with Ifomed prevents her from completely abiding by the Druid Creed. She will not be weakened like Ayalwota."
"If overuse continues, this connection will become closer and closer..." Ke Qier said worriedly.
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