"Ding!"
A black heavy sword flew across the sky, cutting off all the branches wrapped around the magic shield, and nailed it firmly to the ground.
"Tian...Tiandu!"
Gejir looked at the black heavy sword and the deep voice. The fear hidden deep in his heart surged out like a tide. Madness took over his heart, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble.
"ah!!!"
The forest troll retracted all the branches with a hiss, letting out a scream, and looking in the direction of the long street, there was more fear in its eyes.
The orc's face was also a little frightened. He shook his head and took two steps back. He shook his head and said with some collapse: "No...impossible! He...he died three years ago! There is no way he is still alive!"
Mag Alex, this name once resounded throughout the Nolan continent, almost represented invincibility.
The strongest orc warrior was defeated by his sword, the most ferocious demon could only hold its tail between its legs in front of him, and the giant dragon soaring in the sky was also killed by his sword. This is a story that made Nolan the strong man feel. The name of fear is like a sharp sword hanging above the head.
Fortunately, he died three years ago.
Three years ago on this Wudao Street, they watched him fall with their own eyes.
As participants, they knew that Alex, who had broken half of his bones, severed his tendons and hamstrings, and was cursed by magic, would be a cripple for the rest of his life even if he did not die.
However, he appears again.
In Tiandu, the sword that only Alex can control reappears, seeming to herald that person's return.
The endless fear made them feel colder than the autumn rain. That night, dozens of level 10 masters surrounded him and killed him, but he killed half of them. It was a fluke that they survived.
The tragic scene of that night is still vivid in my mind when I think about it now. Even after making the most complete preparations and gathering more than a dozen level 10 masters, I still paid a heavy price to knock him down.
Looking back on it afterwards, Gejir even felt that if there hadn't been any half-elf baby, all of them might have died there.
Irina looked at the sword, and slowly loosened her hand holding the black ball. Surprised, she scrutinized it a little more, and said to herself: "I haven't seen you for three years, and you can even say such things." Well, it seems that we need to take a closer look at who he has met in the past three years. Moreover, has his strength... recovered? "
"Kill her first! Then we will join forces to kill Alex! There is no way he can regain his peak strength." Gejir tried to calm down and shouted sternly, and slashed at Irina again with the slightly trembling sword in his hand. .
The orcs and the troll also calmed down. The troll let out a roar, and countless branches turned into spears glowing with light. The hair on the orc's body suddenly turned bright red, and he rushed towards Irina crazily.
Even if Alex is not dead, he will never be able to return to his peak after suffering such a serious injury three years ago. As long as Irina dies, the three of them will still have a chance to fight back.
At this moment, a black shadow appeared on the street a hundred meters away. In the next moment, a hand held the Tiandu sword standing in front of Irina. A man in a black robe was already blocking the way. In front of Irina, the sound of breaking the air sounded.
"It seems that you want to die." Mag raised his eyes and glanced at Gejir, then swung the heavy sword in his hand.
The two-meter broadsword burning with red fire dyed half of the sky red. Compared with the heavy sword as black as ink, it seemed to have an absolute advantage in terms of momentum.
However, the jet-black heavy sword was very fast, and its not-so-sharp blade cut the space into tiny cracks.
The swords collided, making a crisp sound like metal and stone hitting each other.
The expected close match did not appear. The roaring red sword was broken at the waist, and a half-meter-long broken blade flew away and was nailed to the wall a hundred meters away. The sword in Gejir's hand Numerous cracks appeared on the remaining half of the knife, which was scattered into pieces.
Mag turned sideways and made a sword flower with the heavy sword in his hand. The branches that were stabbed like spears suddenly seemed to be twisted into a crusher. After a series of clanging sounds, they turned into sawdust on the ground, without a single one. Able to break through his defenses.
"Alex, go to hell!"
The orc, who transformed into a giant red ape, let out a roar, leaped high and struck Alex down with a stick.
The biggest difference between orcs and humans, apart from their dark green skin, is that orcs can enter a state of madness and even transform into ferocious beasts in a short period of time.
The most terrifying thing about the ability of the orcs to occupy a place on the Nolan Continent is their powerful strength. They do not require any skills. As the level increases, their strength can be increased hundreds of times and thousands of times, and then they can defeat all the orcs with their overwhelming power in battle. The opponent was smashed into meat pies.
His tough and direct fighting style is somewhat similar to the character of an orc.
Card is the great elder of the Red Ape tribe and ranks among the top ten elders of the orc tribe. Although he ranks at the bottom, his combat power is still extremely powerful.
Three years ago, he had never seen Alex's power with his own eyes. He had heard more about the legends, but that night he saw with his own eyes a tenth-level peak powerhouse who fell under that man's sword.
This man, who had been declared disabled for life and died in a fire, unexpectedly appeared again.
But he had no choice. Today's task was related to the future of the entire Red Ape Tribe. If he died here today, the Red Ape Tribe would still be one of the top ten tribes in the next five hundred years.
So, he could die, but he didn't want to die.
The black iron rod with a thick arm brought out a series of afterimages. It looked like an ordinary stick, but it seemed that even the void was crushed, and dark cracks appeared.
There are not many level 10 strong men on the Nolan Continent. If a family can have more than ten, it can be called a strong family.
Among them, the largest number are dragons born at the fifth level, so the dragons occupy Dragon Island, overlooking all races.
Even among the elves, there are less than ten magicians who have reached level ten.
As for the weakest goblins and dwarves who focus on forging and building, there are no more than five masters in the clan who can reach level ten.
Level 10, he is recognized as the pinnacle powerhouse in Nolan Continent.
This stick is Card's pinnacle stick, the highest level of madness, abandoning all fancy things, leaving only the purest power and explosion.
This stick seems to be able to crush the sky.
"roll."
Mag raised his head and glanced at Card, then slapped the black heavy sword in his hand away with his backhand.
It was also a sword without any fancy features. It didn't use a sharp tip or a sharp blade. The sword body with simple patterns was just shot sideways.
The thick iron rod was bent at a weird angle, and sparks flew everywhere before breaking under the weight and breaking into two pieces.
The broad and straight sword blade fell onto Card's chest unabated, and with a snap, the majestic and furry chest sank deeply!
The dull sound was like hitting leather!
The tragic screams stopped suddenly!
Card, who came in anger, flew back like a kite, landed more than ten meters away, and landed with a crash!
