"I'll help you die early and be born early!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-colored mist swooped down. The bow and arrow in Black Knife's hand kept firing, but they all passed through the blood mist. Just when he was about to pull out the arrow from the quiver, his throat was already stuck tightly by George, and following the inertia of his fall, he and the bow were smashed to the ground, hitting the soft grass. A big herringbone-shaped hole appeared!
It is said that barbarians who drank a "strength potion" before a battle were as strong as the Cyclops. Black Knife, who once wandered around the arena, has suffered countless times. But this time, Black Knife once again recalled the fear that once dominated him.
Suppressing the shaking feeling in his head, Heidao wielded his two knives with all his strength and struck George's wrist. George was not in a hurry. After letting go, he jumped back easily, dodged his attack, and looked at the black knife leisurely, struggling to climb out of the pit in embarrassment.
George stretched out a finger and shook it slightly in front of his eyes to express his disdain. This provocative action common to all planes made the black knife rush towards George like a bull in heat.
To be fair, Black Knife’s melee skills are really impressive, his double-knife dance is airtight, and his double-knife is also a special black blade. With his unique sword circuit, if he stares at the path of the knife for a long time, George will even I felt a little dizzy, as if there were shadows of swords and swords in all directions.
"Whoa!" Without paying attention, the blade of the black knife swiped across George's shield, and then pulled back suddenly, cutting George's forearm with a deep knife mark that could be seen in the bone. Under the pain, the shield in George's hand was It fell down, and taking advantage of this gap, the black knife's two blades formed a cross shape and cut towards George's face.
Lower your center of gravity, step forward, exhale, push your elbows, and exert your energy!
"The art of controlling blood!"
The two forward knives deviated from their original trajectory under the influence of the blood control technique, narrowly grazing George's silver hair. George's elbow hit the black knife's collarbone with thunderous force. Go up and knock him five feet away!
But this time, Heidao, who fell to the ground, really didn't have the strength to get up anymore.
"What kind of monster are you...?"
Black Knife, who fell to the ground, had no desire to fight anymore. All that was left in his mind was the fear of the silver-haired young man in front of him. He was clearly aware of the fighting skills used by the silver-haired young man opposite him, as well as his unique movements. Methods, etc. are definitely not something that elves or humans can possess.
"I am..." With a smile on his face, George leaned close to Heidao's ear and whispered the second half of the sentence, which almost made Heidao vomit blood:
"Guess! I have no obligation to explain to the loser."
Ignoring Black Knife's murderous gaze, George had sensed that Lova had already finished her work and was on her way back in triumph. George looked in the other direction. As he expected, not long after, Lova and her elf hunters appeared in his field of vision with a dozen wild elves covered in camouflage colors.
Among them, the middle-aged elf holding a magic wand caught George's attention.
"Druid?" George muttered to himself.
This strange druid has bird feathers on his head, a purple turban on his forehead, and strange lines on his face. He looks like an African indigenous chief from another world.
But, why does his face look like he’s seen it somewhere before?
"Dad, save me!"
Black Blade roared with all his strength, his eyes filled with hope again.
"Dad?"
