"Finally... someone finally came. It really... made me wait."
A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the four-armed monster. The three of them were not too surprised by this. Judging from the extremely human demeanor of the other party, it was not surprising that he could speak.
Mo Bei kicked off the two jungle hunters strung on the blade, reactivated the sacred shield, switched out the meditation aura, quickly restored the mana of the three of them, then shook off the blood on the blade and said :
"Since you can speak human language, why don't you introduce yourself?"
He still wanted to get the details of the other party. Although the monster in front of him could barely compete with the novice BOSS Eye of Fire in the game, if he really used it as a novice, it is estimated that the three of them would not end well.
"Ah..."
"No need...it's been too long and I can't remember it anymore."
"Besides, there's no need to talk to a dead person."
The sand knight's speech was not coherent, and it seemed that he had not used this language for a long time. However, he knew that the other three were recovering, but he still looked calm and calm, not in a hurry to take action.
"You're really interesting. You don't even know what you are, but you're still working hard day by day."
Mo Bei sneered, and slowly took out the water bag, but only rinsed his mouth, and then poured the water on the ground in front of him, showing his utmost contempt and provocation.
You have a cannon on your head, why are you pretending to be so cool? .
Perhaps this sentence really touched the opponent's sore spot. The scarlet eyes flashed slightly for a few times, and then the four long knives that were originally held in the hand and drooped gently were pressed down, and the tips of the knives almost touched the ground.
Mo Bei looked at the four motionless long knives and knew that this was not a precursor to an attack, but that the other party had subconsciously strengthened their control over the weapons in their hands.
Therefore, the more stable the blade is, the more it indicates that the other person is not very happy.
"My name...Batuk."
The other party spoke again, his voice deeper, but his tone was quite proud.
"do not know."
Mo Bei said this in an understatement, which made the other party's eyes become colder and colder, and he almost couldn't stand it any longer.
He really didn't know him. After all, he wasn't from the same era. How could he meet him?
But it doesn't mean that he hasn't heard of it. This name is really thunderous.
One of the two most powerful men in the Mage Tribe era, the bloody warlord Batuk.
He is also the creator of the Serpent Man Legion and the culprit of the division and destruction of the Mage Tribe.
But why is this thing here?
It makes absolutely no sense!
From the moment the other party appeared, Mo Bei had guessed that inside the body of the sand knight would be the soul of an ancient strong man like the Dark Elder, but he did not expect that the other party would be so powerful.
However, since the opponent is still staying here honestly, it means that his upper limit of strength is not enough to penetrate this magically strong dungeon and kill the monsters here with him.
Maybe it's not that easy to find a body here that can display that kind of strength.
fine. . . It should be possible to fight. . .
Thinking of this, Mo Bei calmed down and began to prepare for the attack.
Bartuk seemed to have had enough of Mo Bei's ridicule. He raised his arms and crossed the long knives in his hands. The blades rubbed against each other and unfolded. The blades suddenly heated up, just like Griswold's sharpness, and turned red. Exuding billowing heat.
Mo Bei saw the opponent's figure appear illusory for a while, and then felt the ground tremble, and the shield in his hand moved to the right like a conditioned reflex.
"Keng!!"
An explosion made his eardrums hurt. He tried his best to resist the force coming from the shield, but it moved several inches laterally, and the sword of excellence in his hand was also cut away.
It was as if a whirlwind of flames blew past him. While two long knives were knocking him back, Bartuk had already spun around, and the other two long knives were slashing at the head of Perona behind him.
"What a bastard...I don't want to be ridiculed..."
Mo Bei cursed in his heart, crushed the bricks on the ground with his foot, and charged to the side, using his sword and shield to hit Batuk.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's slash was a feint. The fiery tip of the knife turned and pointed directly at Mo Bei, and then the two sides collided. Mo Bei, who charged forward, was pushed back two steps and almost knelt down on one knee.
Not only because of the huge pressure, but also the severe pain that burned his heart, he groaned and his eyes were about to burst.
The four long knives stuck to the edge of the shield and penetrated Mo Bei's chest from four directions. The tip of the knife penetrated for more than two inches, as if a ball of magma was injected into his chest, which was extremely painful.
The health points dropped as if a floodgate had been opened, and finally stopped nearly halfway.
Batuk felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment. He was surprised at both Mo Bei's strong defense and the huge damage he suffered.
The moment the long knife penetrated Mo Bei's body, his side ribs were also pierced by the Sword of Excellence, and at the same time, a wave of damage far exceeding the sword's piercing was inflicted on his internal organs.
Halo of thorns!
He immediately realized the source of the damage, but he didn't know that the halo of thorns actually came from the Divine Word Bow in Milor's hand. Thinking that the kid in front of him had invested all his skill points in this kind of counter-injury method, he felt disdainful in his heart.
"A scumbag without a strong heart!"
He snorted contemptuously, but there was no sloppiness in his movements. He raised his foot and kicked Mo Bei's shield, causing the Excellent Sword that pierced his ribs to separate from his body, and freed up his arm to chop down the arrows shot by Milor. The arrow rushed through Perona's rising wall of fire in an instant, chasing Mo Bei with slashes and slashes, and the offensive was extremely fierce.
Not far away, Perona's eyes flashed with flames, her black hair danced wildly, and she almost went berserk.
Another powerful enemy that can restrain her fire spell!
Seeing that Mo Bei was in passive defense, she mobilized her mental power with all her strength, condensed the hellfire into a blazing pillar of fire, made a sharp whistling sound, and suddenly sprayed towards Bartuk's head.
Even if it is restraint, there should always be an upper limit!
The flames condensed as if they had an entity, instantly burning a piece of charcoal on Bartuk's face and penetrating along his ear canal, causing him to roar and jump out of the Hellfire's attack range.
Mo Bei took the opportunity to drink a bottle of comprehensive vitality rejuvenation potion and charged forward again.
The battle entered a fierce stage at the beginning, and Bartuk's ferociousness far exceeded any enemy the three of them had ever encountered before.
The four long knives seem to be controlled by four people respectively, but they also work together as one. Not only was Mo Bei so suppressed that he could only defend, he also cut down almost all of Milor's arrows, with only a few guide arrows leaking through his blind spots and nailing him in the back of the heart.
Mo Bei's super high defense and resistance were completely unable to withstand his attacks. After a few rounds, several cracks were cut in the armor. The edges of the cracks were all melted, and the fire damage made him miserable.
"This damn body..."
Bartuk gritted his teeth and cursed. As a strong man of the mage tribe, he was given a body that could not bear his mental power. He could only deal with three trash fish in his eyes. His brain, which was not much bigger than his fist, was like It feels like it's about to burst, it's simply disgusting.
And Mo Bei's tenacity far exceeded his expectations, and there was also the counter-injury of the thorn halo. If he couldn't kill this paladin first, he might really be consumed to death here.
Thinking of this, he roared violently and gave up resisting Milor's arrows. The four long knives danced into a dense whirlwind of blades and enveloped Mo Bei.
