Chapter 881

Fog moon court, under the cloud canopy tree.

Although the scene of the unrest has been "cleaned" by the elves who arrived in time, we can still see the residual blood, the collision of knives and guns and the trampling of iron boots; The soil that has been spilled by plasma and penetrated is unusually soft.

In a strange and solemn atmosphere, all the elves in the whole fog moon court were gathered under the cloud canopy tree to form a circle. In the center was this bloody sand like an animal arena.

Although the elves elders repeatedly stressed that the two "messengers from afar" were engaged in the "battle of honor" under the common witness of the ancient wood forest, the elves present, especially the war dancers, still had a sad look in their eyes and remained silent among the excited and excited young elves around.

Like Luca, what they saw was not a "warrior duel" betting on life, honor and position, but a proud ancient wood forest. Between the Empire and the Azor Kingdom, even their own destiny had to be turned into a bet and left to outsiders to decide.

This almost desperate sense of powerlessness and unspeakable humiliation deeply tortured them

In the middle of the sand, with a modest smile, Meade, who stood with a negative hand, took his saber from Luca with a blue face and looked at the black haired wizard opposite leisurely, as if he had a winning ticket.

"... Lauren, is there really no problem?" Ai Yin, who looked worried, stood aside and kept "peeping" at the figure of the Azores ELF: "the other party is so confident, and his void reaction is also very strong..."

"Don't worry, the so-called 'Samurai way' of the Azores is no longer a secret to me." Loren smiled and waved his hand to the little wizard not to worry.

What's more, Loren himself wants to have a try to see what his level is.

In the three years after the end of the Centaur war, although Byrne's foreign wars were almost constant, most of them were small-scale mobilization and mainly demon hunters. Loren's chance to do it himself was greatly reduced, and he almost never met his opponents at the level of female martial god brenhild and faoda.

The only evil god apostle encountered was the dwarf supreme king, or a puppet Siberian goods used by the "black cross" serlior to force the dwarf to civil strife, which was inferior to the Centaur leader chakar.

Midell... This Azores elf, is the first opponent worthy of serious treatment in the past three years.

Loren must accept this battle even if it is just to find out the reality of the Azores and what is going on in the so-called "samurai way" system.

The most important thing is... Why refuse?

He can give the choice to the Elven elders and let them make decisions; But in this way, we have to bear certain risks; And even if you agree, it is likely that the internal division makes the agreement very ineffective.

Meade is right. Killing him (or himself) in front of all the Ancient Wood Forest Elves is simply the best way. On the one hand, it cuts off the ancient wood forest's right to choose, on the other hand, it can also act as a deterrent. Fear... Can make "friendship and peace" more unbreakable.

Finally, killing the difficult role of the other party is tantamount to undermining the plan of the Azor Kingdom (Empire) and winning more time for your own side.

Three birds with one stone.

Just then, the restless sand suddenly quieted down.

As the witness of the "battle of honor" and the "temporary representative" elected by the elders, the elder of fog moon court slowly walked into the sand and looked at them respectively. Deep sadness was hidden in a low sigh.

Does the future of ancient wood forest have to be decided by outsiders?

However, there is no way. If the ancient wood forest decides by itself, no matter which choice will eventually lead to division. The already loose ancient wood forest will be divided into two or even three; Blood relatives go their separate ways, and even fight for their respective camps

Such a sight is something they absolutely don't want to see.

"Today, we will witness the duel of life and honor between two distinguished guests from afar." the words of the elder of the fog moon court echoed under the cloud canopy tree:

"May the shining sun protect the unyielding, and may the moon shining forever bless the just;"

"May the ancient cloud canopy tree give them the courage to face life and death; may the winged birds in the forest remind them of their faith;"

"May the winner win and the loser lose!"

The elder of the fog moon court took a deep breath, staggered back to the edge of the sand, and took the long gun symbolizing the "battle of honor" from Luca with complex expression.

The moment the tip of the gun fell to the ground was the moment the duel began.

Standing in the same place, Meade relaxed and breathed, and leisurely pulled out the Azor long knife from the scabbard; The blade as bright as a mirror leaves a shadow of two steps in the bright sun.

Loren took the long gun "dragon teeth" from the small wizard and walked into the middle of the sand step by step with a dignified look.

The "dragon teeth" instead of Byrne's Secret silver sword "dawn" are mainly two considerations.

First of all, the duel that night has proved that the opponent's move principle is unknown, but he is not afraid of secret silver weapons; In addition, the length of "dragon teeth" is enough to restrain the sneak attack of "folding shadow sword".

The best way to deal with the enemy who is good at close attack is to keep a certain distance so that he can't stick it up.

"I see. Keep a distance from me with long weapons, so that the power of the shadow sword can not be expanded." Meade raised his head and looked at the Dragon teeth in Loren's hand with a smile:

"But long weapons also have the disadvantages of long weapons, which can not be fully displayed within the arms and elbows - have you ever considered such a problem?"

"Don't bother you." Lauren sneered and pushed back impolitely: "how the war dancers fight, I will fight."

"Oh..." Meade's eyes lit up: "it's the first time I've heard that humans can learn the skills of elves and dancers - it must be more rare than the dawn moon."

"No, no, no, it's not that exaggerated. I'm just a good imitator."

"Lord Loren Turin, you are joking again. Even if there are only a few human beings who can imitate war dancers in the world... Take the liberty to ask, which Elf Warrior professor taught you?"

"Do you want to know?"

"Of course."

"But I don't want you to know."

"You really haven't changed. You're still so funny..."

They talked and talked, and kept going back and forth; Until the elder of the fog moon court raised his long gun, he took a step back and waited for that moment with dignified eyes.

The shadow of a quiet tree, a green leaf falling in the wind.

The long gun was held high above his head. The elder of the fog moon court clenched his teeth, as if he had poured all his strength into the gun and suddenly fell down.

Bang -!

The tip of the gun sank into the soil and was firmly nailed in the sand.

"Duel... Start!"

At the moment when the voice fell, midell's eyes suddenly changed.

Falling leaves, split in two!

The Azores elves, who had been standing in place a moment ago, were only five steps away when they raised their swords in the blink of an eye.

The expressionless black haired wizard took his time, "dragon teeth" swept the tip of the gun and forced into midell's footwall with a sense of killing.

But at that moment, his chest suddenly cooled.

No!

The hands holding the gun tightened, instinctively retracted the Dragon teeth stabbed directly in front, and the head shifted to the right.

"Ding --!"

Almost at the same time of retracting the body of the gun, the sparks of the collision of weapons and blades burst out in front of the gun tip; The long knife pretending to stab leaves only a scar on the right shoulder.

As soon as Loren's heart strings tightened, he did not hesitate to choose the sliding step to dodge, and completed the defense while opening the "beyond perception".

"Good hiding!"

Meade, who calmly took back the knife, had a bright smile on his mouth and showed a trace of appreciation in his eyes: "it's good. The second confrontation can actually see through the trick of 'folding the shadow sword'... I still underestimate you."

"But last time we were just friends enjoying the moon. This time, if you accidentally 'slip your hand'..." with a long sound, Meade's eyes showed a trace of cold:

"... but you will really lose your life."

The dark haired wizard squinted, his eyes full of dignity.

The so-called shadow folding sword... Can not only make his knife "longer", but also turn the shadow into essence and become the second "Azor long knife".

In other words, he must deal with the attack of his two knives at the same time, and the attack direction of one of them is completely opposite, and even change the length in an instant because of the different angles of the sun.

What a... Disgusting move.

"I don't like such a mean move, but fighting is like this... It's interesting only when it's full of unknowns." Meade raised his mouth: "so come on, Lord Loren Turin..."

"... surprise me!"

The long knife rose horizontally and waved to the black haired wizard like a fast shadow.

Huh?!

The long Sabre of the round dance left three residual shadows in the air at the same time - cold as a real killing intention, like three sharp blades of ghosts, attacking yourself from left, middle and right at the same time!

The dazzling blade, even Lauren, who has turned on "beyond perception", can't tell which is a feint and which is the real killing opportunity.

Which of the three offensives is true?

Or... His real killing moves are hidden in the shadow?

Clenching his teeth, Loren quickly retreated, and the tip of the dragon's gun penetrated from the center of the three residual shadows and went straight to Midel's face.

"Dang --!"

The fire splashed, and the tip of the gun was blocked.

But the blade didn't!

The bright blade slipped from less than three inches in front of Lauren's eyes - if he didn't make a quick decision to retreat, he would have fallen on his head at the moment.

"Puff --!"

The flash shadow still left a blood mark on Loren's right arm.

"Oh, oh, I have warned you clearly. Why would I make the same mistake?" Meade, who waved the knife fiercely, joked cynically at the corners of his mouth: "where the shadow of the knife sweeps, it is all my blade."

"No matter the reflection of the sun and moon

Or the remnants of visual pause

It makes no difference to me. It's just a sharp blade in my hand. "

The expressionless Loren stepped back two steps, re opened his posture and raised the edge of the dragon's teeth.

"The blade lurking in the shadow and remnant image... Folding the shadow sword is such a low and sinister move." holding the long knife in his hand, Meade approached with a smile step by step, and his narrowed eyes contained a strong sense of killing:

"It's totally inconsistent with my character who likes to duel fairly - but I can't help it. That's the way of warrior cultivation and the ghost of killing who manipulates the shadow."

This guy... Still so much nonsense.

The dark haired wizard sighed. This was not the first time he was beaten by the enemy, but it was the most oppressive one.

Faoda, chakar, brenhild... And even the "black cross" serliol, almost all suppress themselves in all aspects and can only get a glimmer of vitality in the struggle.

The feeling they bring to themselves is like a natural disaster. They are absolutely victorious and unshakable in power.

But in front of midell... It's indistinguishable and unpredictable. It's a terror that clearly can see his figure, but he seems to be hiding in the dark, like the shadow behind him.

Just as he described himself - the blade lurking in the remnant image, the killing ghost manipulating the shadow.

"Dang --!"

The collision sound of the sharp blade came, and the narrow blade hit the tip of the dragon's tooth again without warning.

Loren's arm trembled slightly, and the strength from the front made the long gun sink and deviate from the original "track"; With a smile, Meade holds a knife in both hands. The blade is pressed on the gun body of Longya and splits up all the way!

The light blade is not heavy, but it skillfully suppresses the direction of dragon teeth, so that Loren can't drag the gun to fight back.

Life and death, only in an instant!

At the moment when the blade was about to cut off his wrist, the black haired wizard suddenly slipped back and dodged. At the same time, he did not hesitate to release the "dragon teeth", resulting in Meade's failure and barely striving for a three-step gap.

Three steps... Enough!

Loren, who slid back, gently raised his left hand.

High level spell, Turin fire.

"Boom --!!!"

It was the roar of a trembling heart, and the dazzling golden red exploded between the two!

Watching the raging flames roll up, there was a scream around.

But Meade did not dodge, his mouth showed a cold smile, and the blade in his hand stabbed into the dazzling fire.

"Poof --!"

The knife flashed.

The cracked flame was like a soft silk, and the residual shadow passing with a flash cut a crack from the center.

Loren's eyes widened and he was completely stunned.

How?

How could

The fire of Turin... The flame of explosion

Cut off by him!

There was no time to react. The black haired wizard immediately slipped back to avoid the shadow attacking the face door.

"It's dangerous. If you encounter such a fierce flame, you'll be crushed immediately?" the golden red fire reflected on Meade's face, making his smile more ferocious:

"But you seem to forget that the more fierce the flame is, the deeper its shadow is..."

"The blade hidden in the shadow is more and more sharp!"