Twenty Sided Dice

Outside the hood formed by the light waves, Evan was wielding the magic-breaking sword "Bonfire", striking again and again. ∧∧.┭┭.╬c╃om is like a blacksmith forging a hot sword embryo, and the mask is constantly sputtering out fragments of light. These fragments of pure elemental energy mixed will burn after falling to the ground, and then a blue smoke will emerge, turning into a pool of mud.

However, the mask is constantly being generated, and there is another layer under one layer. Seeing that he was making useless efforts, Evan changed his strategy, pierced the long sword into the mask, and pressed it with all the strength of his body. Wave after wave of shocks came from the sword, as if being beaten continuously by a strong man. Evan has never suffered so much damage and pain since his swordsmanship. He gritted his teeth, stomped his legs firmly on the ground, and pushed the Demon-Breaking Sword into the depths of the mask.

"The people outside are working hard, but unfortunately it's too late to save you." Yarel said, but the movements of his hands did not stop for a moment. The two daggers flew up and down, often digging into Siegel's defensive circle from impossible angles. If it weren't for his quick reaction and quick movements, Siegel would have been stabbed to the point of death long ago.

The Master struggled to support, but never lost his confidence. The more at the juncture of crisis, the more we must calmly look for opportunities; but again, if we can't find opportunities, we can only desperately work hard.

Before the time of desperate effort——Siegel's weapon was held by the two swords, and the strength of the two men was evenly matched, and a stalemate occurred at this moment. He suddenly changed to holding the sword in one hand, freeing one hand to touch the belt. Yarel twisted his swords, and Stardust smashed back on Siegel's shoulder. However, Stardust only has the tip of the sword, and the rest is like a blunt sword. With the protection of the armor, Siegel is not injured. ≥≈≠net?.┮.

At the same time, the dragon tooth dagger was thrown out by Siegel and went straight to Yarel's lower abdomen. The slowest moving part of the body is the abdomen, so it is also the most difficult to dodge. Yarel frowned and twisted her body hard, but she was still a step late. The dragon tooth dagger cut open his coat, leaving a finger-long wound on his body. Blood seeped out immediately.

"You're no longer an ooze monster." Siegel endured the pain from his limbs and kept his footsteps spinning around Yarel. "Do you believe in the **** of murder or the **** of ooze? Don't you think it's disgusting to be sticky and soft?"

Yarel's face changed, but when something came to his mouth, he endured it. Just speed up the movement of the hands again. Siegel's heart froze when the mask opened and repelled the elements. He knew that his swordsmanship was not as good as Evan's. If he was entangled by that weird mucus, it would be a big trouble. But Yarel just fought with ordinary tricks, without any intention of transforming.

So Siegel estimates that the reticle has an effect on Yarel as well. Finally found the opportunity to try it out. That shed blood is a beacon of navigation in the dark, pointing the way forward.

"Yariel, how long has it been, it's almost two minutes?" Siegel said to him: "tick, tick, tick, time flies like water, why don't you work hard?"

"as you wish!"

A dagger stabbed at Siegel's right ear, blocked by Stardust, while the other dagger seized the opportunity and went straight to his throat. ≦≠v≈Net.┮╊.╃c╈om Siegel took the initiative to lower his head and charge forward before the blade stabbed. The control range of the short sword is closer than that of the long sword. But there are still blind spots. Siegel couldn't get a safe casting distance, so he simply bumped into it and fought him personally.

Since it can't become a sticky ooze state, it's not terrible to fight close to the body. If the long sword can't be swung out, it will make the short sword equally uncomfortable.

A blood line flew out from the side of Siegel's neck, but fortunately it only scratched the skin and did not damage the blood vessels. As long as he hesitated a moment ago, he would take the initiative to cut his throat. Evan gasped for breath, and then shouted loudly. He admired Siegel's calm and decisive determination and action.

All three armed hands were raised in the air, and Siegel placed the only unarmed left hand on the wound in Yarel's abdomen. He dug in with his fingers. This amazing pain should make ordinary people stunned, but Yarel obviously won't be defeated so easily. He swung his dagger horizontally and slashed Siegel's neck from behind.

"Use your body to taste the plasma!" Siegel activated the plasma lines in his body and put huge energy directly into Yarel's body from his fingertips. The rampant energy turned his body into a skin of light. The bones and internal organs showed clear shadows on the skin.

Erosion, Burn, Penetrate, Explode! Siegel mercilessly and unreservedly released all the plasma energy. ≦≠v≈Net.┮╊.╃c╈om He heard the sound of organs breaking, smelled the stench of burning flesh, and watched every pore of Yarel spurting electric light and flames. The dagger knocked on the mage's neck, but there was no strength and no damage was done. Then, Yarel fell softly. like mud.

The light curtain disappeared, and Evan stumbled and almost fell. "Finally killed?" he asked.

Siegel nodded, put the dragon tooth dagger back in his waist, and stretched his hands into the long sleeves of the other hand. He took a few steps, staggering and unsteady on his feet.

"Do you still have any healing potions there? Give me a bottle." Siegel squinted his eyes and said after blinking, "My space bag still doesn't seem to be able to be opened."

"I looked for it, I remembered to carry it with me." Evan took it out from the back of his waist. He didn't take out the potion bottle, but took out a flying knife. He threw it hard in the direction indicated by Siegel's eyes!

Siegel waved his arms, took out his wand from his sleeve in one hand, and an obsidian dagger in the other. "Appear, lurker!"

The brilliance of magic illuminated the hall, and a figure was forced out from the invisible state. His body is not completely substantial, there is still black mist transpiring in some places, and there are many transparent areas on the outline of his body. He was holding a snake-shaped dagger in his right hand with a faint green light on it, and the other hand was in front of him, blocking the dazzling light.

This person is Yarel!

The dagger thrown blindly by Evan was obviously blessed by luck, and it hit the target accurately and pierced into Yarel's armpit. ≮≦∈vnet≧≦w╃ww. Siegel swung his weapon and severed his wrist holding the snake-shaped dagger. Yarel let out a howl of pain, and his left hand became claw-like and grabbed at Siegel's throat.

The bonfire slashed from the slanting thorn and cut off the claw. Then Evan pulled the cut sword and cut off the muscles of Yarel's legs. Just as he was about to continue his attack, Siegel stopped him.

Evan was puzzled: "What do you keep him for? Do you still expect him to tell you any information?"

"I'm not that stupid," Siegel said. "I just want to know what's going to happen in two minutes." He looked at Yarel, who was scolding on the ground, and his slimy body trying to heal. The mage tapped the beat with his fingers and made a "tick-tock" sound from his mouth.

The two minutes were up, and the black goo was on fire. But Yarel was already dead at this time, so there was no scream. Including body, clothes and weapons, the flames destroyed all traces of his existence in the world.

The flames beat continuously, igniting the corpses of the remaining assassins in black.

"This flame is very beautiful." Evan glanced around carefully. Muscles are still tense. Who knows where another assassin will jump out! These guys are ghosts and ghosts, and they can't always rely on the soldiers' intuitive reactions to prevent them.

"Relax, there are no enemies around." Siegel summoned the defensive staff into his hand and leaned on it softly. He opened the space bag, took out a bottle of healing potion, raised his head and drank it. The cool potion brought him a comfortable feeling from within. At least the throbbing pains were temporarily suppressed.

"They are very good at hiding and sneaking, but they are not as good as the dragon in my territory." Siegel took out another bottle of potion, poured it on several serious wounds, and said with a grin: "I have seen with my own eyes how they disappeared, and there are ways to prevent them. When they are added to the magic circle as an early warning, you can rest in peace."

"It's really convenient to be a mage. You can think of any way. But when it comes to the most critical time, no matter how good your brain is, you still need to have good skills."

"Yes, I've been lazy recently. I haven't exercised in a long time." Siegel snapped his fingers, summoned a floating disc, and sat on it.

Seeing the comfortable mage, Evan snorted, but also sat up, not polite at all. Although he didn't seem to have many wounds, in fact, most of his injuries were in his body, and the shock to his internal organs made him nauseous. Since there is an effortless way to move, Evan is naturally not stupid enough to use it.

"Do you know why I stopped you from killing him at the end?" Siegel said to Evan beside him as the floating disc floated up.

"Killing the priest of God will be inspired by divine spirit. Are you worried that I will get into trouble later?" Evan said: "In fact, no matter what, trouble will follow me like a shadow, and adding a **** of murder is no big deal."

"It's not like that, I didn't think about you like that!" Siegel said with a smile. "Okay. No kidding. I just want to know if it's true that sacrificing your life for two minutes is true. I want to know whether the **** of murder is an evil **** with principles, plans, and pursuits, or is it a A **** who just wants to kill and cause chaos."

"Oh~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I understand." Evan nodded, patted Siegel's shoulder, and said, "Are you worried that the God of Murder will kill the inhabitants of your territory? After all, assassins and There is a difference between lunatics, and I even like the former. There are some assassins in the Starry Kingdom who collect money. Their skills are also good. Although it is a headache for kings and lords, they are subject to gold coins, and there are rules to speak of. According to I know that there are quite a few lords who will deal with them, buy peace with gold coins, or use them to clear some opponents. But if there is such a guy who kills without blinking an eye and has no principles, no one will contact him. I will only do my best to kill them quickly."

"Indeed," Siegel said slowly, "I'm not afraid of challenges, but I only worry about implicated innocent people. The best way is to put yourself in the light and let the shadows come to you. As long as your own light is strong enough , why are you afraid of these little tricks?"

"You are quite confident, but I really don't want to meet these black assassins again." Evan sighed and pointed to the ground damaged by various spells: "Look, it took a lot of effort. Defeat these guys and leave nothing behind, come back empty-handed, come back empty-handed!"

"It's good to survive, don't think about it so much." Siegel smiled: "It's not just money and loot that are the gains."

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