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Chapter 607 0602: Sword Dance of Wolves and Elves
Geraint gave him a strange look.

He is not as sharp as Ariel, but he is also a knight of the imperial emblem, and he also realizes that Ivan's attitude towards Roxani is very subtle.

Reminiscent of Mengyue Apostle searching for him, it's hard to say, what role is Ivan in the other party's eyes?
The elf didn't show it, just watched him exclaim.

Ivan pointed to the vortex that shook the earth and asked, "What the hell is this!"

"Scarworms, legendary creatures."

Geraint frowned. "They are cursed and controlled, and they are also three-headed legendary creatures, huh, so cruel."

Even without the orc army, Thornton Kaya would have faced extreme disaster.

Approaching silently, driving the legendary creature to surprise.

Mengyue Apostle's activities in the northern border were rampant to the extreme.

Who can feel their urgency, these lunatics are looking for Roxani no matter the cost.

Is she in Sandton Kaya?

The storm gathered in the sky, and the clouds became thick and low in the blink of an eye. The swirling cloud vortexes echoed the ground, and three piles of rising ruins kept advancing.

The clear sky is rapidly dimming, like a tired person slowly closing his eyes.

The shadows at the edge of the forest were being pulled repeatedly, and dozens of Mengyue apostles walked forward while muttering.

In an instant, Thornton Kaya was surrounded.

The cargo horses neighed and overturned, and the camels fled crazily. As far as the eye could see, there were caravans galloping away on the Qiuming Ancient Road.

Among the screaming crowd, the Thornton Wolf Rider appeared, fighting against the turbulent current, and charged with the Mengyue Apostle.

Collins rushed to the commander, and the cavalry were surprised to find that there was no head under the intruder's cloak, but a glowing round stone, and the wolves became very irritable.

Apostle Mengyue took out a worn-out magic weapon, and a long-handled iron staff tied with relics one by one.

They can be summoned by secret techniques, and they are also good at fighting. They fight fiercely in the dizzying aftertaste of magic. In an instant, flames, lightning, and ice cones dance on the steel surface.

This group of lunatics with different postures had a tacit understanding, slashing and attacking with magic, like puppets manipulated by the same conjurer.

Collins has seen worse.

He used the closing formation, and a few short and effective instructions calmed down the cavalry.

There are also magicians in the Thornton Kaya formation, and they are not of high rank. They chanted interlacedly under the command of Collins,
The armor of the wolf cavalry collided with the enemy's magic weapon.

The sparks are gradually decreasing. With the support of the rear shield, the rider will produce a short ripple when he slashes, which proves that the halo has been stacked to the extreme and can already weaken the magic damage.

"Ken has a great commander."

Geraint was born in the military, and he could see the doorway. Looking back at Thornton Kaya at this time, he could vaguely see the fortifications that were quickly built and the evacuated residents.

Sentinels are probing and delaying.

In the face of an unknown enemy, the commander takes the lead to grasp the intelligence, which is an extremely confident and calm way of fighting.

"He was very courageous and very confident."

As Geraint was speaking, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to hold the slender steel sword, and turned around slowly.

Ivan shuddered inexplicably.

A person walked out from behind a boulder not far away.

Meng turned his body and pressed the feather blade, with a calm expression, his gaze drifted past Ivan and landed on the silver-patterned handle on Geraint's waist.

His hair was tied back and there were tattoos all over his neck.

Geraint had intelligence, and quickly determined Meng's identity, and inadvertently glanced at his injured leg.

It was this glance that was caught by Meng.

Meng belonged to attack first, then think.

At the same time as a few steps flashed past, my thoughts gradually fell back:
Giant monsters attacked, the orcs and the kingdoms of the southern border declared war and turned against each other. At this time, two strange and suspicious guys appeared within the range of the tribe. The two sides met each other, and he even stared at your old wounds!

Meng slashed and cut off a lot.

The time of confrontation with light weapons is usually extremely short, and if you try to react to the limit, fatal injuries will be caused between the intersections.

Like a black thunder, it approached the elf's throat in the blink of an eye, and the feather blade was parried by two slender steel swords and cut to the side.

But behind him there was a misty shadow of a wolf.

The wolf continued to pounce on Geraint.

The elf managed to dodge it, feeling its claws graze its skin.

As soon as he stabilized his posture, he was faced with continuous slashing by the broken blade. The two sides fought in the green light and black smoke, making fatal moves at an extremely dangerous distance.

Geraint pulled away in an instant, his brows were furrowed, and blood flowed from the base of his ears.

Meng stared at the enemy closely, and there was a wolf spirit floating behind him - ready to transform into a solid body and pounce on him at any time.

He also pressed his ribs, feeling a vague warmth and tingling.

Geraint set up the double swords again, his eyes became focused, but there was a humiliated anger in his heart, and he was not respected in the field of fast swords.

The elf was watching him carefully.

Meng was really decisive, holding the feather blade tightly with his body sideways, his eyes were as cold as the wolf spirit floating behind him.

"Tsk."

Geraint twitched the steel sword, and several segments of green light flashed along with the edge. Around them, the thick winter pines broke one after another, and the surface of the boulder was also directly broken.

Meng reacted quickly, swiping the feather blade, floating black smoke.

The phantom wolf claws are fighting against the green light.

Geraint has the strength and pride of a knight with the imperial emblem, but with his sharp elf sword skills in the past, he has no sense of security at this moment-the opponent is not afraid, and he is not even embarrassed when the blade cuts the skin of his neck.

Flying on the edge of life and death is the most noble sport for a swordsman, but the vague sense of crisis is becoming more and more obvious.

what exactly is it?
Geraint's intuition was right.

He urged Ling Yiqu, the two swords were like light, and the superimposed power carried killing intent.

The pair of pupils with green leaf spots flashed golden.

The green mist exploded, countless vines rose from the bottom of the feet, and a complex and magnificent wooden magic circle emerged.

The wolf spirit was torn apart, and the black mist shattered.

Meng waved his feather blade to block, did not leave the magic circle, and kept increasing the speed of the knife within the most dangerous distance.

The magic circle was frozen, and the wolf spirit was dispersed.

Geraint finally saw clearly the weapon used by his opponent—this Lone Wolf Feather Blade, which was intentionally hidden sideways and wrapped in black mist.

A red streamer floated in the air.

The scabbards hung on the back of the waist shook like a soul bell, and the ancient totem was flowing and agile at this moment, and the red lines were bright and dripping, absorbing all the elven magic that escaped around.

Meng was still swinging the knife close to his body.

Geraint woke up with a start, and the two swords danced out a sword storm, creating a steel-bladed restricted area in the blink of an eye.

The opponent still doesn't dodge!
Is he crazy?

Meng clenched the weapon tightly, the gemstone inlaid on the top of the handle suddenly flashed, and the Nida sediment absorbed the surrounding energy, triggering the state of wolf spirit enchantment.

In an instant, the surface of the blade was occupied by black and red.

Meng used the power of enchantment to break through the steel restricted zone, and felt that there were more than a dozen non-fatal wounds on his body.

He had no scruples, and focused on going straight to the opponent's throat.

The lone wolf's feather blade made a sound of breaking the wind, cut into the elf's right ear, cut off the entire collarbone obliquely, and then pierced through the lower left rib.

Meng was taken aback.

The slash doesn't have the touch of a corpse.

(End of this chapter)