Chapter 135
As the sun gradually rises, the originally flustered ogre gradually regains his senses from the raid. More and more ogre roars and joins the battle, although there are already many dancers in the battle. We fight desperately to fight riddled with scars, but these skin is rough, flesh is thick monsters will not affect them as long as they are not fatal injuries.
The more pain, the more death, the more you can trigger the wildness of these monsters!
No matter how the war dancers of the Wind-Zhufenglin fight forgotten to death, the thin silhouette is impossible to block these huge things for half a step, and the original orderly array is instantly torn up and all split up and in pieces , The battlefield continues to shrink.
More and more elven warriors can only stand up lance and fight from the front; the war dancers who originally wandered among the big trees also had to step on the ground to dodge every fatal attack , Tear open Ogre's huge body with a sharp spear tip.
Even so, none of the elves of the Wind-Zhuxinglin have chosen to turn around and run away, roaring like red eyes, and fighting to the end with these enemies that are far stronger than them.
They can’t retreat—the one who can still stand here is already the last warrior of the entire Wind-Zhufeng Lin. After losing this counterattack, the Wind-Chasing Forest Elf settlement under the big tree wall will disappear from in this world!
"In order to chase the wind in the forest——!!!"
The scarlet-eyed Kono roared and waved lance with one arm, rolling past under Ogre's body, and pierced with a shot. Knocked its knees and pulled out the shot gun from its back.
White light flashed past, ogre, who was pierced through the back of his neck, wailed and fell to the ground. Kono, who barely pulled out lance, was also exhausted, and had run out of his last shot.
If we continue to fight like this, one of the only remaining war dancers in Zhanfenglin will not be left-these warriors are not only the warriors of the settlement, but also the children of the settlement and the hope for the future!
Just now, he saw a childish child with his own eyes, holding a lance and rushing towards ogre, before he ran to the front, he was trampled into meat sauce by another monster!
And another war dancer who was going to save him-the youngster named Andre who ran into Luca, was caught in midair by ogre and was torn in two alive and chewed. Stomach down.
But no matter how tragic, as long as the fire has not risen on the tree wall, the warriors of the wind chasing forest must persist, otherwise the sacrifice will be meaningless, and they will always lose and regain the tree wall. chance!
That bastard Luca, how long will he delay? !
The war dancers in the Wind-Chasing Forest are about to die, why the fallen tree has not been lit yet, and what is going on? !
The anxious Kono's eyes never left the other side of the tree wall for a moment. The flames that should have been soaring into the sky have not appeared for a long time, and they can't even see a little bit. shadow.
The elves of the Wind-Chasing Forest are still fighting desperately. The bodies holding the riddled with scars one after another, their eyes resolutely turned into ice-cold bones in the roar of ogre, causing the broken lance to leave an extra wound on the monster's body.
They will all die here. When they climbed up the wall of trees, they knew that they were impossible to return to the settlement.
Just as the battle on the top of the mountain gradually began to fall into a disadvantage, another group of elves warriors rushed out from behind Ogre, waving lance and throwing guns and joined the battlefield.
The sudden appearance of the war dancers of Luca and Morning Star Forest stopped the fight. Once again, the ogre, who were flanked by both sides, panicked again, not knowing which side of the enemy they should fight, and fell into a situation where they were fighting each other.
The sharpest warriors of Chenxinglin formed a shuttle-shaped queue, and fiercely inserted into the chaotic ogre from the rear like lance, tearing them in half from the center!
The one rushing to the front is the silhouette of a female elf. The capable fiery-red short hair has become a banner, allowing the war dancers behind them to do their best to avoid being thrown away by her speed.
The fallen ogre was harvested by her one by one, silently and frantically fighting, as if pouring out the anger in the heart, even too hard to break the lance in his hand and pick it from the ground Picked up another one and continued to join the battle.
The elven warriors who had reduced their pressure immediately began to counterattack. They had already suffered heavy casualties, but they still attacked like waves again and again, and fell on the cold ground one after another.
But even in chaos, ogre is still a very powerful monster. In the face of the number of crushes, no matter how brave and good at fighting, the elves are still at a disadvantage.
The sudden appearance of the morning star forest war dancers only temporarily reversed the situation.
"We are the ups and downs of the flying leaves in this world, we are the rain and dew from the morning sun;
The stars shining in the blue sky, the green buds on the branches of the ancient wood..."
Konuo, who was in a trance, suddenly flashed a few songs in his mind, clenched Lance firmly and rushed to the most ogre place again.
………………"Look at your own face, idiot."
With an extremely cold touch, Loren opened his eyes and his eyes were dark, his hands restrained, his knees Kneeling on the ground, half of his body was soaked in the biting cold water.
The dark walls, the faintly visible fences, the chains that fasten the arms...Is this in the dungeon?
"Dalton...Tutor?"
A black robe wizard was holding his hands and staring at Loren who was kneeling on the ground in disgust, his eyes were full of mockery: "You are smug. At that time, did you expect it to end like this?"
"I saw you clearly a long time ago, Loren Torino-you think you are good at lying and you think you are good at deceiving. The world is fooled like a fool, pretending to be the protagonist of some story."
"Let me tell you, you are a doll. When you are bored by hundreds of people, you can pass the time and admire it at will. Doll."
"Speaking the written lines, doing the set gestures, and then...show on the stage." Dalton Kander's face showed a strange smile and shook his head:
"No... you are not as good as a doll, you are just a poor worm who doesn't know where you are or who you are-when you least believe in others, you believe in the least you should believe People."
"Look at you, what do you think you are? You are just the plaything of the Evil God's boring pastime. I still think it is possible to make a deal with him?" Dalton hummed. Laughed loudly: "You are stupid than the lowest mentally handicapped I have ever seen, because you think you are...very smart."
Slowly close your eyes and endure the inexplicable anger in your heart. Loren said nothing.
This is not the real Dalton, it's just a product of my subconscious illusion, it's just...
"It's just what you imagined." The smirk Dalton said what he said in his heart. Come out: "You are always impossible to leave here because you are a coward."
"Leave room and don't push yourself close to the dead-this is your smug trick to cover up your cowardice and cowardice!"
"Stop talking nonsense." Loren opened the mouth and said coldly, gritted his teeth: "Tell me, how to get out of here?!"
"Dalton" back He walked out of the cell with both hands and locked the door, then threw the key in and hung it on the hilt-and the steel sword was against Loren's chest.
The answer is already obvious, I have to get the key to go out, but before that I will be pierced by a steel sword.
Loren hesitated for a moment. The touch of the steel sword is extremely real. If you touch it directly, you will definitely...
"Those elves who believe in you are dying, and you don’t even want to bleed for them. Look. Your own face, you want me to say more, coward."
"Shut up!"
The thin body slammed forward, and the point of the sword that pierced into the chest seemed to be scratched. When the lung lobes were removed, blood sprayed out directly from his mouth.
Clearing his teeth, sword edge slipped over the bones and left a piercing sound. The heart-piercing pain continued to stimulate the brain, as if every muscle was twitching.
"Since you think like this, I will let you see it!" Loren raised his knees and moved forward slowly. Sword edge also slowly pierced his body, revealing from behind:" Open your eyes to see clearly!"
Loren, with his hands tied up, went directly up and bit the hilt, clamped the sword body with his ribs, and slammed on his knees!"
"Ahhhhhhh ah——!!!"
With a crisp cracking sound, the wooden frame holding the steel sword was broken!
His knees trembled, Loren stood up from the cold water while biting the key, the steel sword on his chest had torn his upper body to bloody flesh, wild beast-like eyes staring at "Dalton" outside the prison:
"How is my performance, son of a bitch!"