Facing Ray's sudden outburst of courage, not only were the Sea Tribe soldiers trembling in fear, but even the commanders of the Sea Tribe were dumbfounded and could not believe their own eyes.
Those who dared to challenge Ray were all famous masters in the nearby seas! Which one of them could not stomp their feet and make a name for themselves? Which one of them did not have the lives of many masters under their command?
No one expected that these masters, who were supposed to shine in this attack, would all die in the hands of this human before they could even show off their strength. Some of them even died in one move.
Some commanders with good eyesight were even more surprised. This guy did not seem to be so powerful just now! After fighting for so long, not only is he not tired, but he is also getting stronger!
Seeing that Ray was moving freely in his own battle formation as if there was no one around, the Dragon Human Priest who was in charge of the battle felt as if he had drunk ice water in the winter, and his heart was chilled.
At this moment, thunder rumbled in the sky, and he suddenly had an idea.
"Throw the spears! Throw the spears! Shoot him to death! "
His people immediately obeyed the order. Hundreds of strong Drakonids gathered, each holding a few javelins. The Sea Tribe never had the concept of "accidentally injuring their comrades". They did not even inform the frontline, and they all waved their arms and threw the spears toward the fierce battle.
Swish, swish, swish, swish. The sound of spears piercing through the air was continuous.
Ray was awakened by the strange sound of wind and the warning in his heart. He turned around and saw the gloomy sky full of spears, which covered the sky and covered the earth.
Without thinking, he rushed out, sheathed his sword, and grabbed a member of the Sea Tribe in each hand. He did not even have time to carefully observe which race they were, and threw them directly into the sky to block in front of him.
The next moment, the spears fell like rain.
Ray's vision suddenly turned black, and then two heavy objects fell on him one after another. Even though he was prepared, his legs still gave way, and he sat on the ground.
After a moment, the battlefield which had been filled with battle cries just now became completely quiet. All the warriors of the Sea Tribe in the front, regardless of their age, race, or identity, were all riddled with spears.
"Hey! Why did they suddenly throw their javelins! "a high-level Murloc commander yelled angrily." My son is still in front of us! "
"You have more than four hundred sons, what does it matter if one or two die?" The Draconian High Priest said indifferently.
"Then why don't you let your son die!"
"My sons are all dead," said the Drakonid High Priest, "and even my grandsons."
Looking at its face that was so old that even its scales had rotted away, the high-class Murloc commander gnashed his teeth in anger, wishing he could use the sharp teeth he was so proud of to skin this old thing alive.
One of the Medusa commanders tried to smooth things over. "Everyone, stop arguing. We just need to kill that monster. In order to display His Majesty's glory, sacrifices are unavoidable. "
However, another commander with good eyesight immediately shouted, "Oh my god! That monster is still alive! "
Several commanders turned around and saw that Ray had pushed away the two corpses of the Seafolk on top of him and stood up.
He was completely unscathed!
"Oh my god …"
"This guy … he is a real monster!"
"What should we do?" The Murloc commander grabbed the Draconian High Priest. "Do something!"
The Draconian High Priest was at a loss for a moment, but he made up his mind and waved his hand again. "Throw the javelins! Keep shooting! I don't believe we can't kill him! "
The Draconian High Priest's javelin team quickly carried out the order and threw the javelins at Ray again.
This time, it was easier for Ray to deal with it. He directly piled up several sturdy corpses of the Seafolk around him and crawled into them.
The dense javelins fell around him, and the corpses of the Seafolk covering him looked like a hedgehog. A large area around him was completely turned into a dense forest.
"Now … he should be dead, right?" the Murloc commander murmured.
"No," the Sea Elemental commander, who was observing with his senses instead of his eyes, said in a low voice. "He's still alive."
"Damn it!"
"What should we do?"
Several pairs of eyes looked at the Draconian High Priest.
Thousands of troops couldn't do anything to a single person. This was extremely shameful.
The Draconian High Priest was also at a loss. Facing a target that couldn't be killed by melee attacks and couldn't be hit by long-range javelins, he really couldn't think of any way.
But in the rumbling thunder, he finally came up with an idea.
"Prepare the spells!" he said. "Let the Warlocks gather together and use spells to attack! Don't they like to throw fireballs and blow things up? Whether it's fireballs, ice balls, thunder balls, poison balls … Throw them all! Blow up the monster along with the ground around him! "
"Good idea!"
"Let's do it!"
The Warlocks of various races were gathered together. Under the protection of elite troops with spears, they moved forward in a messy formation. When they were close enough, these strange guys with wonderful bloodlines waved their short staves and cast the destructive spells they were good at.
One after another, balls of light flew towards Ray's direction. The scarlet ones were Scorching Fireballs, the pale white ones were Ice Explosions, the dark green ones were Poison Erosion, the light cyan ones were Sonic Booms, and the azure ones were Lightning Bombs … For a moment, it was as if an energy type magic exhibition was being held, dazzling the audience.
But it was still a waste of effort!
Although Ray was hiding in the pile of corpses, he had been carefully paying attention to the surroundings. When he saw the movement of the Sea Clan Warlocks, he rushed out of the pile of corpses and rushed into the midst of the Warlocks at an amazing speed.
Then, it was a one-sided massacre.
Although these Warlocks had great destructive power, their close combat ability was very ordinary. Ray could kill a group of Sea Clan Warriors, let alone these Warlocks.
By the time the merfolk warriors reacted and rushed to the rescue from all directions, the group of Warlocks that had gathered more than half of the high-grade bloodline in the nearby sea had already died in disorder. In the end, only a few of them could be successfully rescued.
"Awesome! Awesome! "Ray laughed heartily, feeling very carefree.
He had already let go of all his burdens. At this moment, he just wanted to have a good last battle. Fighting until now, he had already achieved very fruitful results. If it was said that killing one was not a loss and killing two was a profit, then he had made a huge profit. The profit was so huge that it was enough to blind people.
But he was not satisfied.
People only had one life. Using this one precious treasure as capital, no matter how much he earned, he would not be satisfied!
So there was only one thing he had to do, and that was to continue killing! Kill until he could not kill anymore!
Sword light, sword shadow, sword light, blood shadow.
The battle seemed to have returned to the previous state. Ray, with one sword, faced the thousands of Sea Clan Warriors, killing until blood flowed like a river and corpses were everywhere. It was obvious that he was only one person, while the other party had the advantage in numbers. It was obvious that he was wielding a long sword, while the other party was wielding a long spear. In the end, he had the absolute advantage, and the warriors of the Sea Tribe were scared witless.
But the commanders of the Sea Clan were not willing to let this situation continue. After a discussion, they finally came up with a solution.
This time, it was the sorcerers, who were very rare among the Sea Clan Warriors.
Each of them held a staff and did not dare to come close. They only came a little closer and aimed at Ray, who was fighting among the large group of Sea Clan Warriors, and cast a spell.
It was a very simple spell, Magic Missile.
As the most classic spell, although it was not very powerful, it was very reliable. Its biggest advantage was that as long as the target was locked by the spirit, it would continue to track until the target was hit.
Ray, who was trapped in a tight encirclement, had to use all his strength to dodge all kinds of weapons. How could he have the extra strength to avoid the spirit lock of the Sea Clan sorcerers? Light purple spheres of light flew out one after another, flying into the fighting crowd from all directions. Like nimble fish, they took advantage of every gap, bypassing the creatures outside of their targets, and solidly bombarded Ray's body.
Ray, who was fighting fiercely, was suddenly attacked by dozens of Magic Missiles, and his body suddenly shook violently. Before he could catch his breath, the surrounding Sea Clan Warriors had already seized the opportunity and rushed forward. At least four or five spears pierced into his body, almost stabbing him.
Ray subconsciously waved his sword and killed all the approaching enemies. But many more Magic Missiles attacked him, and he staggered, his body on the verge of collapse.
Blood gushed out from the wound, and his originally vigorous steps became heavy and sluggish. Seeing that victory was in sight, the Sea Clan Warriors cheered and rushed over, wanting to share the glory of killing a strong enemy.
What awaited them were still sharp blades.
Ray endured the sharp pain that seemed to break his internal organs and forced a smile. But in the eyes of the surrounding Sea Clan Warriors, he was even more terrifying than an evil spirit.
This human, after suffering such a serious injury, should be dead. How could he still fight?!
They were afraid and only surrounded him from afar, not daring to come close.
Another wave of magic missiles flew over. They passed through the gaps in the crowd, drawing arcs in the air, and all of them landed on Ray's body.
Ray could no longer stand. He collapsed into a pool of his own blood.
His vision gradually became blurry, and the light and shadow flickered in front of him. Scene after scene flashed in front of him.
A five or six-year-old child was running happily in the palace with short legs, and he happened to see a group of victorious knights being inspected by his grandfather. The white-haired king was as dignified as ever, and his silver armor and bright sword reflected each other in the sunlight. Even the mane of the warhorse was neatly combed, looking mighty and majestic.
"… So, from that time on, I have been looking forward to becoming a knight."
The child grew up a bit, and he was already seven or eight years old. He waved his wooden sword, slashed and stabbed at the target, and practiced swordsmanship seriously according to the guidance of his grandfather, who had already abdicated. The old king could no longer stand for a long time like a few years ago. He sat on a soft chair and watched his youngest grandson practice swordsmanship with a smile, giving him guidance from time to time.
"… Did the rumor that I am the true successor of the Eagle Wing Sword start from that time?"
The twelve or thirteen year old boy was wearing a full suit of armor, riding a fine horse, and brandishing his spear, piercing through the ferocious Orcs. He charged together with many brave knights, tearing the Orcs' formation into pieces, and killing the Orcs until they were utterly defeated.
"… This was my first real battle. Letting a twelve-year-old boy fight against the Orcs for the first time in real battle, how could Father not be worried about him!"
The fully armored knight raised his long spear, which was decorated with a silk banner, and rode a snow-white horse without a single strand of hair. He proudly walked through the arena, winning waves of cheers. Under the helmet, the boy's smile was as bright as the sun.
"… A dignified prince disguised himself to participate in the Knight Tournament. At that time, I was really outrageous!"
Flames, blood, and killing. The familiar faces of the past had become so strange. The sweet drink was mixed with terrible poison, and sharp arrows were shot from behind. Family and friends fell one by one. Only the laughter was so clear.
"… The throne of the king always sits in a pool of blood. What my teacher said back then, I really understood at that time!"
The most honorable people of the kingdom were thrown into a deep pit in a mess. The poison was so strong that even flies did not dare to come close, and even insects could not breed. The boy slowly gasped, and gradually recovered among the familiar faces that were slowly rotting.
"… I have experienced the most terrible hell. From then on, I no longer shed tears."
The staggering figure waved a branch in the valley, completely ignoring the injuries on his body that had not yet recovered. As the days passed, he also became stronger and more determined, but his face was frighteningly gloomy, and his eyes were filled with a murderous intent like ghost fire.
"… At that time, I once swore to take revenge, but in the end, I did not manage to do it."
The unsociable and eccentric young man was dragged to drink with the adventurers who were friendly with him. Among the cheerful laughter, only he kept a straight face. But his eyes were no longer so cold, and there was a hint of warmth.
"… That bunch of messy people. They can fool around with anyone!"
Heavy chains locked the door of the Chamber of Commerce, and killers in black surrounded the entire building with bows and crossbows in their hands. The young man in black armor had a gloomy face, stepping on pools of blood as he walked through the rooms, killing everything that could move. Even in the face of the faces that he used to drink and laugh with, he showed no mercy.
"… From that day on, my nickname changed from 'Cold Face' to 'Family Exterminator'."
The lonely black-armored knight rode a ferocious dragon, roaring as he chased after the crowd, cutting down those ruthless people who made ordinary people tremble with fear. From the pile of corpses, he dug out the blood-soaked belongings, and a cold smile appeared on his face.
"… It seems that people will also beautify themselves before they die. The people that I killed were not only robbers!"
Seeing that the divine crystal was about to be in his hand, a big green jellyfish fell from the sky and landed on the head of the black-armored knight. It put its tentacles against his head, and threatened him with a sinister smile, taking away his trophies.
"… This is the first time that I met His Majesty. Haha, I always feel that there is a subtle difference."
The green jellyfish on the black-armored knight's head like a hat seemed to want to become a priest, stubbornly telling him all kinds of beautiful, kind, and righteous things. It was so long-winded that the black-armored knight pulled out his sword and tried to cut it, but he could do nothing.
"… Thinking about it, those days are really unbearable to look back on!"
Under the threat of the hateful jellyfish, the black-armored knight had to start doing good deeds. He was constantly thanked and cheered. Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth often curled up, and his face often showed a soft expression.
"… Maybe, I started to change at that time?"
There was an incorrigible female sex fiend in the team. This b * stard often targeted him, which made him furious again and again. The scene of him waving his sword to kill her had also happened countless times. In the midst of the chaos, he gradually began to laugh.
"… Steele, that guy … clowns are also useful … right?"
The knight knelt in front of the big green jellyfish, looked solemn, and said his oath. His eyes were very firm and clear, without a trace of haze.
"… Thank you for giving me a new life! It's a pity that I can't repay you properly! "
The slightly immature teenager was immersed in practicing under the guidance of the white-armored knight, and did not notice the gratified and nostalgic expression in the eyes of the teacher next to him.
"… I also have a day when I become a teacher. I always feel that I suddenly become old. Haha, I have grown up. "
The teenager's face was pale, lying in a pool of blood. He smiled weakly, and his smile gradually became cold.
"… Ranke, my student, you are still a child! Why do such a good and innocent child like you have to die in front of an old man like me who has made countless mistakes! "
Countless lights and shadows flashed, and everything gradually dimmed. He deeply exhaled his last breath.
As if it was an illusion, he saw a large group of refugees running away. Liv was riding a warhorse that he didn't know where she got it from, running around the team, shouting and waving her sword like a skilled shepherd, maintaining the whole team's discipline, so that the refugees would not run away, and the most horrible scene of a stampede was avoided.
Steele flapped his wings and flew around beside her, helping her to maintain order. From time to time, he cast spells to treat the injured.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked back in the direction of the port of Gars City in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Liv asked curiously.
Steele did not answer, but looked over there silently.
"Hey, female sex fiend, goodbye."
"Well, goodbye."
The lights and shadows continued to flash, and he vaguely saw the muddy undercurrent, the roaring sea, and four huge figures who were trying their best to fight.
One of them was slightly different from what he remembered, but the style was still the same.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I failed to complete your task." The knight who only had a transparent figure could not get close to the battlefield, and slowly knelt on one knee. "Please forgive my incompetence."
Sui Xiong, who was fighting fiercely, suddenly shivered, and suddenly turned his head. He saw the transparent figure slowly dissipate.
From the last corner of his eyes, he instantly understood all the causes and consequences, and let out a crazy roar.
In an instant, the sky fell and the earth cracked, and the muddy waves rose to the sky.
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