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It was another peaceful morning. Just like any other day, a large group of carriages appeared on the main road and headed towards the South Gate.
When they were about a hundred meters away from the sentry post, the carriages slowly stopped. Justin poked his head out of the second carriage and looked around. He was stunned when he couldn't find Morrisons.
"Hi …" Morrisons carried his greatsword and walked out of the bar. However, he wasn't alone this time. Han Jin and Lang Ning were behind him. Lang Ning was also followed by a dozen Knight.
"Mo … Morrisons University?" Justin's expression changed. He obviously recognized Lang Ning.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted and Borg came out. Han Jin and the others all had evil smiles on their faces. Even if he was really stupid and didn't know how to observe other people's expressions, the fact that someone who shouldn't be here had appeared proved everything.
Along with a shrill whistle, a team of heavily armed knights appeared outside the town and blocked the way out of the town. At the same time, a team of soldiers also came out of the alleys. Borg's face turned livid. He stared at Moxinke coldly and gnashed his teeth. "Moxinke, you're a traitor!" How dare you betray me!! "
"Betray? You think too highly of yourself. " Morrisons laughed gloatingly, "Don't worry. We're just checking your goods. If there's really no problem, we'll let you go."
"Ha …" Borg's eyes became sharp and filled with hatred. He then spat out two words, "Die!"
A magic staff appeared in Borg's hand. There was a very eye-catching large blue crystal embedded in the staff. After he spat out those two words, the crystal shattered and turned into countless sparks. At the same time, a huge and sharp icicle shot towards Morrisons.
The casting speed of the spell was too fast, and the icicle was even faster. The most terrifying thing was that the Icicle was a ninth tier spell. Even a great magician would have a hard time casting it in an instant! Perhaps Borg's strength had reached an unfathomable level, or perhaps he was using the power of the magic staff. However, it was too late to say that now. The result, the most important thing was the result!
The gloating expression on Morrisons's face disappeared. He had just swung his greatsword when the icicle pierced through his body and cut him in half. Blood splattered everywhere. People could clearly see Morrisons' upper body fly into the air. Lang Ning's position was very lucky. He was not in the range of the icicle, but two Knight behind him were caught in the crossfire and killed by the icicle.
The icicle killed several people, but it was still unstoppable. It blasted a two-meter-wide hole in the wall of the bar and flew into the bar. Then, there was a violent explosion, mixed with the screams of men and women filled with fear.
Borg's face turned pale. He cast a seventh tier spell, Levitation, and his body rose into the air.
However, as soon as his feet left the carriage, a tall wooden figure appeared in front of him out of thin air. It hugged him tightly in a very passionate and ambiguous manner, then pushed him down and pressed him to the ground.
No matter how shocking the previous spell was, Borg was still a magician. He couldn't break free from the wooden giant no matter how hard he tried. Besides, he had already cast the Icicle Spell and the Levitation Spell, so he didn't have the energy to cast any other powerful spells.
"No …" Borg struggled with all his might. "Save me!!"
One by one, figures jumped down from the carriages behind them. Some of them went up to the soldiers, while others rushed towards Borg.
Unfortunately, due to the distance, Han Jin appeared in front of Borg one step ahead of them. He swung his fist down. With a boom, Borg's exposed right arm was broken by Han Jin's punch. It was twisted at a strange angle, followed by his left arm.
"Ah …" Berger let out an inhuman scream. He didn't know where he got the strength to kick Han Jin with one of his legs.
However, a magician would only be asking for trouble if they fought hand-to-hand. Han Jin gently reached out and grabbed Borg's ankle. He then raised his leg and struck Borg's knee. With a crack, Borg's head tilted to the side and he fainted.
"Get out of my way!" A guard rushed over, his eyes red. He swung his sword at Han Jin.
Han Jin snorted coldly. His body straightened and his left hand pulled the guard's sword away. His right fist followed and hit the guard's chest. The guard spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.
After using Spirit Possession, Han Jin's body became incomparably tough. He would not directly block the enemy's sword. Instead, he would choose the right angle to push the sword away. In addition, the strength of the guards was not high. Han Jin was like a tiger in a flock of sheep. Every time he struck, a guard would fly backwards. The others could clearly see Han Jin's movements, but they could not block his attacks.
Because of speed, because of strength. There was a saying in martial arts: one strong person can defeat ten skilled martial artists! In the face of such a huge gap, all techniques were useless.
Lang Ning roared and joined the battle like a mad tiger. Morrisons was Léger's comrade-in-arms. He could not accept this result, let alone face Léger!
The soldiers swarmed forward and fought with the guards of the caravan. One side came prepared, the other side was panicking. The battle quickly tilted towards Riptide's side.
Han Jin suddenly saw a ray of black light shooting towards him at a speed that was difficult to be seen by the naked eye. If his body had not been strengthened recently, with his speed, he would not have been able to react even if he saw it! Han Jin hurriedly stretched out his right arm and blocked the ray of black light. An arrow spun and flew into the air.
A deep wound appeared on Han Jin's right arm. Blood gushed out, and he felt that his right arm was sore and painful. He could barely move it.
Han Jin raised his head and saw a pair of eyes full of killing intent. At the same time, a dark green arrow sank into the ground. With Han Jin as the center, vines stretched out from the ground and wrapped around Han Jin.
Han Jin roared and used a levitation spell to leap into the air. He did not dare to look away from the eyes of the elf. When his feet left the ground, he saw a trace of mockery in the elf's eyes. Then, he saw a black arrow on the bowstring.
Han Jin felt a chill run down his spine. The elf's posture was calm and confident, as if she had already sentenced her opponent to death. Obviously, she had full confidence in this arrow. Han Jin, on the other hand, was in midair and had nowhere to borrow strength or use Earthmeld. He could only be a target.
I've lost … Han Jin groaned in his heart. He had actually lost two life-saving talismans. The Art of Faked Earth was the reason why he dared to fight with all his opponents. He could not imagine how he would be able to walk in this world without the protection of the Art of Faked Earth. At least for half a month, he could only obediently hide.
A black light flashed, and what Han Jin was waiting for did not happen. The elf's longbow was drawn to a full moon, but the arrow could not be released. This was because an arrow had shot into her left ear and came out of her right ear. It had pierced through her head!
Only then did Han Jin notice Sunier's figure. He could not describe the feeling of regaining what he had lost. If he was as bold as Morrisons, he might have shouted, "Sunier, I love you …"
"Kill …" Lang Ning roared. His wildly beating heart finally calmed down. The scene of Han Jin being sniped almost drove him crazy. Morrisons had died. If Han Jin also died here, then he could really kill himself on the spot!
"Kill …" The soldiers also shouted. There were only two senior professionals in the caravan. Now that one of them was dead and the other was injured, the rest were just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Lang Ning swung his spear with all his might and sent a caravan guard in front of him flying. Because of his agitation, his strength was a little too much. Half of his body turned to the side, but the result was that he suddenly froze in place. His ferocious fighting spirit disappeared without a trace. There was only one person who could make him like this, and that was Morrisons. If Morrisons was still alive, then what was the point of him gritting his teeth and fighting?
Morrisons stood at the corner of the street, holding his greatsword tightly. He was in a daze, as if he had been isolated from the world. He still could not react.
"How …" Lang Ning could not believe his eyes. This was impossible! This was absolutely impossible! At such a close distance, when faced with an instantaneous Icicle attack, any professional below the eighth grade would have no chance of escaping. Even a thief would not be able to escape! What's more, he saw Morrisons being killed with his own eyes!
The desperate resistance of the caravan guards aroused the murderous intent of the soldiers. They no longer showed any mercy. Often, after cutting down their opponents, they would follow up with a few more blows. If a frightened horse ran around, they would kill it together with the horse!
The whole street was filled with blood, and the sound of killing was deafening. The Ninth Town was an ancient town, and the residents had never experienced such a scene. They were all hiding in their homes in fear. No one dared to go out and watch at this time.
The resistance of the caravan guards was getting weaker and weaker. Only a few guards were left hiding in the carriages, fighting for a little time to breathe. At this time, they did not have the energy to think about the value of resistance. They were only fighting instinctively for their own survival.
The actions of the soldiers were getting rougher and rougher. They even overturned the carriages and poked the inside with their spears. There were a few women in one of the carriages. No one knew who they were, but the soldiers did not care. They surrounded the women and cut them down without giving them a chance to speak.
In war, it was impossible to distinguish between individual behavior. His comrades and himself were one group, and all the enemies were another group. This was a fight between groups! Moreover, Riptide's military discipline was very strict. The soldiers would not have any other ideas. Since the enemy's group threatened their survival, then they would kill them all! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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