"Dang --!"


    In the harsh metal sound, the Azor long knife was picked away by the tip of the "dragon tooth", and the "shadow blade" was torn apart between the gray and blue swords.


    Almost at the same time, the "state of mind of shadow" behind Meade disintegrated, collapsed like heaven and earth, and turned into an abyss.


    "It seems that the victory or defeat between you and me can also affect the victory or defeat of each other''s state of mind." Meade smiled uninhibited, regardless of the badly hurt waist and abdomen; With the wrist turned over, the blade accurately bounced off the stabbed "dragon teeth", and two "residual images" approached the black haired wizard''s face:


    "Don''t you think there is still a sense of drama in the duel between warriors and Wizards?"


    "I don''t think so, and I''m not interested." to avoid the wrecked image, Loren bit his teeth and stabbed: "you''d better protect your life first and don''t be stabbed to death by me!"


    The long knife and the long gun were intertwined, and there was a stalemate for a time.


    "It''s my honor to die in the hands of a noble person like you." at the moment of stalemate, Meade, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, leaned forward and smiled and looked at Lauren:


    "What''s more, it should be a relief to die in the picturesque fog moon court in a sense."


    "It''s a pity that I have to fight against fate under my command. Even if I drag this pair of skin bag that has begun to stink, even if I want to use such shameless means, I must fight... It''s sad to live so ugly."


    The smiling Meade suddenly released the handle of the knife in his hand, stopped the long knife at the tip of the gun, turned over and fell.


    The surprised black haired wizard stared, but it was too late... The gun body in his hand had come out with inertia and stabbed straight at the right shoulder of the Azores.


    "Puff --!"


    The gray blue sword light gushed at the tip of the gun. It was easy to tear off the clothes as thin as cicada wings, tear the skin and flesh, evaporate the plasma, smash the bones and blow up the joints


    The severed right arm danced in the air with a lapel robe.


    No!


    With the "dragon tooth" out of his hand, the emotion of fear poured into Loren''s heart uncontrollably - because he had seen that Meade, whose right arm had been cut off, stepped forward and his left hand had grasped the falling long knife.


    "That''s it, Lord Loren Turin... Life and death!"


    Loren''s pupils began to shrink.


    Approaching Meade, the long knife in his hand cut forward.


    It''s too late


    The black haired wizard whose whole body strength is suppressed forward can only desperately dodge his neck in the direction of the blade tip.


    Meade tried his best, and the tip of the long knife in his left hand crossed the edge of the right side of his neck, leaving only a faint trace.


    Fortunately, at least I avoided the fatal blow and didn''t hurt the key. Next, I just need to


    "Poof --!!"


    Scarlet plasma gushed from the right side of the neck!


    The black haired wizard widened his eyes, and his rapidly darkened eyes seemed to dare not believe all this.


    The corners of midell''s mouth flashed ferocious.


    In the end... I won by such a mean means.


    Because of the dead corner of his sight, Loren Turin can''t see the shadow just below the blade, which is only an inch longer than the blade tip


    An inch of length is enough.


    "Clang -!"


    The "dragon teeth" that got rid of them fell to the ground after taking off for a period of time.


    The black haired wizard kneeling on his knees "poop!" fell to the ground, and the right side of his neck was still gushing bright red liquid like a fountain. His twitching body struggled on the ground, raised his trembling right hand, and wanted to pick up the Dragon teeth that fell on the ground again


    The rapidly falling palm stopped at the position of only a few inches.


    A few inches is the distance between life and death.


    Only one armed Meade knelt quietly on one knee and gasped.


    His eyes were in a trance, sweat flowed like a note, his chest fluctuated violently, and his back was facing the body of the black haired wizard.


    Win... Finally win


    Despicable means, despicable practices... Anyway, I won.


    With this mutilated body, I have lived up to the trust of his Majesty the eagle king; Let the blood relatives of the ancient wood forest merge with Azores again and return to unity.


    I''ve done it. I''ve been dormant for two years, crossed the sea and experienced countless hardships... I''ve done it myself.


    With a long sigh, the relaxed Meade knelt down, narrowed his eyes leisurely, tilted the corners of his mouth, put the long knife across his knee and gradually calmed down his breathing.


    Leisurely expression, various reveries constantly emerge in my mind.


    It''s not a great achievement, but... At least it will make your Majesty''s later plan smoother, and reduce the killing and destruction a little?


    Can you leave one or two more crowded and beautiful corners in this pure land and this country?


    The ice and snow of duanjie mountain, the sky palace in Golovin, the gem River, the big grass sea in Boyi, the midsummer of red blood castle... I really want to see some places I have heard of in the past two years.


    One day


    Gently raised his eyebrows, Meade suddenly felt a cold killing attack on his heart.


    Huh?


    The smile gradually disappeared. Meade, who lowered his head, was stunned first, and then suddenly realized.


    "I see..."


    That''s what happened.


    "Poof --!"


    The "dragon teeth" gushing with gray and blue swords came out of the chamber from the position of Meade''s heart!


    Meade''s body shook violently, and a blood stain spilled from the slightly raised corner of his mouth.


    The black haired wizard who should have "bled to death" was now half lying on the ground. The "dragon teeth" sandwiched under his armpit stabbed out with his right hand and penetrated the body of the Azores from behind.


    The original scar on the neck has disappeared without a trace.


    High level magic spell, now dead.


    In order to use this spell, Loren had to open the valve, and Meade''s "state of mind" collapsed and was completely occupied by his dream world.


    The gushing plasma has completely dyed Meade''s robes red, dripping "water drops" wet.


    "... Lord Loren Turin, you actually saw it, didn''t you?" Meade, bleeding from his mouth, asked in a slight voice.


    The dark haired wizard didn''t answer. It was a default.


    "So you didn''t hide on purpose and confuse me with your own death?" the gentle Meade smiled with a trace of helplessness: "it''s not the first time to gamble so dangerous, depending on your natural degree... Am I right?"


    "It won''t be the last one," Loren said coldly.


    It''s really just a little short.


    If the shadow blade is a little longer enough to cut all the tendons of the trachea, neck bone and neck, he really doesn''t even have time to use "die now".


    After all, Loren is not an oath knight. He is not as rebellious as he fell into the abyss and was torn into meat sauce. He can run back like nothing.


    "Poof --!"


    With a twist, the black haired wizard pulled out the "dragon teeth" from Meade''s chest very roughly.


    Uncontrollable blood, mixed with broken bones and damaged organs, spewed from the wound.


    "Ah, ah, eh, eh, eh, eh!!!!!"


    The Azores, who were bloodless but sweaty, stifled the screams from the breach with their willpower; The only left hand supported on the ground and trembled in inhuman pain.


    "Unheard of magic, brilliant planning, careful and meticulous..." Meade, who stared wide and breathed heavily, still looked unchanged even if he was bleeding and sweating like rain:


    "And this... The courage to bet your life - Lord Loren Turin, you really gave me too many surprises. It was a worthwhile trip!"


    "Really?"


    The dark haired wizard slowly got up and took a deep breath. He carried the "dragon tooth" on his shoulder and stood cold in front of Meade kneeling on the ground: "in return, should you also give me a little ''surprise'' and other information?"


    "That..." trembling raised his head, and the Azores still smiled: "it depends on what you want to know."


    "I want to know a lot." when he squatted down, Lauren narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Meade who was panting. "For example... What''s the real purpose of you coming to ancient wood forest - well, although I''ve probably guessed this, there''s something else."


    "Why did the eagle king send you to the ancient wood forest? How did you hide inside the Empire?"


    "Why did the Azores destroy the imperial ocean fleet? What is your real purpose?"


    "Why are you targeting the Empire; what can the Azores get across a misty sea?"


    "You said you came to the empire long ago, how did you avoid the Empire''s eye liner? And, besides, who else was in the Empire, besides you, how many? If you were the first, then what was the purpose of the Asian vessel''s arrival in the Empire six months ago?"


    Meade raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.


    "Your questions... Are many." the Azores panted, and the light in their pupils became dimmer and dimmer. "But it''s a pity... I... Can''t answer any of you."


    Lauren insisted: "it doesn''t matter. I can probably guess some. Just tell me what you can answer me."


    "I can answer... Well, for example... The midsummer night in the Azores Kingdom also has a custom similar to the imperial Midsummer Festival."


    "... are you so eager to live rather than die?"


    "Where, where... Cough, cough... Sir, you don''t want my broken body to continue to exist." Meade smiled, his face getting paler and colder:


    "Because as long as I am still alive, I will do everything possible to work for the great cause of his Majesty the eagle king. Even if I can drag one or two relatives and friends around you, I will die together... Cough cough cough..."


    "Anyone can say cruel words. It''s not certain whether they can do it or not."


    "Well said... Then I will do my best to live up to your expectations... Cough..."


    Lauren closed her mouth tightly and her expression was awkward to the extreme.


    It''s hard... It''s hard.


    This is a guy who doesn''t eat hard or soft. Generally speaking, stabbing him is the best choice, but... The intelligence on him makes Loren less willing to kill him.


    "For the sake of our friends, let me give you a piece of advice..." Meade looked at Lauren gently: "if you have made up your mind, don''t hesitate."


    "For those who hold power, the most important thing to learn is not how to maximize the use of power in their hands; but to give up decisively when necessary and restrain their desire for power!"


    The black haired wizard''s expression was slightly dark.


    Meade... He''s dying.


    The moment he just stabbed the gun, he had obviously noticed it; But midell did not have the slightest idea of avoiding, and was shot through by himself unprepared.


    The reason is also very simple - he lost an arm and suffered such a heavy injury. Even if he can escape, he is definitely not Loren''s opponent. The only choice is to retreat temporarily; But this is tantamount to giving up the ancient wood forest to yourself, all the plans and arrangements have failed, and the idea of attracting the Ancient Wood Forest Elves has come to naught.


    If it were Lauren himself, he would probably choose to retreat without hesitation, look for an opportunity to make a comeback, or start a new plan. Running is never a "no" option for him.


    Of course, even if he chose to retreat, Loren also had a way to stop and kill him - "the core of the broken shadow sword" is the shadow. At the moment of his escape, as long as he can open the "silent dream", Meade''s "broken shadow sword" can be completely abolished. Next, whether to catch him alive or kill him with a sword, the choice is still in Loren''s hands.


    But for Meade, perhaps running away itself may be more humiliating than "failure"?


    "The heart of a warrior should be as pure as a bright moon; the life of a warrior should be as gorgeous as a red maple." Meade, who saw the idea of a dark haired wizard, smiled:


    "I''d rather die in glory than live in obscurity."


    Loren sighed.


    He stood up again and pointed the spear tip of "dragon tooth" at midell''s neck and throat; The Azores smiled and struggled to raise their backs and heads so that Loren could aim easily.


    There is no fear, no tension. Naturally, it is like saying goodbye to an old friend before leaving. There is only a trace of regret in his eyes.


    "Do you have any last words?" asked the black haired wizard. "I don''t know if the Azores have this custom. We have it there."


    "Last words... Do you want to entrust the afterlife or repent? In the next life, there is nothing to regret." Meade calmly shook his head: "if you entrust, there is something to remind you."


    "Say."


    "Not much, just one sentence." Meade whispered, his eyes darkening. "Be careful... Beware of the sword that will kill you."


    Huh?


    what do you mean?


    "That''s enough. I can''t say anything else - believe it or not, it''s the only one." the Azores closed their eyes and gently raised their lips: "excuse me, Lord Loren Turin."


    The expressionless Loren silently lifted the Dragon teeth a little.


    There was a relieved smile on midell''s face.


    I really want to... See the midsummer moon in the fog moon court again.


    "Poof --!"


    Plasma gushing.


    The tip of the gun ran through the throat.