The Wizard World: 568 Untitled 3

"Such awesome?" Angle suddenly withdrew his mental strength, the black water vortex slowly disappeared in front of him, and his vision returned to darkness.

"Hmm ..." He moaned, shaking his head and shaking hard, "It's cold ... Freila, can you get me some medicine from the caravan pharmacist?"

Opening your eyes, Freila is lying on her back not far away, her eyes in a state of loss.

"Freila ?!" Angle repeated. He just made an excuse to free her.

"Oh ... I see, I'll go right now." Freilas then reacted, climbing up, jumping over from the carriage, trotting and chasing forward to the carriage.

Angele saw Freira disappear at the corner of the carriage in front of her, and then slowly took out a string of silver tooth necklaces from the bag.

"The ones that can be rushed out by the tide of time and space and called by me are obviously not ordinary creatures. Either the strength is strong enough to be easily located, or the frequency is special, which can resonate with the summoning process."

Carefully retract the necklace back into the jacket pocket, and Angle begins to meditate slowly with his eyes closed to restore the damaged spirit.

Smoke of black smoke kept overflowing from his mouth and got into his nostril, but after a few seconds, the black smoke gradually faded and disappeared.

On the carriage, Freila turned into a van with a small tan leather bag. Watching Angele's eyes closed and fell asleep, she moved lightly and carefully placed the bag on the wooden box beside Angele.

The sky turns from red to gray, and then slowly to black.

The team stopped slowly and leaned in the red-leaf forest by the side of the road. An orange bonfire lit in the middle.

The businessmen of the convoy ate around the bonfire and ate roasted black bread, just roasted meat and mushroom soup. One by one in red. Some finished eating in advance to drink and brag together, and some teams invited strong guards to wrestle and gamble around.

Freila ’s pretty face has been painted by Angele with special herbs, and she has become an ordinary little girl. At this time, she also went to the guard circle to see two muscles with a guard sister she knew Strong female guard wrestling.

Crowds gathered in a circle, with loud applause from time to time.

Angele leaned on the board of the van and stared out from the middle of the crowd. Two strong women scuffled and fell.

Drink! !!

One of the women with dark blond short hair like a lion. He drank a violent whistle, his arms were strong, and he threw his opponent to the ground.

"Next!" She spit on her palms, rubbing her hands, glancing at other people around her like a wolf.

"I'm coming!" A tall man stood up and tore off the black vest a few times, revealing his dark and strong body. He lowered his shoulders and walked forward slowly.

The bronze-colored muscles of the two shone brightly under the fire and began to circle around each other slowly.

Angele shook his head, looking more lazy. Suddenly a flash of blue light flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head and looked out to the far side of the Great Lake, where a dozen or so silvery figures appeared faintly. All shrouded in darkness. One of them standing in front of him was unusually strong in shape, with a hunched back and two wide-bladed swords of varying lengths.

"Are you here?" Angle murmured, glancing at the crowd by the bonfire, and Freila was watching the wrestling intently.

Angele stood up. Quietly turned over and got out of the truck and walked directly towards the Great Lake.

Walk through a small red leaf forest. Came to the lake, the sound of the camp behind him gradually faded away. It was a little dark and fuzzy around.

The sky hasn't completely darkened, and the sky can still see pale red clouds.

Angele looked across the lake to the opposite shore, as did the silvery-white figure on the opposite side.

"This time it's time to use magic ..." Angele smiled, and his feet went directly to the wide lake.

Slap!

The brown leather boots stepped on the lake and made ripples, but there was no sign of sinking.

The silver and white swordsmen on the opposite side changed their eyes slightly.

Clang!

The lead man's double swords hit each other, making a clear knock. "Sure enough it's hot! Everyone, the hunter formation!" He growled, his pale middle sapphire ring slowly glowing white.

A dozen or so silver armored swordsmen spread out in a fan shape, standing on the shore waiting for Anglieu to come.

The two-sword swordsman with the head covered in silver armor, a few strands of brown hair faintly under the helmet. He arched and stared at the black wizard man approaching slowly.

"Walking on water ... at least a second-level wizard ...... it's troublesome ..." he murmured, and the white light of his right ring ringed around him, wrapping it up and down. Into a white light film.

"Head, why don't we withdraw first and wait for the big troops to catch up before we can start working together?" the deputy leader behind him whispered.

"Now it is not a question of whether we want to fight or not, but whether the other party is willing to let us go ..." trace. Suddenly a chill rose behind him.

Clang! laugh!

"Ah !!!" "Lift the shield !!! Lift the shield !!!" "Left!"

A sudden series of shouts and screams rang out of my ear.

Swordsmen with double swords can't think too much, and turn sharply. The swords draw a circle, chopping in all directions around them.

Dang Dang! !!

Two violent shocks came from behind.

"Oh? Actually blocked? Amazing!" Angele slowly revealed his body from the darkness behind him, his eyes flashed with dark red fluorescence. He was carrying a silver round guardian long sword, and the sword was engraved with a cross pattern, apparently just grabbed from another swordsman.

"Damn! Jason is dead!"

"He's too fast!"

"Watch out for formation! Focus!"

The remaining six swordsmen yelled together, with cold sweat on their faces, staring anxiously at Angele standing in place.

Only a few seconds on the ground, he lay down ** silver armor swordsmen, all of which were fatal with severed throats. The incision in the throat was still rushing with red blood, and the whole forest was stained with blood.

Swordsmen are filled with white light. The body was like a tense spring, staring at Angell.

"You guy ..." His eyes were red. The knuckles of the fingers holding the hilt were pale.

Angel shuddered the blood on the round sword, and her eyes red again. A circle of invisible ripples centered on him and spread out suddenly in all directions.

"He disappeared again !!!" "Be careful !!! Back to back in a circle!"

The remaining swordsmen rushed together, not far from the swordsmen of the double swords, staring nervously around.

Angele was standing in front of them, but no one saw him. He walked slowly to the gathered swordsmen, the long sword stroked freely.

Oh!

The throats of two swordsmen were cut with a sword. Soaring scarlet blood.

Angle shifted slightly to the left and slashed away three round swords. The right hand slashed a silver slash.

The rest of the people were cut in half, and the blood dripped to the ground.

It's just a chop, everyone except the Swordsmen is resolved easily, and it's too fast to make a sound.

The Sword Swordsmen only had time to draw a cross sword mark to the original position of Angele, and they saw his teammates fall to the ground instantly. And he couldn't even see the shadow of the enemy.

"Henry ..." He froze, his eyes falling on a player who was cut in half on the ground, his eyes bloodshot.

Oh!

He hit a kick behind his back. The whole man was severely stung and flew out, rolled a few times on the grass, and was covered with blood.

Angele also no longer covered his body with hallucinations, walked a few steps and slid down.

Clang!

The swordsman stepped sideways, and his two-handed sword slammed into Angliel's sword, making a harsh noise.

"The eye of God is watching me !!" The swordman growled. Rolling up from the ground, the two swords slashed into Angliel's upper body like a storm, and the white halo covered the two swords. Each strike had terrifying power and speed. The two swords were waved into a silver shadow by him, covering Angliel's body.

Ding! !!

A series of golden sparks burst out between the two. Innumerable long swords clashed into one piece, and in the end only continuous dense sounds could be heard.

"It's strong!" Angele was still looking pale at this moment. "This person's speed and strength can actually keep up with me! A small role of a church ..."

He jumped lightly, avoiding the blade of his sword, and fell back in front of a big tree.

"Let's go!" Angle rushed straight out, his body was like a gyro, the left sword was severely cut at the swordman's right hand, and he was cut out of the right sword by a rotation.

Oh!

The white light on the swordman's left arm suddenly faded, a gray line appeared. He was too late to react, being beaten back and forth by the blade that kept slashing from left to right.

The white light on his body also began to fade quickly. He just felt that the man in front of him was turning alternately from left to right, and the blade was used to cut it on his double sword. The bearing capacity of both hands is getting heavier.

Finally, a clanging sound from the clang, the swordsman's two swords were instantly struck, and Angele in front of him was like a one-way gyro, slashing continuously on his neck continuously at one point.

Oh! !! ....

The white light finally trembled and slowly disappeared. The swordman's neck began to slowly show bleeding marks, his body was shaking violently, and he could not make any resistance action at all.

Angel's last sword was swept with all his strength, but he didn't look at it afterwards. He jumped away slightly and landed on the dark red lawn. The red fluorescence of both eyes shone in the darkness.

The double swords swordsman stepped back several times, hitting his back against the trunk and sitting down slowly.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't say a word.

Slap a big hand on his shoulder, from the back of the trunk.

"You rest first, let me come." A low voice came from the shade.

A tall figure slowly stepped out of the shadows, staring at Angele calmly. This is a farmer man in brown linen clothes. He looks thirty or forty years old, his eyes are cloudy and dim, and he has no temperament like a master and a farmer, just like an ordinary farmer working in a farm field.

A dark brownish black hair, messy, I do n’t know how long it has n’t been washed, the clothes on my body are full of worn patches, and the palms of both hands are covered with rough calluses.

Angele stared at the man who suddenly appeared, not knowing why. He felt that this man contained white light fluctuations far stronger than that of the previous swordsman leader. A faint sense of danger emerged from my heart. This sense of crisis shook him slightly.

"It hasn't happened for a long time ..." The red light of Angel's eyes grew brighter, and his body shivered with excitement, remembering that he faced this last time a long time ago The same kind of excitement.

Since he achieved his second true life, he hasn't encountered this feeling for a long time.

The middle-aged farmer glanced at Angle calmly, then scanned all the corpses around. "My name is Victor, I didn't expect to meet a big guy like you on any crusade. I thought it was a vacation ..."