Legendary Hero

Cape of the South China Sea, fleet at sea.

Luo Lin was standing at the bow of the ship, with a binocular in his hand, carefully watching the battle between the orcs and the undead in the cape. The battle was very fierce, and the orcs were at a clear disadvantage, and their numbers were rapidly decreasing.

He issued the order: "Full speed ahead!"

The speed at which the orc died in battle was astonishing. If there was no support, it would probably be dead.

After giving the order, Luo Lin suddenly saw the magician Roman beside him hesitate to speak, and asked, "What?"

Roman said softly: "Let them fight for a while, it's better, the best number is between 10,000 and 20,000."

The meaning of these words is a bit deep. There are more than 40,000 orc warriors. This power is too huge and it is really difficult to control. If it can be reduced, for example, there are only 10,000 to 20,000 left, then this power can be used as a powerful surprise soldier , in case the orcs backfire, the consequences are within the range that the human race can bear.

When Roman said this, he was very calm, and the cruelty was hidden in the calm. In just one sentence, each word contained the lives of thousands of orc warriors.

Luo Lin was slightly taken aback, hesitating a bit, he didn't object to Roman's method of slowly supporting, orcs are orcs, they are alien races, they can be used, but there is no need to be kind. If the orcs gain power, when it's time to strike, these orcs will certainly not hesitate at all.

What he was thinking about was how to make this matter seamless and flawless, so as not to attract the hatred of orcs!

He raised his head, and suddenly saw a group of gargoyles flying towards the fleet in the distant sky, his heart flashed, and he had a solution.

He ordered: "Twenty barrels, fog! Prepare to fight!"

The slow speed of the fleet was due to someone intercepting it. He didn't intend to delay the time. Even if the orcs suffered heavy losses, he couldn't be blamed at all.

Roman knew that Luo Lin had understood what he meant, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he began to cast wind magic to assist the formation of the fleet's fog.

It has been perfectly practiced in the waters near Vendome before, and this time the fog is much more proficient. The fog quickly enveloped the entire fleet. In order for the fog to keep up with the fleet, the forward speed of the fleet was also reduced a lot.

The speed of the gargoyles is really very fast, just like subsonic planes, the fog of the fleet is roughly formed, they rushed over like shells, plunged into the fog, and the result is self-evident.

Some flew too fast and were suddenly affected by the nemesis of the undead. They didn't have time to adjust their body shape and hit the boat directly. Some somersaulted in the air, and some rushed into the sea. Staggering, barely maintaining the balance of the body.

Without Luo Lin's orders, the commanders on the ironclad battleship began to skillfully organize the attack. After experiencing the Vendome naval battle, they will do it again, and the enemy's scale is smaller than last time, and there is no need to worry about suspicious wooden barrels. The soldiers dealt with it with ease and joy.

The number of gargoyles decreased rapidly, and they were continuously shot down like dumplings.

As the commander, Luo Lin also didn't feel any pressure. He didn't even pay much attention to the gargoyle. He still watched the battle on the cape with a binoculars. Although he was planning to slow down, the orcs couldn't die. Otherwise, his trip would be in vain.

As he was watching, he suddenly felt palpitations, and then an alarm came from his brain: "I found the undead sword master Moro Vogan!"

At the same time, there was also an image, a man riding on the back of a gargoyle. This man was dressed in a black robe, with ordinary appearance and dark eyes.

Luo Lin was shocked. He felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his head. He immediately put away the binoculars, turned his head to look, and saw that Molo Vaughn was already 50 meters away, and he was controlling the gargoyle to swing towards him. The armored battleship where it was flew over.

The other party obviously didn't expect the effect of the fog, and was a little surprised, but in Luo Lin's feeling, the vampire might have been greatly affected by the fog, but the magic power of death on Moro Volgan's body had not weakened in any way, and it was still as deep as the abyss. A sense of infinity.

Luo Lin didn't dare to be negligent, and drew out the cloud pattern sword, and the light flashed all over his body, and the power of anger was aroused. He didn't go forward to meet him, but retreated decisively, and retreated into the archers and crossbowmen. Then he pointed at the gargoyle sitting in Moro Volgan and ordered: "Shoot him!"

Luo Lin was the commander of the fleet with high prestige. His orders were the will of the soldiers. With his voice, all the soldiers immediately changed their targets. Nearly 600 crossbowmen attacked at the same time.

"Peng!" There was a tidy sound, and the crossbow arrows were like flying locusts, all shooting at Moluogen and his gargoyles.

The gargoyle was greatly affected by the nemesis of the undead, and he was riding a person on his back. It was very difficult to fly. Facing such a dense attack at this time, there was nowhere to hide. hide.

Moro Vogan immediately used the gargoyle's body as a shield, and at the same time swung the sword airtightly in his hand, only heard a clanging sound, dense sparks appeared, and most of the crossbow arrows were blocked by him.

However, manpower is sometimes poor!

No matter how powerful a fighter is, facing more than 600 sharp attacks from almost all directions, it is impossible to completely avoid damage.

After a salvo, the gargoyle turned into a hedgehog. The holy power contained in the crossbow bolts burned its body, almost turning him into a ball of holy light. At the last moment, Gen jumped towards the iron-clad warship that Luo Lin was on. He was hit by an arrow on his leg, waist, and left arm. These crossbow arrows were full of holy power. The muffled grunt was obviously hurt by the holy power.

Once on deck, he rolled on the spot and hid in a cabin.

Luo Lin didn't go after him, he knew that the other party's target was him, so he didn't stay on the battleship, but rushed along the deck for a while, then jumped up, and jumped towards a merchant ship.

After arriving at the merchant ship, he jumped out again, and jumped towards the next one. He had to get within Narosa's attack range before Morowogen could react.

Mo Luogen didn't stay in the cabin for a long time, he spotted Luo Lin, and seeing that he was about to escape, he immediately ran out of the cabin, the crossbow bolts on his body had been pulled out by him, and every wound was bleeding It was covered with black blood, and beside the black blood, there were still fine pieces of holy power burning. These holy power did not cause much damage to Moluo Wogen, and the only effect was to successfully prevent the wound from healing.

Originally, this was nothing, but it was terrible in this place full of smoke from the undead nemesis.

If there were no injuries, Moro Vaughan's body would be almost perfect, without any loopholes or gaps, and the undead did not need to breathe, so even if they were in the smoke, they would not be affected.

But now, the wound failed to heal, and the mist invaded from the wound, interfering with the operation of the magic power of death in Moluogen's body.

For a peak powerhouse like him, the movement of his internal strength is almost flawless, but now that he has received such an unexpected disturbance, the overall strength display has been immediately affected by a non-negligible impact.

After taking a few steps forward on the iron-clad battleship, Moro Vaughan obviously felt something was wrong. His strength was more than 10% lower than in its heyday!

This is 10%!

Since the last failure, Moro Vaughan has never underestimated Luo Lin. In terms of sword skills, he admits that the opponent is still a level above, and his advantage lies in his strength.

Now that he is like this, he believes that his strength is still superior to the opponent, but the overwhelming advantage is gone. If he insists on catching up and fighting, and he is trapped in the enemy's line at this time, the outcome is really unpredictable.

Damn it! Mo Luogen cursed secretly, seeing that Luo Lin was about to escape, after a few flashes of weighing, he gritted his teeth and continued to catch up.

This young man has unlimited potential, if he doesn't kill it as soon as possible, it will only become more and more difficult in the future, he fought hard this time!

He chased after him, and several soldiers wanted to stop him, but with a flash of sword light, these soldiers fell to the ground without any struggle, and lost their breath.

The magician Roman suddenly raised his hand and chanted a spell, and a thick ice wall rose in front of Morovogen, trying to block the path of the Undead Sword Master. Dai Wei waved her staff, and a chain of ice formed out of thin air, entangled towards Moluogen's body.

"Broken!" Facing the ice wall, the Juggernaut stabbed out with a sword, and a ball of light like moonlight flashed softly on the tip of the sword, and the ice wall that had just risen directly burst into pieces. The chain flew over, the Juggernaut slashed horizontally again, and the silver full moon suddenly appeared, 'Pang! ’ The chains turned into water vapor and became invisible.

The magic of the two magicians' minds was broken in an instant, and they both felt a huge shock, and they were unable to cast spells again in a short period of time.

As soon as the two swords were released, the magician Roman recognized his opponent, and he exclaimed in shock: "Full Moon Sword Master!"

The sword is like the bright moon, and the magic is like a child's play. There is only one person on the road who has such means.

With Roman's shout, the soldiers on the deck who were planning to intercept the Juggernaut immediately retreated instinctively, not daring to block the way of the Juggernaut.

But ordinary soldiers dare not stop, but there are still people who dare, that is Iona the Frost Dragon, she arrived in the first time with the help of flying technique. And Narosa had just jumped into the sea from the iron-clad battleship, and had only swam a little and a half distance.

As soon as she came over, she was in mid-air, waving her hands, and huge ice spikes formed in the air, whistling and crashing towards Moluo Wogen.

This is the sea, and it is Iona's absolute home. She releases high-level magic without any effort.

"Old man, go to hell." Iona was extremely disgusted with this undead who had hunted her down.

Luo Lin turned his head, and saw Iona almost forgetting to cast spells, which was better than last time. She didn't forget to bless her with a legendary level of defensive magic, but this fool, did she think that she could block it with this method? The counterattack of the Juggernaut!

"Iona, go back!" Rowling yelled.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a bright blood moon rising from the deck of the iron-clad battleship. It was Moro Vaughan's famous stunt killing blood moon.

On the night of killing, the blood moon rises, and the sword is vertical and horizontal, unstoppable, it is a unique skill!

This round of blood moon rose and slammed into Iona, easily destroying the flying ice thorns, smashing a legendary magic cast by Iona, and finally hitting Iona's body protection magic.

A series of transparent ripples appeared in front of Iona, the legendary protective magic lasted for a while, then shattered and dissipated, and the bloody radiance passed through Iona.

Time seemed to stand still, and the expression on Iona's face froze, with a hint of surprise emerging, and then she fell from the air, her dress fluttering like a flying leaf, falling towards the blue sea water.