Legendary Hero

Mosaren Bridge, South, Barren Ridge.

Moro Vaughan has been here for more than half a month. Every day, the Shadow Fiends try to infiltrate the Bridge Keep, but each time they fail.

There were too many people on the bridge, and there were a large number of priests. These servants of the Lord of Radiance were extremely sensitive to the dark aura, and as long as they got closer, they could arouse their alertness.

After infiltrating for many consecutive days, the other party has obviously noticed it, and began to draw holy runes and spray holy water around the bridge fortress, so every day that passes, the difficulty of infiltrating for the shadow demon becomes more and more difficult.

Moluogen stood on the barren ridge, looking at the bridge in front of him from a distance, with his hands on the hilt of his sword, and he remained motionless, despite the biting mountain wind making his clothes rattle, leaving his sparse and dry skin The hair also kept shaking.

At this moment, no one knows what the undead sword master is thinking.

After a long time, a cloud of black mist appeared around the Juggernaut, and the mist quickly became solid, and a small demon with black skin and a thin body like a dwarf appeared.

"How's the situation?" Moro Vogan asked lightly.

The demon shook his head: "Not much progress. Tyrion sneaked in, but was discovered by the guards in the fortress within three minutes. I saw his body thrown into the river with my own eyes. It looked terrible! "

"It's been a month since we set off, and there's still no progress. It's not okay to go on like this." Moluogen withdrew his gaze, looked at Shadow Demon, and his voice was still faint, without the slightest emotion.

"We can't help it. For so long, that guy has been huddled in the castle and can't come out. The castle is heavily guarded, and even poisoning is useless. We are just shadow demons, not big demon kings. What can we do?" Shadow Demon He spread his hands and explained for himself.

The strength of Shadow Fiends is considered medium among demons. Their greatest ability is atomization. Their whole bodies are transformed into faint black smoke, and they can pass through gaps without sound, which makes them the number one assassin race of demons.

But the priest of the Lord of Radiance on the other side happened to be one of their few nemesis. The defense of these priests is watertight, the entire bridge is full of holy power runes, there is really no way to break through.

"I see." Mo Luogen nodded, and jumped off a rock he was standing on: "This earl is extremely powerful and careful, and you are indeed no match. Conspiracies and tricks are useless to him, only a frontal attack killed."

Hearing this, the Shadow Fiend jumped up and followed behind Moro Vogan, and said sharply: "Hey, Moro Vogan, are you crazy or something, and you want to kill him head-on? He is the commander of the Silver Crusade!" , there are countless elite fighters under your command, who would fight you alone, are you stupid?"

Moro Vaughan quickened his pace down the mountain: "He will."

"Don't go to die. If you die, the mission will fail, and His Majesty will still put the idiot's crown on your head, hehe...uh~."

He didn't say anything, a sword had already pierced his heart, the moonlight flashed on the sword, and the power exploded, the shadow demon's body was directly exploded into blood clots, the black blood dripped onto the ground, gurgling, dripping The grass that arrived immediately withered.

'噗' Mo Luowogen retracted his sword and sheathed it, his expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

He continued on towards the bridge fort.

Another shadow demon appeared beside him, and as soon as he appeared, he screamed: "Ah, you actually killed Tirian, why!"

"Because you're too noisy." Moro Vaughn struck out another sword and killed the screaming little thing, "And I want to be quiet for a while."

On the way thereafter, there were a total of five Shadow Fiends, one assassination team, three of them were killed by him, and the remaining one didn't dare to pester them anymore, and ran back to Davik Fort quietly, preparing to make a small report to Barclay.

Moro Vaughan didn't go after him, and he didn't care. If this operation succeeds, Barclay will not punish him for this matter. If it fails...hehe, his broken life will come to an end Well, who cares about what's behind.

He strode forward until he reached the front of the bridge.

The guard at the bridgehead paused the iron gun in his hand, and said coldly: "Stop, old guy, take off your cloak."

He just doesn't feel right looking at the guy.

Mo Luogen complied, stretched out his withered hands, and slowly pulled the cloak down over his head, revealing a head of sparse and dry hair. Then he raised his head, his eyes were filled with condensed black light, and black air was constantly leaking from the corners of his eyes. .

"Undead!" The guard roared, and the iron spear in his hand was about to stab forward.

Moro Vaughan raised his foot, kicked the guard away, and stretched out his hand to break the iron spear stabbed by another guard with his bare hands. He didn't kill them, they were just two insignificant characters.

"I'm Moro Wogan, go, call your marshal out, I have something to say to him!" He stood at the bridge and didn't move on.

Upon hearing the name, the two guards got up immediately and ran towards the fort on the bridge with all their strength, shouting all the way: "The bloody maniac is coming! The bloody maniac is coming!"

Bloody Maniac, the new nickname given to Moro Vaughan by the human race. When Moro Vaughan heard this, his face twitched. Once upon a time, how glorious he was, the Juggernaut of the Full Moon, the most powerful man in the mainland, but now he has become such a man, ghost and ghost, even he himself hates himself.

After a while, there was some commotion in the fortress, but the commotion stopped after less than two minutes, and then the sound of horseshoes came from the bridge, and a young man wearing a dark blue exquisite warrior leather robe appeared in the fortress The huge iron gate.

Behind him, there are many elite fighters, each of them is very young, each of them is full of vigor, and the vigorous vitality is as dazzling as the sun, which makes Mo Luogen squint his eyes involuntarily.

However, Moro Vaughan couldn't catch the eyes of others, and he kept staring at the young man in front.

A dark blue leather robe, without battle armor; a one-handed sword hanging from his waist, without a shield; his hair is cut short, and his beard is only a little bit, his eyes are slightly squinted, and there is a crystal clear liquid flowing in it. The brilliance is very clear, but it also shows an indescribable depth, just like the sea.

He knew that this was Earl Maple Leaf, the young strong man who defeated him twice in a row.

But in those two times, the opponent was more or less assisted by external forces, occupying a powerful situation.

Not this time.

When he was more than 50 meters away from him, the young man raised his hand slightly, and everyone stopped, and then he said, "Moluogen, tell me why you are here."

Moro Wogan took a deep breath, and finally realized that he didn't need to breathe at all: "A battle, just the two of us."

"Why do you think I will agree?" the young man asked.

"If you don't agree, I will cross the Blackwater River and go to the northern border to assassinate your confidants one by one until you agree." Moluogen said.

With his strength, no one can stop him from guerrilla warfare. For example, now, he dared to stand at the head of the bridge and face the human army behind the Mosalun Bridge alone because he was confident that he would escape before the other party attacked him. Even the Earl of Maple Leaf couldn't stop him.

As soon as Mo Luogen said this, Iona behind Luo Lin said: "Rorin, don't promise him."

This battle is too dangerous, if he is accidentally killed, she will be in bad luck.

Lang Ergo, who is already the captain of the knights, also said: "Marshal, there are countless elites in the fortress. As long as you order, we will go all out to kill this man!"

Bishop Conworth also said softly: "It's not impossible, I will use the holy light to weaken his power."

Narosa, the snake demon, is also here. The soul servant contract has been lifted. She is now free, but even though she is free, she voluntarily issued the Silver Covenant and joined the Silver Crusade.

In her words: "I don't know anything except fighting with people, and I don't want to go back to a ghostly place like the dark plane. I'd better stay here and enjoy myself."

After two years, she has long been used to living here, with delicious food, exquisite clothes, comfortable accommodation and the respect of the human race, and she doesn't have to worry about unexpected betrayal, she enjoys this feeling.

She also said softly: "This old guy is alone. If we all rush up, he will definitely die. Don't worry, he won't escape."

No matter how fast the speed is, can it be as fast as her arrow?

Luo Lin listened to these words quietly, and he also saw the disdainful smile on the face of Moro Vaughan opposite him.

Indeed, at the level of Damo Luogen, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to think about it, it is basically impossible for him to be besieged to death by low-level fighters. He wanted to escape, but they couldn't stop him.

If you are not a legendary powerhouse, you cannot truly appreciate the power of legends. Among the people present, Rowling understood Mo Luogen's thoughts best.

He raised his hand to stop everyone talking, and asked, "Where is the battlefield?"

If it was in Clear Water City a month ago, he would not have agreed, because it would be tantamount to seeking death, but now, he has been promoted to a legend, and surging power flows in his body, just like this black water river, unfathomable .

In this life, the power he obtained is more perfect than in his previous life, and his control over power is several times that of his previous life.

In the game of the previous life, his legendary state was just the power of a quasi-sage, but in this life, he is a real martial saint!

Now the third true martial saint on the mainland, not a quasi-sage who forcibly entered the legendary realm by means of alchemy or medicine.

Seeing that Luo Lin actually agreed, the people behind him wanted to persuade him again, but Luo Lin raised his hand to stop him: "Needless to say. We are the Silver Crusaders, following the Silver Covenant. Our common goal is to defeat the Dark Legion. And My goal is to defeat this fallen undead sword master and erase the greatest shame of this human race!"

"Shame?" A self-deprecating smile appeared on Moluogen's face. He slowly drew out his sword and pointed to the endless Heishui River on the side of the bridge: "The battlefield is on the Heishui River, do you dare?"

"I agree." Rollin nodded.

The water surface is used as the duel venue, and the test is the subtle control of power. Today, there are only three warriors on the mainland who can stand on the water surface without using magic, and Luo Lin is the third.

Mo Luogen laughed loudly, jumped up suddenly, soared into the river, and continued to step on the river surface. Every time he took a step, there was no splash on the water surface under his feet, only a circle of circular ripples slowly spread, and there were A clear 'gudong' sound came out.

From the appearance, it seems that what he stepped on was not water, but something like viscous jelly. There is absolutely no leakage of magic power in the middle, only relying on the subtle control of body strength.

Even though everyone on the bridge was the opponent of Moro Wogen, their mouths were wide open, but they couldn't speak.

Moro Wogan ran straight to the middle of the river, and then stood there so firmly that the water had just flooded the soles of his feet.

The soldiers on the bridge and the refugees passing by all found him. Everyone was shocked by Moro Vaughan's hand, forgot their responsibilities and situation for a moment, and turned their eyes to the river.

"It's a bloody maniac!"

"The marshal wants to fight him!"

"On the water, how do you fight?"

These news quickly spread throughout the entire bridge. Nearly 100,000 people on the bridge and along the river bank paid attention to this duel.

"When the sword reaches the top, I am the peak!" Moluo Wogen roared, the sword in his hand blew, and a very penetrating sword blew.

Although his body is small, the surging magic power of death spread like an abyss like an ocean.

Every soldier present had heart palpitations, including the frost dragon Iona.

"This old man is really crazy." She shrank her neck and muttered in a low voice, as if she was afraid of being heard by the other party.