Lord of War

The middle-aged man rushed towards the leader of the sword dancers of the same tribe without any scruples. His arms were bulging with veins, and his body was covered with a dark red halo like a flame. An extremely terrifying sharp breath. Even under his movements, the surrounding space was slightly distorted. Although there was no howling wind, there was a more palpitating sense of threat than the howling wind.

With this blow, the middle-aged man had no intention of showing mercy, it seemed that he really wanted to kill the sword spirit dancer leader on the spot!

Facing such a ferocious culling of the middle-aged elves, the female elf sword dancer leader who maintained a proud face from the beginning to the end did not feel the slightest panic. It seemed that she knew that the ending would be like this. She just moved her feet slightly and got out of the way of the attack that was rushing towards her in a straight line. The hysteresis created by the distorted space around her seemed to have no effect Same on her body.

It's like the ripples of a light boat on the lake.

Then, at the moment when the two crossed each other, the right hand of the female elf sword dancer turned into a hand knife and cut towards the neck of the middle-aged elf.

Compared with the reddish black halo, the milky white energy surrounding the female elf sword dancer's hand knife is extraordinarily holy and dazzling, and compared with the strange aura of the middle-aged elf, this female elf sword The momentum generated by the dancer's hand knife is as deafening as thunder. Under the milky white vigor, those almost substantive dark red blood energy melted quickly, just like the cold snow exposed to the sun.

Soon, the neck of the middle-aged male elf, which was protected by the dark red bloody aura, appeared completely in the sight of the female sword dancer leader.

Undoubtedly, it's like the middle-aged male elf's culling blow didn't hold back at all. If his neck was cut by the hand knife led by the elven sword dancer of the Pofeng tribe, then the final result must be that his head was cut off directly.

In this petty dispute, which can be said to be a quarrel, the two highland elves, who are both respected and powerful in the Pofeng tribe, actually acted with the intention of killing each other!

"snort!"

Feeling the threat from the knife in his hand, the middle-aged elf let out a cold snort, and the blood radiating from his body instantly turned into a real flame and burned. But this state of flame erupting, expanding and burning only lasted for a second, and then shrank back into his body at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, the air was filled with a bit of dull tranquility before the storm fell.

At this moment, the sword dancer leader gave up the attack that could cut through the opponent's carotid artery as long as he moved a little further,

Retract the right hand with great speed.

A red light flashed in mid-air.

It just happened to pass by the retracted right hand of the sword dancer leader.

The leader of the sword dancers took a few steps back. The middle-aged elf also rushed forward for a certain distance, and the two sides once again maintained a distance of about five meters.

The leader of the sword dancers stared at the back of the middle-aged elf in front of her. She knew that at this moment, the other party was really moving. But even so, her expression still didn't change at all, but her hands were slightly lowered, pressing on the scabbards of the two daggers at her waist.

The teeth of the wasteland.

Wind Ghost Blade.

The two short swords appear to be a pair. But in fact, it's just that the materials are similar.

One of the daggers, the Desolate Fang, is a holy relic of the Elf tribe brought by the highland elves who wandered to the barren land. It is said that its history can even be traced back to the end of the Twilight Era, but how did it fall into the Broken Wind Tribe? In his hand, no one knows about this. The only thing that is clear is that the founder of the Pofeng tribe brought this dagger from the Eye of the Storm tribe.

As for the Wind Ghost Blade, the Pofeng Tribe discovered a material very similar to the Pohuang's Fang in the wild land. Then ask those dwarves living in the wild land to forge short swords. And because of this short sword, the Pofeng tribe even broke out a war with a gray dwarf group. That war happened before the Pofeng tribe and the Xuefeng tribe turned against each other, so with the support of the Xuefeng tribe, it is natural to use The group of gray dwarves was completely wiped out and took back the Wind Ghost Blade.

Therefore, in fact, the pair of short swords that look exactly the same are actually not a pair. Even in terms of workmanship, the Wind Ghost Blade is far inferior to the Desolate Fang. But even so, the Wind Ghost Blade is still a very sharp legendary short sword.

As a sacred object of a tribe, it can be carried away so easily by the leader of the sword dancer. It can be seen that the identity of the female highland elf of the Pofeng tribe is naturally not simple. Otherwise, no matter how high the status is, it is impossible to use the tribal holy relic at will, or even bring the pair of daggers to the human kingdom.

However, even though she had tightly grasped the two short swords, the expression of this female highland elf became more and more dignified.

She took a deep breath to calm down the weak uncoordinated breath in her heart at this moment. Then he pulled out the two simple daggers at the same time. At this moment, the female elf sword dancer also began to emit a very subtle but very powerful power fluctuation, full of fighting spirit, like throwing an oil bottle into the fire, and instantly turned into The monstrous flames!

"Very good." The middle-aged elf, who turned his back to the leader of the sword dancer, said in a deep voice, and then turned around slowly.

On the left half of the elf's face, there is a complicated and weird red texture, which roughly looks like the texture of a magic circle, but it is much more complicated than a magic circle. In addition, there are also a large number of complex blood-red patterns on all the exposed skin on his body that is not covered by clothing. These patterns are all shining with red light, like activated magma flow, full of a strange, hideous and terrifying aura.

The middle-aged elf just stood there, but as if there was an invisible force field covering the surrounding space, a bloody aura of "" continued to emanate from his body, the closer the middle-aged elf Elf, that bloody smell will become more intense. People with weaker mental endurance simply cannot compete head-on with such an opponent. What's more, it can be seen from his attack on the sword dancer commander just now that he also has extremely powerful combat power in terms of melee combat ability, and even his speed and reaction power are far beyond ordinary people.

In a sense, this ability to emit a bloody aura to influence opponents should also be regarded as a domain ability.

If Sean could see this middle-aged male highland elf at this time. Then he will know how difficult this time-limited mission is.

Bloodline Hunter.

This is a special advanced occupation unique to the highland elves in the wild land.

The so-called special advanced occupation is a occupation that is only allowed to work under special conditions. In contrast to the extremely high difficulty of job transfer in this type of occupation and the difficulty and slowness of subsequent class promotion, the powerful abilities brought about by the successful job transfer of special advanced occupations are sufficient to make up for the gap in this regard.

Sean's cursed swordsman, the third-tier heavy armored knight he met in Portoroa Kingdom, etc., are all special advanced occupations.

However, the difficulty of advancing the profession of [Bloodstripe Hunter] is even more difficult than Sean's Cursed Swordsman.

first. The limitation of this profession is that people must be born in a wild land, even if they are also elves, but if they were not born in a wild land, they will not be able to access the quest line of this job transfer direction. Secondly, they must be believers who believe in the goddess of hunting, and their status or status in the hunting church cannot be too low. In the end, there is the final requirement for this job change: a melee class.

Usually a Bloodstripe Hunter. Its true strength must be based on the premise of the current state plus half a level of level.

In other words, when this middle-aged elf fully activated the bloodstripe ability on his body, his strength was almost equivalent to that of the lower sanctuary's powerhouse. At the very least, this special ability that uses the bloody aura to interfere and affect the opponent's combat effectiveness is essentially equivalent to a domain ability. It can be seen from this that once the blood-striped hunter officially becomes a strong man in the sanctuary, how terrifying this kind of domain ability will be.

However, at least the middle-aged male elf in front of him has no possibility of becoming a strong man in the sanctuary in this life.

at this point. Everyone in the Pofeng Tribe knows it very well.

On the contrary, the female elf sword dancer leader, she is very young now, not even eighty years old. With her strength and talent, it is very easy to break through the sanctuary, but the real limit lies in whether she can finally break through the legend. However, the current Pofeng tribe has placed high hopes on this sword dancer commander. At least the sword dancer guard she brought out is obviously stronger than the sword dancers trained by the previous Pofeng tribe in terms of combat effectiveness. many.

"It's just a child who has only been in power in recent years. Do you really think that you can stand side by side with me?" When he touched his middle finger, the expression on his face was even more ferocious.

If you look carefully. It was not difficult to find that there was a very obvious scar between the fingers of the right middle finger of the leader of the sword dancer, and blood was oozing little by little. It's just shocking that when these blood beads oozing from the wound appeared on the skin of the sword dancer's leading finger, they would quickly evaporate and disappear.

For this weak injury on the right hand. The elf sword dancer knew exactly how it felt.

If she hadn't stopped quickly in the moment of confrontation before, her right hand would have been cut off by the flash of red light just now.

As highland elves who believe in the goddess of hunting, their most outstanding thing is their keen sense of smell in battle, so most of the time they can sense danger in advance and avoid traps. Of course, this approach has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that the flaws that are often deliberately revealed by the opponent in the battle are meaningless to them; the disadvantage is that once the opponent knows the fault of the highland elves, they can instead In many places, they abandoned their own defense and concentrated their forces on attack.

Of course, this approach is only useful in the game, and it is useless against players.

Because this belief ability is added to the player, it becomes "reduce critical strike damage and critical strike chance", and there are active effects and passive effects.

That's why the female sword dancer commander was able to dodge the almost beheading blow just now, relying on this extremely keen sense of fighting talent. But even so, her right middle finger was inevitably rubbed, and even this one hurt her a little.

If it is under normal circumstances. Naturally, this injury is nothing.

But in the face of the blood-striped hunter, any wound that would bleed would become a weakness that the opponent could use.

Explained in game terms, that is the "blood-sucking" effect.

Of course, as a terrifying profession, the Bloodstripe Hunter actually has some weaknesses. One of the biggest weaknesses. That is, they cannot accept any external treatment - the performance in the game at the beginning was that any treatment skills cannot be applied to players of this class, and they must recover through the blood-sucking effect of the class. But in today's real world, the injuries they suffered were difficult to heal, at least it was difficult to heal when the scarlet lines were activated.

The gaze of the female sword dancer leader withdrew from the middle finger of her right hand, and then fell on the neck of the blood-striped hunter, and said in a deep voice: "Do you really think that you are the only one who can hurt people? ... I said But. We are equals, not just because of our status in the tribe, but also because of our strength....And this refers to the situation without borrowing external force."

Having said that, the sword dancer commander paused for a moment.

At this moment, there was an extremely slight tearing sound suddenly.

The pupils of the bloodstripe hunter shrank suddenly!

Because the tearing sound happened to come from his body, there was a wound on his neck that was exactly the same as the sword dancer commander he had injured. It's just that the wound he hurt the sword dancer commander was not so fatal. That amount of bleeding can be stopped at any time; but the injury on the neck is different, if it is half an inch deeper, then his carotid artery will be cut directly, and the bleeding will only The amount is enough to threaten his life.

The bloodstained hunter's face became extremely ugly.

Because at this moment, he had really understood what his opponent meant by "not borrowing external force".

His gaze had already fallen on the dagger named Fenggui Blade.

This bloodstained hunter is very clear about the leadership strength of the sword dancers in his tribe. After all, they can be seen in the tribe. But in his memory. The strength of the two of them is indeed equal, and no one can really suppress the other. Therefore, if they really fight, it will indeed be a lose-lose situation. However, this refers to the fact that both sides have the same prerequisites. If he is ready for a deathmatch, then his chances of winning are relatively high.

Because of this, he would be the first to strike at the beginning, in order to take advantage of this first strike. Once he has the advantage, then he can slowly turn the advantage into a victory during the battle, and then completely kill this existence who is now more and more like a thorn in his eyes in one fell swoop.

But never mind. In the end, he still ignored the fact that the sword dancer commander had two tribal relics in his hands at this moment.

As sacred objects in the tribe, the entire Pofeng tribe is naturally familiar with the situation of these two sacred objects.

Although no one knows what the real function of the Desolate Fang is, but the situation of the Wind Ghost Blade is very clear, that is, it can increase the speed of the holder. As for the specific speed of improvement, people in the tribe are not clear. Because although the Blade of the Wind Ghost is modeled after the Fang of the Desolation, in fact, the only one in the Pofeng tribe who can really control these two sacred objects is the sword dancer in front of him.

Vinia. Broken wind.

"Vinia, others don't know your true identity, do you think I don't know either?" The face of this middle-aged bloodstained hunter became extremely ugly. The tribe has lived for more than 150 years, not only has accumulated power in the tribe for a long time, but also knows many secrets in the tribe, "You are just a villain, you really think you can command the sword dancers of the entire tribe ?"

Vinia's originally peaceful eyes suddenly turned cold, and her hands holding the two swords were clenched tightly, and her originally calm and calm expression finally produced strong fluctuations.

"Hmph, it seems that you should know your identity." The middle-aged elf sneered, "Although I don't know how you tricked the tribal holy relic into recognition, but if you really think you can control the tribal holy If you are an object, or even really equal to me, then I advise you to give up your heart.... With your current behavior, I have enough to regard you as a sinner who betrayed the clan!"

"Only based on your own words?"

"No." The middle-aged elf shook his head, "As I am the supervisor of the Council of Elders."

Vinia's pupils shrank suddenly: "You deliberately gave wrong information today!?"

"So what?" The middle-aged elf snorted coldly, "Speaking of which, I really have to thank those few humans. If it weren't for them, I would indeed have to bear a lot of responsibility for losing so many silver sword dancers. But now ...the loss of two Golden Sword Dancers under your command, so how do you think the Council of Elders will view this matter?"

Taking a deep breath, the anger in Vinia's eyes began to disappear, replaced by a kind of indifference: "I will go to your funeral, Lord Moraso."

When the middle-aged male elf of the Pofeng Tribe heard this, he felt a shudder in his heart, and a terrible breath of death enveloped him instantly. Immediately afterwards, he saw Vinia leaning over and rushing toward him, but almost when she took the first step, an identical figure appeared on her left, and when these two figures appeared again When taking the first step, two identical figures appeared on the right and behind at the same time.

Then in the third step, eight figures appeared in Moraso's eyes.

The fourth step, sixteen figures.

After the fifth step, no more figures appeared.

But the sense of coercion that erupted from the sixteen figures completely suppressed the movement of his blood and energy field, and instead made the blood and energy in his body surge.

The next moment, it was five steps later.

The sixteen figures disappeared and eight remained, but the awe-inspiring aura emanating from Vinia Pofeng was twice as strong as before. Judging from the aura alone, it was not weaker than the aura of a quasi-sanctuary powerhouse.

And after the eight sound shadows, there are four.

At this time, Viniya's breath was the same as that of the next Sanctuary powerhouse.

When the figure only said two words, the blood on Lavinia's face suddenly disappeared, and she became extremely pale, but her aura was more vicious and fierce than ordinary low-level sanctuary powerhouses.

Immediately afterwards, when Vinia finally stepped in front of Moraso, the figure on the left was clearly fused with Vinia's body in Moraso's eyes. At this moment, the aura that erupted from Vinia was already comparable to the powerhouse at the peak of the lower Sanctuary.

At this moment, Moraso finally had a look of fear in his eyes, because he already knew what ability Vinia was using at this time.

That is the tribal secret technique of the Pofeng Tribe: Dance of the Pofeng!

This is a powerful secret technique that is on par with the Xuefeng tribe's secret technique [Snow Wind's War]! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)

PS: There was a power outage yesterday, so... ORZ, the update was cut off. I originally wanted to make it to the monthly ticket list this month, but now it seems that I may not be able to make it. Something happened at home today. In terms of updates, I will continue as much as possible and maintain a sufficient amount of updates. As for the monthly pass, I will not ask for it. You can figure it out.