Mosalun Bridge, south, deserted ridge.

Morovogen has been here for more than half a month. Every day, the shadow demons try to sneak into the bridge fortress, but every time they end in failure.

There are too many people on the bridge deck, and there are also a large number of priests. These servants of the Lord of the Glory are extremely sensitive to the aura of darkness. As long as they get closer, they can arouse the other party's alertness.

After many consecutive days of infiltration, the other party had obviously noticed it. He began to draw holy power runes around the bridge fortress and spray holy water, so every day, the difficulty of shadow demons infiltrate is one more point.

Morovogen stood on the barren ridge, looking at the bridge in front of him from afar, putting his hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, and his whole body remained motionless, allowing the bitter mountain wind to blow his clothes and his sparse and dry hair to shake.

At this moment, no one knew what the undead sword saint was thinking.

After a long time, a black mist appeared beside the Sword Saint, and the mist quickly became solid. A small demon with black skin and a thin figure as thin as a dwarf appeared.

"How is the situation?" Morovogen asked lightly.

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

"It has been a month since we set out, and there is still no progress. This will not work." Morovogen withdrew his gaze and looked at the Shadow Demon, his voice still faint without any emotion.

"We have nothing to do. After so long, that guy has been huddling in the castle and never coming out. The castle is very defensive and it is useless to even release poison. We are just shadow demons, not the big demon king. What can I do?" The shadow demon spread his hands and explained to himself.

The strength of the Shadow Demon is average among the demons. Their greatest ability is to atomize, and their whole body turns into a faint black smoke. They can pass through the gap silently, which makes them the number one assassin race of the demons.

But the priest who had the Lord of Glory was one of their few nemesis. These priests were defensively drained, and the entire bridge was filled with holy runes, so there was no way to break through.

"I get it." Morovogen nodded and jumped down from a rock standing: "This count is extremely powerful and meticulous. You are indeed not opponents. Conspiracy and tricks are useless to him, only frontal killing."

Hearing this, the shadow demon jumped behind Morovogen and whispered: "Hey, Morovogen. Are you crazy or what? You actually want to kill him head-on. He is the commander of the Silver Crusader and has countless elite warriors under him. Who will duel with you alone? Are you stupid?"

Morovogen speeds up and goes down the mountain: "He will."

"Don't go to die. If you die, your mission will fail. Your Majesty will still bring the idiot head crown to your head, hehe...uh~."

He didn't say anything. A sword had penetrated his heart. The moonlight flashed on the sword and the power burst out. The shadow demon's body exploded into a blood clot, and the black blood poured onto the ground, making a squeak, and the dripping grass immediately withered.

"Swish" Morovogen put his sword back into the sheath, and his expression was still faint, as if nothing had happened.

He continued to walk towards the bridge fortress.

Another shadow demon appeared beside him. As soon as he appeared, he screamed: "Ah, you actually killed Tirian. Why!"

"Because you're so noisy." Morovogen used another sword and killed the screaming little thing: "And I want to be quiet for a while."

On the way afterwards, there were a total of five shadow demons, a team of assassination teams, and three of them were killed by him. The remaining one was not right, and he did not dare to bother him anymore. He ran back to Davik Fortress and prepared to report to Barkre.

Morrovogen didn't chase him, and he didn't care. If this action was successful, Barclay would not punish him for this matter. If it failed... Hehe, his broken life has come to an end. Who cares about what's behind him?

He strode forward and walked to the front of the bridge.

The guards guarded the bridge paused the iron spear in their hands and said coldly: "Stop, old guy, take off your cloak."

He looked at the guy and felt something was wrong.

Morovogen, as he did, stretched out his dry hand, slowly pulled the cloak down his head, revealing a sparse and dry hair. Then he raised his head, his eyes flowing with black light like water, and black air continued to spread at the ends of his eyes.

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

Morovogen raised his kick, kicked the guard away, and then reached out to break the iron spear that stabbed him by another guard with bare hands. He did not take the lives of these two people, these were just two irrelevant small characters.

"I am Morovogen, go and call your marshal out, I have something to say to him!" He stood at the bridge and did not move forward.

As soon as he heard this name, the two guards immediately got up and ran to the fortress on the bridge with all their might. They ran all the way, shouting: "The bloody man is here! The bloody man is here!"

The bloody maniac, the new nickname given by the human race to Morovogen, Morovogen heard it and thrust his face. Once upon a time, he was so glorious, the saint of the Full Moon Sword and the most powerful man on the continent, but now he has become like a person who is not human or ghost, and even he himself hates himself.

After a while, some riots occurred in the fortress, but the riots lasted for less than two minutes before stopping. Then the sound of horse hooves came from the bridge deck, and a young man wearing a delicate dark blue warrior leather robe appeared at the entrance of the huge iron gate of the fortress.

Behind him were many elite warriors, each very young, each full of vitality, and the vitality was as dazzling as the sun, which made Morovogen squint involuntarily.

However, the others could not get into Morovogen's eyes, and he kept staring at the young man in front.

A dark blue leather robe, not wearing a battle armor; a one-handed sword hung around his waist, without a shield; his hair was very short, his beard was slightly left, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a crystal clear light flowing in it, very clear, but also a sense of indescribable depth. Just like the sea.

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

But in those two times, the other party had more or less external assistance and occupied a powerful situation.

Nothing will happen this time.

When he was still fifty meters away from him, the young man raised his hand and everyone stopped, and then he said, "Morovogen, tell me what you are going to do."

Morovogen took a deep breath, and finally realized that he had no need to breathe at all: "In a battle, there are only 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." Morovogen said.

With his strength, no one can stop him when he fights guerrilla warfare. For example, now, he dares to stand on the bridge and face the human army behind the Mosalun Bridge alone because he is confident that he will escape before the other party attacks him. Even the Maple Leaf Earl can't stop him.

As soon as Morovogen said this, Aiona behind Rollin said, "Rollin, don't promise him."

The battle is too dangerous. If he is accidentally killed, she will have to be unlucky.

Langergo, who is already the captain of the Knights, also said: "Marson. There are countless elite soldiers in the fortress. As long as you call us, we will do our best to kill this person!"

Bishop Cornwas also whispered: "This is not impossible. I will weaken his power with the holy light."

The snake demon Narosa is also here, and the contract for the soul servant has been lifted. She is now free, but although she is free, she voluntarily issued a silver covenant and joined the Silver Crusader.

In her words, "I can't do anything except fight with people. I don't want to go back to a ghost place like the dark plane, so I'll stay here with great pleasure."

It's been two years since she was used to living here. She has long been accustomed to living here. She has 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 whispered: "This old guy is only one. As soon as we rush over, he will definitely die. Don't worry, he won't escape."

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

Rolin listened quietly to these words, and he also saw a disdainful smile on the face of Morovogen opposite him.

Indeed, when he reaches the level of Morovogen, as long as he does not take the initiative to think about it, it will basically be impossible to be besieged and killed by low-level soldiers. If he wants to escape, they will not be able to stop him.

Not a legendary powerhouse, he cannot truly understand the power of legend. Among everyone present, Rollin understands Morovogen's thoughts the most.

He raised his hand to stop everyone's words and said, "Where is the battlefield?"

If it was in Bishui City a month ago, he would not agree, because it was equivalent to seeking death, but now, he has been promoted to a legend, and his surging power flows in his body, like this Black Water River, unfathomable.

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

In the game of the previous life, his legendary realm was just a quasi-saint's power, and in this life, he was the real martial saint!

Now the third true martial saint on the continent is not a quasi-saint who forcibly enters the legendary realm by using alchemy means or potions.

Seeing that Luo Lin actually agreed, the people behind him had to persuade him again, but Luo Lin raised his hand to stop him: "No need to say more. 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 Saint and erase the greatest shame of this human race!"

"Is it shame?" A self-deprecating smile appeared on Morovogen's face. He slowly pulled out his sword and pointed to the endless Black Water River on the side of the bridge: "The battlefield is on the Black Water River, do you dare?"

"I agree." Rollin nodded.

Using the water surface as the duel arena, the exam is the subtle control of power. Nowadays, warriors on the mainland can stand on the water without borrowing magic, and there are only three people, and Luo Lin is the third one.

Morovogen laughed loudly, suddenly jumped up, flew into the river, and then stepped on the river continuously. With each step, no splashes of water were found on the water surface under his feet, only a circle of circular ripples slowly spread, and a clear "gum" sound came out.

From the appearance, it seems that he is not stepping on water, but something like a sticky jelly. There is no magical breath leaking in between, and it is only based on the subtle control of the body's strength.

This kind of superb skill, even though everyone on the bridge was a rival to Morovogen, was so shocked that his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't speak.

Morovogen ran to the middle of the river and stood firmly on the water, which had just flooded his feet.

The soldiers on the bridge and the refugees passing by all discovered him. Everyone was shocked by Morovogen's hand. They forgot their responsibilities and situations for a moment, and turned their attention to the river.

"It's a bloody maniac!"

"The Marshal is going to duel with him!"

"How to fight on the water?"

The news quickly spread throughout the bridge, on the bridge and on the river bank, and nearly 100,000 people paid attention to the duel.

"I am the peak of the sword!" Morovogen roared, and the sword in his hand sounded, making a very penetrating sword sound.

Although his body was small, the surging magic of death spread like an abyss and a sea.

Every soldier present had a burst of palpitations in his heart, including the frost dragon Aiona.
Chapter completed!