The endless "ash" is like a fully stored volcano, erupting without mercy!
The dark Morse army appeared like raindrops in all directions, front, rear, left and right, swarming towards the east and west gates of Norwich like a tide!
“That’s a lot!”
Jiang Li frowned, his expression serious.
There are more than a thousand Mors emerging from the sea alone!
The coast is still several kilometers away from the city gate, and it will take at least an hour for the Mors to arrive. It is still relatively safe, but the east and west city gates are already being targeted by hundreds of Mors appearing on the ground!
There were more than 300 Mors in front of him alone!
"This amount is impossible to stop!"
Muramasa killed the scattered Mors nearby with one blow and opened his eyes wide.
"Go back to the city! Use the city wall to resist!"
He looked at the two girls behind him.
"Especially you, Artoria and Gareth!"
With the number of Mors in front of us, even if we kill them for an hour, we may not be able to kill them all, not to mention that the ocean is still breeding Mors, as if it is endless.
No matter how careful you are, you will inevitably encounter it.
But Morse is extremely poisonous to fairies.
Once infected by Morse poison, these two people are hopeless and cannot be touched at all!
"My lord! Let's go back to the city quickly, or we will be closed!"
"I, I'm fine! I'm a fairy who's not afraid of Morse!"
Arturia gritted her trembling teeth and tried to raise her purple lips.
"Look at my explosive magic!"
She lowered her head and muttered silently.
I bit my lip with a sound of "Ouch", and it seemed that the skin was broken.
She gave up singing angrily, took out a solid piece from her bag and threw it away.
"Boom!"
A flash of fire appeared among the Mors.
The smell of gunpowder smoke came from the air.
"...?"
Jiang Li slowly typed a question mark.
"This is your explosion magic?"
"咻咻~"
Arturia looked away guiltily and whistled twice as if she hadn't heard.
"Artoria, it would be better for you to return to the city first."
Cun Fang looked embarrassed and put forward the suggestion tactfully.
"Haha, I know people like me..."
Artoria paused and laughed to herself.
Immediately afterwards, she and Gareth returned to the city.
Soon, the city gate closed.
"I'm sure you will be complained about by her for a long time."
Jiang Li slashed out with his sword.
The sharp sword energy roared out like a sword, cutting the approaching Morse in two.
"What a sharp sword energy!"
Muramasa's eyes narrowed and he smacked his tongue slightly.
Although he already knew that this guy's sword was very scary when he was in Camelot, no matter how many times he saw it, he still felt that the sharpness of the sword was shocking enough!
"No matter how many complaints there are, I will let her complain enough in the future!"
Muramasa untied the haori draped over his shoulders and held a breathtakingly beautiful sword in his hand. His eyes suddenly looked as sharp as a sharp sword.
"The problem is that we can't let the Mors group break down the city gate, so someone must guard the city gate!"
"But I'm not afraid of making fun of you. With so many Morse, I feel a little helpless!"
"Hahaha!"
"You are so ridiculous!"
"Didn't you say you weren't afraid of my jokes?"
Jiang Li looked at Muramasa, who looked unhappy, jokingly.
"However, it's okay for an old man with a weak body to stay here and take care of himself——"
The words just fell.
Muramasa opened his eyes wide.
Jiang Li disappeared silently from under his nose!
"I can chop down all those Mors by myself!"
Like the moonlight shining close to the ground.
His figure was as fast as a ghost, wandering on the plain as if he didn't exert any effort at all.
Silently, he has left his own traces.
Wherever he passed, Morse stopped squirming one by one.
Rays of sword light appeared on their gray bodies like shadows.
Without any warning, just as soon as the wind blows, death approaches like endless locusts, biting their bodies apart bit by bit like smoke and dust, and disappears.
"Although I really want to talk big to him, but from the looks of it, I'm just sitting back and watching the sky."
Muramasa sighed depressedly.
In just ten seconds, more than ten Morses have died in his hands. On average, one Morss can be killed in less than one second!
Except for Tristan, who plays long-range, and Grim, who plays magic, no one can kill as fast as him, right?
"Although I am old, my fighting spirit cannot be underestimated!"
As if he had been provoked to fight, Muramasa's face was filled with impatience.
He returned the knife to his left hand as if it were sheathed, and then his eyes suddenly widened.
"Tsk-!"
At a glance, the sword light swept out like a wave of water.
At this moment, it seemed as if even half of the space was cut off, the connection between the upper and lower parts was cut off, a horizontal smooth mirror surface opened up in the space, and countless Morse were cut into pieces on the spot!
"Ha, I still have a precious sword!"
Muramasa laughed loudly and jumped out like a tiger out of its cage!
"It's amazing!"
"Aren't those two fairies too strong?"
"Can you actually kill Morse like that?"
"Where did this superior elf come from?"
On top of the city wall.
The Earth Clan guards guarding the city were shocked by the scene of the two men killing Mors. When they came back to their senses, they knelt down and prayed with surprise and emotion on their faces.
"Hmph, listen carefully! The two goblins outside the city who helped Norwich resist the great disaster are the companions of the Son of Prophecy! Do you hear me clearly? The Son of Prophecy is here to save you.
!"
Upon seeing this, Gareth, who returned to the city, immediately turned up his nose proudly, pulled Arturia beside him, and shouted at the goblins very loudly.
"Stop it, Gareth!"
Artoria was startled and quickly tried to stop her.
"Sir, Son of Prophecy! Please save our Norwich!"
"I just bought a house, I can't let it be destroyed by a disaster!"
"I also have a job and I have to stay here!"
But before she could say another word, the fairies around her were already kneeling on the ground.
All of them were driven to panic and begged her hard.
"Ahaha..."
Artoria managed a complicated smile.
"I, I will try my best!"
"Oh oh oh!"
"Please, Lord Son of Prophecy!"
"Haha..."
Artoria looked away.
The smile on her face slowly disappeared like ice.
She is scared.
Afraid that if she looks at these goblins again, she can't help but abandon her mission, find a place where no one can find her, and quietly watch everything disappear.
Why?
Why is every goblin like this?
Every goblin will only force its own expectations on others for its own purposes and desires?
Without thinking at all about whether others can do it, why should we help them? We just throw the problem to others and expect others to help them solve their own problems?
"It's not good!"
At this moment, panicked screams suddenly sounded from my ears.