Part Four Chaos Chapter Forty-Five We Can Have a Good Talk
Wells looked at the man who intercepted his arrow with mixed surprise and anger. He used an arrow to intercept another arrow, which even he could not do. And the speed and destructive power of this arrow were different from his.
It's not bad at all in comparison.
The height of the female patrol, which was already outstanding among the elves, now seems to be outstanding. Her body is almost half as big as when she first saw her, and she is already almost as tall as Silika. The clothes that were tightened flowed down her body.
Her body formed a perfect outline of curves. The black war bow was opened in her hand again, and the green fighting spirit light loomed on her body.
Pulling this bow does not require brute force. Before, the female patrol tried all her fighting spirit and strength but could only pull it open once, but now she can at least pull it open and shoot continuously.
The mutation of her body brings more than just a simple increase in height and strength.
The elf girl next to her had just moved the green leaves away from the female patrol. It was obvious that the alienation of this body was the effect of the spell she used.
"Everyone, stop. If anyone strikes first again, our arrows will not be polite." With the thousands of bows and arrows around him, Elder Lloyd's voice became more majestic.
Cedros used all the recovered mana at the right time to throw an ice wall spell, blocking the oncoming templars. Although this thin ice wall was difficult for the templars,
The paper was not much different, but no one dared to move it. In this case, breaking this barrier might be a signal to the surrounding elves to take action. The Templars all looked at Bishop Adela.
"Elder Lloyd, what do you mean?" Adela looked at the elf elder calmly.
Elder Lloyd replied slowly: "I just hope everyone will stop. Both sides are our friends, and we will not allow the blood of our friends to stain the land of Tulari Forest red."
Adela snorted coldly: "These two are the leaders of the evil orcs, and there is a criminal who is wanted by the entire continent. Do you want to stand with them? You are with us.
Be an enemy."
"How is this possible?" Elder Lloyd had an unbelievable look on his face and explained to the Red Lord anxiously. "If I really stood with Cedros, would I still be here to break up the fight? There are tens of thousands of elves here.
Aren’t our arrows still of sufficient use?”
Adela was stunned for a moment, then she frowned slightly and her face changed slightly. This explanation easily reminded people of the possibility of things getting out of hand.
Lloyd sighed. He waved his hands and said with a sincere tone and expression: "I said, I hope everyone will stop. You are all our friends. Even if you do have something to say, we don't want you to argue here.
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"Everyone, step back for a moment." Adela's face was slightly green and she waved to signal the Templars to come back.
Hilton next to Asa breathed a huge sigh of relief and almost sat down. He never thought in his life that he would be brave enough to face so many Templars one day. The hand holding the fist and sword was already exhausted
Tense and unable to let go.
He was the only person here who breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone else did not relax because of this unexpected stop, but seemed nervous. Their eyes were fixed on the increasingly louder and more intense scene in the center of the field.
The storm of fighting spirit.
Gru and Lancelot probably didn't hear what the elf elders said, and even if they heard it, they wouldn't stop, couldn't stop. And Elder Lloyd didn't let the elves take action to stop the fight between the two, or rather
He also knew that the elves could never be stopped.
The flying dust was like a cloud that was pulled to the ground and lingered in the field. Two blurry figures in the cloud and mist moved in the enclave. They rotated, then collided, and flashed like a lightning-like collision of fighting spirit.
Then there was a deafening thunderous noise.
All the people and elves stopped what they were doing and looked at the rolling mist in the center. But almost all of them could no longer distinguish the fighting situation inside. The uncaptured figure leaked out the body-cutting wind from time to time.
There are also sounds and lights that have long been beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding. These seem to be two gods who should have been above the nine heavens, because the power and majesty revealed by fighting with each other are shocking and awe-inspiring.
The sounds inside are getting denser and louder, the air is vibrating, and the airflow leaking out cuts the face and hurts. It seems that the whole forest is trembling in the sound of fighting. The cloud is mixed with dust and fighting spirit.
The rolling ground became more and more intense, but it was always pulled by the scattered power of the two fighting people and did not spill out everywhere. It only whirled and impacted within a distance of more than ten meters in radius, and then continued to strengthen. It only occasionally leaked out.
The strength of the fighting spirit can be seen in the airflow. The vortex of fighting spirit is enough to crush any object that enters without permission. It is already a separate world for the two fighters.
The expressions of Cedros and Adela were unusually solemn. Although they had blessed themselves with spells such as eagle eyes, they still could not see clearly and understand the battle. But because they could not
You see, they are nervous. The two people fighting are both strong. As long as one party loses, the balance of strength will be broken immediately. Even with the interference of the elves, they cannot fight to the death immediately, but the future of the two sides will
The situation is bound to undergo earth-shaking changes as a result.
The expressions of the Templars were similar to those of cardinals, or something. What was fighting in the field was the symbol of justice in their minds, their idol. It had already exceeded the attributes that a person should have. It was impossible to lose, it was impossible.
They will die. But this battle has already surpassed their understanding, and their minds have been fully devoted to the battle. Only Warrior Javi did not appear nervous at all, but stared blankly, with a pair of blue eyes as blue as the sea.
But his eyes were as still as a lake that had been silent for a thousand years, reflecting the battle in front of him without even blinking, as if every bit of it was reflected in it and engraved into his mind.
Although the expressions of the four temple knights are still a little nervous, they are not intense. They are more of a kind of selflessness. Wilsky Talis, as well as Edric and Edric who are now fine after Adela's treatment.
Christine, they looked at the battle with the same expression as a painter observing the handwriting of the God of Art. The singer was listening to the singing of the Melody Elf.
Asa is similar to them, maybe even more so. Although he is by no means the strongest among the spectators, he may be the only one who can see the battle clearly.
The meditation technique has been used to its extreme, and he can clearly see the battle between Lancelot and Gru in the field. The movements of the two people, the flow of fighting spirit, everything is reflected in his mind in an orderly manner.
Although meditation makes his mind very calm and clear, Asa can still feel his blood boiling. Every movement, every shot, and every blow of Gru and Lancelot can make him feel his soul.
Something is burning deep down.
He really couldn't find any profound words to describe the battle between these two people. If he had to say it, there were only two words that were suitable, and that would be: beautiful and strong.
The explosive power contained in Gru's every move and every attack had already exceeded the limit of human beings. The power bursting out of his body, which seemed not much different from that of ordinary people, surprised him countless times.
, I admire the momentum exuded by the important Gru. He does not make any unnecessary moves, and does not even bother to defend. He always attacks. Even in the most dangerous and urgent situations, he uses all means to use his fists.
and kicks towards the opponent's body. This method is combined with his huge destructive power, which is so simple and so simple. Asa even believes that even if he faces a huge Behemoth Grudu head-on,
Can be dealt with easily.
This superhuman strength made his blood boil because he clearly remembered that he had faced off against such an opponent, fought against such a strong body.
But watching Lancelot fight made this feeling of excitement go further and deeper.
Lancelot does not have the power of Gru that can destroy any opponent, nor does he have the invincible momentum, but he is able to show no signs of defeat under such power and momentum, which is shocking.
His movements are still as smooth as silk, and every small detail and movement is perfectly coordinated and complements each other seamlessly.
He is not as simple as Gru. His sword skills are of course perfect, and his fighting spirit and magic are also used in battle wonderfully. Not only are they integrated with his sword skills, but they are also integrated with him.
In one body. Every sword, every magic, every fighting spirit was not used by him, but was released from his body as naturally as blood and breath. It seemed simpler than all others, because it was a combination of what was originally complicated.
When something is condensed to the extreme, it can produce simplicity. It is as clever as it is clumsy.
Looking at this perfect fighting method, and recalling the restraints that combined fighting spirit and magic power that had just been left in his body, Asa felt as if he had touched something. Although he didn't quite know what these were yet,
Just the hazy feeling was enough to excite him. He clearly felt that he was taking a step up a high mountain.
A figure suddenly rose into the sky from the clouds of dust and fighting spirit. It was Lancelot wearing a glorious battle armor. His whole body was wrapped in the brilliance of white magic, and there were many cracks and dents on the glorious battle armor.
In mid-air, he shouted loudly, and the milky white light spread out from his body and expanded instantly, solidifying into a huge cross sword of holy light. This time, the cross sword was bigger and brighter than before.
The bright, white sword light shrouded in holy light is more than ten meters long..
If God really has a weapon, it must be such a weapon. Everyone who sees this sword feels this way.
The miraculous white giant sword appeared and slashed at the cloud of dust below. There was no sound. Maybe the lightsaber was just tangible and insubstantial. But whether the thousands of people standing by looked at it or not,
Regardless of whether they were near or far or in any direction, their hearts twitched. They all had the illusion that this sword would neatly divide themselves and the entire forest into two parts from head to toe.
And suddenly another ball of white light burst out from the dust. This ball of light was not as clear-cut as the Holy Light Cross Sword, but vague but extremely strong, illuminating the entire dust ball. The dust was puffing just now.
A large cloud of dust instantly turned into a dazzling ball of light.
Gru's roar came from the ball of light, and the entire forest and all the people shook together. Then the huge ball of light rose from the ground and slashed into the air like a huge meteor rising up from the sky.
The falling Holy Light Cross Sword crashed into it. As soon as this ball of light left the ground, the sound of wind and momentum it brought filled the entire space.
"Back off." Asa opened his mouth and shouted, but even he couldn't hear his voice clearly. He stretched out his hand and pulled Cedros back quickly. The three Hiltons also saw the opportunity, turned around and ran away.
Adela also retreated backwards under the pull of Welsky, and the Templars also protected the injured Edric and Christian and flew away. Everyone could see that the coming blow was two
The all-out effort of a peerless strong man was earth-shattering.
With one sword and one ball, two huge white lights collided together. It was unclear whether the sword slashed into the ball of light or the ball of light hit the edge of the sword. In an instant, there were only countless shattered white lights and strong winds mixed with fighting spirit.
It swept away crazily with a shattering sound.
Two trees that were so close that three or four people could hug each other were torn to pieces like pieces of paper by the light and strong wind, and then a dozen large trees were also toppled. The closer ones were,
The three Hiltons, who were less powerful, flew out directly. Cedros waved three or four ice walls and atmospheric shields in a row, and he and Asa could barely stand. Adela also followed the same pattern, and continued with the Templars.
Several protective magics stabilized the position.
The two figures in mid-air fell. Lancelot barely managed to stand still. The glorious armor on his body had been shattered, and his exposed bronze skin was covered with horrific wounds. He staggered back to Adela's
Next to him, just as he opened his mouth to speak, a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Gru's condition seemed to be a little better than him, at least he was still standing upright. There was just a long wound from his left side to his right waist. Judging from the fact that it was only a little better than Quanyong's, this wound
The wound was definitely not shallow. The key was that his originally bottomless black eyes no longer had the slightest brilliance and momentum, and actually had a thin layer of gray.
The elves all stood far away, but even so, they were still staggering. Elder Lloyd was smiling, as if he was very satisfied with the current situation. Ganglua created a barrier of thorns in time, blocking the way.
The impact.
"Now we can finally have a good talk." The elf elder coughed, waved his hand, and led the female elf patrol and Luya over. The surrounding elves also narrowed the encirclement.