The man of the King of Warcraft [book wear]

The elf girl was like an illusory shadow, clinging to the knight's sword and rushing towards the person who drew the sword. Wen Ziming immediately cast one of his strongest spells - Light Shield!A faint halo flashed across, and a shield was formed. The seemingly invisible light spots gathered in one place, covering Wen Ziming in a semicircular cover.

Wen Ziming did not relax just yet, but tried his best to recite the spell repeatedly. At this time, his super talent in the light system finally took effect. Almost instantly, the seemingly transparent light The shield became solidified, and he didn't know how many layers he had laid in total.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a "boom", and the thick light shield couldn't help shaking, which showed how much strength the man had used.Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise, the long green arrow would not only smash his two layers of protective shields, but might even penetrate his whole body.

Seeing that arrow, Wen Ziming's eyes instantly turned red: "Qiao Qian!" She is definitely the only archer here.

The beautiful but ruthless archer didn't intend to show her face. She replied to Wen Ziming with the bow and arrow in her hand. Four arrows in a row all hit the same position. It was half thin, but he didn't seem flustered—this kind of situation had been rehearsed before coming, and he was already mentally prepared.

By the time Qiao Qian and the others realized that the sound of the shield breaking was wrong, it was already too late.The shattered light shield did not turn into light spots and return to the world like the previous one. Instead, it turned into a series of extremely sharp light blades in the same way as when it was broken, and followed the direction of the arrow. rushed over.

With a smile on the corner of Wen Ziming's mouth, he silently added two more protective shields - it's not that he can't release a more solid protective shield, but this setting gives him the power to fight back, and it's not for him to just stand and be beaten style.Qiao Qian didn't know where she was injured, and she was still concerned about the shields around Wen Ziming, so she didn't shoot the second arrow for a long time.For a while, there was a sense of confrontation between them.

At this time, Wen Ziming finally had time to watch the main battlefield. He knew that this method was dangerous. If the elves lost, he might die too, but how would they know the result if they didn't try some things? ?Just like Qiao Qian and the others, wouldn't they guess that there was something wrong with Wen Ziming, but in the end they chose to act like Wen Ziming who seemed to be alone, it was all a gamble.

Whoever is the ultimate victor wins.

There were five opponents around the elf, and the slave leader even sent out all four of his personal guards. These four people—maybe they were human beings, were all wrapped in dark clothes, leaving only With a pair of eyes, no matter where the elves poke them, they never cry out for pain, and they never pay attention to the wounds on their bodies. Coupled with their occasional slow and stiff reactions, Wen Ziming always feels that it is against harmony.

And their leader, the slave leader who looked strange no matter how he looked, was standing far away on the other side, shivering as if trembling with fear.It's a bit similar to his usual behavior. If he wasn't too cowardly, how could he abandon other subordinates and hide here with Qiao Qian and the others.

But...Wen Ziming took a deep breath, the elves shouldn't have a problem dealing with them.As for him, with his opponent...

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a black dagger was almost poking at Wen Ziming's face, but instead of panicking as the attacker thought, he smiled slightly, as if relieved, as if The dagger that split Wen Ziming's protective shields like cutting tofu finally met a solid opponent and made a heavy muffled sound.

Before the attacker recovered his senses, Wen Ziming had already retreated quickly. He also realized that something was wrong with the attacker. He wanted to pull back, but found that his dagger—even the right hand holding the dagger had been crushed by some kind of The invisible colloid is tightly bound, and normally, with a little time, he will definitely be able to break free, but this time...

The attacker swung the sword with his left hand without blinking, completely cut off his entangled right hand, and immediately pulled back.

But this time is enough for Wen Ziming's settings to take effect. The light shield flickered like breathing, and then erupted silently, as if a small sun that had shrunk countless times exploded here. , radiating heat to the surroundings that almost burns people, and light that almost blinds people's eyes. Large pieces of light shield fragments, by virtue of the huge impact of the explosion, exploded in all directions regardless of enemy or friend, causing A second kill.

I don't know if it was Wen Ziming's intention, a light blade passed by the panicking slave trader not far away, the dark green figure shook, and then disappeared completely with a "pop".

When the movement of this magic was almost over, the result on the field was already very obvious.I don't know when the slave trader left a substitute standing in the distance, covered in black clothes that are almost exactly the same as his bodyguards - now they are all cut into pieces by the fine light blades, holding the empty right wrist with his left hand, Looking at the right hand that was completely scorched on the ground so that the prototype could not be seen, he just had a sullen face and his eyes flickered.But the strange thing is that there are so many small wounds on his body, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.

And the elf girl who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, in the chaos just now, solved the two enemies in one go. They were both the slave trader's personal guards-they were not as good as the experienced mercenaries in responding to the accident. head.

Qiao Qian, who had been hiding in the distance, had no choice but to come out. Half of her fair face was covered with blood, and Wen Ziming's light blade cut a palm-length scar on her cheek. Even with the help of potions, it is impossible for her wound to completely return to normal. In other words, she was disfigured.

At this time, the one with the most hatred and resentment in her eyes was Qiao Qian who had been staying away from the center of the battlefield.

Then, as Qiao Qian shot an arrow at Wen Ziming, several people fought together again.

Without the settings that had been prepared long ago, at the last moment, Wen Ziming forgot everything around him, forgot everything he had learned in the previous twenty years, only his opponent was in front of him, and his life was hanging by a thread tension.

Neither he nor the elves, who were blinded by hatred, knew that there were two monsters watching them above the mountain where they fought.Silently gnawing off a fruit, and throwing the core out with his claws, Teddy pouted and said vaguely: "Your collection is desperately down there, won't you go down and help?"

Angus, who has obviously grown up a lot, can already see a little of the demeanor of the Tiger King at this time. The hair on his body is blowing away in the icy mountain wind, but his deeper eyes are unshakable. Firm: "I shouldn't intervene. He can handle such a simple opponent by himself. If he has been under my wing, he will never grow up."

Fortunately, there is no one else here, otherwise I am afraid that I will be frightened by the performance of these two monsters, talking monsters!Demonic beasts that exhibit intelligence similar to that of humans!What level does this have to be?Why don't they stay in the middle of the Warcraft Forest and come to the mainland to walk casually?

But obviously, neither of the two monsters here expressed surprise at each other's performance. Teddy grunted twice: "If you're not worried, don't drag me here just after waking up." Ange Stein shook his ears. He would not take a small offense from his subordinates to heart—but he would write it down in a booklet, waiting for the day when his savings were full.

For these high-level magic beasts, the battle of the low-level spellcasters is like two little ants fighting. It seems that they can't even pass the time, but the two still keep their eyes on the bottom and don't relax their vigilance.

Wen Ziming has never felt as weak as he is now.There was a buzzing in his mind, which was an alarm of lack of mental strength. If the consumption exceeded his burden, then he would most likely become a fool.His body was empty, and the magic vortex was so thin that it was close to nothing, and he couldn't even use the simplest light ball technique.

Except for his better physical fitness than ordinary people, Wen Ziming is no different from ordinary people, but it is this strength that allows him to win against Qiao Qian who is also at the end of the road. He pulls out the bone blade at his waist and moves forward. Stabbed, and then the eyes were blood red...

He let go of the hand holding the bone knife, and his bloody fingers twitched feebly. He suddenly felt at a loss, not knowing what to do.Looking at Qiao Qian's eyes full of resentment, and her lips that could no longer utter a word, he finally felt relieved.Just now, he felt a strong sense of crisis for a moment, but now, it was Qiao Qian who fell and him who stood, and that was enough.

However, he suddenly missed Angus very much.

Angus rolled his eyes at Angus who subconsciously kicked a stone just now and blocked the hidden weapon Qiao Qian pulled out at the last moment. Teddy wisely didn't speak. Anyway, the boss will give him a reasonable answer in the end , as long as he complained silently.

At the same time, the elf girl also solved her opponent. Looking at the slave trader who couldn't believe it, but couldn't stop himself from falling, there was a faint mockery on her face: "If you really understand elves, you We will never forget that we are all born magicians." There was a touch of pride on her face, she had just killed the slave trader with the fourth-level fire magic Pyroblast.Her magic level is even higher than her battle qi level, thanks to her being able to hide her hole cards until the end.

It's strange to say that the slave trader who had so many wounds on his body but didn't shed a drop of blood suddenly gushed out a large amount of bright red blood after his body was scorched black. The elf frowned and ignored the struggle and looked at Qiao Qian's former team leader—she wasn't interested in knowing about their entanglement, she turned her head to look at Wen Ziming who was sitting on the ground panting.

"Let's separate here." The elf said very calmly: "Human society is too complicated, I want to go back to the forest of elves." Wen Ziming stared at her blankly—the hero in the novel met this Isn't this the case of adding a partner?Why did the elf take the initiative to part ways with him!

The elf threw two young leaves to him: "My name is Cathy, if you need anything in the future, you can come to the forest of elves to find me." After speaking, her figure flashed and disappeared.

Wen Ziming is still a little confused, Cathy, does this name sound familiar?