Cona let go of Orgas halfway through his dive, and the latter drew out his sword and raised it above his head. The fighting spirit bursting out of his body made him look like a golden meteor. Cona followed the meteor down and cast a dispel magic in his hand. He was the last to strike but was the first to arrive, hitting the shield below. The shield suddenly became much thinner, and then Orgas slashed on the shield, making a dull sound, and the shield shattered.
The five warriors under the shield attacked Orgas together, but he ignored their swords and thrust the long sword forward. A sharp sword energy escaped from the blade, passed through the warriors, and stabbed directly into the throat of a magician behind. The magician was just maintaining the shield, and had no time to react before his neck was broken by the fighting spirit.
He dodged half of the swords that were slashed at him by others, and avoided the rest by avoiding his vital parts, using his body filled with fighting spirit to resist. Although he had a few more bloody wounds on his body, his injuries were not serious. However, because he kept dodging the attacks, he was stopped outside the bridge.
Amigo shouted, "Three of you should stop him. Don't let him get on the bridge. One of you should guard the bridge and don't let the people on it blow up. Hold on for two minutes! Our people are coming. I'll go and interfere with that wizard."
He leaped into the air with his fighting spirit bursting out, crossed his two swords and chopped off a fireball that Master Kona had thrown at the iron bridge, and flew towards him at high speed. Kona didn't want to fight the warrior at close range and test his shield, so he flew sideways and avoided the opponent's attack. After Amigo landed on the ground, he immediately jumped high and chopped at Master Kona again. He didn't want to hurt Master Kona, but just continued to interfere with his spellcasting. Once Kona flew higher, he would take out a throwing knife, infuse it with fighting spirit, and throw it at the opponent.
He was well aware that time was on his side.
At the bridgehead, three other black guards rushed out of the bridge, surrounded Olgas from three directions, and launched a fierce attack on him. Olgas found that these people were actually at the peak of the high level. He had just crossed that threshold not too long ago. His understanding of energy and the quality of his fighting spirit had improved substantially, but he had not yet opened up an overwhelming gap with the peak of the high level warriors.
In addition, these three people had actually practiced some kind of combined attack routine. They could make up for each other's gaps and weaknesses when advancing and retreating, and they actually held Orgas back.
"Kona, don't worry about that flea for now! Help me suppress these three guys around here." Olgas shouted.
Cona saw the moment when Amigo jumped up again and raised his position, then took advantage of the gap when the opponent fell and quickly performed a mental explosion. A white ball of light fell to the ground, and a circle of ripples erupted. Olgas, who was well prepared, gritted his teeth and used his fighting spirit to protect his head, but he was just a little dazed. The three people around him were caught off guard and their consciousness was shocked, and they were dazed for a few seconds.
These few seconds were enough for Orgas to launch a fatal attack. He swung his sword and slashed, seemingly attacking, but after the sword flashed, blood spurted out of the necks and hearts of the three black guards at the same time.
The three men were still standing stiffly in place, but Orgas sped up, bypassed them and rushed to the iron bridge. He swung his sword at the bridge again.
Just as the sword was about to touch the bridge, a light curtain extended from the doorway like mercury, covering the bridge. The long sword wrapped in fighting spirit was like hitting a soft cushion, which buffered a lot of power.
The iron bridge that was supposed to be destroyed by a sword was only poked with a hole!
Olgas realized that there was another mage in the doorway, whose level was only slightly higher than the one he had killed. As expected, when he swung his sword again, ice arrows flew out from the doorway. These ice arrows flew chaotically in the air, making it difficult to see their routes, but their final targets were Olgas' eyes and throat.
Orgas' body was filled with fighting spirit. He protected his head and face with one hand and swung his sword at the ground with the other. Although every sword strike could break through the light curtain on the ground, the speed of destruction was undoubtedly slowed down.
"Be careful! They are coming." At this time, Master Kona had already used his high altitude advantage to knock down Amigo, who was pierced in the head by his spiritual arrow, seriously wounded in the soul, and fell unconscious. But at this time, the black guards who were running in the front had arrived.
There were six Black Guards rushing over together, and the one in the lead was Lennit, whom Orgas was quite afraid of. He had seen the situation clearly before he came over from a distance, and he accelerated suddenly before reaching the bridge head, avoiding the attack of the sky Kona with a zigzag route, and rushed towards Orgas who was destroying the bridge.
Lanitt's weapon was a long sword, as wide as a palm and nearly as long as a person, which made a terrifying sound when he swung it.
Olgas had already turned around and raised his sword to meet Cona's warning, but Lennitt used his charge to attack and directly pushed him back more than ten steps, all the way back into the doorway. The magician in the doorway did not give up this opportunity, and then when Olgas was pushed back, his body could not control the direction, and an exploding fireball hit his back, not only pushing him back, but also almost shaking off the fighting spirit on his back.
Olgas stumbled back to the bridge. Lennitt rushed back and stabbed Olgas in the head again. Olgas barely blocked the blow with his sword, but was pressed to his knees by Lennitt's huge force.
Lennitt said nothing, looking at Olgas with a mocking look, but the knife in his hand rose and fell, ruthlessly slashing at Olgas. His knife speed was so fast that the knife in his hand turned into a fan-shaped phantom, like a machine that never stopped, cutting the parts in front of it. But Olgas also exerted all his strength at this time, even at a disadvantage, he still blocked the opponent's attack.
The battle between the two masters was not fancy at all, and their movements were comparable to those of two rookies who had just learned sword techniques. However, whether it was the power of the attack, the speed, or the actual fighting spirit and magic power on the sword, it was unimaginable for ordinary people. Lennitt chose this method simply because the straight-forward sword strike was the fastest and the most difficult to change his moves to counter.
If a low-level warrior held the long sword in Orgas's hand, Lanit would be cut in half without even having to chop him. Although Orgas was in a difficult situation, he had already exerted all the strength of a new master.
All this happened within a few seconds, and before the others could react, Lennitt had slashed more than thirty times. However, this level of impact made the iron bridge somewhat unable to withstand it, and despite being reinforced by Gandas, it began to sag slowly with a creaking sound. (To be continued)