Facing Lei's sudden burst of bravery, not only the soldiers of the Hai Clan were so frightened that they did not dare to speak, but even the commanders of the Hai Clan were dumbfounded and could not even believe their own eyes.
Those who dare to challenge one on one are not famous masters in the nearby seas! Who is not a powerful person who stomps his feet! Which one doesn't have a lot of strong men's lives under its hands!
No one expected that these masters who were supposed to shine in this attack would all die at the hands of that human before they could show off their power, even with one move.
Some commanders with excellent eyesight were even more surprised - this guy didn't seem so powerful just now! Why have I been fighting for so long? Not only am I not tired, but I am getting stronger!
Seeing him maneuvering around in his own battle formation, as if he were in a no-man's land, the dragon-man high priest who was in charge of leading the battle felt as if he had drank ice water in the middle of winter, and his heart was chilled.
At this moment, thunder roared in the sky, and his heart moved slightly, and he suddenly felt inspired.
"Throw the gun! Throw the gun! Shoot him to death!"
His people immediately carried out the order, and hundreds of strong dragonmen gathered, each holding several throwing spears. The Sea Clan has never had the concept of "accidentally injuring a comrade". They didn't even notify the front line, they waved their arms vigorously and threw their spears towards the place where the fierce battle was taking place.
Whisking, whizzing, the sound of spears being thrown into the air was heard in succession.
Lei was awakened by the strange sound of the wind and the warning signs in his heart. He turned around and saw that the gloomy sky was filled with a forest of spears, and the sky was covered with darkness.
He didn't have time to think about it, and rushed out. He sheathed his long sword and grabbed a sea race in each hand. He didn't even have time to carefully observe what race it was, and threw it straight into the sky, blocking it in front of him.
The next moment, guns fell like rain.
Lei's vision suddenly went dark, and then two heavy objects fell on him one after another. Even though he had been prepared, he was so crushed that his legs went weak and he sat on the ground.
After a while, the battlefield that had been filled with loud killings just now became completely quiet. All the sea warriors who rushed forward, regardless of age, race and identity, were all shot into pieces.
"Hey! Why did you throw away your spear all of a sudden!" A high-ranking fishman commander yelled angrily, "My son is still in front!"
"You have more than four hundred sons, what does it matter if one or two die!" the dragon-man high priest said nonchalantly.
"Then why don't you let your son die!"
"All my sons have died long ago." The Dragonman High Priest said lightly, "Even my grandchildren have all died long ago."
Looking at its face that was so old that even its scales had rotted away, the high-ranking fishman commander was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wished he could eat this old immortal thing alive with his proud teeth.
A Medusa commander next to him came out to smooth things over and advised: "Don't argue, everyone, just kill that monster. In order to show His Majesty's glory, sacrifice is inevitable."
However, another commander with good eyesight immediately shouted: "Oh my God! That monster is still alive!"
Several commanders turned their heads to look together, only to see Lei push away the two sea corpses that were pressing on him and stand up.
He was unhurt!
"Oh my god..."
"This guy... is a real monster!"
"What should we do?" The fishman commander grabbed the dragonman high priest, "Hurry up and think of something!"
The Dragonman High Priest was at a loss for a moment, then made up his mind amidst the thunder, and waved his hand again: "Throw the spear! Keep shooting! I don't believe I can't shoot him!"
The Dragon Man Spear Throwing Team quickly executed the order, and threw an overwhelming barrage of spears towards Lei Cover.
This time Lei dealt with it even more easily than before. He directly piled up several strong sea corpses nearby and got in himself.
The densely packed spears landed near him, pricking the sea corpses covering him like hedgehogs, and a large area around him completely turned into a dense forest.
"Now... you have to die, right?" the fishman commander murmured.
"No." The Sea Elemental Commander, who observed using his senses rather than his eyesight, whispered, "He's still alive."
"damn it!"
"How can I do?"
Several pairs of eyes looked at the dragon-man high priest.
Thousands of troops can't help but one person. This kind of thing is simply embarrassing to the extreme.
The dragon-man high priest was also a little confused. Faced with a target that could not be killed by melee siege and could not be shot by a long-range gun, he really couldn't think of any way to deal with it.
But amid the rumbling thunder, it finally thought of a way.
"Prepare spells!" it said, "Let the warlocks gather together and blast with spells! Don't they like to smash fireballs to blow up everything? No matter fireballs, ice balls, thunderballs, poison balls... Anyway, just throw them at me! Take that monster with it The surrounding ground was blown to pieces!"
"That's a good idea!"
"That's it!"
Warlocks of all races were gathered together, and protected by elite troops holding spears, they formed a chaotic formation and moved forward. When they got close enough, these strange-looking guys with strange bloodlines each waved their short staffs and cast their own destructive spells.
One after another, the light balls flew towards the direction of thunder. The red ones were scorching fireballs, the pale ones were ice explosions, the dark green ones were poison corrosion techniques, the light cyan ones were sonic explosions, and the blue ones were thunder bombs. ... For a moment, it was like holding an energy spell display conference, which was dazzling.
But this is still in vain!
Although Lei was hiding in the pile of corpses, he had been paying careful attention to the surrounding situation. When he saw the movements of the sea warlocks, he rushed out of the pile of corpses and rushed into the warlocks at an astonishing speed.
What followed was a one-sided massacre.
Although these warlocks have great destructive power, their melee combat capabilities are average. Lei can kill a group of sea warriors in all directions, and it is certainly not a problem to face them.
When the warriors of the sea clan reacted and rushed to rescue from all directions, this group of warlocks, who had gathered most of the high-level bloodlines in the nearby sea area, were already dead. Only a few were able to be successfully rescued in the end. Nod.
"So happy! So happy!" Lei laughed heartily.
He had already put down all the burdens, and now it was just a happy final battle. After fighting so far, he has achieved extremely fruitful results. If it is said that "if you kill one, you will not lose, but if you kill two, you will gain", then he has made a lot of money, and the profit is so huge that it can blind people's eyes.
But he was not satisfied.
You only have one life, and if you use this only precious wealth as your capital, you won't be satisfied no matter how much you earn!
So there is only one thing he has to do, which is to continue killing! Kill until you can't kill anymore!
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the light of the sword and the shadow of blood.
The battle seemed to have returned to its previous appearance. Lei, with one man and one sword, faced the sea tribe's thousands of troops, killing them until rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the fields. It was obvious that he was only one person, but the opponent had a large number of people; it was obvious that he was holding a long sword, but the opponent was holding a spear. In the end, he had an absolute advantage and killed the warriors of the Sea Tribe in fear.
But the commanders of the Sea Tribe were not willing to let this demoralizing situation continue. After some discussion, they finally came up with another solution.
This time, the ones taking part in the battle were mages who were very rare among the sea tribe.
Each of them held a staff and did not dare to get closer. They only came slightly closer and aimed at Lei, who was fighting among the large group of sea warriors, and cast a spell.
A very simple spell, magic missile.
As the most classic spell, although it is not very powerful, it is very reliable. The biggest advantage is that as long as you lock the target with your mind, you will keep tracking it until you hit it.
Lei, who was trapped in a tight siege, had already tried his best to dodge various weapons. How could he still have the energy to evade the mental lock of the sea masters? I saw lavender light balls flying out one by one, flying into the fighting crowd from all directions, and like agile fish, they used every opportunity to bypass the creatures outside the target and hit Lei's body solidly.
In the midst of a fierce battle, Lei was suddenly attacked by dozens of magic missiles, and his body was suddenly shaken. Before he could catch his breath, the surrounding Sea Tribe warriors had already seized the opportunity and swarmed forward. At least four or five spears pierced his body one after another, almost stabbing him up.
Lei subconsciously swung his sword and killed all the approaching enemies. But many magic missiles came at him again, making him stagger and his body was crumbling.
Blood poured out from the punctured wound, and the originally vigorous steps became heavy and slow. Seeing victory in sight, the warriors of the Sea Tribe rushed over with cheers, wanting to share the glory of killing the powerful enemy.
Waiting for them are still sharp sword blades.
Lei endured the severe pain that seemed to shatter his internal organs and forced a smile. But in the eyes of the sea tribesmen around him, he was simply more terrifying than the evil ghost.
This human being was so seriously injured that he should be dead. How could he still fight
They were afraid and just surrounded him from a distance, not daring to come near.
Another wave of magic missiles came. They passed through the gaps in the crowd, drew arcs, and hit Lei's body without missing a single one.
Unable to stand any longer, Lei fell down in a pool of his own blood.
His vision gradually blurred, the light and shadow in front of him flickered, and scenes flashed like a revolving lantern.
A child of five or six years old ran happily in the palace with short legs and feet. He accidentally saw a group of knights who had returned from victory and were reviewed by his grandfather. The king with white beard and hair was as majestic as before, with silver armor and bright long hair. The swords reflected each other in the sunlight, and even the mane of the war horse was neatly combed, looking majestic and majestic.
"...It turns out that from that time on, I have been dreaming of becoming a knight."
The child has grown up a bit and already looks seven or eight years old. He wielded a wooden sword, slashed and stabbed hard at the target, and practiced swordsmanship seriously according to the instructions of his grandfather who had abdicated next to him. The old king could no longer stand for as long as he had in previous years. He sat on a soft chair, smiling and watching his youngest grandson practice his sword, giving guidance from time to time.
"...Has it been since that time that there were rumors about me being the true successor of the Eagle Wing Sword?"
The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was wearing armor, riding a horse, wielding a spear, and stabbed the ferocious orcs through each other. He roared and charged together with many brave knights, tearing the orc array to pieces and killing the orcs until they were defeated.
"... This is my first time in actual combat. It's my first time for a twelve-year-old child to fight against orcs. It's a shame that my father can rest assured!"
The knights in full armor held high their spears decorated with banners, and rode their fine horses all white without a trace of hair. They walked proudly through the arena and received cheers. Under the helmet visor, the boy's smile was as bright as the sun.
"... The prince dressed up in disguise and went to the knight's tournament. I was really shameless at that time!"
Fire, blood, and fighting, familiar faces in the past have become so unfamiliar, sweet drinks are mixed with terrible poison, sharp arrows are shot from behind, relatives and friends fall one by one, only the ferocious laughter is so clear.
"...The throne of the king is always located in a pool of blood. I didn't really understand what the teacher said back then!"
The most noble people in the kingdom were thrown into the pit in a mess. The poison was so poisonous that flies didn't dare to get close, and even insects couldn't breed. The young man panted slowly, gradually recovering among the familiar faces that were slowly decaying.
"...I have been through the most horrific hell, and from then on, I stopped crying."
The staggering figure waved branches in the valley, completely ignoring the body's injuries that had not yet recovered. As the days passed, he became stronger and more determined day by day, but his face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes were full of murderous intent like a will-o'-the-wisp.
"... At that time, I vowed to take revenge, but in the end I still couldn't do it."
An unsociable and lonely young man was dragged to drink by the familiar adventurers. Among the cheerful laughter, he was the only one with a straight face. But his eyes were no longer so cold, and had a hint of warmth.
"...Those messy guys can fool around with anyone!"
Heavy chains locked the door of the Chamber of Commerce. Killers dressed in black and holding crossbows surrounded the entire building. A young man in black armor had a gloomy face and walked through the rooms with his feet in a pool of blood, killing all the people who could move. He killed all the things he had in his possession, showing no mercy even to the faces he once drank and laughed with.
"... From that day on, my nickname changed from 'Lengmian' to 'Miemen'."
The lone black-armored knight rode a ferocious velociraptor, roaring and chasing the crowd, cutting down the ruthless people one by one who made ordinary people tremble with fear, and dug out the blood-soaked property from the pile of corpses, with a cold smile on his lips.
"... It seems that people will beautify themselves before they die. It's not just the robbers who were killed by me!"
Just as he was about to get the power crystal, a big green jellyfish fell from the sky and landed on the head of the black-armored knight. It put its tentacles against his head, threatened him with a sinister smile, and took away his loot.
"... This is the first time that His Majesty and I have met, haha. I always feel that there seems to be a subtle difference."
The green jellyfish that rested on the black-armored knight's head like a hat seemed to want to change his profession and become a priest. It stubbornly told him all kinds of beautiful, kind and righteous things, and it was so verbose that he would draw his sword and cut it, but there was always nothing he could do. No.
"... Thinking about it carefully, those days were really unbearable to look back on!"
Under the coercion of the abominable jellyfish god, the black-armored knight had to start doing good deeds. He was constantly thanked and cheered. Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth often turned up, and his face often showed a soft expression.
"...Probably, that's when I started to change, right?"
There was a hopeless womanizer in the team. This bastard often targeted him, making him furious time and again, and the drama of chasing him with a sword was staged countless times. In the midst of all the excitement, he gradually began to laugh.
"...that guy Steele...the clown is also useful...maybe..."
The knight knelt in front of the big green jellyfish, with a solemn expression, and said his oath. His eyes were very firm and clear, without any haze.
"...Thank you for giving me a new life! It's a pity that I can't repay you properly!"
The slightly immature boy was practicing hard under the guidance of a knight in white armor, completely unaware of the look of relief and nostalgia in the eyes of the teacher next to him.
"... I also have the day to be a teacher, and I always feel like I have suddenly become older. Haha, I must have grown up."
The young man lay pale in a pool of blood, smiling weakly, and his smile gradually became cold.
"...Rank, my student, you are still a child! Why do you, such a naive and good boy, have to die in front of me, an old man who has made countless mistakes!"
Countless lights and shadows flickered, and all the scenes gradually dimmed. He took a deep breath and exhaled his last breath.
As if it was a hallucination, he saw a large group of refugees fleeing. Liv rode a war horse she got from nowhere, running around beside the team, shouting and waving her sword, like a skilled shepherd, maintaining the discipline of the entire team so that the refugees would not be scattered around. He ran away and avoided the most terrifying stampede scene.
Steele flapped her wings and flew around beside her, helping her maintain order. Occasionally cast spells to heal the injured.
Suddenly, she stopped, turned back doubtfully, and looked in the direction of the port of Gars City.
"What's wrong?" Liv asked curiously.
Steele didn't answer and looked over there in silence.
"Hey, satyr, goodbye."
"See you."
The light and shadow continued to flicker, and he vaguely saw the turbid undercurrent, the roaring sea, and four huge figures fighting with all their strength.
One of them was slightly different from what he remembered, but the style was still the same.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I failed to fulfill your request." The knight with only a transparent figure could not get close to the battlefield, and slowly knelt down on one knee, "Please forgive my incompetence."
Sui Xiong, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly turned his head and saw the transparent figure slowly dissipating.
From the last corner of his vision, he understood all the causes and consequences in an instant, and let out a crazy roar.
In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the turbid waves were emptied.