Chapple felt that he had met a master, and that must be right. The person standing in front of him was indeed a master—Gusha, the iron nail hill governor, a dark spirit warrior whose professional level had reached level 12.
Commanding two armies, they confronted each other face to face all afternoon. The two people who fought like glue did not know each other, and had never met each other. Especially Chapple, he knew nothing about Gusha except that he was the confidant of Governor Conley and the general of Iron Spike Hill.
As for Gusha, he was not much better. He had only heard of Chapple's name in some information, and knew that he was an important figure in Dayne's army.
However, although they are not familiar with each other, it does not prevent the two of them from recognizing that the other party must be the most important figure in the army - because of strength.
"Gusha?" Chapple said with half doubt and half certainty.
"Huh... Chapple?"
Gusha could laugh, but Chapple couldn't. He cautiously raised the saber in his hand, and the warg seemed to sense the strength of the enemy in front of him, and was restlessly restless.
A shadowy flame enveloped Gusha's arm and rapier, and he began to walk slowly towards the wolf knight.
How can a knight let the enemy seize the opportunity
Clamping his legs, the Warg got the signal to charge and swooped out!
The two crossed each other, the saber and the flaming rapier clashed for the first time in mid-air, and then they struck each other several times during the confrontation.
It seems to be a draw.
"I underestimated you..." Gu Sha said softly, the dark golden chain mail on his chest was cut open with a mark.
Chapple on the other side was unscathed, his spirits lifted a little, his legs tightened again, and he was about to turn his head and charge again—the enemy seemed less terrifying than imagined.
He was full of fighting spirit, and the warg quickly turned his head according to his instructions, grinning and running on the ground quickly. However, this time, just two steps away, a ball of flame suddenly ignited from the body of the strong white wolf, burning through the strong white wolf in an instant!
Feeling something was wrong, Chapple rolled on the spot in the direction where the white wolf fell, and escaped the damage of the burning flames in a very embarrassing situation.
"When?" He was quite confused, not knowing how his warg would behave like this all of a sudden.
He couldn't think of an answer to the question, he only felt a strong throbbing in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw Gusha was close at hand!
He hasn't forgotten how Quincy died before!
Quickly concentrating, he stared at Gusha's figure and the rapier, and made great defense preparations. He only felt that the figure in front of him was shaking, and his mind was also disturbed.
But in any case, he was stronger than Quincy. The phantom that would make Quincy unable to react was just a little blurred for Chapple.
Concentrating on it, the white wolf warrior swung his saber forward, and the bright white light of the saber shone brighter than the bright moon in an instant!
With a sound of 'clang', swords clashed, and he blocked Gusha's sword!
But before he felt a sense of happiness in his heart, he saw a vigorous dark flame bloom violently in front of him! Indeed, his timely reaction prevented him from being cut by Gusha's sword, but when he missed the opportunity, the fierce flames made him embarrassed, and the flames of the shadow hit his face!
"Ah!—" Chapple, whose face was severely burned, forced back the half-scream that followed. Although the pain of his face being hurt by the flames was intense, he still hadn't forgotten that the bigger threat was the person in front of him!
The White Wolf Saber Technique was deployed again. He endured the pain, and even though he couldn't see the figure in front of him clearly, he continued to attack forward.
However, even though his movements were very swift, his heart was already icy cold—he knew that his situation was not much better than that of a cornered beast, the severe pain even greatly affected his vision, and he was almost gone now. Lost vision.
In this case, maybe, Gusha only needs to find the right opportunity to send out a sword, and he can kill himself, right
Such a sad thought arose in Chapple's mind.
This sword never came.
Chapple was a little puzzled, but he didn't dare to stop his actions.
But this will always be tiring, and it didn't take long for Chapple to continue to maintain this level of concentration.
He stopped his movements resignedly, half kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. But he never felt the existence of Gusha.
Chapple's spirit calmed down a little, and then he heard the sound of horns coming from far and near; after a while, he heard the sound of the earth trembling.
And not far away from him, Gusha was staring dumbfounded at the white wolf cavalry who were already charging not far away with torches!
During the confrontation, the flame hidden in the wolf's body made Chapple lose the wind; then the shadow flame burst out with a sword close to the face, burning the opponent's face and eyes. When he was hacking like crazy, he took a few steps back, ready to appreciate the enemy's last and weakest struggle, and then go up to kill the opponent.
As a result, before Chapple's 'performance' was over, he waited for the wolf rider who was not far away.
Gusha wanted to slap himself—what are you playing? It's a big deal!
He hurried to catch up, trying to get rid of Chapple before the wolf riders in front arrived, but he had no chance.
His steps were just moving, a sharp arrow roared towards the storm in the night!
But just heard the sound, the arrow is already in sight!
The storm arrow cannot be dodged. Gusha mustered his magic power, slashed down with a sword, and had a head-to-head confrontation with the arrow.
After the bang, his figure remained motionless, but his whole body was already in a state of embarrassment as if a forest had been swept by a typhoon. The chain mail that had been cut by Chapple before was completely broken at this moment. His long hair, which was tied up with a drawstring, was also as messy as a chicken coop.
Want to move forward? Patience would never give such a chance!
For elves with dim vision, their home field is under the moonlight!
Arrows came one after another, forcing Gu Sha to retreat step by step. He had a feeling that as long as he dared to take a step forward, an arrow would surely shoot through his throat!
He was forced into the camp of the dark spirit warriors, but before he had a chance to breathe, it was just a white wolf cavalry who came holding a torch and lined up as a "fire dragon". rushed forward! (To be continued.)