He no longer paid attention to the main battlefield.
The white dragon that cannot take off is doomed to tragedy.
There is a set of very straightforward data that can show how weak the white dragon is. An adult white dragon has an average size of more than 4 meters. The challenge level is only level 36, which is the upper level of bronze. A team of five peak bronze adventurers can
Can easily defeat a flightless white dragon.
The boss of the five-color evil dragons, the red dragon, has a challenge level of at least level 64, which is the beginning of the gold level. There is a gap of two levels between the two.
The higher the level, the more obvious the gap becomes. The highest-level ancient red dragon has entered the holy realm and is comparable to a demigod. The highest-level ancient white dragon... has just entered the legendary level.
On land, the white dragons were definitely no match for the group of paladins with red eyes and shouts of excitement.
'Black Will' Halkon Akmilil is also a legendary figure, regardless of level or his deeds. Strictly speaking, Cyric is already his seventh boss. Every time he changes a boss,
His power and status rose to a higher level.
Of course, his methods were also quite bloody. Every time he betrayed, his boss would die tragically, and even his sixth boss, Bane, the god of tyranny who was at the height of his power at that time, was no exception. But Bane was later resurrected.
Except for Ben, he slaughtered all the relatives and friends of the previous five bosses. He also tortured and humiliated his female relatives before killing them.
Therefore, his other nickname "Halken the Faithless" is also quite famous.
However, no matter how he belittles or discriminates against him, no one can deny his ability, especially his perseverance. The fifty-year-old Halken has experienced a total of seven defeats that can be called the annihilation of the team, and each time he has suffered heavy losses.
He was seriously injured and almost lost his last pair of pants.
Not long after, maybe half a year, maybe a year, he came into people's sight again and again, becoming more powerful each time and making his opponents despair even more.
Halken has therefore become the favorite of evil forces.
On the contrary, among the eight wanted lists of good or neutral forces, the bounty on Halken has never fallen out of the top five.
Massacre, massacre, murder, rape and murder, Halken's name appears in almost half of the horror rumors on the west coast of the entire continent. After joining the command of the murder god, the number of forces issuing wanted orders for him soared from eight to
Twenty-three.
In the minds of many people, Halken, the black will, is a mixture of devil and devil, synonymous with it.
Everyone who knew about Raven's ambush of Halken was skeptical. Halken was too cunning. In fact, from the moment the White Dragon Legion entered the scene, no one noticed Halken's disappearance.
But Raven took his time and took Sainz and Randall to ambush them now.
Randall was filled with anger, and Raven's contemptuous attitude almost drove him crazy. He didn't know whether Randall was a hybrid of elf and dwarf. Not only was he strong, but he also had a very hot temper.
"Are you going to ambush Halken now? Are you sure you mean an ambush and not a pursuit? After so long, he has already run away, and we can't even look at the dust kicked up by his horse's butt." Randall.
He made no secret of his distrust of Raven.
"I will at least let you see with your own eyes that Halken's monster army was severely damaged." Raven said unhurriedly.
Recalling the promise that the red knight asked the city lord to convey, it was nothing more than a promise that Halken's monster army would be severely damaged as long as the Storm Demonic Arrow Group attacked. Raven's words made sense, and Randall was speechless for a moment.
Raven knew that he couldn't make this unruly marksman obey orders without giving him some information.
Raising a finger, Raven said leisurely: "The first rule of Halken's escape code is, 'Only a rabbit eager to escape will run into a hunter's trap'. You have been fighting with Halken for so many years, when will you watch?"
The one who broke out immediately after being ambushed by Halken?"
"..."
Raven raised his second finger: "The second rule of Halken's escape rules is to never choose the easiest or least easy way to ambush as the way to escape. In other words, he will not take the open area, the most dangerous terrain.
No way. There are four ways to escape from the bottom of the canyon. One leads to the vast Fenye Desert, one requires climbing over a 500-meter 60-degree slope, and the other is a winding trail. The rest is for us to walk
This Coster Mountain Road can accommodate two carriages running parallelly."
Looking at the mountain road with cliffs on one side and abyss on the other, Randall had to admit that this was actually a good place for an ambush.
"Okay, the last question, if you answer it well, it means you have convinced me." Randall said solemnly.
"You asked."
"With only two gold-level people, how can we deal with the legendary Halken? A high-ranking priest of the Murder Church who possesses countless magical powers, not to mention that he was also a high-ranking mage of the 'Two Towers of Eternal Eclipse'!
"
Raven shook his index finger contentedly: "I didn't say you would be the main force in killing him. As long as you do what I say."
"Do as you say! Do as you say! Damn it, why the fuck is this happening again."
Raven's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes became sharp: "Randall, don't think that I can't survive without you! It's just that adding you in will make you more confident."
"Sure? Boy, what if the Red Knight guarantees you? Let me tell you - you think of the legendary powerhouse too simply!" Randall stabbed Raven's chest with the top of his longbow.
"Huh--" Raven didn't say anything. He raised his hand, and dozens of bright lights suddenly lit up around the two of them. A lot of vicious mechanical monsters used chainsaws and other guys to target Randall. That's not all.
A fatal sense of threat pierced Randall's vest like a needle. Without even looking back, Randall knew that there was definitely something as powerful as himself behind him, threatening his life.
For a magic archer, being approached means losing more than half, let alone being held against someone with a weapon.
Raven looked at the livid Randall and smiled: "You think of the legendary powerhouse too complicatedly."
Facing this formation, Randall had a surprise in his eyes.
This is flexing muscles!
Raven didn't mind giving the irritable magic archer a piece of candy afterwards: "I know about your wife, and I can promise you that Halken will definitely die within three days. And I agree that you keep a piece of Halken's body that will not be fatal.
parts as souvenirs.”
"Okay!" The forty-year-old magic archer suddenly burst out with a strange look.
"Okay, you two listen up, my plan is..."
Ten minutes later, a faint mist appeared on the deserted mountain road.
It's hard to see clearly from a distance, but when you look up close, you'll subconsciously think it's a follower of the Lady of the Mist.
He almost thought that he was a believer of Lady Mist.
He moved forward cautiously until he passed a corner and saw a figure kneeling in the middle of the road. His pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.
Of course he knew who the other party was.
Sainz - one of the few remaining high-level adventurers of the Phantom Goddess Leila.
Why is she here?
Halken was surprised and confused. Judging from her appearance, she had been waiting here for a long time. A biting wind was blowing on the mountain road, and the wind was mixed with a lot of gray sand.
Thick ash accumulated on Sainz's shoulders, kneeling thighs, and even her chest. Her whole body was like a clay sculpture. However, her eyes were astonishingly bright, with a clear and awe-inspiring blue.
His eyes were fixed on Halken through the fog.
Found!
Sainz gently picked up the long curved knife at her hand. When her slender fingers touched the rope wrapped around the handle, she felt as if the knife and the fingers were connected to each other. The handle was blank just now.
Suddenly countless shining runes lit up.
With a slight touch of his left thumb, a dazzling cold light suddenly burst out from the scabbard, as if a peerless ferocious beast was about to break through the fence and choose someone to devour!
How terrible!
In an instant, Halken understood that Sainz was taking the path of a sword master.
Trouble!
The Sword Master is recognized as having the most powerful explosive power among all melee professionals. In front of her long sword, the mage's magic shield is no different than an egg shell.
As the blade was pulled out of the scabbard bit by bit, a strange energy began to spread throughout the mountain road. At first it was just a thin buzzing sound, but later even the surrounding air began to evaporate, showing a psychedelic sound.
The vision is distorted.
"Take one of my moves, and if you don't die, leave!" The cold words were more like the whisper of the God of Death.
He was obviously one level higher than Sainz, so Halken didn't dare to be careless at all. Several life-saving spells he had prepared in advance were instantly released.
"Iron Wall Technique!" An iron wall half a meter thick, ten meters wide, and two meters high suddenly appeared in the middle of the mountain road.
Sainz did not move forward, but quickly made a forward slashing gesture on the spot. A phantom that maintained the posture of drawing a sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the iron wall.
There was a flash of cold light, and the phantom disappeared. The half-meter-thick iron wall was cut in half diagonally by this blow. Under the influence of gravity, the iron wall began to topple over.
Second, third...seventh, a total of six phantoms turned into six deadly streams of light and attacked Halken.
In the void, six graceful female figures either jumped, slashed diagonally, or slashed at Halken in six different postures.
Six cold and shrill cold lights covered the entire mountain road.
Will die!
Will die!
He will definitely die!
Legend has it that a saint-level sword master even has the power to instantly kill low-level gods.
I don't know if this legend is true.
But Halken knew that if he stayed on the mountain road, no matter what method he used to defend himself, he would definitely be chopped into dozens of pieces.
He finally chose to retreat.
"Acceleration!"
"Flying!"
No longer caring about the possibility of being ambushed by the white dragon when flying into the sky, Halken chose to fly to avoid Sainz's sharp edge.
Breathing loudly and feeling the cold sweat pouring down his back like water, Halken was in shock.
However, at this moment, he felt death approaching again.
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Thanks to book friend ☆Purple Star for 588 and book friend Hollow Bamboo Knife, Life is Like a Dream Xia Xiaoxia for the reward.