Chapter 1034 Heaven Goes to the Left, Warriors Go to the Right

The great sword flashed past and cut off the black lightning-like whip.

The tearing sound of a blow emerged from the chests of the Killing Sisters, and the blood spurting out like a sea of ​​flowers was the last gift left to the world by the lunatic in the duel field.

After succeeding, Oliveira did not relax. He kept his body arched, raised his sword with both hands and pointed it forward, tightly leaning against the edge of the duel field.

Although the process of talking is long, it is not in vain. Every shrewd warrior will put himself in a favorable position, and no fool will take the initiative to choose a disadvantage when the enemy appears.

He is not a prince sitting in the imperial palace. Sitting on a wooden chair, he dares to say to the rat man, this is my throne. Anyone who violates the royal power will be destroyed.

The strength is still there, but some skills are needed to find a favorable position, reduce the number of enemies, and prevent blind spots in the field of vision as much as possible. This is the meaning of a verbal attack.

Although he was a little surprised that Olivia could easily kill the long-famous Killing Sisters, relying on the numerical advantage, Drucci was not worried.

The confrontation between the sword guard and the messer knife kept echoing. Even though facing several people, Oliveira still did not fall into a disadvantage.

He first deflected the opponent's spear on the left in one fell swoop, and then used his great sword to knock away the incoming black dart at an incredible speed. He followed the attack trajectory of shooting down the flying object, and then hit Drucci who was preparing for a sneak attack. The warrior's head was chopped off.

Blood spattered on the face of the Caledor warrior. The blood with the irritating smell of cold lizards made him feel a little more energetic. The hidden diseases of the Snake and Rat Jihad in the past have gradually appeared. In addition to some highly irritating things, there are also Apart from the exciting fighting, it is difficult to find anything that can arouse the double excitement of the senses and spirit.

And the blood of Druzi and the pleasure of cutting off Druzi's head were really exciting things for him!

The birth of the second deceased made the arrival of the third deceased extremely fast. The spear that was picked up scratched his cheek, and the sharp blade with a barb immediately took away some pieces of flesh.

The stinging pain on his face only made Oliveira become more tenacious. He kicked Drucci, who was struggling at first, and jumped into the air, landing on the head of the sneak attacker.

It was cut in half from top to bottom, and the incision of the sword blade was extremely even. Only the elf with a horrified expression slowly fell down in two pieces...

Even Drucci was shocked by this clean and cruel beheading. Who originally said that Oliveira was just a civilian military aristocrat, and his best method was to fight in groups. One enemy against many must be waste.

The blade of the sword rotated, blood foam flew everywhere, and the sword guard given to Oliveira by Imrik himself was an exquisite weapon tailor-made for him.

The sword guard does not come with any powerful magic attacks or the effect of ignoring defense. It only has three most important abilities.

Faster blocking and counterattacks allow the holder to be more alert to long-range attacks and predict the opponent's attacks in close combat.

For fearless people who are already specialized in fighting, the Sword Guard can take their outstanding hand-to-hand combat abilities to the next level.

Drucci, who was besieging him at the same time, was surprised to find that even if he launched a sneak attack from the blind corner of his field of vision, at most it would leave some wounds on Oliveira's face, or most of the damage would be blocked by the sophisticated armor, causing almost no damage. Substantial impact.

On the other hand, Oliveira, as long as he is caught with the opportunity to fight back, a person's life will inevitably be taken away.

Every Druzi is selfish at heart. They misjudged Oliveira's determination. From the beginning, the fearless ones had no intention of getting out alive. Every time they swung their swords, they were determined to die.

They don't want to protect their compatriots, they just want to take advantage of the opportunity to take the heads of the fearless ones.

The number of dead was gradually increasing, and Drucci, who had reacted, immediately organized a battle line, using daggers, mercers, spears, halberds, black darts, whips... multi-layered attacks to attack Oliveira.

Perhaps it was someone's instructions from behind that forced the selfish Druzis to work together to win this honor, but Oliveira no longer had the heart to guess. There were many wounds on his face, and the heaviest breastplate also had a few holes in it. Everywhere is sunken.

The fierce battle prevented him from thinking about the relationship behind it. At first, he relied on determination to kill Druchi Igor by surprise, and barely managed to send away more than twenty victims.

But there are still nearly ninety people present. If they continue to be attacked from near, medium and far dimensions and continue to be besieged, the disadvantage will only become more serious.

Cutting off the arm holding the dagger, Oliveira prepared for a real fight to the death.

Beforehand, Masnot had asked him if he needed some emergency medicine or talismans, as long as they were activated in a crisis, they would definitely be able to reverse the situation.

Even if it causes indelible damage or stains some honor, as long as you can get out of Sunset Canyon alive, everything can be solved.

Seeing as Oliveira politely rejected the boss's proposal, he will not rely on external things to win.

He regarded this battle as an honor presented to the dragon lord, with the glory of life and no shame of death.

The fearless man ran towards the left at a high speed, several spears ready to go, piercing the weakly defended thighs in one fell swoop.

The sword guard swept towards the spear handle, and after cutting it off, Oliveira, whose face was a little excited due to pain, held the big sword that was originally standing on the ground.

Two large swords that were as tall as a man were lifted up by him. The elf's physique was not strong. From a distance, it looked like a bloody man lifting two iron blocks of equal weight.

The familiar weight of the standard sword made Oliveira feel at ease. Without the cover of the helmet, he opened his mouth and made a smile to Drucci, who continued to press closer. His bleeding teeth looked very friendly.

"In the name of the dragon lord, I will die for you."

He shouted loudly, not praying that the loyal monarch would look at this place, but his loyalty had no regrets.

"For Caledor! For the Dragon Tamer! For Imric!"

As he shouted loudly, the two swords turned into windmills as he rotated. Damian once taught Oliveira that as long as the rotation speed is fast enough and life-threatening enough, any number of enemies will turn into minced meat. part of the machine.

He didn't believe this before, and he doesn't believe it even now.

The whirlwind emerged from the sword, and the daggers, mercers, spears, and halberds along the way were all difficult to resist. The flesh and armor of those who were caught by the whirlwind immediately turned into pieces.

But after all, Oliveira is not Damian's perverted physique. The barbarian can go all the way from southern Lustria to the Chaos Wasteland, and neither mountains nor steel can stop him.

But how could an elf be so powerful?

Whirlwind's fate is like a warrior's declaration.

Heaven goes to the left, warriors go to the right. (End of chapter)