Chapter 0155 Secret War

As soon as he took his attention away, he was sensed by the shadow gnome assassin on the opposite side, and the second encounter began after a finger.

This time, both sides have a certain understanding of each other, and the attack is more targeted. The Shadow Gnome Assassin began to deliberately speed up his shot, and the dark crystal armor outside the ghost's body had cracked in some places, but the consequence was that the Shadow Gnome Assassin was seized by the ghost and used the moon ring to cut several inch-long wounds on his body.

A shadow jump, and the two sides separated again.

The ghost lifted the moon wheel, and the light and restrained blade was stained with the blood of the other party, which was purple and black, like fishy ink, still wriggling and twisting on it. As soon as the ghost opened his mouth, the rich death qi immediately formed a vortex, washing away the blood stain. Although the blood of the Shadow Dwarf Assassin is also dominated by dark elements, it can't withstand such a large amount of negative energy repeatedly washed away, and it is finally corroded.

A cold snort came from the shadow opposite, but it was spiritual, and then two red rays lit up at the humanoid eyes in the darkness, staring directly at the location of the ghost. The ghost's existence was unique, and it caused great distress to the shadow gnome assassin on the other side, who had never seen such a strange storage zài. If he wasn't a Shadow Gnome Assassin, he would have suspected that the other person was the Shadow Gnome Assassin.

With such similar skills, such similar skills, could it be the Shadow Assassin, or the Night Assassin? The former is a shadow creature, which should be able to be judged very lightly. The latter is an assassin specially trained by the Night Elves, and the slender body of the other party is the same, but the fierce and ruthless, brute force that exchanges injuries for injuries does not seem to match his impression of the Night Elves!

The Shadow Gnome Assassin Oro tightened the muscles near the wound, and the rune shroud on his body wriggled for a while, sending the flowing black blood back to the wound and reabsorbing it back into his body. For the first time, he was wounded, but the enemy was unharmed. The result of exchanging injuries for injuries was some slight breakage in the enemy's armor, which might have been repaired by the next encounter, and Oro couldn't help but squint his eyes at such a difficult opponent.

The enemy's moon wheel cutting power is amazing, and it must not be hard-connected anymore, but it is impossible to break through the enemy's armor covering the whole body by relying on fast jumps. This damn armor is not only tough, but also has the effect of deflecting attacks and transfiguring vision, making it difficult to accurately attack in the same position.

These are nothing, and what really gives Oro a headache is the opponent's target. If you can't beat the other party, it's a big deal to leave, the opponent's agility is slightly worse than your own, and it is impossible to catch up with you, but in case the opponent's target is the ...... below, Oro can't help but hate it.

There was little time left for him to think, and the third fight was not long in coming. The ghost, who had taken a slight advantage just now, took the initiative to provoke the battle, not intending to leave more time for the other party to recover.

The Shadow Dagger and the Lightless Blade alternated rapidly in the air, attacking and defending at the same time, and the way to defend was to attack, two vague black shadows jumped and shifted in the shadows of the tomb hall as fast as possible, the last moment it was next to the small sarcophagus on the right side of the hall, the next moment it was already on the top floor of the left side of the hall, and the next moment it appeared in the back of a wandering silver mummy.

Silent and fast, the speed of the eyes can no longer keep up with the rhythm of the attack, and every qiē is relying on instinct. In contrast, Roo is a little more experienced, so the Spectre's armor has been stabbed more than a hundred times, but unfortunately it hasn't done any damage yet. However, the ghost's instinct is also slowly awakening, and since I got this soul template from my master, a feeling of manipulating the body of an NPC with an outsider's consciousness has always existed, as if I am not myself, and as if my real self has been sleeping.

But today, the intuitive danger alarm has been sounding, and the ghost with the stimulation of crisis consciousness has abandoned all thinking, all skills, and desperately uses every part of his body to take the initiative to meet the opponent's attack, just to prevent the opponent from being able to attack in the same position continuously. This humiliating style of play, which was about to lose track of the rhythm, had completely driven the ghost into complete madness, and a tyrannical and murderous feeling that he had never experienced before alternated with another cold, smooth sense of coordination that stirred his consciousness in his body, making it more and more chaotic. As soon as the movement was slow, there were many cracks and damages on the surface of the body, and even a drop of purple blood appeared in the air.

The ghost's lack of support immediately drew the ridicule of the Shadow Gnome Assassin Oro, who was not only decorated with the Rune Shroud on his body, but could also selectively enhance certain attributes according to his will, such as the agility he was now strengthening. The crushing of the speed caused by the attack is one-sided, and the other party seems to have wavered in his will to fight, so the next step is probably to find a way to escape, right?

Although the victory was decided, the strange aura dormant in the opponent's body still made Oro not dare to relax his vigilance, but instead controlled the battle situation more carefully, that is, to maintain coercion but not to give the opponent too much threat, so as to avoid the opponent's decisive counterattack. When the momentum is enough, it may be just a simple obliteration that can end this inexplicable battle before the other party realizes the danger.

The ghost's consciousness is already a little blurred, maybe after a few fingers, he will die, he will no longer be able to stand up, and he will no longer be able to follow his master around. At this moment, not only was her consciousness not above the battle, but she thought very much about her death, will her master cry for herself? A kind of tranquility that had never appeared in her heart before, the master had not yet seen her appearance, and she really wanted to see how surprised he was by this!

Just when the ghost almost gave up resistance, Oro's attack arrived. The shadow dwarf assassin Oro, who has survived thousands of battles and survived dozens of near-deaths, has deeply etched it as instinct into his soul. At this moment, his keen intuition told him that if he didn't solve this opponent as quickly as possible, he would have to suffer unimaginable damage. Therefore, Oro gave up the rapid shaking that caused the opponent's illusion, and the two shadow daggers stabbed the opponent's throat with the speed of a storm and stabbed hundreds of blows.

White...... Pit...... Chap...... Crevasse......

The opponent's vital point has been revealed, and Oro has pulled out a few positions with a dodge, two daggers together, and stepped on the void to borrow strength, intending to end the enemy's life with the most violent blow.

At this moment, he realized that the other party was not an undead, but a creature with flesh and blood. As for who the enemy is and where it comes from, he doesn't care anymore, he must end the enemy's life at this moment, because he intuitively senses that his danger is getting bigger and bigger.

It may be a long moment, it may be a short moment, but Oro's twin daggers have jumped out of the timeline and appeared directly in front of the ghost's throat, stabbing down fiercely.

A cold scream sounded, and the jab that had already broken through the speed of sound was not as fast as this sound, and Oro, who was buzzing with this sound in his mind, suddenly felt that he had slowed down. Countless black shadows swirled around him, and dozens or hundreds of pulling forces in different directions made him lose his grasp of the Shadow Twin Dagger, and slashed past the enemy's neck with a slight difference, dragging dazzling sparks on the pesky armor, making an uncontrollable sound for the first time since the battle.

A qiē is in slow motion, and the slowness makes people's consciousness anxious. Is it because your movements are slow, or is your consciousness out of touch with your movements?

Oro, who didn't know what was going on for a while, planned to leave this position first, but unfortunately the sharp pain in his chest and abdomen interrupted his analysis, and the other party's moon wheel had pierced into his abdominal cavity at some point, and was spinning there at high speed.

With a high-pitched hiss, despite the black blood splattering everywhere, the Shadow Gnome Assassin Oro had already ducked behind a small sarcophagus on the other side of the hall with a single jump.

What's going on?

He was about to kill the enemy one moment, why did he suffer such a heavy blow the next moment? Intuition tells me that something seems to be missing between the previous moment and the next?

The other party's moon ring may not be big, but for Oro, who is only half the size of an ordinary person, it is a giant murder weapon, and his entire body is almost cut through the middle by it. If it weren't for the entanglement of the rune shroud, he would have thrown his internal organs and split his body into two places by now.

"Gotta go, go now!" After all, Oro is a strong man who has experienced severe elimination, and such an almost mortal injury will not kill him, and what really threatens him is the unknown.

What forces caused the reversal of the battle?

From the moment of defeat, Shadow was no longer his friend, no longer his home, but a strange and dangerous place, in which it seemed to float countless ghosts and resentments, pulling and holding himself. This feeling is so direct and clear that he can't ignore it even if he wants to.

Suddenly, he felt something wrong, and when he looked down, he found that countless gray air currents were escaping from the shadows under his feet, coiling along his body, like a rope of nothingness. Cordage? As soon as he realized this problem, the gray air flow had turned from virtual to real, tightly strangling his ankles.

Good means!

Oro's rune shroud at this moment has begun to be strengthened**, only in this way can he maintain his body from disintegrating, and with a single force on his feet, the gray rope has collapsed into countless gray qi and reintegrated into the shadows. But before he could jump out of this dangerous area, he found his ears, shoulders, and arms...... Gray air currents appeared everywhere.

Oro, who usually doesn't change his face even if he cuts his intestines with a knife, can't help but change color now, what kind of means is this, and why is it unheard of? He had mastered all the methods of the shadow magic, and he had never seen this ability to directly manipulate the shadows into substance.

I kicked the iron plate today and met a big man who really controlled the shadows.

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