Looking at Rhodes in front of him, the man in the leaf cloak had a gloomy face, and he quietly took two steps back, vigilantly watching the black-haired young man who suddenly appeared behind him. He didn't know how the man appeared behind him silently, which made him feel a little uneasy, while Rhodes was motionless, silently watching the man's movements, as if what he was doing had nothing to do with him.

He just looked at the enemy in front of him, then withdrew his gaze from the man's cloak of leaves, and narrowed his eyes slightly

Druid.

In the game, the druids are not as beautiful as those depicted in fantasy novels, on the contrary, the druids in the Dragon Soul Continent are more like a group of extremely fanatical environmentalists. They believe that only and returning to nature is the way to prolong human life, and the act of destroying nature is tantamount to self-destruction——— of course, this sentence sounds fine, but their attitude towards implementing this policy is outrageous. Wearing little or no artificially crafted clothing or props, they wear cloaks made of animal skins and leaves, and most of them do not use weapons, but use their fists, feet, and teeth to attack, and they can also call on beasts and insects to serve and fight for themselves, driving away the threat of those who try to trespass and cause harm to nature.

And for most people in the Dragon Soul Continent, there is really no difference between druids and bandits - oh, maybe that's a bit wrong, because they still have a difference. The bandits were at least there to rob the property and women, but the druids attacked the caravan only because their man-made creatures had desecrated the sacred nature, and they believed that humans did not appreciate the greatness and horror of nature, so they had to do it to make them understand that their pitiful pride was meaningless in the face of the power of nature.

But for others, these druids' actions are meaningless.

But that doesn't mean they're something to be overlooked.

“————！！”

A low, barely human-like roar came from the man's throat, and he bent down slightly, holding out his hands. Reaching forward like a claw, he slowly retreated and began to circle around Rhodes like a wolf waiting for an opportunity, waiting to kill his prey. He twitched his nose and looked closely at the enemy in front of him, who could tell from his appearance that it was a very young man. But his performance made the druid a little confused, he was not afraid, he was not panicked, and he was not angry and hurried. His heart was beating slowly, there was no rapid breathing, and his dark eyes reflected a black that was even deeper than the abyss of hell.

It's a tricky enemy.

Come to think of it. The man gritted his teeth and roared at Rod.

In response, Rod raised his sword.

The moment he saw the long sword, the man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of hatred and disgust flashed in his eyes. It was this man-made object that the druids hated the most, and in their opinion, it was an unforgivable sin in itself to make the stones lose their original form, to snatch them out of the bosom of the earth simply because of the gratification of their ignorance, and to change their existence. In the past, when those enemies waved their weapons in despair and vain in front of them. He would raise his hands in anger and completely destroy those who dared to desecrate nature and the earth. But now............ But there was something more worthy of his leisurely worries to do than anger. Thinking of this, the man quickly retracted his expression and continued to walk slowly to the side. But Rod didn't stop either, and after raising the Scarlet Weep, he pointed his sword at the man from afar, and then slowly took half a step to the left. ..., and it was this half step that made the man slow down his figure.

Because at the same time that Rod took that half step. Suddenly, he found himself unable to find his target in front of him. The black-haired young man seemed to have turned into a disembodied ghost, or shadow illusion, in an instant. It's uncertain, he's obviously there. But it makes people feel that he is not there at all, that what your eyes are telling you is nothing more than an illusion, and that the brain seems to be sending contradictory signals that are completely opposite to it at this moment.

This made the druid a little dizzy, he paused, then bit his lower lip, the sudden intense pain made the man's originally somewhat chaotic brain become much clearer, he quickly calmed down, carefully looked at Rod. But even so, he still had a feeling that he couldn't grasp the other party, not only that, but the man also felt his heartbeat unusually intense and nervous, this feeling he hadn't had for a long time, but he still clearly remembered the reaction brought by this body——— the heart beat faster and faster, the air around him began to gradually become heavy, and even gave people the illusion that they couldn't breathe, and the muscles all over the body continued to tense, as if warning, more like instinctively trying to resist the threat.

Threats of death.

“！！！”

It was at this time that the man finally made his move.

He opened his mouth and let out a howl like a wolf's howl, and at the same moment, suddenly three or four black shadows suddenly pounced from the depths of the woods, and the wolves waved their claws and opened their bloody mouths to pounce on the black-haired man who stood motionless.

And at this time, Rod suddenly moved.

The man never imagined that he would see such a scene, and for him, all this in front of him was so incredible.

With his back to the wolves, Rhodes didn't seem to be able to fight back at all, after all, most of his energy was focused on confronting the druids, which the druids were very sure of, because he could feel the sharp gaze and momentum of the other party, which was a strong, savage, and unreasonable sense of oppression. This was something that even the druids couldn't bear. That's why he had to attack first to break the suffocating pressure.

Sure enough, the atmosphere around him suddenly relaxed.

But before the druid could recover from the excitement of escaping death, he soon saw a scene that he would never forget.

In the face of the wild wolf that pounced on him, Rhodes did not have the slightest expression, instead, he just raised his long sword. With the help of the druid's talent, the man could quickly clearly see the tip of Rod's bright red sword, but with Rod's movements, it suddenly seemed to be vaguely elongated. But before the druid could take a closer look, Rhodes' figure had already disappeared in place.

No. Perhaps this was not true, for just as Rhodes had stepped forward, he suddenly appeared at the side of a wolf that had pounced on Rhodes from behind him, and then the bright red blade of his sword struck at him with lightning speed.

The sharp blade of the sword was able to hit the wolf, because at the same time as Rhodes made his move, the wolf seemed to sense the danger approaching, and it decisively chose to give up and continue the attack. Then he twisted his body in the air with difficulty, and was able to dodge Rod's blow, but then the wild wolf suddenly wailed, and then the body that was full of strength lost control, fell to the ground heavily, and never got up again.

And Rhodes is after the sword. He didn't look at the enemy in front of him anymore, but instead followed the direction in which the wolf pounced, gliding forward gracefully and smoothly like a leaf in flowing water. ..., and then, he suddenly appeared in front of another wild wolf who was the farthest away from him!

What's going on?

The druid stared blankly at Rod without hesitation and slashed through the wolf's head with a sword, and then suddenly disappeared under the other party's stinky brains flying in the sky, and then reappeared in the scene, and couldn't help but sink in his heart. He knew very well that what the young man in front of him was doing was very abnormal. He had never seen such an eerie rhythm of battle. During the first attack, Rhodes was in front of the wolf, but as soon as he took a step forward, he suddenly ran out from behind the wolf's flank, as if it was not the wolf that attacked him before, but he launched a surprise attack on the wolf.

And what Rhodes did next made the druid fall into a fog, after killing the first wolf in a very strange way, Rhodes followed the direction where the wolf's corpse fell, but it was just a blink of an eye. He appeared as if he had stepped into a completely different dimension, and appeared at the farthest point from him. In front of another wolf behind the left. And even the keen hunters who roamed the forest didn't seem to be able to react at all. Then he became the ghost of Rod's sword.

What did this young man do?

Thinking of this, the druid couldn't help but be afraid, he saw another wild wolf and Rod pass by, but suddenly let out a terrible wail and fell to the ground, never to get up again, but the Holy Spirit was on it, and the druid could swear that Rhodes had not been able to touch the wolf before that, and his sword blade was only swung in front of the wolf, and it was not hit at all.

Could this be the power of magic?

The idea quickly popped into the druid's mind, but was quickly dismissed by the druid shaking his head. As a servant of nature, he could easily feel the fluctuation of mana, and by that time when Rhodes was acting, the druid could be sure that he would not be able to sense the slightest fluctuation of mana. In other words, this young black-haired man has completely relied on his swordsmanship to achieve this point.

But............ Is this kind of thing done by human beings?

If Rhodes could hear the druid's heart, then he would comfort him——— this is not something that humans can do.

The Dark Dancing Sword Technique is taught by the Dark Elves, dark-skinned depraved men who live underground and maintain close ties to the devil and are far more powerful in combat than their surface counterparts. The harsh environment beneath the surface forces the Dark Elves to reach their full potential. And the Dark Dance Sword Technique is such an existence.

It is the crystallization of hundreds of thousands of years of life and experience condensed by the dark elves, and among all the swordsmanship in the game, the highest level of dexterity of the dark dance swordsmanship can reach the S level, and its critical hits are also above the A level, which is the best choice for instant killing with the help of flying speed. However, due to the high requirements for the flexible attributes of the wielder, few people can learn this swordplay. Moreover, the Dark Dance Sword Technique is not without flaws, the fast speed is likely to increase the burden on the body, and because of its super high requirements for flexibility, the sword wielder cannot wear too heavy armor, otherwise, it will be difficult to exert the power of this sword technique.

But for Rod, he only had joy at the moment.

Along the way, Rhodes has been eager to find someone to practice his hands, but alas. The strength of the mercenary group is not strong enough, and the dark dance sword technique was originally a move created by the dark elves to kill the enemy, so the move is vicious. If it was in the phantom space, Rhodes didn't recommend testing the test. But now outside, he didn't want to kill anyone by surprise, so he could only endure it. ..., I have to say, this feeling is really not good, as if someone has won the jackpot of five million. Everyone who wants to show off is known to enjoy their envious, jealous and hateful gaze. But they are also very entangled, once exposed, it is very likely that someone will peep into their property, and this dilemma is the true portrayal of Rod.

And now, someone has finally come to the door to practice.

Thinking of this, Rod couldn't help sneering in his heart, and at this moment, the last wild wolf quickly fell at his feet. Lost life.

However, these are just side dishes, and the main meal is still to come.

"Whew!!"

A whirlwind whistled by.

Rod stepped back, but his whole body suddenly ran from the side of the road to the side strangely, and just as he turned to dodge, the huge fist of the counter had already grazed Rode's chest and slammed into the ground. Accompanied by the dull sound of collision, Rhodes could even feel the huge impact fluctuations stretching all the way down the ground, and even his legs were numb from being shaken. But the druid, who pounced for the first time, didn't seem to stop because of this. He slowly stood up and turned his head to look at the young man in the distance.

At this moment, the surface of the druid's body was originally covered with his foliage cloak has been turned into golden armor, and a pair of huge fists can almost match the size of a basketball, which is exactly the druid's proud skill, they can temporarily borrow the "powerful gift from nature" by using the soul power (of course, this is just their own statement, in the circle of spell researchers in the Dragon Soul Continent). People prefer to believe that these damn environmentalists are just using some variation of the spell.

Of course. It has nothing to do with Rhodes.

"Good!"

At this moment, Rod, who had flashed the druid's attack, was not panicked. There was no solemn expression, on the contrary, he held his hands and shouted in a low voice.

He could feel that his fighting chain had become more and more proficient, at the beginning, because of the passage of time, Rhodes was still a little rusty about how to use the swordsmanship skills of Dark Dance, but now, under strong pressure, he had obviously recovered a lot.

In that case, I'd like to ask you to be my punching bag for a while.

Rod raised his sword, and at this moment, the druid had already swung his fist again and rushed towards Rhodes. However, unlike the former, this time he was clearly well prepared, and with a loud punch, the surging waves of air and the surging torrent immediately roared past, swept up several small trees that were not hard enough and rolled into the woods, but even so, he still failed to hit Rhodes. In fact, at the same time as the druid attacked Rod, he had once again dodged the druid's attack with that strange and unbelievable technique, which made the druid more and more puzzled and puzzled. Because at that time, he obviously thought that he would be able to hit the other party soon, but who would have thought that just as the druid's fist was about to hit the damn black-haired young man, he took the initiative to meet him, and then, the druid only felt a flower in front of him, and then his fists slammed into the wall, bringing down a trace of dust.

Not only that, but at the same time, a bright red light suddenly flashed in front of the druid's eyes.

Rhodes, who was supposed to be hit by the druid, ran to the side of the druid at this moment, and the long sword in his hand was swinging down quickly, slashing at the druid's right hand! In the face of this sudden attack, the druid hurriedly retreated, avoiding Rod's sword, but just as the druid was crying out for joy in his heart, suddenly, a pain that almost made him faint came from his wrist. ...What's wrong?

The druid reflexively wanted to move his right hand, but soon he realized that his right hand was completely out of his instincts! He looked down and saw that he did not see any of the injuries he thought he had, no scars, his right hand was still well attached to his wrist, but he did not feel anything, as if the hand had been cut off by something that did not know his fate and died, leaving only a meaningless empty shell.

It's him!

The druid looked up and looked ahead in disbelief, but there was no sign of anyone there.

"Why, isn't that going to work? What a disappointment for me. ”

And at this moment, Rod's voice suddenly came from the right side of the druid, and when his voice was heard, the druid hurriedly turned around and jumped away. His eyes widened, staring at the man in front of him viciously, but in his expression, there was a little more cautious and uncertain.

Now the man finally understands that he seems to be facing an opponent he can't handle.

"Don't be so polite, use your all, or you'll die here?" Mr. Druid? ”

Rod's tone was still flat, as if a guide with no enthusiasm for work was introducing tourists, but hearing his voice, the druid felt a chill welling up in his heart.

But he already knew that he couldn't do anything.