The Face Changing Warrior

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Chapter Eighty Four

No matter how Roddy asked, the Muse refused to continue. Roddy had never heard of the war between gods and demons in the mythical age thousands of years ago. He didn't know that this secret legend, no matter the gods in the Guangming Continent or the temples in the Roland Continent, was a secret that only a few people knew, and it was definitely not allowed to spread to the people.

The Muse was so excited that he missed a word, regretting in his heart, secretly reproaching himself.

Seeing that the Muse refused to say, Roddy didn't follow up, wondering if you didn't tell me, would I still find someone to ask? Andy Skeleton, old Mark, these two old guys who have lived for more than two hundred years, do you always know something?

The Muse calmed down for a moment and said: "I...I am caught by you now, and I don't want you to let me go back. I just ask you to promise me one condition."

"what?"

The Muse took a breath and said coldly: "I just ask you to let me pass the news back to the temple, and let the master bishop of the temple know what happened here! King Sauron tried to overthrow the temple and assassinate the saints of the temple!"

Roddy smiled faintly, and said: "Don't worry about this. I ask you, what kind of black veil saint do you have in the temple, what kind of position is it? Why do you pretend to be a man? Are the saints in your temple all women Huh? And... are they... as good as you?"

Muse blushed and gritted his teeth: "Of course not! There are no distinctions between men and women in the temple. Only the most loyal people who believe in the gods can enter the temple and become a saint! As for me...huh...I didn't expect it, legend. The Duke of Tulip in China is actually not my opponent."

Roddy shook his hand and said with a smile: "Why are you angry again? You always look so arrogant, as if you have thorns on your body." At this point, his face sank, and he said with a serious face: "The day when you and me were dueling , What is the "Holy Light Qi", and what else is the "Domain Power" going on?"

The Muse frowned: "You have cultivated your fighting spirit to the golden level, and you have naturally become'Holy Light Qi'. If you can go further, you will be able to comprehend the'domain power'. Don't you know this? Although we Being on two continents, no matter whether you are a magician or a warlock or warrior, you will reach the same goal by different paths to the end of cultivation. The ultimate goal is to reach the'domain power'. This is a thousand years ago..." At this point, she suddenly stopped. He took a long breath and continued: "It's all the same."

Roddy pretended not to hear what she said just now, but said indifferently: "Have you understood the'domain power' now?"

"Humph!" The muse blushed and said in a low voice, "If I understood the'domain power', you would have been dead that day! After understanding the'domain power', you would already be near gods. Do you think it's that easy? I'm just a great practitioner now."

Roddy didn’t care much about the situation on the two continents, but he was very interested in these cultivations. He couldn’t help but said: "Then you said that I was just a low-level practitioner, what did that mean? I am a samurai, the ultimate samurai The realm is to reach the level of the Sword Saint Warrior. I have never heard of any practitioner."

The Muse sighed and said lightly: "These are the realms set by the gods, layer by layer, and they are all prescribed. The sword samurai you are talking about is just a common name on the mainland, but it has reached it. That’s all about the status of a great cultivator. If you have cultivated to the level of a sword samurai, you won’t lose to me that day, at least you’ll be on par. It’s just that the distance from the domain power is still a bit worse. However. You probably haven’t reached what you call the Sword Saint Warrior, otherwise, you won’t have the strength to fight back in front of me that day. When your'Holy Light Qi' has been cultivated to the point where your fighting Qi has completely turned into a pure golden flame, then It’s reached the highest level of a samurai cultivator. Probably it is the sword paladin that your Guangming Empire said... But you are here according to the "Samurai" distinction, but our Roland mainland is a continent of'Knights', and our knights also have their own. Cultivation method! Even if you don't meet me, if you meet the highest-ranking holy knights, most of you will live or die! Our holy knights are probably as powerful as your sword paladins."

At the end, Muse couldn't help but stab Roddy.

Roddy was fascinated by it, he was not interested in any power and position. When I was a nobleman in the imperial capital, I was so bored a long time ago, it was really not a pleasant thing. Later, seeing the actions of the so-called high-ranking elites in the northwestern army at Watt Fortress, he really lost his last interest in these. The only hope in my heart is to pursue the peak of martial arts practice.

The Muse was depressed and stopped paying attention to Roddy, just closed his eyes and rested. In the evening breeze, she sat there, letting her long black hair flutter, and Roddy glanced at him and thought to himself: "She doesn't seem to be about my age. She can practice so well, why don't I can?"

In the middle of the night, the Muse was already asleep. In her sleep, she suddenly felt that someone was covering her mouth. She woke up abruptly, and saw a dark figure lying beside her, smelling the familiar breath of the other person, knowing it was Roddy. I was very ashamed and angry, thinking that the other party was suddenly malicious. He opened his mouth and bit the palm of his hand over his mouth. With his hands on his chest subconsciously, he made up his mind that as long as the opponent dared to invade himself, he would fight to the end even if he died desperately.

Roddy had a pain in his hand, but he didn't scream out, but forced himself to leaned down and whispered to the muse's ear: "Don't move! Someone is leaning over! Hearing the footsteps does not seem to be a herder!"

These words rang softly in Muse’s ears, and only felt that the breath of the other party’s mouth sprayed gently on his ears and cheeks. In the dark, Muse’s face was flushed with shame, and the deer in his heart hit him with a weird taste. , But finally settled down and stopped moving.

Only a slight rustle of footsteps was heard, and several dark shadows slowly surrounded from all sides, the other side's footsteps were slight, and it seemed that they had no good intentions.

The Muse was panicked and wanted to use a magic in the past, even these people? It's just that she is already a weak woman, without any support. In the night, she only feels murderous all around. She can't help feeling a little scared in her heart. Inadvertently, she slowly leaned against Roddy, and the corner of her eye saw Roddy's face. With her resolute expression, there was a thought in her heart that she couldn't even think of: He would definitely protect me!

There seemed to be six people coming from the other party, and Roddy listened to the footsteps, and his heart sank. I heard from the footsteps that the six people who came were all skillful warriors - or so-called high knights from the Roland Continent.

Roddy lay down patiently, making the other party think that he was still asleep without noticing, but his muscles were tight all over, waiting quietly for the other party to approach.

When the one on the left gradually approached, suddenly Roddy jumped up into trouble. He was fully prepared for a long time. He bounced out like a leopard in the dark, and hit the man's arms with one head. The other party was wearing thick armor, but he couldn't resist it. He was hit by Roddy. When he arrived, Roddy swiped a scimitar in his hand, which had cut the man's throat. The other four people saw that the other party had jumped up, no longer hiding their steps, and rushed over with loud shouts.

Looking faintly in the night, several Roland knights wearing silver armor holding cross-cut swords, surrounded Roddy in a circle.

Roddy relied on an unexpected sneak attack to kill an enemy in one fell swoop. At this moment, holding a scimitar in his hand, looking at the other four with a sullen face, he whispered: "Are you knights of the Kingdom of Sauron?"

One of them, who seemed to be a leader, didn't seem to think that Roddy would speak this way, and then said loudly: "I am from the Royal Third Knights..." Before he could finish speaking, Roddy had suddenly rushed towards him.

His sudden move was beyond the expectations of these five people. Roddy and Muse have been together for so many days, and they have already learned about the Roland Knights from the conversation. These people seem to adhere to a kind of so-called knight etiquette. If the opponent speaks in a respectful tone before the match, it must be. Will officially answer, this is the so-called Cavaliers respect opponents only.

These knights are not weak, and they are all outstanding members of the Royal Third Knights. They were quite ashamed to attack the opponent in the dark, but in order to complete the task, they had no more care. As soon as Roddy spoke, they immediately responded in accordance with the knight's etiquette. They thought that everyone would be able to fight openly after they had finished speaking. Unexpectedly, Roddy would take this opportunity to attack!

In an instant, Roddy had rushed in front of him. The knight was quite strong, and the cross sword in his hand chopped off, and his body took a step back. However, after the sword was swung out, he didn't hear the sound of the collision of the swords as originally expected. The sword was cut into the air, and a thought flashed in his heart: No!

Roddy rushed out one step at a time. Before he could get close, he had already rolled to the ground. The opponent's sword slashed over his head. He didn't hesitate at all, but the person on the ground was a smooth one.

With a scream, one leg of the knight had been cut off. Roddy took advantage of the situation to make up for it, but was held up with a sword by the knight in a hurry. After a while, the other four knights had already been killed.

The Muse was lying on the ground, his hands clenched, his nails almost bleeding from his palms. She has lost her magical power, and she is no different from ordinary people in terms of physical strength and various inductions. In the dark, she can only vaguely see a few people fighting together, but she can't see who is who.

I only heard the screams of intersecting swords and knights, and a knight had fallen down with a scream, but as the screams kept on, I also heard a faint groan, which sounded like the Duke of Tulip.

Suddenly, I heard Dark Roddy yell: "Idiot!! Let's run! Go riding a horse!!" The voice was uneven, and he was obviously injured. One of the knights heard him and immediately ran towards the Muse.

Roddy was anxious, leaving an opponent next to him, a few steps to catch up with the knight rushing to the muse, another scream was heard in the dark, the knight had fallen, but Roddy also snorted in a low voice. The opponent's sword flicked on his back, if it weren't for him to flash fast, I'm afraid that this sword would kill him.

"Run!! Do you want to die!!!" Seeing that there was no movement at the Muse, Roddy roared in a hurry, and turned to hold the sword of a knight behind him.

Muse's heart was boiling, his heart was hot, but his eyes were already wet. She gave Rory a hard look, got up from the ground, turned a few steps and ran to a tree a few meters away, leading her horse. The two knights saw Muse's voice and yelled, trying to stop him, but they were entangled by Roddy. I only heard a few people shouting, but Roddy had a few more wounds from time to time.

The Muse turned on the horse and kicked the horse fiercely. The horse was in pain and ran away.

With fierce fighting and screams behind him, Muse only felt that he was trembling all over, only that every sword attack coming from behind, every screaming and screaming slammed into his heart like a hammer. Suddenly she strangled the reins with all her strength, and the horse made a long hiss under her hips. The Muse had already gritted her teeth and turned the horse's head, urging the horse to run back.

Roddy was hit by three swords, all of which were seriously injured. There were three opponents left, all of them extraordinary skills, and each of them had at least the strength of a third-level warrior of the Bright Empire. Roddy’s heart sank as he fought. He couldn’t expect that there were so many powerful knights in the opposing group’s small knights—actually, he didn’t know, because the mission of coming to Bright Continent was important. They are all selected good players in the kingdom of Sauron.

Ping-pong-pong sword, the two sides fought seven or eight swords again, the knight in the middle was slashed back by Roddy seven or eight steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his body was soft, but he barely supported it with his sword and did not fall. . It's just that Roddy was uncomfortable, and his right arm was also slashed by the opponent beside him. At this moment, he replaced the scimitar in his left hand. All four of them were covered in blood, but it was not clear who the blood belonged to. Several people kept panting, just staring at each other fiercely, looking for each other's flaws. Suddenly, the knight on the left yelled, and rushed up with the sword in both hands, and the knight on the right also cut towards Roddy's waist.

Roddy originally used a stolen machete, so he didn't take advantage of it. Now that his right arm is injured, he uses his left hand to challenge, which is even more compromised. After the strong fighting spirit was blocked, he was gradually unable to resist.

The sound of horseshoes behind him gradually approached from far away, and Roddy was shocked, he sighed sharply, swung his knife to force the two opponents back, and ran back in strides. When he met the Muse head-on, he grabbed the saddle, and took advantage of the force to jump. The man was already sitting behind the horse Muse. He saw a knight with a scimitar and threw it over, although he was quickly blocked by the opponent's eyes. But Roddy had already freed his hands to grab the reins, turned his horse's head, and ran quickly.

Several knights yelled and chased for a few steps, seeing that they couldn’t catch up. They turned around and wanted to lead their horses-but they left their horses a few tens of meters away for a sneak attack, fearing that the sound of horse hooves would frighten each other. Besides, when he ran back and got on the horse, Roddy Muse was already gone.

Muse only felt Roddy's breath weakening behind him, his nose was full of pungent blood, and the clothes behind him were all wet with the blood on Roddy. Suddenly Roddy softened and let go of the reins, his neck slowly falling on the shoulders of the Muse. If it hadn't been for the Muse to hug Roddy backhand in time, I'm afraid he has fallen from the horse.

Sweat and tears on Muse’s face were blurred, one hand supported Roddy, the other controlled the reins, and couldn’t help gritting his teeth: "Why did you stop them! They caught me, you...you can do it yourself Ran away."

Roddy’s voice became weaker: "I once remembered to give up my companion... I swear I will never let that happen again..."

The horses were galloping, and a tear of Muse slipped silently and fell into the dust...

"Don't stop...Run south! You...idiot...women..." Roddy's faint voice was in Muse's ear, and then there was no more sound-

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