Chapter 282: Rival

ps: During the Dragon Boat Festival, I ate zongzi and went to my relatives. The update was late.
South China Sea Cape, sea fleet.
Luo Lin was standing at the bow of the ship, holding a single scope in his hand, carefully watching the battle between the orcs and the undead in the cape. The battle was very fierce. The orcs were at an obvious disadvantage, and the number was rapidly decreasing.
He issued the command: "Go at full speed!"
The speed of the orc's death in battle was very alarming, and if he didn't support it, he would probably die.
After giving the order, Luo Lin suddenly saw the magician Roman beside him hesitating to say something, and asked: "What?"
Roman whispered: "Let them fight for a while, better. The best number is between 10,000 and 20,000."
The meaning of this sentence is a bit deep. There are more than 40,000 orc warriors. This power is too large to control. If it can be less, for example, there are only 10,000 or 20,000 left, then this power can be used as a powerful weapon. , In case the orcs backlash, the consequences are within the range that the human race can bear.
When Roman said this sentence, he was very calm, hiding the cruelty in his calmness. In a short sentence, each word contained the lives of thousands of orc warriors.
Luo Lin was slightly startled and hesitated. He didn't object to Roman's slow support. Orcs were orcs, they were foreign races, and could be used, but there was no need to be kind. If the orcs prevail, these orcs will certainly not hesitate when it is time to start.
What he considers is how to make this thing seamless, flawless, and not to be hated by orcs!
He looked up and suddenly saw a group of gargoyles flying towards the fleet in the distant sky, his heart flashed, and he had a way.
He gave his order: "Twenty barrels, fog up! Ready to fight!"
The fleet is moving slowly. That's because someone intercepted him. He didn't intend to delay time. Even if the orcs suffered heavy losses, he couldn't be blamed.
Roman knew that Luo Lin had understood what he meant, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Start to cast wind magic to assist the formation of the fog of the fleet.
I had already practiced it perfectly in the waters near Vendôme before. This time I became more proficient in fogging. The fog quickly enveloped the entire fleet. In order to let the fog keep up with the fleet, the speed of the fleet was also reduced a lot.
The speed of the gargoyle is really fast. Just like a subsonic aircraft, the fog of the fleet took shape. They rushed over like a cannonball and plunged into the fog. The result is self-evident.
There are flying too quickly. Suddenly affected by the nemesis, those who had no time to adjust their body and directly hit the ship, some were in the air and somersaulted, and others rushed into the sea. Of course, more of them were just flying and staggering, barely maintaining Body balance.
Without Rolin's orders, the commanders on the armored battleship began to organize attacks proficiently. After experiencing a naval battle of Vendôme, do it again, and the size of the enemy is smaller than last time. Don't worry about any suspicious barrels, the soldiers are really relaxed and happy to deal with it.
The number of gargoyles is rapidly decreasing, just like dumplings, they are constantly being shot down.
As a commander, Luo Lin didn't feel any pressure either. He didn't even pay much attention to the gargoyle. Still looking at the battle on the cape with a single-tube telescope, although he was going to delay his steps. But the orc can't die, otherwise he will come for nothing.
Is watching. He suddenly felt heart palpitations, and then Zhi Brain sent an alarm: "Found the Undead Sword Sage Morovogan!"
At the same time, there was an image of a person riding on the back of a gargoyle. This person was dressed in a black robe, with an ordinary appearance and black eyes, but it was Morrovogan.
Luo Lin was shocked, feeling a chill from the soles of his feet hitting his skull. He immediately put away his binoculars, turned his head and looked around, and saw that Morovaggan was fifty meters away, controlling the gargoyle swaying towards him. The iron-clad battleship flew over.
The other party obviously did not expect the effect of the fog, and was a little surprised, but in Luo Lin's feelings, the vampire may have been greatly affected by the fog, but the death magic on Morrovogan has not been weakened, and it is still as deep as an abyss. People have an endless sense.
Luo Lin didn't dare to neglect, drew out the clouded sword, his whole body flashed light, and the power of anger was aroused. Instead of going forward to meet him, he retreated decisively and retreated among the archers and crossbowmen. Then he pointed at the gargoyle sitting in Morovgan and ordered: "Shoot him!"
Luo Lin is the commander of the fleet and has lofty prestige. His command is the will of the soldiers. With his voice, all the soldiers immediately turn their targets, nearly six hundred crossbowmen and attack at the same time.
"Peng!" There was an orderly sound, and the crossbow arrows were like flying locusts, all shot at Morovogan and his gargoyle.
The gargoyle was greatly affected by the nemesis nemesis, and he even rode a man on his back. It was very difficult to fly. At this time, facing such a intensive attack, there was no way to hide. Not only he could not hide, but Morrovogen also had nowhere to hide. hide.
Morovogan immediately used the body of the gargoyle as a shield, and at the same time the sword in his hand was waving impermeable to the wind. He only heard a ringing sound and dense sparks, and most of the crossbow arrows were blocked by him.
However, manpower is sometimes poor!
No matter how powerful a fighter is, facing more than 600 almost all-round sharp attacks, it is impossible to completely avoid damage.
After a round of volley, the gargoyle became a hedgehog, and the holy power contained in the crossbow bolt burned its body, almost turning him into a fireball of holy light, which fell straight from the sky, Morovo on the back of the gargoyle At the last moment, Gen took advantage of his strength to leap to the iron-clad battleship where Luo Lin was. He hit an arrow on his leg, waist, and left arm. These crossbow arrows were full of sacred power, and Luo Lin could clearly hear Morrowogen. His muffled sound was obviously hurt by the Holy Power.
As soon as he arrived on the deck, he immediately rolled over and hid in a cabin.
Luo Lin didn't chase him. He knew that the opponent's target was him, so he didn't stay on this battleship either. Instead, he dashed wildly along the deck, then jumped up and leaped towards a merchant ship.
After arriving at the merchant ship, he jumped out again and leaped towards the next ship. He must be within Narosa's attack range before Morrovogan could react.
Morovogan didn't stay in the cabin for a long time, so he looked for Luo Lin and saw that he was about to escape, he immediately ran out of the cabin. He had already pulled out the crossbow arrows on his body, and black blood was flowing on every wound, and there were fragments of sacred power burning beside the black blood. These sacred powers did not cause much damage to Morovogan. The only effect was Successfully prevented the wound from healing.
Originally it was nothing. But it's bad in this place full of necromancer smoke.
If there is no injury, Morovogan's body is almost perfect, with no holes or gaps, and the undead does not need to breathe, so even if they are in the smoke, they are not affected.
But now, the wound has not healed. This mist invaded from the wound and interfered with the operation of the death magic in Morrovogan.
A peak powerhouse like him, the operation of his body's power is almost flawless, but now he has been subjected to such accidental interference, and his overall strength is immediately affected by a non-negligible effect.
Morovogan dashed forward on the armored battleship. It was obvious that something was wrong, his strength was more than 10% lower than in his heyday!
This is 10%!
Since the last defeat, Morrowogan hasn't despised Luo Lin. In terms of swordsmanship, he admitted that the opponent is still at the top, and his advantage lies in his strength.
In this way, he believed that his strength still surpassed the opponent, but the overwhelming advantage was gone. If he insists on catching up to fight, plus he is now in the enemy's battle, the outcome is really unpredictable.
Damn it! Morrovogan cursed secretly. Seeing that Luo Lin was about to escape, he gritted his teeth fiercely and continued to catch up with a few flashy weighings.
This young man has immense potential, and if he is not killed as soon as possible, it will only become more and more difficult in the future. He did it this time!
He chased after him, and some fighters tried to stop him. But the sword light flashed, and these fighters fell to the ground in unison. Without any struggle, the breath was gone.
The magician Luo Man suddenly raised his hand, chanting a spell, and a thick ice wall rose up in front of Morrovogan, trying to block the path of the Undead Swordmaster. Dai Wei waved the staff, and a chain of ice formed out of thin air, entwining towards Morrovogan's body.
"Broken!" Facing the ice wall, the sword sage pierced out with a sword, and the tip of the sword flashed softly like moonlight, and the ice wall that had just risen burst into pieces. The chains flew, and the sword sage cut across with another sword, and the silver moon appeared at once, ‘Pong! The chain turns into water vapor and becomes invisible.
The magic of the two magicians' minds was broken in an instant, and they all felt a huge shock in their minds, and they couldn't cast the spell again in a short time.
As soon as these two swords were released, the magician Roman had already recognized his opponent, and he exclaimed in shock: "Sword Saint of the Moon!"
The sword comes out like a bright moon, and magic is like a child's play. With such a method, there is only the full moon sword saint on the road.
With this roman shout, the warriors on the deck who were going to intercept the sword master immediately retreated instinctively, not daring to stop in the path of the sword master.
But ordinary warriors did not dare to stop, but there were others who dared, that is the frost dragon Iona, she arrived in the first time by flying. And Narosa had just jumped into the sea from the armored battleship and swam a little and a half.
As soon as she came over, she was in the air, waving her hands, and huge ice thorns formed in the air, screaming towards Morovogan.
This is the sea, Iona's absolute home arena, she releases high-level magic without any effort.
"Old man, go and die." Iona was extremely disgusted with the undead who had hunted her down.
Luo Lin turned her head and saw that Iona was almost forgetting to cast spells~EbookFREE.me~ It’s better than last time. She didn’t forget that she blessed her body with a legendary defensive magic, but this fool, does she think she has This little means can stop the sword master's counterattack!
"Iona, go back!" Luo Lin shouted.
Before his words fell, he saw a round of moon rising from the deck of the armored battleship. It was Morrovogan's famous stunt to kill the blood moon.
On the night of killing, the blood moon rises, a sword is vertical and horizontal, no one can stop it, it is a stunt!
This blood moon rose and slammed into Iona, easily destroying the ice thorns that came over, and smashed a legendary magic cast by Iona, and finally hit Iona's body protection magic.
A series of transparent ripples appeared in front of Iona, the legendary protection magic lasted for a while, then shattered and dissipated, and the blood-colored brilliance passed through Iona.
Time seemed to stand still, the expression on Iona's face solidified, and a faint surprise emerged, and then she fell from the air, and her dress fluttered like a leaf falling into the blue sea. (To be continued)
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