When the undead sword saint appeared and Luo Lin began to escape, the intelligent brain finally put another task in his mind after a long silence.

Mission: Escape

Mission Objective: Fight against Lanrenburg before the undead swordsman Morovogen catches up with you and seek asylum.

award

Auxiliary legendary combat skills: wind speed.

Wind speed: The user's thinking speed and body speed +50%, burn 1000 potential value per second.

Well, although this legendary combat skill is an auxiliary, it is very powerful. In the ever-changing duel between masters, the speed, especially the momentary increase in reaction speed, will bring huge advantages.

Even if you have to burn 1,000 potential value in one second, this is worthy of the increase in power brought by this combat skill.

This mission is very good, but this may be the most embarrassing escape in the world.

The opponent is so powerful that he can't find any way to deal with it except using Ice Feather to summon Elsalin's incarnation.

In fact, even if the incarnation of the demigod was summoned, Rollin did not think that he could defeat Morovogen. That guy's force was the only one in his life. Perhaps Edward of the Sword Saint also had such power, but the Sword Saint had never tried his best in front of Rollin, so there was no way to compare.

He was carrying a large piece of 'meat' on his back. Yes, it was just a piece of meat. After running alone on his back for so long, Rollin had no feelings for a great beauty anymore. He was so tired that he just wanted to stick out his tongue and gasp like a dog.

Although it is a plain, the terrain is very uneven and bumpy. Occasionally there is a small valley and a small slope. This area seems to have just rained. The ground is full of mud, which increases the difficulty of Rolling's running.

Aiona on her back kept talking nonsense, gurgling, and seemed to cry for a while, and seemed to be laughing for a while. She couldn't tell the specific meaning, and Luo Lin was upset and wanted to slap the woman hard and slapped her silently.

There was no one chasing him behind him for the time being, but Luo Lin could feel the dark aura, deep and condensed. It was as profound as the sea, and this aura was constantly approaching his direction.

The other party probably hasn't discovered his specific location yet. Although he was approaching, his speed was not fast, and it was really not fast. The tragedy is that it was still faster than Rollin.

If this continues, you will be caught up in just fifteen minutes.

There are at least 30 miles left in the road ahead. If you run wildly with all your might, you should be able to get there barely as long as the other party does not determine his position and does not pursue him with all your might. But no matter in that situation, the possibility of it happening is very small.

Rollin must retain some energy to deal with unexpected situations. And the Undead Sword Saint would not be so stupid.

He walked deep and shallowly, his boots were covered with mud, and his boots were all wet. It was the result of the rain stained on the tip of the grass falling into his boots. His body was almost completely wet, sweating, sweating profusely. Because he ran all the way, he stepped on the mud pond in the middle of the journey. He fell, and the stains obscured the glory of the battle armor. It made Luo Lin look like an escaped knight.

Even, Rollin did not dare to take out the essence of life to replenish his physical strength, because he knew that the undead was very sensitive to the breath of life. As long as he took out the potion, the life magic emitted might be felt by the opponent. Once the opponent determines his position, he may be caught up by the opponent within five minutes.

If this continues, he has to think of a solution. But after thinking about it, he found that he only has two choices, either using Bingyu or killing Aiona, but this is not what he wants.

While running away in a panic, Luo Lin suddenly found someone flashing around him, and then axe stabbed over with a strange cry: "Die!"

He glanced from the corner of his eyes and saw that Luo Lin saw the situation clearly. There were more than 20 people on the other side, wearing tattered leather armor, holding messy weapons in his hands, large wood-cutting axes, iron hammers, etc., and they were robbers on the plains.

He was covered in mud and water stains, and was in a mess. He broke into these robber territory without realizing it. The other party must have thought that he had an opportunity to take advantage of it when he looked down.

You know, although robbing a knight is dangerous, if you succeed, you can make a lot of money. The battle armor on the knight can make every robber here enjoy and drink for several years.

In this unlawful place, as long as you can get money, these outlaws can do anything.

The axe that was cut down was very large, weighing at least fifty kilograms. It seemed that the robber had some brute force, but it was just brute force and had no rules.

Of course, Rollin would not be cut. He dodged sideways, raised his hand and punched him, and was hitting the robber's chin.

The blood mixed with the teeth and sprayed out. The tall robber stumbled and retreated. He seemed to be knocked out. He turned around for a few times and fell to the ground to breathe. Even if he could survive, he could only be an idiot.

"Kill!" Another robber rushed over, holding up the hammer in his hand. It was not Rollin, but Aiona on his back.

Luo Lin had already drawn out his sword, and the sword light flashed, and he opened the hammer, and stabbed the robber with a sword.

He had no use of all his strength and no use of water. He had to preserve his physical strength and conceal his breath. These robbers were not qualified to let him take action with all his strength.

But because of this, the desperate thought there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and rushed towards him howling wildly.

In the experience of the robbers, no matter how powerful the knight is, he falls into such a miserable situation and is besieged by so many of them, he may die a few people on his own side, but life is not easy. They are just doing a business of licking blood from the edge of a knife. As long as they can kill the knight, it is better to die a few people, and they can also spend a few less money.

Luo Lin secretly scolded him for being unlucky. The house was raining all night long, and the dragon trapped in the shallows and was caught in a shrimp show. He was robbed by a group of robbers in the middle of the night.

He accelerated his pace and rushed out of the encirclement before the bandits surrounded him. He was about to run wildly when a wind came from behind him, and someone shot an arrow at Aiona behind him.

Listening to the sound of the wind, it was a wooden arrow, and its strength was quite good. If it was shot at Luolin, Luolin's legendary battle armor was enough to block the attack, but Aiona wore a thin skirt, perhaps a magic robe, but her defense was the same, pitifully low.

Just this arrow forced Rollin to dodge sideways, and his speed was affected, and the robbers took the opportunity to surround him again.

During this period, Luo Lin ran wildly and consumed a lot of energy. He had to breathe heavily, but this was nothing. What was even more uncomfortable was that his spirit was always tense, because Luo Lin didn't know when the Undead Sword Saint would rush over directly.

Under the shadow of the undead sword saint, he had to fight with his hands and feet, which consumed even more physical strength. It was indeed more than 5,000 potential values ​​in his body, and potential values ​​were also very useful, but they could not directly convert the city's physical strength.

Now, he was besieged by seven or eight robbers in a mess of turtle punches, and I had to guess that Aiona on his back would not be cut. If anyone didn't pay attention, his arm was shot by an iron arrow.

"Ding" the arrow is full of force, but the iron arrow still failed to break the battle armor. After a little Mars broke out, it flew out.

After being hit by this arrow, Luo Lin was shocked. If this arrow was shot by a magic archer, his arm would be ruined today. An uncontrollable anger suddenly surged in his heart. Fuck, these bandits are simply hateful. Seeking death!

This arrow was like Mars splashing on an oil barrel, and something bad happened.

A robber shouted and rushed up, holding up the axe in his hand, and the other robber danced wildly from the other direction. He didn't talk about the rules at all, and another robber rushed up from behind Rollin. He held a rusty iron sword in his hand.

A few seconds later, the robber with the axe rushed to Luo Lin. Luo Lin didn't save any physical strength. He waved the long sword in his hand, and a cold sword light flashed, and cut it into half with the man and the battle axe.

The double-hammer robber next to him and the iron sword robber behind him had not yet reacted, and continued to rush forward inertia. An arc-shaped sword light flashed by. The two of them were the same, their weapons mixed with long swords, and they split up together, and the broken mouth was extremely flat.

One of the hammer fragments flew out and hit a robber's face. With a "bang", a drop of water attached to the hammer fragments penetrated into his mind, and his whole brain exploded directly.

“…”

As soon as the terrifying power appeared, the remaining robbers were stunned. The robbers who were still fighting for the first place just now turned around, shouted a few times, turned around and ran away.

Yes, the knight looked very embarrassed, but they were still not able to get involved. Tonight, they made a very, very wrong decision.

The robbers retreated and looked at the scattered figures. Luo Lin suddenly moved his heart. Why was he confused? There were still a dozen remaining robbers. These people were scattered. Who knows which one was the real Aiona?

Invisibly, he bought time for himself. Luo Lin was happy and quickly took out the essence of life and poured it into his stomach.

With so many goals here, he doesn't have to worry about the little breath leaking from the essence of life attracting the attention of the undead sword saint.

A force poured into his whole body, nourishing his tired body. Luo Lin was shocked and once again restrained his breath and continued to rush towards Lanrenburg.

Now, more than a dozen creatures are distributed on this grassland, and Rollin's breath should be the weakest, just like a candle among a group of torches.

Even if the Undead Sword Saint attacks, he should look for someone else first.

After walking for about two minutes, he obviously felt the movement of the huge dark aura accelerated. After accelerating, the aura suddenly disappeared and disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed before.

"The other party has restrained his strength, he should go to a target!"

Luo Lin suddenly realized that he was in an extremely dangerous situation because he didn't know when the sword saint would kill all the robbers, and he didn't know when the undead sword saint would target him.

Because he couldn't feel the other person's existence.

Is there anything more dangerous in the world than being sneak attacked by such a terrifying undead sword saint?

At this time, he was at least twenty miles away from Lanrenburg and could not get the support of the castle at all.

what to do?

There was no way, Luo Lin took out the ice feather and held it in his hand, focusing on the surrounding situation. He decided that whenever there was any disturbance, he would immediately shout out Elsalin's name.

Using a short-lived god incarnation to exchange for the life of a frost dragon is not a big loss. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!