Click!

The combined ring handle sharp axe was disassembled again, Draven had a crazy smile on his face and his black beard trembled slightly.

【Bloody Sprint】!

The bloody life energy was like a stream storming under your feet, and the force generated by the bursting propelled Draven to move forward at high speed, scattered snowflakes.

Sharp!

The ring-handled axe threw out and slashed the tower shield raised by the strong lizard man, preventing the opponent from trying to obtain the attack rhythm again.

The powerful force and strange angle made the ring handle axe jump high, and then returned to Draven with a graceful marking.

The next battle becomes the performance time for Draven to control the offensive rhythm.

Each time the sharp axe thrown, it either cuts off the strong lizard man's counterattack, leaves clear marks on the surface of the light green mail, or tears away the rich red life energy, and carves hideous scars on the exposed scale body.

"Roar!" The strong lizard man let out an angry roar. This frustrating battle made it at a loss, and his proud melee ability could not be used at all.

Especially the battlefield on which it is concerned has fallen into a slump in death, and many veterans of Holy Scars are lying quietly in the cold snow, and the sticky green blood is gradually drying up.

"Damn humans, who are you?"

The heavy tower shield was held in front of him, and the strong lizard man struggled to resist Draven's attack. This guy's fast and crazy fighting style was completely different from the legion soldiers trained by the Stoke Kingdom.

This is based on his experience of fighting the Kingdom of Stoke over decades.

Sharp!

The answer to the strong lizard man is the ring-handled axe that fell again, and this powerful attack forced the strong lizard man to take a step back.

"Huhuhu~Huhuhu!"

"Humble, you are provoking the great temple of the Lizardman!"

Amid the heavy gasp, the strong lizard man raised his ugly head, and his blood-covered eyes firmly locked Draven, completely igniting the anger in his soul.

Not only the helplessness and anger brought by the frustrated battle, but also the fear caused by the continuous death of the Holy Scar veteran under his command, it once again felt the fatal danger of being extremely oppressive.

The air trembled, and the high-level magic engraved on the light green mail exploded. The rich blood-red energy was like a substantial flame, close to the surface of the scale armor.

The strong lizard man seemed to break some kind of shackles in his body. A golden red light slowly soaked into the gaps in the scales and entered the blood-red flames. The mad and restless aura suddenly rose.

A faint terrifying and majestic aura descended on this battlefield area, and the falling snowflakes were also affected and swayed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The killing sentiment that appeared out of thin air tore the remaining reason. The strong lizard man held the bone rod tightly, pressed against the thick tower shield, and launched a desperate charge towards Draven.

"The legendary power? Is the legendary bloodline contained in the body? Or the legendary spell engraved with armor?"

Draven sensed the terrifying power of the strong lizardman, although it was nothing to him, but had broken the barriers of advanced professionals and touched the boundaries of legends.

The thought flashed away, and Draven looked at the approaching big guy with great ease: "Well... have you paid the price of losing your mind for this little power? It's really pitiful!"

Although the words contained pitiful meaning, Draven kept moving.

The footsteps moved quickly, and scarlet energy lingered at Draven like a knight's halo, speeding up his movement speed. The ring-handled axe held in both hands rotated at a high speed, rolling up waves of ice and snow.

【Spinning Flying Axe】!

Chih!

The sharp axe blade attached to the red energy and slashed at the front of the thick tower shield at a strange angle, cutting down clear marks.

With a "bang", the ring-handled sharp axe ejected high into the air. Draven did not hurry or slow down. After throwing the ring-handled sharp axe with his right hand, he took a quick step and stretched out his left hand to catch the falling ring-handled sharp axe.

Chih!

Until then, the ring-handled sharp axe thrown by the right hand accurately hit the traces cut off from the front of the tower shield. A similar result occurred. The ring-handled sharp axe ejected into the air again and returned to Draven's right hand.

"Ah hahaha!"

The bloodthirsty crazy laughter resounded over the battlefield. Draven threw the ring-handled axe in his hand again and again, and then drew beautiful and cold arcs in the ice and snow weather, ringing a metal music with a very rhythmic sense.

"Did you hear it, the weak? The death bell has sounded for you!"

Frequent attacks did not hinder Draven's movement speed. Instead, they achieved acceleration effects through the flying axe skills and maintained a certain attack distance from the strong lizardman.

Click!

The strong and heavy tower shield could no longer withstand Draven's ever-stop attack rhythm. The centered on the traces of the precise hit of the ring-handled axe, cracking the spider-web-like gap.

Bang!

The dull sound of shattering exploded, and the tower shield turned into countless pieces of iron and fell to the snow, while the body of the strong lizard man was exposed to Draven's vision.

The axe is ready and the slaughter begins!

Draven smiled fiercely, and the ring-handled axe instantly threw out from his hands, carrying a huge force to cut the lizard man's scales. The muscle fibers broke and broke, and the viscous and smelly blood splattered on the snow.

"Ahhh!" The violent pain was passed to the strong lizard man's mind, and the surge of murderous intent stagnated slightly, and a trace of clearness appeared in the muddy eyes, but before there was time to resist, the next wave of sharp axe attack seemed to be raining down.

The torn scales bloomed like fireworks in the snow jungle, and the bones and tendons whine in fear under the axe blade.

The strong lizardman charges with just a dozen steps forward and is unable to move forward, leaving clear footprints and pools of green blood along the way.

When darkness came, it looked at the human in front of it deeply. The guy's strength was definitely not only high-level professionals, but even in this battle, humans also hid some of their strength.

"Haha, is it the end to defeat me? The Lizardman Temple will avenge us!"

Puff!

Blood gushed, and Draven ignored the hatred look of the strong lizardman and used a sharp axe to cut off the ugly head and tied it around his waist as a spoil.

After taking a breath, he turned around and looked at the battlefield on the side. His bloodthirsty and crazy murderous intent had not been extinguished. The ring-handled battle axe rotated at a rapid speed, and a new round of slaughter began.

......

......

The dull starlight descended along the scattering snowflakes, and the deeper the night was blowing gusts of breeze, and the strong smell of rust filled the sky.

Draven looked calmly at the two new graves erected in front of him, where soldiers of the Choi Falli Legion who had just ended the battle were buried.

Sacrifice is inevitable, but when it comes, it will eventually cause sorrow.

"Cleaning the battlefield, we have to go back early." Draven's tone was low, and the Lizardman warrior he encountered unexpectedly actually had the strength comparable to the Choi Falley legion.

This is a very important message and must be passed on to Lord Lord and Dryus.

Turning around and looking around, the sight was a desolate and broken battlefield, full of cold and stiff corpses, including the Violet Guards, and the Holy Scar veterans, intertwined.

Draven didn't care, and crossed the battlefield, walked to the corpse of the strong lizard man, looked down at the guy, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The Lizardman Temple?

Hidden the behemoth behind Bechlik Kingdom.

"Hmm?" Draven spoke in surprise, then as if he had noticed something, his pupils tightened and there was no time to react, a golden red light suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Bang!

The corpse of the strong lizard man was blown up, and countless flesh and bones condensed in the air, forming some mysterious golden-red symbol, crossing the distance from space and imprinting on Draven's abdomen.
Chapter completed!