Chapter 628 Destruction and Immortality (Added in the Third Update)

Compared to the somewhat dramatic fight on the first floor of the cabin, the battle on the top floor of the cabin was much crueler. .

The middle-aged man who stood behind Bosco before was actually the only high-level warrior in the Bosco family - in fact, there was originally more than this one. He only brought him with him last year when Borg sought revenge on Tang En for Bolai's death. A high-level warrior and several intermediate warriors who went there were completely destroyed by Tang En's 'Storm' move.

But even if there is only one left, his combat effectiveness is extremely powerful in the current battle situation. It's not that I'm targeting Josiah. The strength of a magician is relatively stronger than that of a warrior, so Josiah's combat effectiveness at the peak of the intermediate level is about the same as that of a middle-aged man.

Bosco was naturally well aware of this situation, but he was decisive and directly ordered the middle-aged man to fight with the more than thirty scouts who rushed up. Similar to the modern Sedaji horse racing tactic, let the strong ones on your own side take care of the weak ones on the other side, and then come back with reinforcements.

Of course, Josiah can see this, but this is also in line with her wishes. The scout's attack habit is to kill with one blow. Although the middle-aged man is strong enough, he is not strong enough to crush him. It is not easy to deal with the more than thirty scouts here. And more importantly, she also got the chance to fight Bosco to the death!

Josiah doesn't know Bosco's strength, and I believe not many people in the gray army know either. This is an old fox who has enough experience. In ordinary times, he must use his brain more than force to solve problems.

But this was not a problem. After a brief confrontation, Josiah quickly judged that Bosco's strength was approximately at the peak of the intermediate level. Maybe he was a high-level warrior before, but after all, he is old and frail, and his strength has gradually declined.

Realizing this, even though Josiah wanted to kill the opponent and then quickly, he couldn't help but secretly admire him.

It's a very simple reason. Bosco's strength will definitely not exceed the advanced level when it is at its highest, and if the strength of a fighting spirit warrior is not maintained continuously, the speed of degradation will be alarming. But as the leader of the clan, Bosco is usually busy with chores, but he can still maintain such combat power. This must be because he has put in unimaginable efforts behind the scenes.

This is a man with big ambitions!

Of course, no matter what Bosco's surname is, in today's battle, Josiah undoubtedly has the advantage. This is exactly the case...

At the top of the stage, Josiah held the thin magic shield and occupied the central position. He waved his hands continuously and unleashed ice arrows, water entanglement, exploding ice balls... attack and restraint magic.

Bosco was a little embarrassed, his luxurious clothes were in tatters, and there were ice shards hanging on several places on his body, especially his irregularly bent left arm, which was obviously broken by a heavy blow. However, his fighting spirit was extremely strong. He held a one-handed sword and kept attacking around the stage. He occasionally attacked suddenly, but soon retreated again.

This is a standard battle scene between warriors and magicians from another world. The magician relies on the protective magic shield, and after opening a distance, there is an indiscriminate magic bombardment. The best choice a warrior can make is to roam around and wait for opportunities to attack at close range. One is to weaken the power of the magic shield, the other is to interrupt the large-scale magic that needs to be chanted, and then rely on the killer weapon to burst out and kill the magician in one fell swoop.

There is no doubt that the magician has an absolute advantage in this process. This is also the basic law of fighting in another world. Unless the strength of the warrior reaches the empty level, this situation will change significantly.

What a difficult little guy... While Josiah secretly admired Bosco, Bosco also spoke highly of Josiah. There is nothing to say about his own strength. How could a person who is determined to grow his family not care about his own safety? But relying on the protection of others is always not as reassuring as one's own strength. The key is Joshua...

In Bosco's view, Josiah's identity as a magician is certainly troublesome, but what really frightens him is the other party's decisiveness!

In fact, not long ago, he had a chance to break the magic shield, but at the critical moment, Josiah realized that something was wrong, decisively gave up the magic he had accumulated for a long time, and swung his wand to smash it... As a result, the magic wand and him His left arm was broken together!

Even though the wand was broken, Josiah was still able to perform magic freely. But his arm was broken and he had to retreat temporarily. What's even more troublesome is that after all, he is old and his strength can be maintained, but his body can't keep up. Therefore, an outbreak like that is actually the only chance...

There is not enough time, it seems that I have to think of other ways... Bosco's eyes flashed, and while maintaining his high speed, he suddenly said: "Actually, I don't understand. As a noble magician, you don't care. You can get enough respect wherever you go, why would you want to taint a low-level group like the Gray Army?"

Josiah fired the ice arrow magic in his hand, kept walking, and always faced Bosco head-on. He pursed his lips and said, "Hum? Is this your impression of the Gray Army?"

Swinging his sword to smash the ice arrow, Bosco reluctantly stepped back to avoid it. Bosco's voice was a little breathy: "Isn't this the impression that all nobles have on the Gray Army?"

"Maybe, but not me!" Josiah lowered his eyes slightly and waved his hands dexterously, making mysterious gestures. "Actually, you don't know, you will never know, how much courage it takes to walk on the right path!"

The ice ball suddenly dispersed, "Including you, your vision is too narrow, so narrow that you can't see anything except yourself and the interests of your family!" Bosco wanted to escape, but followed closely What came was a low-level binding magic, "Families, forces, and empires will eventually be destroyed. And reform, continuous reform, will eventually lead to immortality!"

The wolf swung his sword to cut off the entangled water snake. Bang, the explosive ice ball exploded on half of Bosco's body. He stepped on the ice slag and shook a few times, barely maintaining his stability. "I have to say, wheeze... you Your thoughts are beyond my expectation. I am now convinced that you will be a more suitable leader of the Gray Army than Luosha."

"But..." After a pause, Bosco suddenly stopped dodging and smashed the complicated low-level magic head-on. Looking behind Josiah, a smile appeared on his lips as if he had succeeded, "This time, I am the winner. By!"

Even with a magic shield, he was not afraid of sneak attacks. Upon seeing this, Josiah turned sideways and frowned at what he saw... On one side of the giant ship, a large ship was approaching rapidly, and the reflected light of the white armor could be vaguely seen.

"Do you think I only have so many people in ambush? Do you think you have defeated all my plans? Do you think I have cut off my escape route? Haha..." After holding back so far, Bosco finally couldn't help but speak loudly. Laughing, "Let me tell you, the three hundred soldiers on the ship are just Bran's strength. And don't forget, you have also offended the Temple of Light! I know that you will definitely send people on the ship to investigate, so I put the Bright Knight in another place." On a ship!”

He spread his hands and said, "Look, it's just a little trick, and you guys were fooled so easily!"

"That's because we have no choice, and we can't tolerate a traitor like you living one more day!" Turning his head, Josiah quickly regained his composure, his resolute expression became even more resolute, he was brewing low-level magic in one hand, and took out low-level magic from his arms with the other. Taking out the dagger, he rushed towards me with crazy steps, "I really want to know how long you can run now, Bosco, old minister!"

Bosco's eyes twitched a few times when he saw this, and he couldn't help but look bitter. Josiah undoubtedly saw through his biggest weakness, which was his almost exhausted physical strength. In this way, it is difficult to say whether he can hold on until the ship is close... His original plan was to destroy Josiah's will, but now it seems that it has the opposite effect, and Josiah is going to fight for his life...

A magician can just hit people with his staff, but what's the point of wielding a dagger?

He jumped off the stage in a hurry, ignoring his previous calculations, and screamed at the top of his voice to the middle-aged man who was being harassed by dozens of scouts: "Save me, come and save me..."

…

The approaching ships carrying the Knights of Light will undoubtedly determine the outcome of this fierce battle on the river. But at this time, no one noticed that on the other side of the giant ship, a small sailboat was also approaching rapidly.

Yes, it is so small that it is insignificant, but because of this, its speed is faster than that of large ships.

"Nah, we finally caught up!" Tang En sighed, shaking his sore hands and looking up at the sinking giant ship.

He turned around and looked around, "Well, where should I get on the ship... Hey, are you so polite?" His eyes focused and he quickly locked on the third floor of the giant ship. There was a window without crystal glass there, as if it was deliberately opened for him.

Of course, Tang En didn't know that this was caused by Luke's previous arrow attack. He quickly controlled the boat to get close to him flexibly, and then kicked his legs. The boat was almost submerged, and with the force of the rebound, Tang En's body instantly rose into the air, lightly Stepping on the hull twice, it seemed like a trot, jumping straight up and down into the third-story window.

As soon as he landed and stood up, Tang En couldn't help but be startled. Outside the door not far ahead, a familiar figure was being pinned there by Lin Kong. Because the hull of the ship was gradually tilting, it was floating there...

"Uh... Enoch?" Tang En was always good at remembering last names. Even if Enoch covered half of his face with his hand, he was still recognized quickly. He shook his head and was speechless, "Oh, coming back this time is too much of a shock!"

After walking a few steps, he paused, looked at the crystal residue on the soles of his feet, looked back at the window, and finally turned his attention to Enoch's body again, and said thoughtfully, "This kind of archery... the gray space is also It’s coming.”

Presuming this, Tang En sniffed and quickly walked out of the room. He looked around and saw that the right side was empty, while on the left near the stairs were layers of corpses, most of them killed by crossbow arrows. Blood slowly flowed out and seeped into the room. Gap in boards.

He reached out and patted Enoch on the shoulder, "I know you alone can't emit such a strong smell of blood." Since there was a corpse on the left staircase, Tang En naturally chose to walk there to find out. But at this moment, squeak, a door opened behind him.

"I'm hungry, where are the people...I'm **hungry..."

Turning around, he saw a young man wearing a shirt casually, with messy hair, and a thick cigarette in his mouth. He looked like a homeless man and walked out. He looked at each other and touched his nose, "It's you, Borg... …”

…(To be continued.)