Chapter 311

Draris looked coldly at the human gladiator in front of him. The creature's eyes were shining with crazy light, and seemed to have a trace of blood. It seemed that his spirit was unstable to the extreme, just like a wounded beast.

"The weak..."

Dellares gently moved his steps, flashed to the other side, stretched out his foot, and gently hooked it at the foot of the human race. He waved his arms, lost his balance, and flew out. In anger, people often make wrong judgments. In battle, such mistakes will be fatal!

So the real high-level fighter must learn to control anger, then enjoy anger, and force himself to keep a clear mind with a cruel calm. Only in this way can the power generated by anger really belong to himself.

Draris completed his anger control training a long time ago, probably 4000 years ago.

At that time, in eresaras, a beautiful city that has not been abandoned, draris and his companions were trained by the old soldiers who survived the ancient war. After they could skillfully use weapons, they would get the first weapon in their life, usually a short knife, and then they only took three days' rations to enter the forest of Filas, Only the perfect hunting to a piece of unbroken iron mane wolf fur, can enter the higher level training again.

Draris was the best fighter of his generation.

In the world of immortality, everything changes very slowly. 4000 years is almost a flash. A long time ago, just after the end of the ancient war, people who were driven mad by the hunger and thirst of magic from their bodies began to study taboo magic. At that time, they also restrained themselves. When the situation got worse, Prince toseidrin took the lead, Gathering the power of all the mages of sindera, they finally summoned a demon powerful enough.

The demon destroyed most of eresasala, and then was imprisoned by the sindera spirit. His people lived by absorbing the demon's magic.

They are like a group of animals who give up their dignity for food! From furtive to aboveboard.

But draris had to admit that he was one of those beasts. He wanted to pretend that he didn't know those things. He wanted to pretend that he didn't know the cruel news that Prince toseidrin had given orders to abandon eresaras. He wanted to pretend that he didn't know that his once beautiful home had been occupied by wild ogres and disgusting demons.

He even wanted to pretend that he saw the painful memories of those companions who suffered deeply in their hearts and chose suicide in the cruel reality, but he could not deceive himself after all.

In the 4034th year of his life, delaris became the first sindera spirit to walk out of the inner city which was full of the smell of demons. When he left, no one came to see him off. He was only a broken blade from his ancestors.

He knew that his ancestor was a great man, who was once the servant of Lord vilings, the ruler of sindera. But after toseidrin came to power, all his glory was far away from him.

At the moment when drarish walked out of the slowly closed door with the broken sword on his back, he looked back, and those living and dead compatriots were looking at him, not sad or happy.

The soldier turned and walked into the abandoned outer city. He knew that he was a member of the city. He knew that he would save it from darkness and depravity.

A person's life is very difficult, especially now that the world has changed greatly, he has never left Filas, because he knows that the strength he needs is here!

When he came out of the ruins of eresaras with a scar, it was at the end of the last hammer of doom Gladiator competition. He looked at the indifferent assassin standing at the highest place. Just a word, he attracted thousands of people to follow him. A small force took shape in an instant. He watched those powerful gladiators follow him.

Delaris knew that that was the power he was looking for, which was enough to overthrow the crazy toseidrin and save at least some of his compatriots from his rule. As for how to treat his compatriots, including his own addiction, after overthrowing Prince toseidrin, delaris did not know that he was just a soldier, and he could not think of the answer to such a complex question.

But at least we need to rescue them first, and let those compatriots live in the sun, not in the dark underground like cave dwellers.

"I'll go and save you! We will live in the sun

Sindera's warrior lowered his head, the Dark Armor covered his face, and his expression, only to see that he coldly stabbed the blade in his hand into the chest of the pestering human Gladiator,

"I'll be the champion and save my countrymen... Get out of my way!"

"Poof"

The last human warrior fell to the ground feebly. The goblin referee not far away raised the red flag in his hand to signal the end of the fight. The deafening cheers rang out from around. The sindera elf turned to look at the audience excited by the killing. He had no legal understanding of the frenzy.

Sindera has been isolated from the world for a long time, but in the noble years, they were a group of guardians who kept secrets and books. Their everything, including their martial arts, existed as tools, and their violence was not for killing.

Although dellares's ancient fighting skills are so elegant and deadly in the eyes of the audience, in fact, when he takes away his life, this descendant of sindera can't feel even the slightest excitement. Although he has become a soldier, he is still a scholar in his heart, which is sindera's duty from ancient times to the present.

"Fourteen wins... One short!"

Draris sat on the ground, put the broken blade on his leg and pressed his last energy. He felt hungry, not in his body, but in his blood. He was resisting the demand for magic from the day he left the inner city until now.

He has to secretly draw magic every day, and now he draws it once a week. That kind of hunger, that kind of hunger that will completely destroy him, is his biggest enemy.

He has to suppress it in order to win the last battle. As long as he wins the next enemy, he can enter the second round. Draris is not very confident in himself, but this is the only way in front of him, so he must go on.

The night elf who has been trying to get in touch with him... The general who calls himself Sandys Yuyue. He doesn't trust her because he knows where hindra's tragedy came from. He won't trust those purple skinned "compatriots" anymore.

"You are a descendant of... Sindera?"

A gentle but dignified voice interrupted draris' meditation. He opened his eyes, and his last opponent was already standing in the arena. It was an elf. No doubt, from his long golden hair and sharp ears, we can see that his eyes were green, like green gems, above his eyes, Two slanting eyebrows make the face look more heroic.

He should be a big shot!

Although he is now dressed in an ordinary minstrel robe, he can't hide the majesty of his body, just like the ancient kings that draris saw in the murals of the library.

He was far away from himself, but the clear voice in his ear proved his identity. He was a mage, and he was probably a esoteric arcane, a mysterious inheritance in sindera.

Draris felt that he should say something, but he finally chose silence. He stood up and put on a fighting posture.

Kelesas shook his head helplessly. His voice was enveloped by magic and went through the air to drarish's ear,

"I know you are a descendant of sindera, the sword, quelsella... Forget it, I'm kelesas the sun chaser, the successor of the former king daslema 7000 years later, we are brothers of the old covenant!"

Delaris was surprised. He knew many secrets, including the secret agreement between Lord VILINS and Lord daslema. The two upper elves chose to go far away because of the exclusion of the cardore elves. But just before he left, Lord VILINS mysteriously disappeared. In the end, the upper elves of cindra could only stay in eresaras until now.

If not for that accident, I'm afraid that now, as the elf who claims to be a sun chaser said, the two forces may have really merged.

But draris did not forget his mission. Although the spirit was sincere, he still chose to hold the weapon tightly and launched the charge without saying a word.

As he watched the thunder rush towards him, delares frowned. His left hand moved gently in the air. A golden staff with a green emerald appeared in his hand, which was half of the Phoenix's open wings.

That's the sindorekin staff. He was the symbol of the prince at that time, and the pride of the sun chaser was perfect as a weapon. But its symbolic meaning was very strong, and its power was too great. Therefore, in ordinary battles, kelsas would not use that artifact, and the sindorekin staff in his hand was enough.

To be honest, to the level of kelesas, who is only one step away from the epic hero, the significance of ordinary weapons is really small.

Kelsas gently put the staff on the ground, a flame appeared in the air, and then a bird's scream sounded at the same place. The sound was so sharp and bright that it immediately attracted everyone's eyes. Then they saw that the whole arena was wrapped by the red flame at this moment, and the air was distorted, When the flame dissipated in the next second, a beautiful, noble creature with golden and crimson flame feathers all over his body appeared behind kelsas.

At the moment when this powerful creature appeared, the Runes of the magic border around the arena gave out a less dazzling light, and the flow of magic was abruptly interrupted and became disordered.

It's o, your Majesty's pet, one of Azeroth's rarest creatures, the elemental Phoenix, and the ultimate embodiment of the power of fire.

Kylsas was protected in place by Ao's wings, and draise's charge didn't even hurt him.

The sun king of the sun chaser didn't pay attention to the screams and screams in the audience. At this time, he was as majestic as the God of fire. The magicians had their own ways of covering the air, and kelsas was the best of them. It was not until this moment that draris knew what kind of characters he was fighting with.

"Is it necessary to fight on? Brother sindera, let's lay down our arms and have a good talk. I came here with the intention of peace. "

Kelesas didn't attack rashly, but continued to persuade that under the situation that there was no chance of winning, draris took a deep breath, griped quelsella's sword handle again, and blood red anger appeared from his body and wrapped in his black armor.

"I... I have my mission, and I have what I have to do, so don't get in my way!"

"Charge