Chapter 289： 295 Barbarian Netherlands (3)

Chapter 289 295 Barbarian Netherlands (3)

At this moment, bang~bang~bang~, three shots were fired in a row. One hundred meters behind, the high-level knight was running fast, and suddenly jumped up, flying five or six meters high, holding a long pipe in both hands. The enchanted rifle flashed magical runes, commanded and shot in the air.

The powerful enchanted bullet is shot from the enchanted rifle in the hands of the high-ranking knight, and the power is enough to smash the defensive shield of the magician of the same level, and even one shot can break the head of a mammoth weighing several tons!

Three bullets were in the shape of a 'pin', one bullet aimed at the back of the barbarian, and the other two blocked the direction he was dodging.

At this moment, no matter which way Nedland hides, he will be hit by an enchanted bullet.

If there is no injury, the barbarian as a totem warrior is not afraid of gun knights at all, just turn around and go past, and the opponent will use a giant sword to block when he shoots. As long as he can get close to ten meters, the Netherlands has a hundred methods. Doubting life by beating gun knights of the same level. But now he does not dare to do so. First, the number of enemies is superior, and secondly, he is not seriously injured. Even though he was just pierced through the shoulder by a bone spear not much thicker than a finger, the bone spear contained The undead energy is still eroding his body.

At this moment, the Netherlands really regretted that he had come to assassinate the enemy commander. He was too superstitious about his own strength, thinking that as long as it was not a legend, the rest of the extraordinary could be killed, but he did not expect to come to this void world. The first shot was a big hit.

Netherland gritted his teeth secretly: "No! I have to cheer up and never die here! Aunt Grandin, little Eric are waiting for me, and little Varus, Janelle... The children of the tribe can't lose me !"

The barbarian let out a low growl, the muscles on his body suddenly swelled, and the phantom of a brown bear appeared on his body again, as if he let out a silent roar, which instantly caused his speed to skyrocket, like a plus-sized cheetah, rushing forward in a straight line. Go, almost rubbing his heels, bang ~ bang ~ bang ~, the enchanted bullet penetrated deeply into the permafrost under the snow.

But at this moment, with a click, an ice wall appeared in front of Netherland, because he was too fast to dodge, and hit it directly. The barbarian's speed dropped sharply, and he rolled with the trend, and the giant sword was backhanded, and it swept out extremely fast.

In the next moment, with a puff, the blade slashed across the empty space, but there was a sound of cutting flesh and blood, followed by a scream and a picture of blood splashing.

The corners of Netherlands' mouth were upturned, with a sneer, and without looking back, the speed continued to run.

In the place just now, a piece of bright red blood spilled on the snowy ground, and then the figure of a magician wearing an ice-blue robe staggered out.

This person is the high-level magician who was chasing after him together. He used the ice wall to block the enemy just now, twisted the light by himself, and hid beside him, planning to make a surprise attack after the Netherlands broke through the ice wall. But he didn't expect to be noticed by the barbarians in advance. He rolled to avoid the sneak attack, and slashed with a backhand sword, almost cutting him in half. Fortunately, a life-saving magic item on Jin Yi's body played a role, so that he was only seriously injured, and he was not cut in half.

The high-level mage took out a broken crystal pendant from his magic robe with a pale face. It was this pendant that took the deadly sword in his place just now.

At this time, the gun knight chased him, glanced at the blood-covered magician, frowned, and asked, "How are you? Can you still fight?"

The magician smiled wryly and shook his head: "No way, the kidney on the left is broken, and we must go back for treatment. This barbarian is very strong, he is like a fighting machine, I just saw Wood~~~ Uh! Lord Wood, he was injured in three or two strokes. He thought it was a soft persimmon, but he didn't expect... to be so strong."

The gun knight's face was also not very good-looking. Although Green ordered a group of people to chase and kill them together, they were the only ones who could keep up with the speed of the Netherlands when they left the camp. Left behind, and now the magician has lost his combat effectiveness, let him chase after himself, that is, to die. When these few met face-to-face just now, he was deeply shocked by the tyranny of this barbarian. At the same time, he was completely convinced by Green, such a strong enemy was completely defeated by Green, and they were also high-level, why is the gap so big!

In fact, Green has seen this gap for a long time. Although everyone is a formal high-level extraordinary person, the combat power of this water mage and this gun knight is about 300, and the combat power of the barbarian has reached 600. , and the current combat power of Green's clone has reached nearly 800, so the result of the battle is completely an intuitive presentation of the combat power.

The gun knight looked at the direction where the barbarian disappeared, and said bitterly: "I'm not reconciled! He was obviously seriously injured."

The magician smiled bitterly and said, "We should be glad that if we meet someone who is not injured, most of us are already dead now."

The gun knight's face was stagnant, he fell silent, and he didn't make a sound. Obviously, he couldn't argue with the magician's statement, so he could only bring the injured magician back to the camp in a depressed mood.

On the other hand, the barbarian Netherlands quickly fled, ran more than 30 miles in one breath, and got into a dense coniferous forest. Then he stopped and leaned against a big tree with four people hugging each other and gasping for breath. Rough.

"Finally escaped!" Nedland secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately that necromancer didn't pursue, otherwise I would definitely be finished." Then he looked down at the wound on his shoulder, and the broken bone spear was still inserted in the wound, spilling out. The undead energy eroded the surrounding flesh and blood like a toxin, and was suppressed by him with the power of totem, and it has not spread out yet.

"What a powerful psychic erosion!" The barbarian gritted his teeth, clenched the exposed spear shaft and pulled it out.

Suddenly, a bluish-black bruise spewed out from the wound, spread as far as a few meters away, fell into the snow, and made a squeaking sound, infecting a large area of ​​the ground into a black color representing death.

Netherland immediately contracted his muscles, squeezing out all the remaining blood contaminated with necromancy around the wound.

As a high-level totem warrior, Netherland can control every muscle of his body at will, preventing the blood flow near the wound at critical times. However, the flesh and blood near the wound was inevitably eroded by necromancy, and the flesh had already turned a dull black. Without any hesitation, the savage took out a small knife, rubbed it on his body, and stabbed it into the wound. The pain caused a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, but he endured the severe pain and cut off the rotten flesh around the wound. A wound the size of a coffee cup was left, until the wound returned to ruddy and no more black blood flowed out, then finally gave up, sprinkled some gray medicinal powder, and then the muscles contracted, closing the wound, and took it out from the carry-on skin bag. Needle and thread, like sewing the sole of a shoe, sutured the wound very roughly.

It was only at this time that Netherland finally relaxed a little, took a few breaths, took out the water bottle around his waist, took a few mouthfuls, and ate two mouthfuls of black bread harder than a stone, intending to regain his strength. Return to the rebel camp and report the situation here.

A powerful necromancer suddenly appeared on the side of the Royal Army, and this information must be reported back as soon as possible.

At present, on the battlefield in the northern province, there are only two legends, Silabel and Sihanu Lawrence, so when Green showed the strength to crush high-level totem warriors, the barbarian Netherlands was keenly aware of it. This may become a factor affecting the war situation.

However, at this moment, a slight movement aroused the barbarian's vigilance, causing him to suddenly stand up from under the tree, draw out his giant sword on alert, and stand in front of him, looking around, hoping to find out who was alert in his heart. source.

"What's the matter?" Nedland frowned. He had clearly sensed danger just now, and suspected that it might be the enemy's pursuers searching for it. However, he has already entered the jungle, he has also dealt with the wound, and his strength has recovered a lot. Even if there are many people on the other side, as long as the terrifying necromancer does not come, he is confident enough to use the terrain to fight back.

But after being on alert for a long time, the Netherlands did not find any trace of the chasing soldiers, and even the fleeting sense of danger just now disappeared.

"Is it my delusion?" Nederland had self-doubt, but he definitely couldn't stay here any longer. He turned around and was about to leave here, but the moment he turned around, his expression froze and his pupils shrank into needles. .

He didn't know when, a figure appeared behind him, less than three meters away from him.

Subconsciously, the barbarian wanted to swing the great sword, but found that his hands were shaking because of fear, and he couldn't hold the great sword that was usually as flexible as a knife in his hand.

"Legend!" A flash of thought came to the Netherlands. He had seen the legendary powerhouse among the barbarians, and he had also seen the leader of the rebel army in the northern province, Sihanu Lorenzo.

Maybe it was because they belonged to the same camp, the two people didn't feel so scary to him, but now he turned around and saw this ghostly figure behind him, but it gave him a thought anytime, anywhere that he could die without burial Terrible Earth.

As a barbarian totem warrior, Netherland has a strong sense of honor. He is not afraid of death, and he still dares to fight even in the face of strong enemies. But there is a premise that the other party must be an enemy he has hope of defeating. Even if this hope is only one percent possible, he is still willing to fight for this glimmer of hope.

However, at this time, facing this black-winged angel with two pairs of black wings spread out behind him, wearing a dark red armor, condescending, expressionless, and staring at him icy like a Valkyrie, Netherland couldn't cheer up at all. From the slightest fighting spirit.

Even a totem warrior with powerful combat power of the same rank, facing a four-winged angel who spans two ranks, can grant him death at any time as long as the other party wants to at this distance.

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