I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 435 Sandbags and Perspective

brush--

A strong wind swept through.

The rough black-gold war hammer smashed the [Extreme Cold Pearl] in mid-air into powder.

zizi.

Immediately, the surface of the hammer head of the warhammer captured from the dark elves was stained with a layer of azure blue, and a deep and cold white mist was floating down.

Then Rhodes swung his right hand, and another slime black sword was held in his hand.

A foul, rotten smell quickly spread over the sword, and a thick green fog of plague emerged on the sword.

The Plague Domain's domain skill [Saprophytic Integration].

Add to that the corrosion field that Slime Black has, a double field!

The fighting spirit of the Star Ambusher flashed behind Rhodes and threw [Prey Desire] at him.

[Prey Desire: Mark the target. When the target is in a state of hatred towards you, your agility will be increased by 25%. This skill will be ineffective when the target is more than 500 meters away.]

He snorted and sneered, "Round two, half-elf."

The half-elf before him was just stronger than him, but not invincible.

This opponent is just right for him to test and hone his skills after he is promoted to the seventh level!

Moreover, he doesn't know any spiritual skills, he's just a pure flesh sandbag, which is hard to come by!

Because of this, he banned Terry from participating in the war.

"field?"

When half-elf Virgil saw the man in front of him holding ice mist in one hand and poison mist in the other, the contempt on his face immediately disappeared.

"So what? With my well-tempered body, I can crush you to pieces!"

Bang!
The floor tiles exploded, the air currents spread out across the sky, and Virgil disappeared.

The two collided again!
The noise of battle resounded throughout the sky of Axe Beach.

The militia's war horns are booming through the town!
On the street, Winna Puwell, who had slipped out of the Naga tent against the fleeing residents, stopped in horror.

I saw the smoke on the spire of the ancient castle not far away.

When she came to the town this time, she left some of her money and cherished belongings in a house in Axe Beach, including her parents' handwritten letters, photos and mementos, which meant a lot to her.

I fled in such a hurry after being attacked yesterday that I didn't have time to take it with me.

She didn't mean to violate the soul contract she had signed with Rhodes, she just wanted to take these precious things with her before leaving completely.

"Mr. Rhodes?"

As a fair trader of the soul contract, Rhodes allowed Terry to open up some permissions to her so that she could see her position.

Mainly to comfort this fragile guy.

And at this time.

From the soul contract, Wen Na could clearly feel that Rhodes was in the Earl's Castle which was in turmoil.

But. Why?
He clearly said he wanted to stay out of it, but from the brief time we spent together, it seems he's also a profiteer.

But there are also slight differences.

Wen Na could see that although this man was promiscuous, he should be good to his women. Just look at how the arrogant succubus was raised so delicately.

"Could it be that he is...?"

Wen Na looked strange.

Because she has the blood of Lilith, her appearance has always been unique among humans, and it has been a long time since she was coveted by men.

What's more, for a lustful man like Rhodes, it is inevitable that he would have wild thoughts.

"Alas, I am only interested in revenge, so I don't have the mind for this."

Wen Na just felt embarrassed.

It is true that Rod is handsome and powerful, and he is almost a one-to-one match with the heroes in the novels.

But after seeing the rough scene of Rhodes entangled with the beautiful Naga woman in bed, it was hard for him to have any other thoughts.

But she thought again. What if Mr. Rhodes could really kill all the people from Nabugo Torres or Zhentarim?

Wen Na couldn't help but imagine the scene of her revenge.

“I have to go check it out.”

Buzz!
The roar of the battle horn awakened the slightly depressed old militia captain.

The eyes under the white eyebrows suddenly opened, shooting out two terrifying rays of light.

"Adjutant! Line up!"

He straightened his back, ignored the chaotic streets, and gave orders expressionlessly towards the training ground.

Then he turned and went into his room. Even his gray beard and hair could not stop him from neatly tying up the long sword that had accompanied him for thirty years and getting ready.

Beside him, a male half-deer man with his arms crossed said frivolously:
"Hey, old man Ed, it's time to figure it out, right? What's the point of staying in this little Axe Beach?"

"I have family here."

"Family is family. They should have their own lives, and so should you."

"I'm old, just an old guy that no one likes."

"But your [Hero Enhancement] is the most activated I've ever seen. So what if you're in your sixties? It's the age for striving! Old Ed, you need to learn to step out of your comfort zone. Trust me, if you accept becoming a [Hero Candidate], you'll definitely unleash strength far beyond the other candidates!"

"Haha, Half-Deer Man, I know what you're trying to gain from this. Being too clever doesn't end well, just like it did for me."

"You can't be blamed for messing up the capture of Winna Puwell. The man who rescued her is a pure monster with terrifying spiritual power. If you encounter him, you'd better run away first. Otherwise, with your aging mid-level seventh-level skills, you probably won't be able to withstand a single blow."

Old Captain Ed didn't answer and slammed the door open to leave.

As usual, he glanced at the neatly lined militia troops to make sure they looked and looked fine.

A resolute and cold voice emanated from his throat.

"Let's go! Rescue Lord Bugo!"

boom! ! !
The long-handled black-gold warhammer, dragging a white, extremely cold mist, brushed past the tip of the half-elf Virgil's nose, staining half of his face with blue ice crystals.

The warhammer slammed into the ground, and the heavy spiritual power it carried instantly smashed the thick earth and stone floor into a deep pit like a spider web.

The vibrating energy and frost exploded outwards in an instant.

Virgil took a breath, and a sharp pain came from his slightly collapsed chest, which was a mixture of flesh, blood and ice crystals.

I felt that the plague in my abdomen had invaded my lungs, and my head and internal organs were aching all over.

However, he still fought hard with his Qi and frost, and advanced forward.

A burst of white air flow, but still an extremely simple straight punch, pressed forward again with all his might.

The man in front of him was still calm and unhurried. He stepped on the ground with one foot, and seven or eight huge steel vines broke out of the ground.

Virgil was prepared. His arms, like iron pillars, were corroded and the flesh was curled up, but he was still able to cut all the steel vines by stirring forward.

At the same time, he moved sideways to avoid the terrifying plague-ridden sword in the opponent's right hand, and threw another straight punch, hitting the temple!

Bang! ! !
The man was knocked away again and crashed into another wall, causing debris to fall.

Then in less than a moment, he stood up again safely.

“This is the nth time.”

Virgil's heart sank.

This man is obviously only at level seven, but his defense is terrifyingly strong. I almost manage to break him every time, but I just can't do it.

The most important thing is that he has countless tricks up his sleeve, and the spiritual power in his body seems to be endless, and he doesn't look weak at all!
Virgil had been convinced until just now that it was just an illusion.

He didn't think a seventh-level cultivator could compete with him in terms of endurance.

But now?

He wasn't sure.

Virgil concentrated and tried not to lose heart, and was about to stride forward when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked down in surprise and saw that it was the black sword wrapped in plague that had penetrated his well-tempered body.

when?
(End of this chapter)