Ryan's Sword

Chapter 174 Chapter 170
"By the way, Agas." Seeing his friend ignoring him, Paris approached Ian as if he had just remembered something, and said curiously, "The moves you used just now seem to be similar to the sword skills we usually practice. It's not the same, did you research it yourself? That kind of continuous stab attack looks quite handsome, how about teaching me when you have time?"

"...Okay, I have time to teach you!" Ian stretched out a finger and pushed Paris's head back gently, and replied with a sigh.At this time, he no longer intends to study the brain circuit of the little prince, because he feels that this must be a huge and difficult project.

"Okay, let's get down to business." Ian glanced at the wolf corpses all over the ground, and asked, "Seeing that you came here so fast, have all the wolves in other directions been dealt with?"

"Of course, you don't want to see who did it." Paris folded his arms around his chest, flicked his blond hair and gave Ian a sideways glance, "The wolves that entered the desert have all been dealt with, I don't like Someone, it takes so much effort to deal with a dozen little wolves."

Ian felt a "well"-shaped blue vein popping up on his forehead unconsciously. Paris, who had returned from victory, seemed to have regained the self-confidence that had been slightly frustrated before, and returned to the proud state of youthful flying.What's more, it is not a wise move to discuss topics such as killing speed with this guy who relies on space elements for a living.

Replying Paris with a big white eyeball, Ian said: "Since the wolf pack has been killed, the enemy should have noticed it. And they have lost our exact coordinate position, and now it is our turn to take the initiative to attack gone."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go now!" Hearing Ian's words, Pariston was gearing up.He was forced to flee by a few orcs who were in a group before. Although he did not suffer any substantial damage, the rather embarrassed posture still made the little prince feel inexplicably ashamed.

In any case, this place must be found.

"Don't worry." Seeing the little prince jumping happily, Ian put his hand on his shoulder and said, "The question now is, how far can you move me with your ability?"

"Well..." Paris glanced at the rock pillar above the two, then gestured and said: "With my current ability, I can probably take you from here to the top of the rock. If the distance is farther , then I can only throw you in the cracks in the space."

"... I don't know if I should say MMP or not."

"Ha, what do you mean?"

Even though he knew Paris was telling the truth, seeing him grinning so heartlessly, Ian still felt a desire to beat someone up.

The two laughed and rushed all the way to the border between the forest and the desert, but at the moment the orc team was not in such a good mood.

The closer to the desert ahead, the more gloomy the gray-haired werewolf's one-eyed heart became.The special sensory link between him and the warg can no longer convey any signal of life. Even if he doesn't want to admit it in his heart, the whole army of wargs belonging to him may have been wiped out.

It seems that considering the mood of Cyclops at this time, the advancing orc team also fell into silence.But soon, the Tauren Guderian's heavy nasal voice broke the roar of the wind and sand: "There is a smell of blood ahead."

The gazes of the other orcs followed his words and looked into the distance, only to see black and red spots appearing on the taupe ground.The several powerful orcs were not ordinary people. When they used their eyesight enough, they could clearly see the corpses of wargs that had collapsed in the scarlet land.

Although such a result had already been expected, when his teammates sent back such news, the one-eyed sharp claws still pierced his palm in the first place. "Everyone," he said with an unconcealable sadness in his remaining eyes, "I have lost all value in this battle, please don't worry about my life and death, be sure to kill the enemy!" Die here." There was not much impassionedness in his words, but more of a pain that was more mournful than death.For this pursuit mission, he has already paid too much. Even if the mission is successfully completed, what awaits him may be nothing more than an apology with death.

When asking for reinforcements from the clan, Cyclops had already anticipated such a result, but it wasn't until this moment that he really felt powerless.

"In that case, speed up."

For the request for postgraduate study, the lion-man Sphinx nodded silently in agreement.

The bear man and the tauren nodded one after another, and then they stopped caring about the one-eyed speed and rushed forward.With the physique of these three orcs, even well-trained war horses may not be able to catch up with their short-distance running speed, so when they no longer stay strong, they immediately rolled up three noisy clouds of smoke and went away quickly.

"what?"

Near the wolf carcass that the orc team was observing, Paris, who was crouching on a high place, suddenly let out a small gasp, and immediately, without much movement, his body turned into a flash of light and disappeared on the spot.

Looking at Paris who suddenly appeared in his lurking place, Ian couldn't help asking in surprise, "What did you find?"

"The orcs have split up, and the three guys who are more capable of fighting seem to have abandoned the old werewolf and rushed towards us." Paris immediately told Ian what he had observed, and frowned and concluded: "But I'm not sure if this is their trick."

"Probably not." Ian also frowned slightly, then shook his head and said: "According to the fighting habits of orcs, they will take the initiative to give up useless people in order to pursue victory in the battle. We killed all the wolves just now, then The gray-haired werewolf, the commander behind the wolves, has completely lost its effect on them, and it is not a big deal even if they are abandoned."

"Then..." Paris nodded and asked, "Then should we kill that werewolf first?"

"Of course, being able to command such a large number of wolves alone, his status in the orc army is definitely not low." For the enemy, Ian has never had too much mercy, "Instead of letting him go back, it is better to leave him here completely " As he spoke, he patted the little prince's shoulder, "So, I entrust this arduous task to you."

This time, it was Paris' turn to roll his eyes at Ian, and said, "It's so far away from that werewolf, wouldn't it be difficult for you to make it if I went?" As he said that, the figure of the little prince flashed suddenly, and immediately Disappeared in place.

(End of this chapter)