I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 157 The Piercing Pain of the Pretty Elf

"Hiss... These weirdos are immune to magic!"

"No wonder they are not afraid of [Entanglement Technique]..."

"How do we fight this? Druids are not good at physical attacks..."

“Don’t mess around!

A group of members releases a summoning spell to limit the enemy's advancement!

Members of Group 2, come with me to defend the city gate!

Hey who! Go inform Xiling!

We need more combat power!"

For a moment, the druid station became noisy.

Due to management loopholes, the druids did not set up any measures such as alarm horns.

There were only about thirty people in total before, and the base was not big, so if anything happened, we just had to shout.

But now this is Oak Apartment and Ecological Farmland, even if you shout at the top of your lungs, few people will be able to hear you.

Although there were loopholes, the druids still rushed towards the city gate quickly.

Several members with melee capabilities ran very fast, especially the dual-sword warrior Tyrian.

The double swords of this handsome male moon elf were frozen into ice chips by the ice element. What he was holding before was an unused scimitar from the base warehouse, which was difficult to use.

Fortunately, these days, with Lin Liya's recommendation, I asked Lord Ivan to forge two beautiful rare steel swords for me according to my habits using the magical ice spell.

I originally wanted to plate it with a layer of refined gold, but the undead girl holding the refined gold went to undergo some ceremony, so I can only wait for a chance to get it later.

Tirian, full of energy with his new weapon, just ran to the city gate and saw that the wooden door of the garrison was smashed to pieces.

A warrior in black armor covered with spikes stood outside the door holding a meteor hammer, looking into the camp through the broken hole.

This is Tyrian's most hated opponent.

The shield warrior with a turtle shell can also break through the defense by moving and hitting quickly. You just need to pay attention to the attack of the other hand - after all, most of the shield warrior's skills are concentrated on the shield;

But these iron-clad guys armed with heavy weapons are actually much more difficult to deal with than shield warriors.

Although their defenses seem to have been weakened, they are often incredibly powerful and can be easily torn to pieces by just one blow.

However, I, who just got promoted, didn’t grow up eating fruits.

With a deft slide, Tirian cut directly into the enemy's blind spot at the door;

The two bright silver swords in his hands drew elegant arcs, sweeping away most of the spikes on the opponent's black iron armor.

After a successful charge, Tyrian quickly retreated, bringing down a heavy hammer on the ground where he had just stood.

At the same time, a muffled groan was heard from the black-armored warrior, as if the attack that had just cut off the spikes had also hurt the owner under the armor.

"Huh? I remember the oracle said that Ivan was a handsome human, not a pretty elf..."

The voice beneath the black armor was unusually cold, as if there were several razor blades stuck in the throat.

Tirian was very puzzled by this, but his warrior intuition told him that this was a perfect opportunity to attack.

He used his sliding step again, and the beautiful elf had already felt the sharpness of his new weapon.

With this strike, he was prepared to chop off his opponent's head.

But just as the tip of his sword was pointing at the opponent's neck, another meteor hammer swung over from the blind spot. Tirian had no time to change his moves, so he could only turn his body sideways and let his shoulder instead of his head bear the blow of the hammer, which was also studded with spikes.

"what--"

The piercing pain made Tyrian scream.

His shoulder blade and upper arm had been pierced by the spikes on the meteor hammer. His arm bone must have been broken, and several longer spikes had pierced into his lungs.

The moment the spike was pulled out of his body, Tyrian violently coughed up a large mouthful of blood;

His right hand could no longer hold the weapon, and the sword slipped out of his hand and stabbed diagonally into the ground.

This was the first time that Tyrian Riverblade had suffered such a serious injury since becoming a warrior.

When he was in the Elven Court, Tyrian was an "outsider" who cared too much about his appearance.

Therefore, he was rejected by the city defense team, even though his sword skills were the best among his peers.

What did the instructor in charge of recruitment say?

Ah... The guards need to give citizens a sense of security. My overly beautiful appearance will only cause trouble during patrols...

After the explosion of the sentry tower ten years ago, many soldiers of the garrison left the city defense team because they were dissatisfied with the pension policy.

Tirian was temporarily added to the city defense reserve camp.

It was also there that he met Ariella Moonshadow, who was responsible for the daily life of the warriors.

This kind and cute little girl made Tirian discover new beautiful things besides sword skills and skin care.

Together they visited the fruit stalls outside the Elf Courtyard and dodged the instructors who were enforcing discipline.

When the other soldiers in the reserve camp began to go crazy due to the impact of the subsidence, Tirian pulled the timid Ariella and used his superb sword skills to open an escape route.

Afterwards, the two decided to follow the human druid who dared to speak for the faithless and fight against the Elf Speaker.

Ariella was so happy when she was chosen to join the parade team.

She said this was her new home, and she should protect it well...

"So now, this is also my new home that I need to protect..."

Tirian murmured in a low voice, the severe pain made his vision begin to blur, but an excellent swordsman would never rely on his visual senses.

Giving up the movement of her right hand, the beautiful elf twisted her body without saying a word, making the long sword held in her left hand spin in a circle.

Even though it lost its balance, the elf's moves were still graceful.

The arc was so fast that it instantly chopped off the black-armored leader's iron helmet, revealing a waterfall of black hair and a face full of scars with a lip stud, a nose ring, and more.

This is a young human female.

“Damn elves!

Your resistance makes me sick, go to hell!"

Following a scream from the black-armored leader, the remaining five black-armored warriors no longer held back. They rushed forward quickly, as if marching in some kind of battle formation, and swung their weapons at Tirian in unison.

"Same trick... poof!"

Before Tyrian could finish his words, he was hit in the lower back by the spiked hammer. His kidneys and probably other internal organs were severely damaged.

What was even more terrifying was that several spikes had pierced into his spine, causing the elf warrior to lose all sense of the existence of his lower body for a moment.

It's not over yet... Ariella's new home... can't be destroyed like this...

We have already lost a home...

The pain that tore his soul apart made Tirian unable to utter a single syllable.

But the warrior's terrifying willpower allowed him to spin his weapon with one hand and cut off an attacking meteor hammer;

Immediately afterwards, another straight stab pierced into the chest armor of a black-armored warrior.

Unfortunately, the opponent dodged the attack by leaning sideways, leaving only a trail of blood on the sword, without piercing the vital points.

Tirian's bravery completely angered the six warriors.

They held their weapons upright in front of their chests, as if it were some kind of silent ritual. After a breath, as if one brain was operating six arms, these hideous weapons with spikes were swung towards the elves again.

Although his eyes could see the trajectories of the six weapons, his body was completely unable to move.

Tirian raised his mouth in self-mockery. What kind of hero is it for a beginner warrior to pretend to be a hero...

He half-closed his eyes and looked at the sky, and the whistling meteor hammer was all he could see in his peripheral vision.

boom!