The Godsfall Chronicles

Sky Cloud City underground tunnel, pitch black, dead silence, shady.

A small mouse drilled out slowly, gauging the area with great vigilance, moving forward with caution, unknowingly approaching the shadow curled in the corner of the wall. Because the shadow is immobile, the mouse mistakenly assumes that there is no threat, and at this critical moment, the shadow is pounding.

The rat screamed.

A teenager caught the mouse before the mouse could continue struggling, biting it on the back of the mouse, severely tearing a piece of mouse skin flesh and spilling a bite of bloody blood.

“Ouch!”

The teenager obviously did not have the adaptability for wildlings to eat anything. He did not wait to swallow something into his stomach and immediately vomited by the smell of rotten stench. It was just that he had been hungry for several days. There was nothing in his stomach. All he vomited was bile gastric juice.

Young people know that if they want to live, they have to endure it. He is not willing to die here like this. Only if he can survive can he avenge himself and do what he has to do. The teenager thought about it and he bit it again, forcing himself to swallow disgusting food into his stomach.

This is when the light comes from behind.

How can there be light in this place?

The teenager turned back sharply and the light lit up his face, his long hair was messy and his face was dirty. His face was handsome and friendly, but at this moment, his eyes were covered with blood, the corners of his mouth were covered with mouse blood, and beside the silk mouse fur, he looked disgusting and nasty, his hands and feet were chained and his body was injured in several places.

The teenager's throat made a low hissing mute: “Who! ”

Slowly out of the dark aisle, a man in black with a light, black boots, black pants, black gloves, black hood on his head, even his face covered with a black mask, revealed only a pair of dark black eyes, with a light in his left hand, but made people feel dark and weird.

Optimus did not answer, just to gauge each other, he bent over to put the divine lamp around him, his right hand pulled from the waist, the black dagger was silently pulled out. Although the sword was dim and bland, under the light, there was a strange and dangerous feeling.

The teenager fled the wind, realizing that it might be someone from Sky Cloud City who had sent to hunt him down, hurriedly retreated a few steps, and his subconscious tried to escape.

Who knows, just at this moment, the engine rushes forward.

Dang!

The drifting wind was completely blind to each other's velocity and felt that the handcuffs and feet were shattered and a long-running freedom was completely restored to the body. Engine Heaven's left hand threw another thing, like an arrow towards the wind, the wind rushed slightly to the side, only heard the crisp bang, black steel pipe into the wall.

Something thrown out of the sky, the drifting wind will not fail to recognize, this is the demon hunter's weapon exorcism stick. The drifting wind could not understand the black man's movements. When he saw the engine sky in the past, he saw the other side standing silently in the dark. Even the lamp shined on him, as if slightly distorted, unable to really shine on him. The black sword was slightly murderous.

“Pull it out. ”

Optimus speaks, probably not very often. Optimus sounds a little dull, making it impossible to tell the true age. But the flight is to understand each other's intentions, and Optimus is giving him a chance to fight.

If that's the case, then fight!

The drifting wind pulled the exorcism stick out of the wall, the strong desire for survival and the belief of vengeance stirred in his chest. He jumped like a gust of wind and attacked the active magic. Despite several days of hunger and thirst, his body still erupted with great strength and speed.

It's still very nice to get away from the wind, at least a lot stronger than the average soldier, but the exorcism stick can be stabbed four times and cut twice, but the man in black is as light as a feather without weight, every time he floats outside the attack area, the wind doesn't even touch his corner.

Optimus Believers lifted the Scorpion Sword.

Drilling heartache from the wind's shoulders.

The black blade plunges into the shoulder of the drifting wind.

The drifting wind was only slightly stunned, and the roar of anger broke out, blocking the scorpion sword with one blow, and the exorcism stick stabbed the neck of the engine again. With the sword gently swinging away, it was very easy to unravel the exorcism stick, and the sword again caused a wound from the wind chest. The displaced wind ignored the wounds, and he continued his attack, culminating in another sword on his thigh.

The two of them fought each other for seven or eight rounds, and the drifting wind tried its best but still couldn't touch each other's body, but every time Engine Heaven strikes back, it causes wounds on the drifting wind, and every wound is not lethal. The strength of the two of them is different. Engine Heaven has not stopped killing the killer. Do you want to torment the drifting wind to death?

The drifting wind knew he was not the opponent, and he launched a suicide attack.

Fluttershy.

He just kicked it on the floor.

The exorcist stick, Tinker Bell, took off his hand and got out.

Out of the wind, he gasped heavily, his wounds hurt so badly that he could barely stand up. He slammed the ground with anger, sending out the beast's near-death cry.

Optimus still stands where he is. His position has not changed since the beginning of the battle. He can see how much more than the drifting wind can swim. At this moment, his dark eyes locked away from the wind, but there was no glimpse in his eyes, neither hot nor cold, some merely indifferent, a kind of indifference that had no pity for the enemy or killed him.

“Is that all you can do? ”

While the sky broke the silence, the artifact scorpion was truly awakened, and the surface of the pitch-black blade emitted purple and black energy, wrapped like a flame, like the sword of the dead brought out of the underworld prison. Though the wind was unaware of the scorpion's horrors, he had also seen that it was an artifact and an extremely dangerous artifact.

A demon hunter?

In other words, from the very beginning, not only has Eugene not used his full strength, but he has not even been able to fight seriously. The wind is desperate, and such a terrible adversary is definitely not something he can resist.

“Since strength is so weak,” The Scorpion of Burning slowly walked in, “and you didn't have to survive, so let's get you on the road. ”

The drifting wind looked at each other raising the scorpion, his heart was horrified and frightened, he knew he could never stop the sword, is he really going to die here at the hands of this hunter? How can he die here without vengeance when the wind is out of his mind?

Think of it here.

The runaway wind recaptured the exorcism stick.

Oogway was not fast, he chopped it in slow motion.

But it's true that the speed is relative, Optimus thinks it's not fast, the wind feels as fast as lightning. When he first picked up the exorcism stick, the deadly scorpion stabbed right in front of him. The threat of death overshadowed him when he fled the wind. Even if he had not heard of the Scorpion, he knew that the Warcraft was not simple. How could he have any hope of surviving in the Spirit of the Artifact now?

Life and death are at a critical juncture.

The runaway wind roared again, and he could feel very clearly that there was subtle energy coming out of his body, resonating instantly with the weapon in his hand. When the exorcism stick stops, it runs at high speeds, producing powerful forces from which a thunderous whistle can be heard and even sparkling with friction with the air.

The power of the artifact!

How dare you activate artifact power!

It is true that the drifting wind has detected the potential of the hunter, but without formal training in the use of magic instruments and possession of any artifact, it is incredible to awaken the power of the exorcist, a talent few even look at Sky Cloud City as a whole.

Not so much thought out of the wind.

Because of the death threat, he didn't have time to think so much.

Stray wind waves the exorcism stick straight towards the engine, the moment the scorpion collides with the exorcism stick.

Scorpion Sword Silk does not move.

Exorcism sticks fly directly.

A loud bang.

The exorcist stick plunged into the wall again, and under heavy force, large sections of the wall were torn. The drifting wind revealed a stunned state, which he thought was powerful enough, but in the eyes of the engine, it was not worth mentioning.

A short sword burning in purple and black flames will stab your throat.

It's over!

My life is over!

The flushing wind is waiting for death, but the feeling of throat piercing did not come, because the blade of the sky stopped less than a centimeter away from the wind's neck.

And why is that?

The dangerous smell of the scorpion vanished and the purple and black flames scattered.

Optimus plunged the weapon into the sheath and said softly, "Pick up your weapon. ”

The runaway wind again finds it difficult to understand: "What do you mean? ”

“I repeat, pick up your weapon.” Optimus looks at him coldly: “From today on, I'll teach you three days. You can learn as much as you want, it's up to you. ”

The drifting wind can't believe its own ears.

Although he has never heard of the name of Eugene, from the strength shown by the other party, this is definitely not something ordinary hunters can possess, 100% is a senior hunter, even in the face of winter snow and other people do not have to give face, he actually said to teach him, what is the point? He's a fugitive!

“Don't ask, don't think, don't thank me, just be entrusted.” Optimus said, “I owe him a favor, and this time it's paid off. ”

Who could possibly entrust such a person?

But it's not important anymore. Instead of being killed by each other, it's a very rare opportunity for him to get such a senior hunter willing to teach him!

The drift wind also knows that it is no longer possible to become a hunter in his own capacity, and now contact with this strange hunter is likely to be his only professional training.

“What are you gonna teach me? ”

“Because of time constraints, we teach survival first. ”

Being out of the wind and squeezing his fist right away, survival is now of the utmost importance to him.