"Dang!"
After a brief contact, the short body quickly retreated.
He squinted his eyes and spat on the ground.
"Witcher, how did you recognize me?"
Arwen moved his wrist, "Oh, I don't remember that serious dwarves have the habit of braiding beards."
Dwarf Glenn clenched the ax handle with both hands, "So that's it..."
He screamed strangely, and eight figures emerged from the pine forest.
They were wearing leather armor, and five of them looked very similar to Glenn. They were dwarves.
"Hey, brother Glenn, we are here to help you!"
The dwarves shouted and laughed wildly.
The other two were slender, holding slender bows and arrows, and wore green hats on their heads with bright feathers on their sides. Under their green hair, there was a pair of pointed ears.
Elf.
Arwen just glanced at it, and a word already appeared in his mind.
Scoia'tael, an organization formed by a gathering of non-human species.
Its purpose is to drive humans out and use all possible means to restore their former territory.
Also, he once saw an article in "The Witcher".
It is recorded that the dwarves of Mahakam will not braid their beards, except for the dwarves who join Scoia'tael, who will use this as a distinction.
And now it seems that the combination of elves and dwarves in front of us is already showing that the prototype of Scoia'tael has appeared.
The archer Vaughn showed anger on his face and raised his arrow to shoot, but was easily avoided by the elf.
Mia got into the bushes, and another elf quickly chased after him.
For Arwen, the situation is very passive.
Dwarf Glenn licked his thick lips, raised his forehead, and looked contemptuously.
"To be honest, I don't want to compete with you."
"Think about what they used to call you?"
"Monstrum? Damn inhuman race?"
"How wonderful it is to hear their screams of terror now."
"Put down your sword, we should be friends, right?"
Arwen's eyes were cold, his right hand was raised flat, and his palm was loose.
Dwarf Glenn showed a greedy smile in his eyes, "That's right, eight versus three, no, it will be eight versus one soon. My mother told me that only a good boy is obedient and obedient."
"The demon hunter who just killed Wyvern needs a good rest."
"Oh, you are right..."
The demon hunter loosened his fingers and let the silver sword fall.
Before the silver sword could fall to the ground, the dwarf Glenn swooped out, slashing with his two-handed axe, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air roared past.
Arwen reached over his shoulder, grasped the hilt of the sword tightly in his palm, and slashed with the giant sword.
The swords clashed and sparks flew everywhere.
The muscles of both arms are knotted like dragons.
The majestic sword blade crushed the sharp energy erupting from the two-handed axe.
The heavy force shook the dwarf's arms, forcing him to take a few steps back before steadying himself.
Arwen looked down at the other party with cat eyes and a cold voice.
"But you still have the strength to kill me."
Pressing down hard with both arms, the dwarf pushed hard and retreated backwards.
His eyes were shocked.
As a warrior clan, strong muscle strength is their innate talent.
Even the demon hunter with a huge sword on his back no longer cared about it after seeing the other person's young face.
Dwarf Glenn looked at Arwen walking towards him, his expression gradually became sinister, and he let out a sigh.
"Damn Monstrum!"
Arwen lowered his eyes slightly, and heard the sound of stepping behind him.
The dwarf Glenn's ax blade was getting closer and closer. He raised his sword to block it, then turned around and pressed it with his left hand.
"Get away!"
A fan-shaped impact burst out.
The "Scoia'tael" dwarf who sneaked behind him was bombarded to the ground.
Arwen stepped forward, [Giant Bloodline]'s energy and blood surged, and he swung the entire giant sword with one hand.
The vertical pupils are ferocious, and the aura is frightening.
"Titus, danger!"
Dwarf Glenn shouted.
But the giant blade held high was like the sword of Damocles, swung down hard.
The dwarf Titus's eyes were so frightened that his soul was still alive, his whole head was cut into pieces, and his blood flowed out like a stream, steaming out.
The arrogant faces of the remaining four "Scoia'tael" dwarves all froze at this moment, showing horror.
"I'm going to kill you!"
The sharp ax rose in response, and Quen Sign shattered, cutting off the sharp aura.
But this blow still struck Arwen firmly on the back, slicing the cloak and making the sound of ripping the leather jacket.
Dwarf Glenn's eyes were filled with madness, as if he had seen the opponent's skin and flesh being torn apart.
"Qiang!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.
Dwarf Glenn stared wide-eyed, looking at his two-handed axe, as if it had struck steel.
Just like Royal Wyvern just now, but the other party is a beast and doesn't know how to use Quen Sign.
Arwen snorted, exhaled a breath of turbid air, made a quick seal with his left hand, and then clenched the giant sword tightly with both hands.
The gray vertical pupils suddenly turned around, and the whistling sword slashed down with a powerful mental impact.
"Too weak."
Dwarf Glenn hurriedly raised his ax to block, but the giant sword directly knocked him to the ground.
"Witchcraft... is damned witchcraft!"
Dwarf Glenn bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the severe pain forced him to stay awake.
Arwen raised his foot and kicked the ax in his hands away.
The dwarf Glenn was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were broken.
"Vatt'ghern!"
Arwen's body paused, this is the ancient language of elves.
It means witcher.
The elf grabbed a woman's neck with one hand, his blue eyes cold.
"Put down your sword and we'll let you go."
Arwen Looking out of the corner of his eye, the archer Vaughn has been eliminated by the elves.
The frightened head hung on the waist of another elf like a trophy.
Mia turned pale and pretty, gritted his teeth and said, "Demon hunter, leave me alone, I'm not that weak."
Arwen noticed a corner of the glass bottle hidden under her sleeve robe.
But there is an elf standing behind her, and any strange movement will attract the other person's attention.
The elf holding Mia's neck tightened his palms and sneered, "Haha, but your body is constantly trembling, like a bug in a spider's web, you are so scared."
Mia rolled his eyes and breathed hard.
The wind came and a dagger was stabbed into Arwen's thigh.
"I stabbed, I stabbed this Monstrum!"
The sneak attacker dwarf shouted excitedly, and dwarf Glenn clapped his hands.
Blood stained the black leather pants.
Arwen's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even frown at the stinging pain that would be unbearable for ordinary people.
The two elves under the pine forest both had joy in their eyes.
The five fingers are firmly inserted into the skin, and Mia's throat can be cut at any time, forcing the other party to open his mouth and let out a hoarse gasp.
The glass bottle under the nun's sleeves fell to the ground and broke.
"Boom!"
The magic power exploded like a tsunami, turning into green smoke that filled the sky.
The smile on the elf's face did not fade away, but his whole person suddenly became distorted and disappeared immediately.
Mia's body softened and he took a big breath of air.
"Quack quack quack!"
Two ugly frogs jumped up on the grass, making a harsh cry, accompanied by the surging sword wind of Arwen.
With just one strike of the sword, the dwarf Glenn who crawled to pick up the ax was split in half.
Mia couldn't relieve Suffocation's pain in time and shouted in a hoarse voice.
"30 seconds... only 30 seconds to transform!"
Before she finished speaking, her beautiful eyes condensed and her heartbeat accelerated.
Arwen The black cloak was pulled open by the strong wind, like an angry lion rushing into the flock of sheep, opening its cold claws.