MTL - Light Spirit Epic-Chapter 7 Guild Wars to the Magic Cave (on)

Chapter 7 is a fierce battle on the cave

After half an hour, the teenager found himself in the cell.

This small room is full of moisture, musty and **** smell, and the bones on the side seem to have been dead for quite some time, and countless disgusting bugs crawl on it.

He is not afraid of these things without feelings, but because of the instinct of biological instinct, he still moved his body and tried not to get close to those unclean things.

But he has no way to move the distance, and the body is restricted by thick and heavy chains. The metal from the chain whispered, and the rough and rusty surface of the chain, all of which made the teenager feel uncomfortable.

The door of the cell was opened, shaking off a lot of rust. The masked man waited outside the cell.

"Ready, you should be playing." He threw a young sword for the young man.

"Just this?" The vague dissatisfaction was revealed on the boy's face. In this era of fighting with lightsabers everywhere, people still have to wave an old and heavy sword.

The masked man sneered a sinister sneer. He didn't care about the life and death of the boy: "The simplicity is better. Give the expensive light sword to you, and what should I do?"

The teenager sighed reluctantly and picked up the iron sword. He almost wanted to use this to attack the masked man, but he knew that it was meaningless stupidity. He sighed and asked, "What about the opponent?"

"You will see it soon." The masked man pulled the chain and touched the boy like a keeper.

He took the teenager to a distance in the dark and quiet passage, and solved the juvenile's chain at the exit, then gave Arthur a foot and took him into the fighting field.

This is a death pit with a natural crystal cave. The walls are covered with sharp and sharp crystal columns to prevent the fighters from climbing the wall. There was some shadow in the upper platform, and Arthur knew that it was the nobles watching the game.

Arthur, who was thrown into the death pit, has not fully climbed up, and the opposite iron fence has been opened. Do not. It was hit by a giant beast across the fence.

It was a monster that the teenager had never seen before. It was rotten meat all over the body, and it was stinky in the mouth. There was no wise light in the eyes of the blood without wisdom.

"Ogre!" The teenager recalls a description similar to this monster from ancient books.

It is a monster that is more violent than a dragon. Dragon, because of wisdom, the key moments will always hesitate, it will always hurt when it is cut, and the moves will show flaws.

The ogre is completely born for fighting. The monster that died for the battle will not hurt or be tired. It will only kill all the time, until there is nothing left to kill. It is a pure killing machine.

The young man measured the iron sword in his hand, knowing that the rusty sword could not pass through the atrium of the monster, which was wrapped in strong muscles, and the weapon on the other hand - a big hammer, was too heavy to be used.

At the time of the juvenile guilty, the monster has already rushed up, aiming at the juvenile's head and hammering it down!

"Hey!" The boy ducked agilely and stabbed the monster's abdomen with a sword. The rusty sword was stuck between the ribs of the monster. The monster didn't even shake it, just swept it with a hammer.

In a hurry, the teenager took the opportunity to discard the iron sword and rolled over, avoiding this fatal blow.

The ogre had already backhanded a counter-shoot, and the hammer hit the head of the boy. Arthur turned his head and hid as if he had grown his eyes.

Snapped! The heavy hammer smashed on the ground, and the raised stone chips marked a few blood holes on the boy's face. But that was a minor injury that was irrelevant. Arthur didn't care, and he took time to get up.

The ogre violently sweeps through the air, while the teenager pays attention to dodge, and again and again to avoid the monster offensive!

In the high platform above it, after a magic mirror, the two figures looked at the teenager in the death pit.

"How? This is not bad?" asked the tall figure.

"To see the end." The other is relatively short, but still has a majestic figure.

As the voice just fell, Arthur in the death pit had found a way to fight back.

He pretended to fall and seduce the ogre.

The ogre slammed the hammer with impunity, thinking that he could solve the boy. He did not know his reckless attack and lost his focus.

When Arthur saw the opportunity, he swept his foot on the little toe of the ogre's toes. The ogre completely lost his balance, fell awkwardly, and slammed into a sharp stalagmites protruding from the ground, his head blossoming.

The young man climbed from the bloodstain of the monster if nothing had happened, wiped the blood from his body and returned to his iron sword.

This **** scene he has not seen, he has experienced countless times of thrilling death, this little thing.

"See it? It's like a monster." The tall figure said again.

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"It doesn't work like this." Another figure splashed the cold water.

"How can it not? Is the fighting ability unquestionable?"

"The problem is not the ability to fight. The other is a legendary monster. There is no weapon in his hand. In such a bad situation, he can keep calm and calmly win. Doesn't he have fear in his heart? For the demons, this kid is more like a monster. People who have no fear in their hearts will one day only go on the road of self-destruction. If he is led by his men, how many people will be buried with him? Can't be used."

"Even if you say this, "The tall figure still doesn't give up," test it again. I don't believe that there is really no fear in his heart. Maybe he is just overconfident?"

Arthur just breathed a sigh of relief, and the iron gate of the death pit opened again. Another monster crawled in. The giant-like creature had no weapons in hand, not even wearing armor, only wearing a weird helmet. The ugly iron helmet only has a line of slits for viewing.

The teenager sneered: "I don't even wear armor, but I have a helmet. What is hidden under the helmet?"

The other party probably couldn't understand the words of human beings. When they came up, they flew directly to Arthur.

The young man dexterously turned to avoid, turned back and saw a sword cut down, intending to take off the giant's head. Just before the blade fell, the boy felt a burning sensation in his hand. When he found that he was not good enough to throw away the iron sword, the blade of the iron sword had already been melted into a pool of molten iron and sizzled on the ground.

"Sure enough," Arthur stepped back and took a smoky hand, "The Cyclops."

Melting the iron sword is a good thing for the Cyclops. There is only one eye on the head, but the magic eye, which converges the photon, emits a glowing light that melts the steel in an instant. If anyone is shot by this kind of light, it will inevitably turn into coke, and it will inevitably die.

"Today's lucky, I met so many exotic animals in one day." The teenager waved a punch at the monster and made a provocative action. "Come on, one-eyed monster. Can you beat me?"

A light came in and the teenager rolled away. Two, three, and dozens of light spurt, the teenagers have escaped one by one, but he is also tired.

His physical strength has never been good, no matter how he exercises, he can only be transformed into the present appearance. His body is like a curse, the existence of being rejected by the photon, strong and strong for him, only the weak and always with him.

It’s such a young boy who is not physically strong. He clearly understands his weakness and knows that hard-hitting is not the way –

He is better at taking opponents than on brute force.

However, there are no weapons in hand. No, even if the broken iron sword is useless in hand, it will not be close to the Cyclops, and the melee weapons will not be used at all.

When people are in deep danger, wisdom does not necessarily work.

What should I do? What should I do? ! Is this the end? Nothing has been done, even the dream has not been realized, so I die here?

What should I do? What should I do? So unclear and dead in a place that no one knows? Even if you die, no one cares, no one will miss, and existence will be nothing, as if there has never been. Who will be willing to die? !

"Just kidding," the boy whispered, his voice screaming for years of anger: "How can I die in this place! Impossible!!"

The Cyclops saw the boy stop and immediately aimed at the boy. The one-eyed eye in his helmet flashed with blood-red light, and it seemed to be a powerful attack.

"Hello, ah!" Arthur came to a broken jar and grabbed a stone and threw it at the giant: "Go to you!!-"

All that is needed is just a little luck.

The stone draws a beautiful parabola and squats in the small seam of the giant helmet and gets stuck.

The "stone" that the teenager throws out is not an ordinary stone. It is an iron sword that has just been melted a little.

The scrap iron stuck in the giant's helmet and just greeted the hot rays of the Cyclops. At the nearest distance, it was hit by hot light, and the scrap iron instantly vaporized and swelled, causing a huge explosion.

boom--! !

The head of the Cyclops was blown up, and the violent waves of the huge explosion blew the boy, and the iron piece was tied to the boy like a shot. If he does not jump first and make a defensive posture, the debris may pierce his internal organs!

Arthur's thin body slammed into the stone wall, and he was not awake in an instant.

"Amount. The joke is big." In the two figures on the high platform, the relatively tall one turned and said: "I will inform the medical team immediately!"

"It's funny." Another figure, has been watching the boy calmly.

He just saw clearly that some of the debris was smuggled away from the juvenile by unnatural tracks, so the juvenile was not particularly hurt.

"Is this little devil even lucky?"

Really luck?

Or is it that the boy’s moment of being hit has distorted his fate and made the impossible possible?