The chain also drew an arc and whipped down, almost hitting Brokvall in the face.

But it doesn't matter.

The sword missed, and Brokvall threw a backhand punch, aiming at the side of the opponent's head. Fleina couldn't help but wink when she saw this - just like many opponents who thought Brokvall was stupid, she saw that

The little man named Silas was knocked away directly.

Brocvall followed. Although Silas struggled to get up and finally regained his footing, he only delayed the inevitable result slightly.

Being able to become Fleina's blood ally, Brokvall is not just as simple as "looking strong".

Although he is a bit superstitious, in terms of fighting style, Brokvall is quite clean and tidy - after gaining the upper hand, he decisively moves forward, intending to directly hit the target.

Silas focused his eyes on the weapon of this Freljord barbarian.

The hilt of the sword was inlaid with a pale ice crystal, which was shining brightly, and the blade was covered with a layer of cold white frost.

The magic emitted by that ice crystal was something Silas had never seen before - it was raw and fierce, and only a part of its power was released.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! But even so, Silas can still feel its magic through his skin. That power is so familiar, as if he was inspired by the one in the Forbidden Prison.

The woman who escaped from the prison used exactly this kind of power.

The woman's power brought him back to life, driving away the coldness in his body and the deathly gray color on his fingertips.

In comparison, the power on this ice crystal is older and more massive.

If you can come across it...

With a roar, Sylas moved forward to meet the Freljordian.

His goal was very pure. Silas had confirmed through the previous fight that he was no match for this physically strong barbarian - in a one-on-one battle, the opponent almost completely crushed him.

His body was tall and flexible, but he was as weak as a child in comparison.

In this case, the only way to win was to take away the power from the one-handed sword in his hand. Silas believed that that power was enough to escape from the siege of these barbarians.

In addition, I am no longer afraid of the severe cold. From now on, the sky is brighter and the sea is brighter, and I am bound to achieve great things!

Thinking of this, he took the initiative to approach Brokvall, focusing all his attention on defense and alert - he thought clearly, just get out of the way, and then put the chain of the forbidden magic stone on the opponent.

With the weapon, you can capture the opponent's power!

Brocvall obviously didn't know what Silas was planning. Seeing that this weak warm-blooded man dared to come here to seek death, he snorted heavily from his nostrils, and then waved the one-handed sword again.

That's it now!

Silas's face lit up, and he threw out the magic stone chain in his hand, throwing it directly into Brokvall's hand.

The next moment, the forbidden magic stone chain touched the sword, and an indescribable power came from it. Before Silas could feel joy, a layer of fine ice crystals appeared on his entire body.

Then, under everyone's surprised gazes, he threw his head back and fell down with a thud.
Chapter completed!