Chapter 170: The Snowman's Fall

Two figures strolled in the pool of blood in Longxiao Palace, one of them wore the simplest black robe and cloth shoes, while the other wore a full set of heavy armor with jingling keels.

Neutral adventurer Thousand Night Lion Roar and Dragonborn Angelina.

The bald man in a black robe put two fingers on the long scabbard around his waist. He chanted the indistinguishable scriptures softly, like a bloodthirsty beast that was about to emerge from the scabbard. Angelina's face was hidden under the heavy helmet made of keels. The top of the helmet was raised high with bone ornaments made of dragon horns. The ivory heavy armor was stained with a large amount of blood. It was difficult for the keel of good texture to stain these blood stains. These blood would drip down the natural arc of the surface before solidifying.

She took off the heavy battle bow made of dragon's ribs from behind, put on a feather arrow, and easily shot through a warrior's throat. The latter covered his throat and looked at the round shield in disbelief. The heavy arrow had not yet disappeared after shooting through the leather shield and inserted it into his neck accurately. The arrow with multiple fangs tear a big bloody hole in his fragile neck, running back and forth.

He fell from the second floor of Longxiao Palace and fell to the ground with a thump.

In front of the throne in the hall of Longxiao Palace, three neat rows of warriors held weapons, and stood firmly and bravely in front of the invaders. Everyone was wearing armor and holding the best weapons in their hands.

Gustav, the lord of Xueman City, stood at the forefront of the three rows of warriors with fearless courage. His assistant, the most trusted leader of the guard, and the dark elf Iriles, who had participated in the battle against the dragon, made an angry whistle between his teeth when he saw the slaughter.

"Dragonborn! You actually did such a sinful thing! We all misread you!"

The Dark Elf's escort general said this in her heart for her Lord. When this mysterious traveler helped Xueman City withstand the attack of the dragon, everyone thought she was a traditional Nord-like hero. She was about to follow the ancient prophecy and embark on a journey to save the world. However, after only half a month, she betrayed the people she should save, trampled on the provisions of morality and law, and put her hands on the blood of innocent people, becoming the most cruel butcher in the entire Skyrim Province.

Even so far, they didn't know why these two people suddenly entered Xueman City and began to massacre the guards of Xueman City. Judging from the information they have now, they took action the moment they stepped into the city gate. Several guards guarding the city gate were beheaded by a man in black. The guards on the whistle tower were also nailed to the wall by a deadly feather arrow.

In the next twenty minutes, the two men advanced towards Longxiao Palace and efficiently killed everyone on the road who looked like soldiers of Xueman City. The brave Nords rushed forward with their weapons, but everything was shattered by the long sword on the waist of the bald man in black robe. Witnesses claimed that his sword was faster than feather arrows and could cut out heavy steel armor with one knife - he solved everything with the agility and flexibility of the demon god.

The enemy in battle; the dragon descendant used an extremely powerful heavy battle bow. Her physical strength seemed to be inexhaustible, and her archery progressed amazingly fast. Half a month ago, she was just an excellent archer, and half a month later, her archery skills had reached the strongest level that Eriles had seen in her life. Even with the most skillful wood elf as a benchmark, this woman's archery skills can be called extraordinary.

The strongest elites of the comrades beat their shields with their weapons, while those who use their two-handed weapons hit the floor. They sang a high war song and prayed to the human god of war Tallos.

They began to move forward.

The archers on both floors began to shoot continuously. I hoped to at least disrupt the attention of the two demons so that the warriors who fought head-on had a better chance. They had no expectations for breaking the extremely heavy dragon bone armor on the dragon descendants, so most of the arrows were concentrated on Qianye Lion Roar.

The monk in black robe clenched the handle of the knife carefully wrapped by a black string expressionlessly. Then, the long knife was unsheathed.

It took only one quarter of a blink of an eye. Most people didn't notice what was going on. Then, the archers on the left side of the second floor broke in half, and a considerable number of people died in that moment. The other part was even more unfortunate. They fell off the second floor and had only their upper body.

After the second quarter blink, the archers on the right suffered the same fate.

The warriors standing in front of the throne scolded angrily. Most of them did not understand what was going on. They thought the other party had a helping hand and tried to attack them from above. Because of the enemy's unfamous behavior, they all roared. In just a few seconds, only the experienced dark elf Ereles was the one who knew what kind of monster she was facing. This also made her fall into despair as quickly as possible.

The loyal dark elf said to her lord: "We're done, sir."

The great Gustav did not speak, but just held the giant sword in his hand tightly.

The warriors of the comrades rushed towards the two assassins standing in the field. They maintained a tight and neat formation. Once the people in front fell, the people behind could replace the dead as quickly as possible. As long as they still maintained the formation intact, even the enemy with superb martial arts would be trapped by such an offensive. However, the formation only lasted for about two or three seconds. Because the man in the black robe made a gesture to the dragon descendants, the latter stepped forward knowingly and used his best talent to attack the ring elites of the comrades.

Dragon Roar.

It is just the simplest [unrelieving power], using spells of decrees to create a powerful force, pure thrust. Many times it is just a trick to disrupt the opponent's rhythm and destroy the center of gravity, but it is now alienated into a powerful force enough to oppose the army. The red-haired woman under the helmet read out the syllables, and then the power of the world responds to her.

In the unprecedented powerful force field ripple, the three rows of elite warriors of the comrades group, more than fifteen of them were completely knocked away by this amazing force. They hit the wall of the hall from a distance. The other nine people just stood back and fell on the ground and slid for a few meters.
Chapter completed!