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"No, it's even. But lend me this sword!"

"Why... I can still fight."

Weston ignored him, picked up Weston's magic sword in the circle, and at the same time changed the sword from his right hand to his left.

The right hand held a half-height sword, and the left hand held a knife that looked like a dagger. The back of the two was extremely disproportionately proportioned in front of Welf.

Don't you affect the battle like this?Welf muttered in his heart.

However, he didn't bother Weston to concentrate on facing the Goblin Emperor in the circle. At least with this guy's command, those half-assed people still look like they are.

"It can't be dragged any longer." Weston pointed to the magic words in the imprisonment circle under his feet.

"Huh?" Welf was stunned, and immediately glanced at the blue-haired magician in the distance, showing a look of horror.

The parchment is more than half burnt, but this speed.

"How could this be... less than 2 minutes have passed!" Welf opened his eyes wide, unable to believe this fact.

"This monster must have some means of accelerating the confinement magic, or it has more than one skill, you be careful." The blue-haired magician dropped the parchment, turned and ran.

"It has a second skill!?"

"So, it just doesn't want to play anymore."

Weston stared at the Goblin Emperor in front of him.

One foot was cut off, and he was beaten by a group before, so the Goblin Emperor looked like he was at the end of the game.

But this may all be nothing more than the appearance of the other party.

This mutant goblin is very cunning!

But no matter what, the outcome for both parties is life and death.

If it is a hero, at this time, he will have a fierce battle with the opponent, kill the opponent and greet the cheers of the crowd, and then go to the life of being worshipped.

Unfortunately, he is only the weakest in the field.

Everyone's physical fitness here is stronger than him. Although the Bone Flower he took at this time increased some strength, it was just pulling the strength to the same starting line.

It may be a good choice to return the magic sword to Welf and let the stronger him fight.

But this is all under the precondition that the Goblin Emperor is truly injured.

Weston didn't want to bet on the possibility that this cunning mutant goblin was injured.

He doesn't have the physical qualities of people like Welf, but he has something that none of them have at the moment.

"Kempin, have you used your Wanbao mallet?"

Kevin shook his head.

"Do you have any family?"

"Ah."

"Then give me that thing!"

Kebin was silent as always, and answered the best with his actions.

A crystal fell into Weston's hands, and Weston didn't have time to thank him at the moment.

"Yorick, use the Flaming Snake on me in three seconds!" Weston called out into the distance.

It should take more than ten seconds for the flaming snake to start and touch here. As long as I force out its hole card at the end, I will win!

Weston pondered in his heart, and tightened the magic scroll and crystal props in his pocket.

Maybe it's time to use this!

Yorick, who was more than a dozen meters away, was stunned for a moment, but his eyes were immediately replaced by firmness.

He also suspected that Weston was a counterfeit.

But no matter what, the other party led them all the way.

In such a difficult situation at the moment, everyone may die.

In this case, if the other party wants to fight, so what if the other party is fulfilled, anyway, he is not the first to die.

"...The road ahead must be covered with blood-like flame flowers!"

A red magic circle appeared, and the elements of flame condensed around Yorick.

"Let's cross! Spirit of fire! My name is - Neoya!"

With a powerful sound, the element of the flame rose to its peak, and the red magic circle also emitted a dazzling red glow.

"Flaming Snake!"

freed!

In the center of the magic circle, a pillar of fire burst out from the flower of flame, sweeping towards the circle like a snake.

The Goblin Emperor showed a contemptuous smile, with hatred and banter in his eyes.

Weston took out the scroll he had taken from Yorick.