Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

Is Sodrion the only wizard in the entire elven settlement?

Don't be ridiculous!

Lady Elena said that all the elves of the Kenlar tribe could become excellent wizards!

Lorne was confused about what was going on, but Mia wouldn't lie to him.

He now has some doubts about the veracity of what Mrs. Elena said.

To this day, Lorne has never seen a Kenlar elf cast a spell.

This includes not using spells when facing a horde of skeletons, where death is always a possibility.

It turns out it wasn't that they didn't want to, but that they couldn't!

Lorne was glad he had given up on the idea of ​​obtaining the Tears of the Elves, as this race, as it appeared, was completely different from Lady Elena's description.

Only their appearances match.

"Leodan! Hold on a little longer!" Sodrion roared from above.

"It's the clan chief!" Mia exclaimed with concern.

Lorne looked up at the platform above him, where the sounds of fierce fighting could be heard.

"Brother Lorne, let's go up quickly!" Mia kicked her little legs anxiously.

"Okay." Lorne quickened his pace, rubbing his slightly sore muscles as he did so.

The consequences of prolonged practice of breathing exercises and excessive muscle tremors.

But he couldn't rest yet; there was still a battle waiting for him, and it probably wouldn't be easy.

Lorne climbed the steps and soon arrived at the extended platform located in the middle of the tree.

A large magic circle is set up in the center of the platform, and three thick crystal pillars are suspended above the magic circle.

Sodrion stood beside the magic circle, its dense patterns wrapping around it like a rice dumpling.

It is struggling to control something.

Not far from Sodrion stood an armored knight exuding a powerful aura.

He was wearing a heavy set of black lacquered armor, covered with war scars and engraved with several ancient runes.

The shoulders are decorated with spikes, and icy blue flames emerge from the eye slits of the helmet.

Leodan knelt helplessly before it.

The Death Knight, wielding a massive rune sword, hovered high above Leodan's head, showing no intention of taking his life.

"Dad!" Mia jumped off his shoulder, looking very worried, and rushed over.

Lorne stopped Mia and looked at the death knight with some seriousness.

Although it's unclear how it ended up in the elven settlement, it's obvious that it will be the next enemy.

"Who told you to come...cough cough!" Leodan coughed up blood.

"Brother Lorne brought me here." Mia looked at Lorne expectantly, "Brother Lorne, please help Daddy."

"Hurry up and leave." Leodan gestured to Lorne with pleading eyes: take his daughter and leave quickly, this is an enemy that cannot be defeated.

Lorne glanced at the death knight in front of Leodan, feeling underestimated by the elves.

He was somewhat intimidated by this monstrous thing.

But if Sodrion dies, who will send him away from the Elven settlement?

With a few crisp "crackling" sounds, Lorne sprang up.

"when--"

Lorne's massive fist, delivered with double the force, slammed into the Death Knight's ancient plate armor.

It only took two steps back.

"It's really hard..." Lorne loosened his numb right hand.

The Death Knight gently raised his head, his expression beneath the mask seeming mockery and disdain.

He picked up the rune sword and casually pointed it at Lorne.

"Get out of the way!" Lyodan, lying on the ground, said with his last bit of strength.

Lorne thought that pointing the sword at the Death Knight was just a provocation, which caused him to be a beat slow in his movements.

A semi-transparent, distorted female figure flashed by.

The temperature plummeted, and a chilling malice gripped Lorne's heart without warning.

Lorne bent over in pain.

It wasn't a physical cold, but a feeling that penetrated to the bone marrow, froze the blood, and made the soul tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a piercingly distorted shriek came from my ears.

It explodes directly in your mind, instantly robbing you of your ability to think.

vengeful spirits...

In the blurry vision, Lorne saw the Death Knight slowly walking towards him, holding a rune sword.

"Luo... En... Brother... Brother..." Mia's voice faintly reached my ears.

Lorne stood up with difficulty.

The splitting headache, coupled with tinnitus and blurred vision, made it impossible for him to concentrate and get into a focused state.

This is fatal in combat.

Fortunately, the Death Knight wasn't very fast.

Lorne quickly pulled himself back to create some space.

Physical damage is almost useless against undead creatures, and I don't know any witchcraft.

He could only try his best to stall for time and buy Soderion some time.

The Death Knight's target wasn't Lorne, but rather Sordion.

"Mr. Sodrion, how do we deal with this guy?" Lorne asked, forcing back the confusion in his mind.

The magic circle beneath Sodrion's feet grew brighter: "I need some time to sever its connection."

"Alright!" Lorne prepared to go all out, and casually advised Mia, "Your Highness, you should leave here first."

The little guy was worried about his father, but he wasn't blinded by his emotions and ran up the spiral staircase.

The Death Knight approached Soldrion step by step, while Leodan struggled to writhe on the ground, his hands powerless to grasp its ankle in an attempt to stop it.

But it didn't work.

A chilling aura and plumes of black smoke seeped from the gaps in the Death Knight's armor.

It slightly raised the rune sword, and the chill emanating from its body immediately gathered towards the tip of the sword.

Pale blue runes spread across the sword.

Before long, several snowflakes condensed on Leodan's body, freezing him into an ice sculpture.

Slow, heavy footsteps echoed, each step accompanied by the grating sound of metal scraping against metal.

There was also the faint "crackling" sound of ice freezing.

The chill seeped down from his calves, spreading an icy path beneath the Death Knight's feet.

The rune sword was raised high.

Aiming at Soderion's head!

Even before the sword arrived, the resulting wind pressure nearly tore through Sodrion's robes.

"Alas," Sodrion sighed.

I was just about to stop what I was doing to deal with this slash.

"Thump—"

A low, muffled thud came from inside Lorne's body.

Despite the excruciating pain of his torn muscles and the chaos in his mind, he steadily practiced the breathing technique.

The properties section on the panel has undergone a slight change:

[Attributes: Constitution 7, Strength 6, Agility 7, Spirit 2, Magic 0]

My constitution has changed at some point... 7!

One layer of skin and flesh, two layers of tendons and bones, three layers of internal organs!

Lorne channeled the power of the Triple Strike, aiming it at the Death Knight, at the invincible opponent, at its head—

Bombard it with tremendous force!

"Bang!"

The rune sword ultimately failed to land.

The brief loss of balance sent its body flying sideways.

Lorne exhaled a puff of white breath, his eyes fierce, still in the stance of throwing a punch.

"Mr. Sodrion, as soon as possible!"

He placed a 'bright' rune in his palm, tore off the cumbersome robe from his upper body, and slowly walked towards the tall figure shrouded in black mist.

His back view was resolute.