The Magic Thief Chapter 21:

A sudden heavy rain prevented the blazing flames from spreading, and the rain was turned into mist by the fire and the high temperature of the hot coke.

The mist was permeated in the heavy rain, and the firelight turned the most elegant and busy area in the capital into a horrible place like hell.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, the ground is full of water, and the raindrops fall in the water and cause ripples.

In the midst of this heavy rain, occasionally a flash of lightning-a red lightning flashed. Along with the electric light passing by, there is bound to be a violent gust of wind. The edges of this gust of wind are so sharp that the branches of the surrounding trees are cut clean and neat.

Hiding behind the mutilated broken wall, Ribo poked out his head cautiously to watch the fierce battle before him.

Whether it was the fallen paladin or the killer king, it seemed quite embarrassed by the rain.

The wet hair clings to the front of Serot's forehead, which Ribo believes will inevitably affect his vision.

The lightweight breastplate gave Serot some advantages. The steel breastplate was washed by rain to make it clean and bright. The faint red glow made the fallen paladin even more fascinating. .

The spiked high boots under Serott’s feet are already stained with spots, some of them are blood, some are mud, the "blood god’s spear" in his hand is jumping like lightning and thunder. Flickering, the almost crazy offensive seemed to split Kyle in half with a single sword.

Ribo believes that if he is fighting the fallen paladin, he must have already completed its mission.

Fortunately, the fierce battle against Serot is Kellle, the killer king.

Just the same as in the Butter Forest, Kyle never head-to-head with anyone. He always walks around his opponents, walks in places where opponents can’t attack, walks in darkness and shadows. .

Unlike usual, Kyle has an extra fine stabbing sword in his right hand, which was originally used to deal with his old friend.

Ribo heard Kyle talk about the killer Die. He is a difficult guy to deal with. It is too risky to rely on a dagger alone.

Ribo has never seen Kelller perform swordsmanship, let alone anyone using a weapon in each hand to engage with others. This time, he finally opened his eyes.

Kierle's swordsmanship is also very consistent with his usual style-simple, direct and accurate, without the slightest fancy moves, judging from a critical eye, this is really not a master of swordsmanship.

However, Ribo is sure that this kind of swordsmanship is very effective, because Serot obviously does not dare to relax in the face of these simple attacks.

Ribo can also see that the real killing of the dagger from his left hand, every short-attack of that dagger will temporarily restore Serot to a defensive state.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Ribo looked up at the sky, he was worried that continuing to do so would cause harm to Kyle, because Kyle was wearing two layers of clothes, thick soaked clothes Will make him move inconvenience.

Ribo knew that Kyle was doing this to deal with his old opponent, and that the clothes he was wearing would give him an advantage, but Kyle must not have considered the appearance of Serot.

Standing behind the broken wall, Ribo pays attention to the surrounding situation all the time.

That Mr. Die hasn't appeared for a long time, there is nothing more dangerous than this.

A top killer hiding in the dark, ready to snipe his opponent at any time, presumably even Kyle is unwilling to face such an opponent.

Ribo knows very well that at this moment, Kyle's safety is all dependent on him.

For Ruibo, the only more favorable thing is this pouring rain and the ponds that have accumulated higher and higher due to the heavy rain.

Unless it's a magician, no one can get close to the two people in battle without being noticed.

The most important thing now is patience. Whoever can't hold back his breath, and who exposes his goal first will lose the opportunity.

Ribo knows at least one thing, and the situation is beneficial to them, because the staff of Mr. Lomer in the capital is no more than two to three hundred people at best. They are scattered in a huge city of 2,500 square kilometers. middle.

But the Legal Affairs Department has 70,000 people. The streets and alleys of the capital are full of their people. What's more, for this operation, the queen did not hesitate to spend his blood. The killers raised by the royal family are definitely not incompetent. .

For Ribo and Kyle, the Law Department’s guards only need to be able to control every road in the capital so that Lommel cannot deploy his troops at will. The only ones who can really give them assistance are Apart from the killers directly under the royal family, there was only the confidant team under Laber.

The two groups of people must now be working hard to eliminate the people that Lomell deployed in the capital.

As Ruibo was guessing what happened to the situation in the capital, suddenly a very slight sound of flowing water caught his attention. He immediately searched in that direction and saw only one The assassin with his body wrapped in a black cloak and his face covered with a thick black cloth was approaching cautiously towards this place.

The killer was so close to him, and he was always unaware of it. Just by relying on this, Ribo was affirming that this man was the old opponent that Kelller was most concerned about.

Ribo felt fortunate that the heavy rain exposed the top killer's whereabouts. Although his footsteps were silent, although his ability to hide in the dark was not under Kyle, he could not stop the rain from falling. On his body, he couldn't stop the rain from flowing down the black cloak to the ground.

Ribo believes that this extremely powerful Mr. Killer must have also photographed where he is now hiding, because this is the most hidden place nearby, while also being able to avoid wind and rain.

According to what Kelller taught, Ribo adjusted his breathing as evenly as possible and let his spirit gradually relax. He reached into his arms and took out a slender metal cylinder, one end of which was tightly plugged with cork.

Ribo pointed the mouth of the metal cylinder at the Mr. Die. Although I don't know if this thing is useful, Ribo decided to take a chance.

When he was in the villa on the outskirts of Surthburg, he had seen the horror of this thing. The knight who sneaked into the laboratory was torn apart by this thing and swallowed most of his body.

Among the many terrifying demon creatures left behind by that terrible magician, only this one, Ruibo, knows how to tame and manipulate, because he did not spend much effort and effort in order to capture this thing again.

The cork was pulled out gently, and Ruibo didn't even dare to gasp, because a slight air vibration would make this thing out of control. If it joins the melee, the final outcome will be unpredictable.

A turquoise mantis exuding a slight metallic luster slowly crawled out, the ugly pair of high protruding red eyes, and the pair of sharp arms almost half the length of the body, each Anyone who sees it will probably not be willing to get too close.

This ghost mantis rubbed his forearm excitedly, and the forearm that looked like two scimitars actually made a sound like metal rubbing.

The harsh metal rubbing sound caught everyone’s attention, while Ruibo hid quietly in a blind spot. He remained extremely vigilant at all times, because he knew very well that Ghost Mantis is definitely not a qualified bodyguard, although it is powerful But lacks wisdom.

The two people in the fierce fight became more vigilant, while the killer who had sneaked in the darkness stopped vigilantly.

The ghost mantis crawled straight towards the king of killers in the northwest. Its non-human eyes make it easy to find the traces of its prey, even if the prey it faces is good at hiding in the darkness. middle.

Diae also saw this unusual mantis. Although I don't know what it is, the king of the Northwest Killer felt a dangerous existence that was so thick that it could not be solved.

This feeling hasn't happened many times in his life.

Suddenly, the ghost mantis flapped its wings and flew, and the scimitar-like forearms shone with cold light. The flying speed of the ghost mantis is not very fast. It makes a chilling metal rubbing sound while rubbing its arms while flying.

Even Ribo didn't know that Ghost Mantis was so good at bluffing, but he knew very well that this kind of bluffing tactics would not be of any use to the killer Die.

As Ruibo expected, a bright cyan lightning pierced the space thorn to the slowly flying ghost mantis.

A killer’s weapon should not emit light. This has almost become common knowledge, but Ribo also knows why the king of the Northwest killer would choose a weapon that builds on the conventional.

It is an extremely precious weapon with some kind of magical magic sealed in it. Such a weapon is naturally a masterpiece of a certain alchemist.

Although Kyle has fought against this guy several times, he still doesn’t know the details of this weapon. The only thing that is certain is that this dagger is extremely sharp, and there is almost no armor and protection that it can’t cut through. shield. Another thing that is certain is that this sword cannot be painted black in any way, otherwise this Mr. Die will definitely do everything possible to do this.

With a sound of "shoo", the short sword drew a gap, and just as the short sword was about to hit it, the ghost mantis suddenly transformed into countless figures, and every figure looked hazy and unable to Identify which one is the real body.

The first sword failed, and Die's expression became more solemn. He didn't know what it was. This is the most annoying thing for him. As a killer, he will never confront an opponent who doesn't know the details.

Almost in an instant, the killer Die chose to retreat. He no longer cared about his ally who was fighting.

The king of the Northwest Killer retreated quickly, but he absolutely did not dare to turn around and run away, because with his wise old opponent, turning around and running away was tantamount to his own death.

It's a pity that the ghost mantis, who had been hungry for a long time, didn't intend to let go of the prey in front of him. It turned into countless phantoms and rushed towards Die.

The cyan lightning pierced the sky and pierced every phantom. The fruitless stabbing proved that all this was indeed an illusory impression.

Diae rolled in embarrassment and escaped from the attack of the unknown monster. What surprised him was that countless cold lights passed by him, and one of them easily stayed on the green board on the ground. A smooth and clean incision was made.

Only the sharpest weapons can leave such scars. He does not intend to get entangled with this terrible thing anymore. In his opinion, fighting against this illusory ghost has no chance of winning at all, and he has to be at any time. Beware of the sharp blade.

The assassin king who crossed the northwest quickly backed away, but suddenly he saw two phantoms appearing on both sides behind him.

This terrible ghost can not only create phantoms, but can even manipulate phantoms freely.

The killer Die never liked gambling. He didn't want to make judgments based on guessing, even if it was just a judgment on which way to escape is safer. It is really not easy to get rid of this terrible thing, suddenly a poisonous trick jumped out of his mind. The King of the Northwest Killer rushed to the old opponent who was fighting fiercely.

A red lightning swiftly struck Kyle, and behind the red lightning was a cyan electric glow. The red lightning was scorching and bright, while the cyan electric glow was flickering and changing.

There really is no more terrifying offensive than this almost perfect joint flanking attack.

In the face of such a dreadful offensive, even if Wang Zun, who stands on the peak of the dark world with extraordinary skill and invincibility like Kellle, can only put all his power on avoidance and defense.

Kierle did feel a little overwhelmed. He was convinced that if the opponent in front of him jointly launched several such attacks, he would be completely swallowed by the sweeping waves. Moreover, with the existence of old opponents, the possibility of his escape is almost zero. The only turning point is the collapse of the opponent's joint offensive and the emergence of strong assistance.

Kyle is waiting, because he knows what kind of guy his old opponent is. The deep understanding of the opponent is the only trump card in his hand. This is a gamble, a gamble with life.

Unlike the killer Die, Kyle does not like to gamble, but he also gambles when necessary.

Kierle is now waiting for the time to throw this trump card. It will be a very short moment, but Kierle is sure that he can firmly seize this moment.

With a sound of "ding", Kyle drew a dagger in his left hand to hold the long sword stabbed by Serot, while the thin stabbing sword in his right hand stabs towards the face of his old opponent. It's completely as if he intends to die together.

Diae didn't intend to fight desperately. His offense was just to survive.

Now his goal has been achieved, because the pesky monster stopped in the air, apparently choosing the prey to attack.

Diae is always paying attention to the strange worm in the air. As long as the prey it chooses is not himself, he will immediately retreat and flee this extremely dangerous place far away.

Just as Die was thinking about how to escape, suddenly he heard a voice that was almost inaudible.

That was the last thing he wanted to encounter. That was the sound of the magician chanting a spell.

The killer king who runs across the northwest can even determine who is hiding behind the broken wall and chanting spells.

This person was originally his prey, but he didn't expect such an unexpected reversal of the situation, but now he himself became a prey.

In the usual way, he would definitely choose to pounce in the direction that the sound made, but now that the strange bug is guarding in the air, he will never make a second choice other than running away.

A throwing knife slipped silently from the sleeve into his palm. For his throwing knife, Die has always been very confident. This is the only place where he beats his old opponent. He knows himself very well. 'S rival does not like flying knives and any other hidden weapons, he would rather trust the dagger in his hand.

The killer Die has made all preparations. While fleeing, he will also complete the mission given to him by Lomel.

The harrier in the sky stared at the ground closely in the wind and rain, watching the revealing little magician of Thurthburg hiding behind the broken wall, watching him draw out his wand.

Earl Dacreo knows that now is Serot’s last chance. If he continues to indulge in a confrontation with the ultimate killer, if he does not die according to the predetermined plan, then he is really going to die.

Another silver coin fell from a high altitude, and the series of clear and melodious metal collisions brought a warning from Count Ducru.

Serault seemed to be able to hear the angry curse of the Count Dakru from the sharp sound of the silver coin, which suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart.

For this fallen paladin, he was also making a gamble. He put all his bets on his trust in Count Dacre, and his bet was his own life.

The reason why he delayed the duel so long, and the reason why he put himself in such a dangerous Jedi, was also for this gamble. He wanted to see if the words Dacreo said to him in the patio were true. He must discern the truth, even if it would kill him.

The series of clear and melodious metal crashes seemed to tell him-you won. Serot suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and now he has to truly face the "death" he has chosen long ago.

This fallen paladin feels very interesting. Now it is time for him to die. What is the best proof of his death? Is it the thin thorn sword in the hands of that terrible assassin? Or the ghost mantis floating in the sky? Or is it a little magician hiding behind a wall chanting spells?

Although he is far less proficient in conspiracy and tricks than Count Dacre, Serot also has a strong confidence in conspiracies and tricks, and he is far apart from those brave and intrepid Paladins. Almost in the blink of an eye, he made a choice among the three. The fallen paladin decided to take a gamble again, still using his life as a bet to bet on perfection and at the same time vigorously. Death.

If you want to convince others, the best proof is from the killer king.

Selott made the final choice.

"Shoo!" As if a sharp arrow pierced through the air, everyone who had been fighting fiercely immediately reacted differently.

The dagger in Northwest's hand brought everyone a deep fear to the killer. After throwing the throwing knife in his hand, he fled quickly.

"Bang!" With a dull explosion sounded, a cloud of red smoke quickly spread in all directions.

This is Die’s unique trick to survive, but since he became a killer, there are not many opportunities to use this trick. In fact, all the previous escape experiences are related to his old opponents.

"Bang!" Another explosion sounded. This time it burst and splashed everywhere, green bright spots like stars and countless fireflies.

These green bright spots are shining with lingering green light, and anything that is contaminated with such small green spots looks so gorgeous and beautiful.

It's just that no one wants to appreciate all this right now.

Selott's reaction was unexpected, and he launched an attack on the ghost mantis floating in the air.

Unlike Die, Serot knows this monster well, because the original owner of the ghost mantis used to be his assistant and subordinate.

Serott ignored the phantoms, because he knew that attacking the phantoms was futile, just like attacking the reflection in the water, and would not cause the ghost mantis to suffer any harm.

The red light shrouded the peculiar long sword, and the "bloodthirsty" power once again filled the body of this fallen paladin. In his eyes, everything around him turned into a blood-red color. The flowing blood, the beating pulse, and the breath of life, he could clearly perceive all of this.

This is the power he possesses, and only the power he possesses. This is a secret he has never told anyone. The mixing of "bloodthirsty" and the power of the paladin can produce such strange changes.

This is another bet in his hand, a bet that is of great significance to the prince.

But before that, he must first win the gamble before him.

Selott easily caught the ghost mantis, this kind of magical insect is still some form of life after all. Serot could feel the breath of life, and the sky full of phantoms seemed to him to be non-existent.

The fallen paladin waved the long sword in his hand, and the long sword turned into a red lightning, and cut it towards an empty space in the center where there was no phantom at all.

Suddenly the phantom that filled the sky disappeared without a trace, and the ghost mantis was neatly cut in half.

All this happened in an instant, but in that instant, the fallen paladin felt a tingling pain from under his right rib.

In that instant, Serot wanted to laugh out loud, but it's a pity that he doesn't have time to laugh now. Serot felt that his body was rapidly numb, and it was obvious that the King of Killers, like other killers, smeared deadly poison on his dagger.

Serault swept around with a long sword in his right hand, pushing his terrible opponent away. He needed to keep a distance from his opponent.

The fallen paladin stretched out his left hand and slapped a rose pattern inlaid with rubies on his chest.

A scorching red light illuminates everything around him, and now Serot can finally laugh out loud.

The laughter seemed so crazy, and it seemed to have a sense of relief, but Kyle and Ribo felt that the danger was shrouded in this red light.

Assassins are probably the most sensitive to danger among all people, and every assassin is an expert in avoiding crises. This is their instinct to survive to this day.

Kyle retired quickly, while Ribo hid in the corner of the wall, which was the safest place he could find. The blood stains on his face did not feel very good, but Ruibo was still thankful that he had escaped the deadly flying knife just now, which almost killed him.

Kierle’s accurate description of his old opponent once again saved Ribo’s life. Once he left the protection of invisibility magic, he was wary of flying knives.

However, Ribo still didn't expect that the flying knife that nearly killed him was so fast and concealed that it was completely beyond the reach of Arrow.

Ribo secretly made up his mind to practice flying knife skills when he has the opportunity. This thing seems to be more effective and deadly than that crossbow.

Suddenly, there was a roar, and the rain hit the surrounding walls like a spur of arrows in the roar. The violent wind caused the trees and walls burned by the fire to collapse. The bricks and wooden beams that fell one after another caused Ruibo to think that he would be buried alive. To his comfort, the worst did not happen, a beam that almost killed him, and at the same time saved his life. The beam blocked the bricks that were supposed to fall on top of his head. Although his body was covered with scratches and bruises from the bricks, they were just small injuries on the flesh.

After everything calmed down, Ribo poked out his head cautiously.

To his horror, there are broken walls all around, and all the trees are broken. The old trees with the strongest branches and the most luxuriant leaves look the most miserable. A shallow pit with a diameter of six or seven feet was left on the ground in the center, and the hard bluestone road was covered with cracks everywhere, and stone chips splashed to places tens of meters away.

Ribo didn't see the corpse, maybe the fallen Paladin had been wiped out in the explosion. However, he saw that strange long sword, which fell into a pond in the distance, lonely and gray, already losing its original brilliance.

"It's nice to see that you weren't hurt." Kyle's unsentimental voice came from behind.

Ribo turned around and saw Kyle taking off the outer dress, which was covered with dots of green fluorescence.

"I believe you have learned your lesson. As a killer, it is extremely stupid and dangerous to stay in the original position after taking the shot." Kyle glanced at the wound on Ribo's forehead and said: "This is the most basic common sense, I once told you."

"Will you continue to pursue that Mr. Die?" Riber asked, the assassin frightened him.

"If you don't want to live in fear every day, follow me." Kyle said coldly.

He threw the green fluorescent clothes, cloak and face mask to the ground, and took a silver flat water bottle from Ruibo’s waist, poured some viscous oil from the water bottle on the pile of garbage above. The flame engulfed the pile of clothes thrown on the ground, and it burned so vigorously even in the heavy rain.

Kierle hung the oil can back to Ruibo's waist, and Ruibo took out another metal cylinder from the insert pocket of the black cowhide waistcoat. The top of the cylinder was also stuffed with a cork stopper.

Ribo is far less afraid of the insects in this cylinder than the ghost mantis.

Pulling out the plug, a dozen fireflies with a soft green light flew out. They were obviously interested in the fluorescent clothes in the fire, but the flame blocked their approach. After hovering for a while, one of the fireflies flew towards the distance, and the other fireflies followed behind it. It already felt another breath, an extremely faint breath that was quickly escaping.

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There are more than a dozen lively markets in the city of Franck. In the past there were always people coming and going, noisy and noisy, but today everyone is nervously watching the guards of the Law Department walking around. The teams.

The soldiers of the **** armed with a halberd not only guarded the entrances and exits, but also patrolled around from time to time. There were much more people in the market than in the past, and the Legal Affairs Department drove all the people wandering in the street nearby into this place.

This is a semi-outdoor bazaar. The eaves that extend out of the circle become a canopy to block the sun and rain. Every store also has a canopy set up in front of it, and the canopy is crowded with people.

The guards soldiers who patrolled back and forth had to perform tasks in heavy rain. The situation of these people more or less eased the grievances in the hearts of the people trapped here. Although most people's hearts are full of sorrow and boredom, there are also some people strolling around the shop and chatting leisurely.

Suddenly one of them pointed to the air and cried out: "Fireflies, how can there be fireflies this season? Could it be that my eyes have a problem?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the direction he was pointing, and indeed a firefly flew in slowly, followed by another one far behind it.

"Quiet, quiet, it's none of your business, just leave it to me." A guard soldier who was on patrol roared, obviously, the rain that soaked him made him angry.

At this moment, there was a noisy sound of footsteps at the door, and I saw a squadron of soldiers from the Legal Department **** standing at the gate of the market.

"Enclose the whole block, the first team will go to the back, you will defend me on Battelle Street, the second team will defend Beloven Street in the south, the third team will go to the north, Tingshifa Plaza is yours, others People followed me in and searched me from house to house. Remember, everyone keeps me staring at the fireflies, they are much more useful than you guys." An army officer stood in the rain and taught. His aura can indeed be called majestic, but the rain-stained military uniform and armor made him look a little embarrassed.

In fact, everyone looks the same, except for two people riding on horses.

Although the two men were also drenched in rain, but I don't know why, everyone who saw them both shuddered.

Fortunately, one of them said that he was a middle-aged man with expressionless eyes with sharp, cold light shining. His cheeks and deep sunken eye sockets seemed to be full of murderous aura.

The other horse is a teenager. Judging from the lace shirt that clings to him, the finely crafted black leather vest, and the straight tight trousers, he should be a nobleman and a capital city. Among them was a son of a wealthy family with great status.

In the common impression, these noble children should stay with the tutor, should stay between the prom and the small living room, should indulge in creating some liu charm between the maids and cousins, not like they are now Riding a horse in the rain, following the Law Department's **** patrol.

Another reason that surprised everyone was that this young man exuded a strange murderous aura, which was not even possessed by the soldiers of the Attorney General’s Guard in thick armor.

"Here, I can feel his presence." Kyle said coldly.

"Why didn't he continue to run?" Ribo asked: "Just like the previous few times."

"He knew that he could not escape, and somewhere on his body that was not easily detectable must be stained with fluorescence. He didn't run away anymore, and chose this place as the final battlefield. Presumably he intends to end our relationship with me. All the battles." Kyle said coldly.

"Maybe that dagger was stained with fluorescence." Rebo said: "He has thrown away all his clothes, even his boots."

"Maybe so." Kyle was noncommittal, and he slowly got off the horse.

Ribo got off the horse too, and he pulled out the dagger that had been inserted into the pocket on the outside of his right leg.

This time he didn't buckle the crossbow arrow on the bowstring, because he knew very well that to deal with the top killer with the same strength as Kelller, the crossbow arrow would not be useful at all, but it might cause problems for Kellle.

Grabbing another invisible scroll in his hand, Ribo followed Keller and walked towards the bazaar.

The civilians who were crowded at the gate of the bazaar evaded one after another. Although they didn't know the details of the two people in front of them, they were absolutely sure that they were extremely dangerous people.

The civilians didn't even dare to show up, but apart from fear and fear, there was also a hint of curiosity. Everyone guessed that something big was about to happen before their eyes.

After all, they have never seen a swordsman using a long sword and a dagger at the same time, and they have also never seen a warrior who uses a glove with a hook as a weapon. After wearing this glove, that one is unique Different aristocratic teenagers are like a monster of monsters, and they are like demons from the Nine Nether Abyss.

Although there is no rain under the eaves at the entrance of the market, it is a wind vent. The wind in the early spring is particularly cold. The members of the guards have just been exposed to the rain and can't help but shiver in the cold wind when the wind blows.

The futility of these guards was seen in the eyes of the common people, which made them even more contemptuous of the Legal Affairs Department, and it also made them more awed by the two strange characters who stood indifferently in the wind.

Ribo gently wiped the dagger in his hand with a towel, and the front of the black dagger immediately glowed with a faint blue luster. He also carefully wiped the steel hooks on the gloves, and The dagger is different, the steel hook immediately turns into a very beautiful blue color as soon as it touches the towel.

Kierle is making the same preparations. The pouring rain has diluted the venom on the weapon a lot, and the diluted venom will affect the onset of toxicity.

For a killer, adequate preparation before work is essential.

Fireflies floated in the air, and eventually they gathered on a window sill on the second floor of a shop.

Soldiers from the Legal Department’s security team immediately surrounded the shop, and the civilians and shopkeepers who were hiding underneath to avoid the rain were all driven out.

"Come on," the officer ordered, pointing to the soldier standing in the front.

The soldier hesitated, because he knew exactly what it meant to be in front of the street.

Suddenly, the officer took a heavy military crossbow with arrows from the soldiers in the back row, and pressed the arrows against the back of the head of the soldier who was unwilling to obey the order and said: "You now have only two choices. , Follow orders or accept military sanctions."

The soldier tremblingly carried the halberd and walked towards the stairs.

"You follow him." The officer pointed his arrow at the other soldier.

One by one, the soldiers squeezed into the narrow shop, and the halberds formed a solid line of defense.

Suddenly the soldier standing at the front screamed hoarsely and went up the stairs on the street. The roar was not so much a burning will to fight, it was more a courageous cry for himself. The second soldier rushed up behind him. This was not an act of bravery, but to increase his chances of survival. One after another, the soldiers rushed to the second floor.

The officer had already ordered the soldiers below to hold heavy crossbows at the windows and stairs.

Because the second floor is used as a warehouse, the windows are all nailed down with thick wooden boards.

Suddenly the window was cracked open by someone, and almost a dozen arrows shot out in an instant, and the powerful arrows penetrated deeply into that person's body.

A corpse full of arrows fell down from the second floor, and the halberd that originally belonged to him fell to the ground with a scream. Suddenly another figure flew out from the second floor, and with a series of screams, the man flew straight to the guards and soldiers holding heavy crossbows.

A large number of officers and soldiers were overwhelmed to the ground. In a panic, I don’t know who pulled the trigger. A scream made everyone shudder. The members of the guards fled backwards, and those who did not escape went aimlessly. Shoot arrows randomly on the second floor.

The screams came and went one after another, but no one knew whether these screams came from the companions on the second floor in the street, or the vicious mad gangster.

Suddenly another figure flew down. Just as everyone was hesitant and wondering if they should launch an attack, suddenly the figure turned around, a cold light flashed across, and the people standing next to them were all headed. Different place.

As soon as it fell on the ground, the figure of that person kept spinning, and the cold light turned into a little blue electric light. Every flash of lightning will inevitably take a life.

Fear and fear caused the soldiers of the guard to retreat, and even the stern officer ran away.

I don't know why Kyle has never taken any action. He just keeps an eye on his old opponents in the fierce battle. He allows those soldiers to become the desperate ghosts under the dagger of the old opponents.

Ribo couldn't guess what Kelller was thinking, and he could only watch him coldly.

Completely different from just now, the killer Die is clearly dead. His upper body is naked, and the fluorescent clothing has been discarded by him on the way to escape. The trousers may have been stolen from the warehouse, and they looked slightly fat.

Bare feet prove that he did not find the right shoes. Ribo knows what it means for a killer to have shoes that don’t fit.

"Be prepared, it's time for us." Just as Ribo was wondering how to deal with this dying desperado, Kyle's unhurried voice came in his ears.

Ribo knew his job, and he used the scroll to hide his figure in nothingness.

Those who saw the boy suddenly disappear without a trace, exclaimed. In fact, none of them thought that the boy was a magician.

In the impression of ordinary people, magicians should not be associated with daggers and gloves with steel hooks.

As for the members of the Legal Department's guards, although they know exactly how amazing this young man is, the rumors about this young man are also just hearsay.

Because of this, they couldn't help being shocked when they saw this amazing boy suddenly disappearing in front of their eyes.

The killer king who crossed the northwest also noticed the disappearance of the little heir of Surthburg, and now he finally understands why after Serot took the shot, he was so slow to take the shot, and confronted his prey in a stalemate. there.

A killer who can be invisible. Die suddenly felt a little nervous. This feeling seemed so strange to him, because he had no emotions a long time ago.

No one knows better than Die what it means to be invisible to a killer.

It can be said that no one is more eager to have the ability to be invisible than a killer.

But Die knows very well that now he has no time to study countermeasures, and his opponent who has been fighting for a lifetime finally makes a move.

There is absolutely no direct confrontation between killers. The same was true this time. When he found his old opponent approaching, he was entangled with two members of the guard.

Old opponents really know how to seize opportunities.

The two powerhouses in the dark world finally fought each other. For the two of them, it might be the time for the final settlement.

In terms of the timing of the shot, Kyle has the advantage. The sneak attack not only caused a mess of the old opponent's hands and feet, but one of the two guards also added a strip to his opponent's left arm. Wound. However, Kyle prefers that the wound is on the opponent's right arm rather than the left arm.

In terms of physical strength, neither of them has the advantage. In addition to the sword injury on the right rib that Kierle suffered from a joint attack just now, it was Serote who caused the violent attack. When it exploded, he was hit by a lasing stone.

As for Die, a crossbow arrow hit his calf. The injury looked slightly more serious than Kyle, and the worst thing was hindering his mobility.

The two killer kings are inextricably fought in the narrow shop.

It was Die’s choice to use this place as a battlefield. He didn't think that such a terrain would be detrimental to his opponents. In fact, all the top killers were good players who took advantage of the terrain.

The purpose of his choice here is just to fight his old opponents to the death without interference.

Although Die knows very well that it is meaningless for a killer to do this one-on-one duel, after all, they are not knights or swordsmen, and force does not mean everything to a killer. But since he couldn't escape anymore, and let him choose his own way of death, he would rather adopt this method that is more suitable for knights and swordsmen.

The two of you come and go, fighting fiercely at each other. The furnishings and merchandise in the shop have all become weapons they can get at their fingertips.

Kierle kicked the chair thrown by his old opponent, and the chair hit the wall and turned into a pile of scattered wood. Kelller turned his wrist, and the thin stabbing sword sprang out.

Diae didn't dare to block with a short sword, and quickly hid behind a row of wooden frames, and pushed the wooden frame easily.

Kierle certainly wouldn't let the wooden frame hit. He kicked the wooden frame hard, intending to seal Die in the corner of the shop.

Diee had already expected this step. He leaped up, then slammed on the wall, and shot his body towards the second floor.

Kierle immediately stabs towards the floor, and when he sees blood stains on the tip of the retracted thin thorn sword, he is finally somewhat satisfied.

Suddenly the entire floor collapsed, and Kyle hurriedly lowered his body and jumped out.

As he expected, a cyan electric light stabs at him. Kyle kicked his right foot swiftly, temporarily resisting the collapsed floor, and the thin stabbing sword in his right hand also stabled away.

From the point of view of length, the thin thorn sword clearly has the advantage, but no one is sure that the King of the Northwest Killer will not die with his old opponent. Kyle also thought of this possibility, so he used the dagger in his left hand to face the dagger of the old opponent.

Only hearing the sound of "chao", the dagger was folded into two pieces by the dagger, but for Kyle, this was enough for him to escape. With a side roll, Kyle turned out of the range where the dagger could threaten. When he knelt on one leg to stabilize his figure, the other dagger was already firmly in his hand.

Kyle took a look at Die’s foot. To his regret, Die’s foot was not injured at all. Obviously this guy had set a trap in advance. The beam on the second floor must have been cut off by him early on. The bodies of the guards who rushed in were also placed.

However, Kyle was not worried about being temporarily downwind, and the injured and dying lion would also behave very fiercely.

Besides, Die was forced out of the set trap by him, which in itself showed that he had come to an end. If he still has a back move, he should have taken the opportunity to escape just now, instead of trying to die with himself.

Kyle stood up slowly.

This time, Die didn't break into any shop. He also stood up straight and raised the dagger flat to his chest.

The two killer kings stood there quietly. At this moment, they seemed to be no longer the killers hiding in the shadows and quietly taking the lives of others, but a pair of knights about to engage in a final duel.

Suddenly a cyan lightning pierced the space, followed by a sharp sound of tearing the air.

The two killer kings attacked at the same time, and their attacks were equally simple, equally harsh, and equally direct.

Kierle even uses the dagger in his left hand purely for offense, as if defense is no longer in his mind.

Neither Kyle nor Die defended. They used evasion to avoid the deadliest attack.

Blood spattered, and several wounds were added to both Kyle and Die, but none of these wounds were fatal. Their weapons are all smeared with poison, but these poisons seem to have no effect on these two killer kings.

Suddenly, the two killer kings each stepped back a few steps. The footsteps of the two people are still so calm, their weapons are still pointed at each other, and there is a long wound on Kellle's right hand, under the ribs, and on the outside of his left arm. At least seven wounds were added to Die's chest, abdomen, and left arm. If Kyle's weapon was not a thin stinging sword, three of them were fatal.

Suddenly, the King of the Northwest Killer coughed, and blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he knelt down on one leg.

There was a wound that was truly fatal to him near his heart.

"It's really interesting. That's how I killed Monstock, but now it's my turn." The Northwest Killer King smiled dismal.

"Can you tell me where Lomer is?" Kyle said still blankly.

"Will you betray your boss?" Die asked.

Kierle shook his head slowly.

"Neither will I." Die said with a smile.

This is the last sentence he said. The killer king who traverses the northwest and makes many people tremble fell on the cold ground.

Kyle took a few steps forward, made up a sword, and the sharp edge of the thin stabbing sword penetrated Die's head.

Diae, who was lying on the ground, did not move at all, apparently he was indeed dead.

The sword of Kyle made everyone closed their eyes in fear, no one dared to look at him, as if he was the most evil devil in the Nine Nether Abyss, as if he was the cruel And vicious incarnation.

Even the guards gasped, and they retreated as much as possible with fear.

Suddenly the boy who disappeared without a trace appeared in front of everyone magically.

"You did a good job. The blow was excellent, but you were a bit too risky. Remember this lesson, it's very useful for you." Kelller said slowly.

Ribo is holding on to the wall with difficulty, and Die’s swift backhand almost cut him in two with a swift backhand. Now he can stand here instead of lying with the corpse on the ground. , All thanks to that gaseous life body turned into a body armor that clung to him in that instant.

Facts have proved that Die’s dagger is really sharp, and even the armor of the gaseous life body can’t stop the fatal blow. Facts also proved that gaseous life forms are indeed powerful, and they can save their lives in such a dangerous situation.

"Lord Earl, please hold on. Please hold on. I will immediately find the pastor and let him heal you." The officer said in a panic.

"What I need most now is detoxification." Rebo said softly. He already felt that the toxicity was attacking, and a feeling of drowsiness was coming towards him.

"Quickly, bring in a priest who knows how to detoxify." The officer roared. He naturally knew how much trouble he would cause if the little earl died unexpectedly. At that time, I am afraid that countless people will push him to the forefront as a scapegoat. On his list are at least the two great figures, Earl Faroer and His Majesty, that he can never shake.

As long as he thinks of the power and influence that the young earl possesses, the officer just wants to kneel down and pray piously to the benevolent Father God for the young earl to be safe.

Maybe Father God did hear his plea from his heart, only to see a flame suddenly fall from the sky.

When the fire dissipated, I saw a majestic tall mage wearing a red robe standing in front of everyone.

No one in the capital is unfamiliar with this magician, because he is a very famous figure in Frank.

I saw this big man slowly walked up to Ruibo, as if taunting, and as if teaching a lesson: "As a magician, he took a dagger to take the lives of others, your Excellency. This is really hard for me to compliment. Magic is not for you to use this kind of evil things."

After saying this, he placed a crystal bottle full of liquid in front of Ruibo.

"Using this to detoxify is a bit wasteful in my opinion, but we can never risk losing a magician, especially a potential magician." The palace magician smiled. Said nonchalantly.

Although Ribo didn't know what was in the crystal bottle, he believed that Vatch would never do him any harm.

Because once he dies, the magical power left by the Great Sorcerer Kai Mildit can no longer be unearthed.

Ribo knows one thing very well. The Lord Palace Mage and the President of the Magic Association are even more concerned about the safety of their lives than Mr. Hyde and Eckert.

The Lord of the Palace Mage, who is always above and above him, will personally send the detoxification potion himself, and their urgency is obvious in the face of such heavy rain.

Ribo even suspects that this bottle of liquid is not only used for detoxification. The detoxification agent will never be contained in such an expensive crystal bottle.

Unscrew the lid, Ribo took a sip of the cool liquid.

As soon as the liquid touches the tongue, it turns into gas.

But the refreshing sensation immediately flowed through his body, Ribo felt extremely comfortable, and at the same time he felt drowsy.

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