Even the sparse light rain in spring is equally terrible. The triangular arrows scattered from dozens of feet high, hanging on the assassins with a bunch of blood and dull screams.
More than a dozen veterans who had been through the battlefield were slaughtered like helpless quails, and the city guard armor they used to disguise could not be stopped at all, and the speed of being proud of them was in such narrow streets,
There is no way to play!
The only thing that is lucky is that the arrow rain has only fallen for one round.
The rolling darkness rolled in the alley like smoke, effectively dispersing the arrow's accurate heads, while the remaining killers rolled away like a pardon. The darkness was like a fish in water for them. With a moment of memory, they
You can open a path,
“**”
Oran cursed in his heart, but he pulled open the three scrolls at the fastest speed, surrounding him with two pieces of darkness and a green light.
It should be said that the goddess of luck is still not far away from him - she did not participate in the attack as soon as possible, so he has a lot of reaction time... When the rain of arrows fell, he caught it.
A assassin's hand was pulled hard, and his body was used as a shield. Then the human-shaped shield immediately played a huge role in the user's hand. Several arrows were blocked, although at close range
The sharp blade of shooting penetrates the human body, but the unexpected toughness of the human body also consumes all the kinetic energy of the arrow.
However, Oran was not happy to escape his life.
The first time the dozen figures appeared, his heart seemed to have invaded a basin of ice water. The reinforcements that did not appear, the calm attitude of the target, and the arrows falling from the sky were enough to show that this was a battle.
The premeditated ambush made me laugh at myself for pulling my target into the trap, but I didn't expect that I would step into the hard hub set by someone else!
The only explanation is that the plan is leaked... Who is it?
A confused mind cannot think about it at all.
But now Oran doesn't even have time to curse - he doesn't have time to worry about too much... Now, the opportunity left for him is only one line. If he doesn't grasp it, just a few blinks, the Dark Dagger might have to
The president of the previous session was replaced. He could only become a rotten meat with holes on the edge of the ditch!
The green light film bounced seven or eight arrows without any accuracy to one side, and Oran held the amulet on his neck without hesitation. The dark vision inspired made the thick layer of darkness transform into clearness in his vision.
The black and white image of the killer and leader noticed in a terrifying way that the target was already close to him! He seemed to be as unaffected as himself. The darkness became his weapon instead—a few barely from the rain of arrows
The guy who escaped from his life was desperately escaping to the alleys with his memory, but the next moment the sharp dagger in his hand pierced their necks!
Oran didn't look any further. He rushed to the alley as fast as possible. However, just as he broke away from the darkness, he felt the sharp stinging pain coming from his left leg!
The pain was not very big, but the numbness that followed made Oran almost fall to the ground. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes and noticed that a piece of arrow pointed out on his knee, with a pointed one.
The thorn arrow almost turned there into a blood hole! "***" He roared in a vague way-although he knew that protective arrows were not omnipotent, this kind of misfortune that broke out at the most critical moment still made
Abnormal depression.
Without thinking, he rolled back and returned to the darkness. The killer pulled off a jewelry on his wrist, and the next moment, his figure disappeared into the aperture that appeared in front of him!
So after more than a dozen breaths, Oran limped through another alley.
He threw away the coat on his body. He rubbed his wet hair hard, and the water dripping down his cheeks was filled with a stinky smell, but Auran no longer cared about cursing anything—Ren Yi
The spell level of the door is very high. Even if you use a very expensive magic item, the exit is not easy to control. It is common to pass it into the wall or fall into the air. It just falls into a stinky ditch.
He was extremely lucky.
However, the sour water made the pain on the knee even more severe. Oran had to convert several magical techniques he had prepared into the power of healing. Only then did the wound be treated, but he still limped inevitably.
—The dark god he believed in was powerful, but he was not good at healing.
Fortunately, the money was still very powerful, and he paid a gold coin. He got a carriage in the street market that was beginning to be disrupted by the city guards and sent him to the Gray Deer District in the south end of the city.
An old man once said that most cities, except for a few magnificent palaces and temples, are composed of endless slums. Of course, this sentence is not suitable to describe a king like Romanty.
All, but undeniable, since the city evolved from the gathering of people, it will inevitably bring people's shortcomings, brightness and darkness are always inseparable, inseparable,
Compared to Jiuzhong, Ke Lan is as bright as the glamorous, gray deer is the representative of the darkness.
There are countless messy buildings here, but they are just two-story structures filled with rough and leathery wood and rotten tiles. The roof of the building is full of crumbling and simple sheds extending out of the street.
There were messy posts posted everywhere on the walls, along with rotten moss, falling wall-climbing plants and black window lattices, as if countless patches were covered on this dilapidated street. There was still mud after heavy rain and mud left on the ground.
It was wet, and the air emitted a smell of smoke and moldy things mixed together. The passage was entangled and narrow, like a maze.
Such slums are not uncommon in any city, and for Romanty it is just one of many slums.
But for Oran, the messy streets, muddy land and dirty air formed an environment that made him particularly comfortable. He jumped out of the carriage and turned a few in a few dark and muddy alleys.
Next, approach a small building in this inconspicuous place.
The wooden floor will creak when stepped on it, and the railings and door panels will always shake left and right. Obviously, they are not very reliable. In front of those casually opened windows, they have just washed clothes hanging. They are not the same as nearby houses.
But after Auran looked around, he flashed into a side door on the wall disguised as broken wooden boards. There was no staircase in the small compartment behind the door. Instead, a square hanging board with railings, Auran stood up,
A series of sounds were made with the soles of the boots, and soon after, a creaking sound of twisting the roulette was heard. Then the wooden board under his feet fell shakingly. When he disappeared into the room, another wooden board was blocked.
Going to the exit.
The previous president of Dark Dagger, Hunter Lane, who was called the dead old man by Oran, cared about his nest very much - a large area of Grey Deer District after a long period of secret construction and transformation for twenty years
The complex has gradually become a hive-like maze, making it the best cover with places such as residents and taverns and hotels wrapped around the periphery.
Most idiots who have nothing to do with the dark dagger will never know that behind the mottled walls or under the simple floors of the house, there may be secret passages or dark rooms hidden, forming a vulgar building complex in the neighborhood without knowing it.
and the spider-web-like nests below the streets. There are countless ways that only those cunning gang members recognize. But even members of the Dark Dagger may not be able to fully understand the location of the nearby streets-that is only
Privileges belong to the top.
There are no windows in the passage located underground, and only the oil lamp that burns every distance illuminates the entire passage, but the air is still very fresh and there is no feeling of depression at all.
Walking in it, Oran didn't feel relaxed at all.
This tranquility and security made a bone-thrust chill deeper into his heart - the fear from the heart made him tremble slightly uncontrollably. It was not that he had not experienced failure, nor that he had fallen into life and death.
The crisis, but he will never forget the feeling just now for the rest of his life - how close is the irresistible death to him? It is so close that it dances around him.
He struggled to unbutton his collar and panted. The psychological fatigue and pressure made him just want to force himself to clean up and then sleep...
However, at the end of the corridor, there was a guy who felt his fatigue worsened just by seeing it. A pale and blood-free face appeared on his black shirt. He looked like a floating in the air in the corner where the light was not strong.
The mask - noticed that the president was still hanging on his body and approached with a few green traces of approaching, and he did not hide his gloating tone: "Hello. My president... It seems, this time
The idea is quite stubborn. Have you done it?"
"It's not your business, White. Or are you waiting here specifically to laugh at me?" Oran narrowed his eyes and stared at the pale cord hatefully, his voice as if it was hoarse and hoarse as if it was
Friction iron sheets.
Although the guy in front of him is nominally his subordinate, in fact, Auran knows very well. In the dark dagger, all the people with a little strength are dissatisfied with each other. Auran killed the old man and became the president, but it does not mean that the whole thing is now.
The power he can do is completely under his control, but he has enough strength to face any internal provocations - at least before an hourglass.
The killer clenched his fists and suppressed the trembling of his fingers. The thoughts that began to emerge in his mind made anger start to fill his body. This time, the killers he brought out were all following him through life and death, and spreading the believers of his faith, even if the killer was killed.
It was never possible to have a good ending. But just dying worthlessly in such an unknown street still made him feel as uncomfortable as if he had cut his sword. Especially now that his strength is damaged, he may have to deal with it.
These troublesome provocateurs are eyeing each other.
"Ho ho ho... there is no need to be angry and embarrassed." The man called White reached out and touched his sharp nose as curved as an eagle claw hook, and let out a cold and sharp smile. It was like he was castrated.
The howling of pigs or other things, both the sound and the movements made Oran feel a little vomiting: "President, we seemed to have had some trouble before you come back, so you'd better make some preparations
.”
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To be precise, this trouble begins before the time of the two hourglass scales.
The Grey Deer District faces Central Street or its most prosperous area, but here you can still see a group of hooligans hitting an unlucky mercenary with wooden sticks in the back alley, and the ragged men shouting to beg for pedestrians.
Wandering magicians perform tricks and then sell everyone what they call a panacea, and a few churchgoers in the streets promote the destruction of the world, and deeper, they are tents and corrals,
A strange scenery composed of clotheslines across the streets and teams of hooligans seeking trouble everywhere.
The choking smoke drifted over the streets, and there were other ominous smells. Mercenaries were looking for work, laughter, screams, the noise of the crowd, the jingle of spatulas, the shouts of "thief!", the city
The harsh whistles that the guards blew when they chased, the barking of dogs, the purring of cats and the neighing of horses were always in chaos.
But this kind of place is not without quiet corners.
Several huge black shadows stood in the corner of a house. The eaves on the building blocked all the sunlight, making the surrounding large areas as hazy as night. Only a low-pitched conversation can make
People are sure that those figures that are vaguely visible, more than seven feet tall, belong to humans. The armor they draped on their bodies and the big sticks leaning beside them make them closer to those statues describing myths on the street, a
The ignorant beggar leaned over staggeringly, but before he opened his mouth to them, he was scared to death by the appearance of these guys and fled away in a hurry. Even his original lame became flexible.
But in the next few moments, someone walked towards them, and there were quite a few.
“Get out of here.”
There were more than a dozen people in this group. The guy in front of him enveloped himself in a tight gray burqa, and even his lower half of his face was covered in a layer of gray shadow. He just walked straight forward, as if he didn't see it.
The ogre-like guards didn't make an impatient voice until the latter surrounded him.
"Bastard! If you know where this place is, just walk in randomly? If you know the appearance, get out of here!"
"Isn't this the old lair of the Dark Dagger?"
So a heavy breath came from the darkness around him, and blurred figures appeared from the shadows, with fierce light like hungry wolf in their eyes.
"Come on the list! What do you want?"
"You need to register for a mixed fish like you?"
"Bastard!" The strange and joking answer made a big man roar like a beast, "If you don't want to die, it's better to get away!" He yelled: "Otherwise, no one will see you coming here, too
No one will see you leave!"
‘Boom’.
As if responding to his threat, mud and stones on the ground flew out in a blast.
The huge mace was wrapped in iron sheet on hazelwood and finally made of steel nails. Under his power, even the fine iron armor was invincible, although it had the weakness of being difficult to perform in narrow places.
, However, its owner still likes it very much - the feel of smashing bones and crushing muscles. The sound of cracking will always make him feel happy!
So he was stunned at this moment.
Because he didn't feel the familiar feeling of smashing bones and crushing muscles. He didn't hear the sound of rupture... Of course, it was normal for him to lose his life just to intimidate his opponent. But a cold spell in his throat
What's going on with the strange chill? And it's not stopping - after the chill, a warm current surged up, and I felt this strange heat wave in every part of my throat, and there was a little tingling pain. The warm current even began to gush out of my body.
Extend down the skin!
Hissing...
The other people couldn't help but scream.
Because they saw a dark shadow gently picking across the man's neck, and lightly opening the artery, bringing up a hissing and gushing blood!
One sword and one life.
"asshole!"
Everyone immediately started to roar. They didn't expect that someone would come to their doorstep to make trouble. For a moment, the sound of a loud metal hitting was endless. More than a dozen swords and crossbows quickly pointed at the dozen people in front of them. In fact, these
The guys are all very good at playing with hooligans. Although they are all dressed up as gangsters, they are obviously elites fed by human lives.
It's a pity that their opponents use means that exceed their understanding ability - when they each locked in their opponents and tried to have a beautiful strong attack, the terrible tremor in their minds had turned them into pieces of wood.
pile.
The mouth was opened as if they were strangled to the throat, and their eyes subconsciously turned to the short shadow covered by the old gray... The gray burqa hood was slightly raised, and the face below it was still hidden in the shadows.
But everyone seemed to feel a look sweeping over their bodies... sharp and cold, like the long sword in that person's hand.
The long sword in his hand was very light, not long, not wide, and it didn't look very aggressive... But those who were on the ground had no defense either - their eyes followed their companions and finally stopped.
The blood spurted out from the arteries outlined the scarlet stream on the ground... The splashing, flowing blood seemed to make people feel a terrible illusion - it was like it was surging from their own bodies
of.
So, the hands holding the weapon became cold. The cold penetrated their bodies directly, grabbed their hearts... stuffed something called fear.
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