On the muddy road, two carriages were driving rapidly. The person driving the carriage was wearing a black magic robe, wrapped in his robe, and a strange light of blood appeared in his eyes.
In this world, who can take responsibility for a weak magician?
The silver moonlight gently scattered on the windows of one of the carriages.
At some point, a hurricane blew violently around, and dark clouds were quietly blocking the moon.
The driver who was driving the carriage looked around and his low voice seemed to come from hell: "Get out!"
"What batch is this?" On another carriage, the driver who was driving the car easily jumped out of the car. At some point in his hand, he held a dagger with a faint blue light, flipped his eyes and asked the person next to him.
"Fifth batch!" The person next to the coachman seemed to be a swordsman. Although he was also wearing a wide black robe, his left hand held a sword from beginning to end.
A sword that seems to be one with him!
"Is anyone else looking for death?" a graceful voice sighed.
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"You are the Dark Night Mercenary Group, are you?" A loud shout came from the woods not far away.
"My dear one is a minion, he speaks so poorly!" The driver holding a dagger in his hand murmured.
"If you want to die, come here!" A loud voice suddenly rang out, and a white priest's uniform walked out of a carriage in front of him, with an iron rod with blood-defeated iron grooves on his waist. His rough face and loud voice all exposed his identity!
Now the number one wanted criminal in the Gods and Demon Continent, abducting the Three Kingdoms Princess, kidnapping the Crown Prince of the Gran Empire, killing the King of the Gran Empire and many ministers, damaging the children of several noble families in the Iron Blood Kingdom and the Alliance Principality, killing teachers, and killing the murderer of the two magicians of the Gods and Demon Continent! Chu Mo, known as the black-haired devil!
And the people around Chu Mo are his team, the Dark Night Mercenary Group!
The guy who just called out was undoubtedly Hans, the famous barbaric priest of the Dark Night Mercenary Group!
"Confirm, kill!" In the woods, a group of mercenaries carefully compared the magical portraits, and immediately issued an order.
With a command, a magic like a tide in the surrounding woods suddenly smashed towards the two carriages.
"Aurora shield!" A gentle moan rang out.
A gentle white light shot out from the second carriage, and the white light quickly wrapped the two carriages, a moment!
The two carriages were wrapped in white light, and magic like a tide hit the white light, like a stone entering the bottom of the water, without any movement!
"Everyone said that the saint of the Temple of Light Nianyan, who has a profound attainment in light magic. When I saw it today, it was indeed worthy of its reputation!" An old man with a vulgar face, dressed in a black mage robe, said loudly in a black mage robe.
"That lustful old man, it's you. Don't hide. You should be their head, right?" A lazy magician walked down the first carriage. He glanced casually. The old mage who was talking pointed to the old mage and said.
"Lazy Master, Zeng Xiaoren! What do you have to ask for advice?" The old man was obviously very familiar with the people from the Dark Night Mercenary Group. When he heard that, he asked with a wretched smile.
"I just want to ask what your name is?" Zeng Xiaoren asked lazily.
"Laggy boy, why do you say so much nonsense? Anyway, they are almost dead. It's a waste of time to talk to dead people!" Hans, the loud voice, shouted impatiently.
The vulgar old man who had originally wanted to answer almost vomited blood when he heard Hans' words. He stabilized his trembling body. He glared at Hans fiercely and waved his hand holding the staff hard.
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The magicians around them released a large number of fireballs very neatly and smashed them towards Hans.
There is no way, who made him so loudly? This statement has long been heard by everyone around him!
"Is the fireball technique released by two hundred great magicians very awesome?" Zeng Xiaoren was still joking lazyly, and his posture seemed to have never moved.
The words have not ended.
"Slash of the waves!" A blue sword light flashed with a gentle whisper.
A large amount of blue light shone towards the fireballs all over the sky.
Touching is just a moment. Just when I met, the fireballs in the sky were extinguished without a trace in an instant!
But the blue light has not diminished.
The vulgar magician obviously saw the power of this sword and hurriedly set up a magic barrier. Looking at Jianmang, whose power became increasingly weak, he smiled happily. He felt that this Jianmang could no longer threaten him. He was ready to launch the next round of advanced magic attacks. He imagined that after killing this powerful Dark Night Mercenary Group, his mercenary group would become a hero group on the God and Demon Continent!
Enjoy endless gold coins and those plump women!
When he thought of this, he felt dry mouth. Wait, why did a warm current flow out involuntarily?
He still kept a smile on his face. He lowered his head and looked at it. He saw that there was an extra hand in his throat. A hand full of blood. The hand pierced his throat. He felt a lot of blood flowing. When he wanted to speak, he found that his throat was empty, unable to inhale or exhale. In this way, there was a smile on his face and his eyes were filled with fear. He fell down like this, and he would be greeted with endless darkness!
"Su" gently wiped his right hand, and blood flowed across the entire right hand. The black magic robe was windless. Around him, there were many fallen magicians. Not far away, there was a guy in black and wearing a scarf holding two daggers in his hand and gently wielding the bodies of the surrounding corpses.
Looking at the blood in his hand, he retracted his hand into the wide black robe, and the blood in his eyes became even more intense.
"The trouble is solved, let's continue on the road!" Zeng Xiaoren looked around with a smile and said to everyone.
"Wait for me, so many corpses have money, wait for me!" Nabanik, the miser of the money, watched everyone get on the carriage, and quickly grabbed the gold coins and shouted.