Looking at the old goat that was still trembling, Ren's mouth twitched: "Put it away, this dead dog is already cold."
The werewolf Marquis Brewster died in a very unbearable way, without having time to show his true strength, but he had no one to blame, it was him who was too wasteful.
If he hadn't been full of flirtatious words when he first came up, but had gone straight to fight with full firepower, at least he wouldn't have rushed to the street so quickly.
"Hey, I just like this kind of mentally retarded devil kid. It's so easy to make money." After throwing the wolf's head a few times, the old goat put Brewster's head away, with a very proud tone.
Mrs. Ellie held the wind chime and ran over all the way. She looked at Ren with a little surprise, who was spattered with blood, and glanced at the old goat again.
"You seem to have won easily." Mrs. Ai Li looked slightly shocked and said with a rather uneasy heart.
She does not lack basic knowledge. Normally, if two master-level experts at the beginning of the fourth level join forces, let alone kill a fourth-level demon marquis so quickly, they may not be able to win.
The combination of witcher and warlock is not as classic as the combination of gunner and iron warrior, shadow warrior and knight, druid and beast tamer.
Ren also looked at the old goat with admiration, chuckled, and said to him: "You are better than I thought."
He knew that the other party was too eager and tried to advance to the fourth level with a mid-match plan, but failed. He wasted more than twenty years, otherwise he would have been promoted to the fourth level at the age of thirty.
Don't underestimate being promoted to the fourth level at the age of thirty. This is already very good. Lao Goat is just from an ordinary wealthy businessman family, and he is not a born awakener.
"Boy, now do you know how powerful this master is? I'm not bragging. An elder from the Natural School once guided me for a while and made it clear that I was expected to become a Heavenly Map Saint..." The old goat raised his eyebrows and began to brag.
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He does have the capital to be proud of. The four-layer seal of the elements is already very sharp. Generally, the [Array Warlock] needs to be at the fourth level to master it, but it is not his real trump card.
Renn ignored the very smelly old goat and hid in a small alley with Mrs. Ellie, preparing to ambush passing enemies.
"I really don't have the ability to appreciate anything." After muttering, Lao Shanyang glanced at the thin layer of blood on the ground and jumped to a tree with dense leaves.
The two of them were not inflated by the previous success. This battle lasted a short time but was very intense. Running the Demon-Slaying Art at full strength was a heavy load on Renn, and a lot of spiritual energy in his body was consumed.
It's better to be careful, not to mention that there are many Dark Duke-level powerful men on this battlefield, even if they are ambushed by several marquis, the demons are also proficient in all kinds of coordination.
Don't forget, they also have Mrs. Ellie as a burden.
Da da da~
Soon, there was a rush of footsteps not far away, and a Demon Marquis fled this way in a panic. His pale cheeks were bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his expression was very frightened.
Ren frowned in the alley, and just when he was about to raise his knife to kill the demon, he heard a soft and moving song like the breeze and drizzle.
"I've seen events that people couldn't believe. I've seen the sacred tree of Miwes destroyed by bloody flames and ignited into a raging fire.
I have seen the light of dawn streaking through the dark and deep night of the Morovan Plain. This is the signal before dawn.
But all these moments will be lost in time, like...tears...in the rain.
The time of death...has arrived."
As this dreamy and soft aria echoed in the blood mist of the night, everything seemed to have stopped, leaving only the dim moonlight flowing gently.
Phew~
The breeze blew gently in the night sky, and the Demon Marquis's escape suddenly stopped. His tall and burly body fell to the ground with a thud, splashing a cloud of dust.
There was still fear on his expression, and blood was bleeding from all the orifices on his pale face. In a sense, he was even more unlucky than the werewolf Brewster. He was only at the beginning of the fourth level, but he met a great man who was only one step away from the temple level.
enemy.
This voice was a bit familiar, and Ren probably knew whose hand it was, so he didn't pay attention to the voice. Out of curiosity about the singer's profession, he used the energy of the stars to sense the dead demon.
"this……"
With a look of shock on his face, he discovered that the muscles and blood vessels all over the body of the Marquis of the Demon Tribe were rotten, and his bones were broken into countless tiny pieces.
It can be said that this demon is only bleeding from his seven orifices on the surface. In fact, except for the source of his power - the hardest demon stone in his head, almost no part of his body is intact.
Under this veritable sound of death, his internal organs were almost shattered into a pile of flesh. Even though the demon had strong vitality, such a terrible injury was naturally cold.
The person who caused all this quickly surfaced. He was wearing a gray windbreaker, a black and white checkered uniform, and a soft hat with a badge.
The visitor is a senior deacon from the 7th Bureau. He is very young, has purple temples and green eyes, is handsome, and exudes a romantic temperament like a poet. He is none other than Eddie Mordred.
Wearing white gloves, he put the devil's body into the storage ring and scanned the area: "The friend in the tree and the lady in the alley, why don't you come out and say hello?"
"This is the second time this has happened." Ren walked out slightly depressed, holding the knife and complaining.
There was a strange color in Eddie's eyes. It was very rare. His sound wave detection and listening skills had failed. He had just sensed Mrs. Ellie in the alley, but he had not noticed the existence of Ren.
"You are very special. I didn't notice you before." Eddie looked at Ren with strange eyes. It was difficult to hide from his perception.
He can even listen to people's heartbeats from medium to long distances, such as the one in the tree. He can detect it even if he uses a spell to mask the breath.
Ren, who was a little depressed, didn't reply. In fact, he could also act as an assassin.
"It turns out it's you, what a disappointment." The old goat jumped down from the tree and said to Eddie with an unhappy look on his face.
He was not surprised that the other party could find him. The [Singer] profession was very special. If he was not an assassin at the same level, there was no way he could sneak attack on them.
"I thought a fat sheep came here to die, but it turned out to be your prey. My joy was in vain." The old goat snorted. He obviously knew the other person.
Eddie stretched out his hand to hold the hat on his head and said very politely: "Haha, I'm sorry for delaying you. Let's talk another day. I have something else to do, so let's go first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a few steps and disappeared into the night like a gust of breeze. The skilled man was bold, and with his strength, he could even deal with the Duke of Darkness.
The five levels of singers are: first level [drummer], second level [singer], third level [bard], fourth level [reciter], and fifth level [soul singer].
This profession is very special. It uses special sound waves or rhythms combined with spiritual energy as an attack method. Like [Druid], the upper and lower limits of strength at the same level are a bit wide. The weak ones are very weak and the strong ones are very strong. It is a very
A career that relies on individual talent.
Ren and the old goat looked at each other and chose to continue their ambush.
They also want to take the initiative to attack, but defeating and killing are two different things. The old goat can no longer use the fourth elemental seal in a short period of time, and the demon has a very tenacious vitality and an excellent escape ability. It is difficult to kill without relying on sneak attacks.
As for hunting those earl-level demon descendants, neither Ren nor Lao Goat is interested. In terms of price, ten dark earls are not as good as one marquis.
"Madam, compared to this one, you are far behind." In the hidden alley, Ren said softly, and at the same time, he and Mrs. Ellie were surrounded by the aura of the stars.
He almost forgot just now that the old goat also had a spell to conceal his aura, but Mrs. Ellie had no hidden skills.
Mrs. Aili, who is also a [Singer], moved her red lips: "In the future, I will be as powerful as him!"
"That's perfect, I don't need a vase." Ren said calmly.
It is best for a force to have a singer. If the other party is not valuable, he will not bother to take her with him.