It had been three days, and Tony still hadn't gotten rid of that trash fish and returned, which made Robinson, who had just been frustrated on the seventh floor and driven down by the constructed puppet, furious.
"Calm down, it's not like you don't know his character. He must be hiding somewhere and being lazy." Pires helped Robinson bandage his wound, "How about I go find him?"
"Forget it, I have already tested the weakness of that constructed puppet. Let's take a rest and prepare to fight. I will definitely be able to kill him this time." Robinson was in a hurry to take down the mage tower. There was absolutely no way he would let Pires leave. If he also took the opportunity,
What to do if you are lazy?
"You are too impatient. When Tony comes back, let's leave the dungeon first and go back to Morning Mist Town to relax!" Pires complained, "What's the difference between finding so many gold coins and not spending them and scrap metal?"
"Okay!" Robinson was too eager to become a master. He knew that to be a great noble, he not only needed a lot of money, but also had the most powerful strength, otherwise he would not be able to hold on to the wealth.
Ah, Tony squatted on the roof, sneezed, cursed a few words, and continued searching.
Except for sleeping well on the first day, Tony has not been lazy at all in the past two days. After all, apart from the ugly ghouls, there are no dancers for him to admire in the dungeon, so he can only work.
"Where are you hiding?" Tony looked around, feeling very gloomy. Except for finding nothing, the corpses of those ghouls seriously stung his eyeballs.
When did Duren, who had a first-level soul, become so powerful? Besides, if he didn't find a way out quickly, why would he kill those ghouls? Collect soul remains as sacrifices?
There should be an altar in the cathedral in the dungeon, but Robinson used his ghost eyes to investigate and found that there were several abominations guarding the place, and there was also a giant skeletal dragon living there. It was impossible for Duren's level to get close to it.
The clueless confusion on his head made Tony's head feel like it was about to explode. However, the next moment, he cheered up because he heard a faint wailing sound.
Tony raised his hand to his ear and activated the assassin's hearing amplification, and the wail immediately became louder.
"I found you!" Tony showed a cruel smile and ran swiftly across the rooftops, quickly approaching Center Street.
When he saw the long street in front of the Hohenzollern Bank, Tony was stunned, and then an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
A guy wrapped in heavy armor is leading eight black-blooded spiders to retreat into a courtyard. There are four 'iron cans' next to him as human shields, arranged in a V-shaped formation to limit the spiders' attack space.
Possible compression.
When he saw the guy carrying an ogre saber smashing the ground, and the four iron cans dodging neatly, allowing eight black-blooded spiders to fall into the big pit below, Tony felt like he was suffocating.
The hippo opened its mouth.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Tony muttered, this coordination was so skillful, as if it had been practiced a thousand times.
But what was even more exciting was yet to come. When a death banshee in a long dress floated in the air, chanted spells, and used arcane bombs to bombard the spiders in the pit, Tony felt that he seemed to have lost everything today.
I have run out of surprises in my life.
"I'm Di Polo, what the hell is going on?" Tony cursed and hid quickly. As a melee assassin, he had no advantage against legal professions, not to mention that he could float, and there were seven
A tin-can servant armed to the teeth.
Arcane missiles are white translucent balls the size of watermelons, surrounded by a purple circle. They explode when they are shot into a large pit.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The shock wave mixed with magic energy and air waves directly exploded the spiders into bloody pieces and tore their bodies apart. In less than a minute, the bottom of the pit was filled with meat sauce, as well as some stumps and broken arms, and the strong smell of blood wafted away.
With.
Tony stared at the beautiful face of the Death Banshee, admired it for a few times, and prepared to go find Robinson. He would definitely be able to deal with this Death Banshee.
In the human kingdom, this is a female slave that is more expensive than the fox girl, wolf girl, or even the elf girl of the beast tribe. After all, generally no adventurers can enter the deathrattle plane to catch the death banshee. You must know that as long as this race is born, it will
They are nobles of the undead clan, and they also have a soul constitution. When they reach a high level, they are completely immune to any physical attacks, and their excellent affinity for magic allows them to become magicians even if they neglect their studies.
"A soul-level death banshee that hasn't grown up yet is really profitable." Tony was not short of money, so he decided to enjoy this death banshee by himself. It was cool just thinking about it when he went out with a banshee maid.
"No, you can't tell Robinson. He is a mage. If he sees the Death Banshee, he will definitely monopolize it."
Tony, who was thinking about how to capture Celes, saw Downton take off his helmet and was completely stunned. He was like a toad with its neck pinched, and his eyeballs almost popped out.
"How is that possible? How could he, a civilian, survive? And hang out with the death banshee? Yes, he must be the slave of that banshee!" Tony muttered nervously, pulling a handful of hair fiercely.
Then the next moment, he almost exploded with anger.
Celes held a handkerchief, carefully wiped the sweat on Downton's forehead, and handed him the water bottle on her waist, as considerately and thoughtfully as a maid.
"When can humans let the proud Banshee of Death be their maids?" Tony slapped himself hard. He felt that he must be too tired and hallucinating, but after rubbing his eyes three times, the scene he saw still didn't have any meaning.
Variety.
When Downton stroked Celeste's hair like a pet dog at home, Tony's chest was already filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, especially when he saw the Death Banshee with a smile on her face and no impatience at all.
, he pulled out the dagger, and there was only one thought left in his mind, which was to kill Downton, snatch the Banshee, and then ravage her on the bed.
"That banshee is mine!" Tony roared in his heart, breathing heavily and feeling extremely unbalanced.
Downton is just a commoner. Well, even if he becomes a magic user, he is just a first-level trash. Why should a death banshee be so obedient?
As for those tin cans, Tony took it for granted that they were Celes's magic servant, Downton? He was not at the Judgment level, let alone a magic servant, not even a goblin slave looked at him.
"No more magic stones? I do, just wait!" Celes floated away. Her nest was in Beicheng District, which was full of undead creatures. With Downton's strength, she couldn't go there.
"Magic, follow her quickly, don't get into trouble." Downton sat on the ground to rest, controlling the six demon servants. It was indeed tiring, but it was also a kind of exercise for the soul seeds.
"She is an undead person, what could happen to her?" The magic book extracted the soul remains from the spider's mutilated body and did not pursue Celes. It hated doing worthless things.
"What a great opportunity!" Tony, who originally didn't know how to separate Downton and Celes, was overjoyed when he saw this scene.
He took out the crossbow from his backpack and cocked it. Tony crouched and moved forward quickly. After entering the shooting range, he fired a shot directly at Downton's head.
Phew, the crossbow arrow arrived.
Hearing the sound of breaking wind, Downton subconsciously tilted his head and raised his right arm.
Ding, the crossbow arrow hit the gauntlet, and after a few sparks burst out, it bounced away.
Downton quickly stood up, assumed a fighting stance, and carefully guarded his surroundings. The ghouls were also scattered around him, acting as human shields.
"The response is pretty fast!" Tony frowned. He didn't know that when Downton was first promoted, due to the long time it took to shape his soul, his physical fitness was twice that of ordinary magic users, making him even stronger than him.
"Tony?" Downton saw Tony jumping off the roof. He was dressed in a leather suit and was obviously of a high quality. They had not acquired a lot of good equipment these days.
"Aren't you going to run?" Tony was surprised. Where did this kid get the confidence to dare to face him?
"Why should I run?" Downton asked, his left palm grazing the blade of the knife, and he could not be more calm.
"Why? Because you are a bastard!" Tony had a ferocious look on his face and was about to be pissed to death.
In his opinion, Downton was just a trash fish. He didn't even bother to use the assassination methods he was good at, and just killed him. He thought that a cat-and-mouse killing game would be staged next, but Downton not only did not escape,
Instead, he questioned himself with a matter-of-fact expression.
"Well, you are indeed a bastard!" Downton sneered. He had already begun to use tactics to make Tony lose his cool.
Had it not been for Downton's quick wit at the hotel, he would have been killed long ago, so there was no possibility of peace talks between the two of them.
"Very good, you're dead. I promise, even if the goddess of fate comes, you will become the food of the ghouls." Tony was also very cunning. Before he finished speaking, he threw a throwing knife and rushed towards
Downton.
"Go!" Downton knew that flying knives could not break through the defense, so he did not even make any defensive moves and rushed forward with great momentum.
Ding, Tony is indeed an agility melee fighter. He is very fast. In two breaths, he has already crossed a dozen meters and appeared in front of Downton. The dagger he swung made three marks on his armor, but Tony
It was not easy either. The ogre saber was very long and grazed his waist.
Tony dodged and retreated. Looking at the cut marks left by the saber on his leather armor, he broke into a cold sweat. Only then did he realize that Downton probably had a lot of actual combat experience. If an ordinary newcomer saw a flying knife, he would either dodge or block it.
He blocked it, but he pounced decisively. This judgment and courage were simply terrifying.
The demon servants approached, but unfortunately they were heavily armored and lost to Tony in terms of speed.
"Ghouls? Why do they listen to you?" Tony saw the ugly ghouls through the gap in his visor, and then his whole head was filled with questions.
"Dead people don't need explanations!" Downton raised his left hand, and the light of Hercules' power spread down from his head like golden sand.
