Shaman from Afar

"That man is here, I just saw him!"

Before the voice fell, the guard with the crossbow pulled the trigger towards the alley. The ghostly afterimage flashed in front of his eyes, and the roaring crossbow arrow was nailed to the wall behind him.

In an instant, with a hood, he pulled out the face of Loren from the short knife behind his waist. The panicked crossbowmen were still winding the crossbow, and they were stabbed by the oncoming blade!

At the same time when the surrounding patrol guards arrived, the body of the knife in the front door fell to the ground, there was no figure in the alley, but the mercenaries could still hear the footsteps.

"He's on it!"

"The reaction is very quick." Mumbled with a bitter smile. Loren, who had just climbed onto the eaves, hadn't probed yet, first avoided the three crossbows shot by the side, and then threw a jar of "souvenirs" below: "This is you Prizes! "

Although the guards below didn't know what they were, they immediately spread out alertly, but Loren hiding behind was quicker-he took out the grabbed crossbow and fired at the falling ignition agent.

"boom!"

The sparks burst, and the guards who blocked their vision with shields had no time to see what was going on, and were instantly swallowed by the "fire rain" that fell like drops of water.

There were two guys around who threw away their shields for the first time, but the one in the middle was not so lucky—the screaming turned into a fall and became a burning "big torch."

Very good, and found a new usage of "lighting agent", the dark-haired wizard nodded slightly. Although the power is somewhat unsatisfactory, it is really good luck to cause killing, but it is always convenient enough.

If it were more powerful, he would not dare to carry it on his body.

Looking at the patrol guard that was attracted by the explosions not far away, the dark-haired wizard could not help frowning—the two teams had been eliminated from the time he dived into here, but the mercenary regiment in the ditch lane still shrank. In the base camp of the crutches, there was never any meaning to come out.

They must have found out, why are they still letting these patrol guards run to death? Do you want to test your strength or plan to use wheel tactics?

Turning around, Loren jumped off the eaves against the wall, landed steadily, and then drilled into the depths of the alley-the pace learned from the war dancers in the ancient wood forest has allowed Loren to fall silently. To the point.

But this is not an ancient wood forest, and his opponent is not stupid enough to have instinctive ogres. In this kind of complex terrain, the eaves of high and low eaves, standing high only one end.

That is to become a living target.

The footsteps behind him became more and more dense, and people at both ends of the deep lane were gathering towards this side. At least there should be a small team of about ten people.

Although the patrol guards of the Freedom Council are often described as "like goods", they are well equipped and in this street battle, they have an unparalleled advantage over themselves-many people.

Without pretending to reveal your identity, face to face with them. Loren, who is alone, is at an absolute disadvantage in this regard. Once surrounded, he is shot by a crossbow into a sieve.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and the shield was held against the wall, and there were people with crossbows on both sides, hiding in the corner of the alley.

This group of people had been scared by the bodies of the two teams just now, and they dared not paste them up. They were peeping through the cracks in the corners of the dark-haired wizard.

This was really expected, and Loren's mouth sneered. It seems that the Bellini family at most told these people that they were wizards, but it did not say that they were spellcasters.

The difference between these two appellations is a big difference, just like you can say that elves are humanoids, and humans are also humanoids, but I am afraid that neither side will think that the other is a species.

Loren, who was hiding in the alley, did not continue to wait. His left hand was replaced with a "caster", and the red rune floated on his palm.

Before he came, he might still want to make as little movement as possible; but now ... he doesn't plan to let anyone leave Alley Alley alive.

All that can be sent to the gutter lane are the most loyal dog legs of the Bellini family. Any one leaving is an absolute trouble-even if they do n’t see their face, I am afraid they will be identified in the gutter. Lane has seen himself.

And the same, even the Bellini family, such a loyal dog leg is definitely dead one less one. Now that the other party has been sincerely planning to punish himself with integrity, there is no need to continue politely.

"It's a shame that things have come to this point."

The dark-haired wizard muttered to himself slowly opened his left hand slowly, and the bright red rune in his palm had turned into a flaming flame.

............ A crossbowman with a helmet was lying behind the corner, holding the crossbow in his hands and daring not to move. The trembling right hand slammed on the trigger, as if it would make him press down like a wind and grass.

Since the appearance of the ghost-like man, nearly twenty guards have been killed before and after. This kind of "emergency situation" is really beyond the scope of the crossbowman's understanding, and even dare not imagine what the reason is.

No matter who it is, the other party is just alone!

From the moment they heard the movement to the present, they may not even have two quarters of the clock. They were actually in a gutter alley that was completely blocked. They killed nearly twenty people like slaughtered animals, and they even looked at each other. I don't know anything yet.

Is there anything more absurd than this? !

Just just now, he killed four people in a row, and until those poor guys were burnt alive, they only discovered the movement of this person and blocked him in the alley.

He had the illusion that it was not difficult for the other party to kill these people. The reason why he hadn't done it yet was that he intended to use the patrol men as bait to lead the mercenaries out of the house.

Besides this, can there be other reasons?

Just as the crossbowman was "thinking wildly", the somber captain behind him suddenly patted his shoulder hard, silently pointing the broad sword into the alley.

The meaning was obvious, because he wanted him to go into the alley to find out what was going on, and at the same time it was a bait to attract the man out.

The crossbowmen who did not dare to disobey the order put down their crossbows, raised their shields and broadswords and walked into the alley with diligence, widened their eyes, and their feet seemed to be covered with steel nails carefully.

Slowly raised his head, the crossbowman in frightened stunned.

The man stood in front of him, slowly raising his left hand, and a circle with a nine-pointed star appeared from under his feet, and the dark pupil looked at him.

"He showed up and shot — !!!!!!"

Suddenly the command of the captain came from behind, and the frightened crossbowman immediately turned back: "Wait, I haven't ..."

When his words hadn't fallen, two stone walls suddenly rose at both ends of the alley, just in front of a patrol guard that was slammed in tandem.

And at the next moment, the crossbowman swore that he absolutely heard the man behind him snapping his fingers.

"boom--!!!!"

There were no screams, let alone any superfluous sounds. The sudden explosions at both ends of the alley swallowed up all the guards that surrounded them. The crossbowman is almost instinctively crouching on the ground to protect himself with a shield. The broken stone wall continuously exploded with gravel, smashing wooden shields out of pits and holes.

"Protection is still not enough, it seems that even the magic circle ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The engraved spell and the simple use of it are still a world apart."

Seeing the stone wall blown to pieces, the rather dissatisfied dark-haired wizard pouted and stopped his gaze on the alive patrol guard.

Hearing the voice of the man behind him, the frightened crossbowmen turned back stunned, and saw the man getting closer and closer to him, until he walked in front of him, and hooded a pair of dark pupils, as if he could see Stare at yourself like everything.

"Are you still alive?"

The crossbow soldier nodded violently, his eyes dared not blink.

"Very good, because I'm going to trouble you to do me a favor." Loren could not hear any emotion in his indifferent face:

"Could you please tell the mercenary who hid and let you come to die, the dog leg of the Bellini family.

It doesn't matter if he is waiting for someone, or if he is just full.

tell him……

I'm coming! "