Shaman from Afar

"and many more!"

The tight-hearted Lucien held down the little wizard, and the right hand sword exposed by the blue tendon was unsheathed: "Wait, they may not necessarily ..."

The next second, a loud noise came from behind him!

"clang--!"

Silver light appeared at once, the gray pupil who turned suddenly, the fire between the blades of the short sword burst.

"Lucien— ?!"

In the exclamation of the little wizard, the sword edge, barely parried by the gray pupils, had been slashed in front of him, not far from the tip of the nose.

The other party didn't seem to expect that such a small person could one-handedly ward off his attack. The twisted expression was shocked and angry: "What are you still doing, seizing the trick!"

The sound of heavy and messy footsteps came from outside the door. Judging by the sound alone, there were absolutely no more than a dozen!

Luisen suddenly changed color, and the left hand vacated, and the silver blade fell into the palm of the back of the sheath, and he backhanded towards the opponent's face.

"clang--!"

The sound of the sharp blade, accompanied by the footsteps that had approached him, the gray pupil who did not look back roared behind him:

"Hurry up!"

The nervous little wizard didn't have time to think ... At the moment she rushed out, the note of metal collision hurried again.

There is no intermittent breathing, no time for thinking.

It's like the notes played on the strings!

The azure pupil stared behind him, and after only a second of hesitation, Ayn Rand resolutely turned back and ran towards the sky dome.

Now is not the time to hesitate. In any case, the evidence must first be sent to Loren and to the Chamber of Deputies in the Sky Dome.

Bringing yourself is not just a stack of parchment, but also the life and death of Lussak Covo and hundreds of wizards, and even the entire imperial wizarding class!

The little wizard who did n’t know that Lusak Kovo had committed suicide. The only thought in his mind was the expression of Seran Kovo that was on the verge of collapse, and the promise he had made to him.

Maybe the idiot never thought that the little wizard who had never spoken would know exactly what he was doing.

The back that hurried away every night, the brows frowned every time I returned, and the face that was always full of confidence, as if nothing could beat his face ... I never paid attention to the pair and never left him from beginning to end. The blue eyes of the figure.

Ain knows Loren very well, even better than himself ... The guy who never cares and always smiles has a proud and extremely fragile self-esteem.

All in all, it is a fool who likes to pretend.

Perhaps it was too self-confident, or I did n’t even think that I would let one go ... Most of the thugs have already poured into the house, and there are very few people staying outside.

"Someone is going to run!"

The whistleblower who was left outside—a soldier of the garrison legion sold to the map of Lussn wailed in his throat, already holding a war bow in his hand, and took a bow.

From Ain, who is staggering, to the tip of the arrow, there are only a dozen steps. For the arrow, it is just a blink of an eye.

At that moment, the little wizard who raised his right hand tapped with his right hand, and the white light spot flew silently to the informer.

It's just ... a "firefly curse".

"what--!!!!"

With the suddenly lit white light, the whistle-blower had just shot an arrow in his hand, and Ai Yin's petite figure was already thrown in front of him, putting him to the ground.

"catch him!"

"Quick, don't let that guy run away!"

"Something is on this guy!"

The thugs finally spotted from all around, shouting and waving their messy weapons, and hyenas preyed on Ain Rand, who had nowhere to go.

The little wizard who stood on the spot was not slow. While grabbing the bow and arrow, his right hand was already twisting three arrows. The azure pupil quickly flicked from that fierce and evil face. Bottle ignition agent.

At this moment, in the eyes of Ain Rand, the fierce thugs have become the most hypocritical face of the Holy Cross Church!

Ebden, Royal Wizard College, Apothecary Guild ... Every tragedy, every chaos has their figure, these people shouted "Holy Cross", and their selfishness was mixed into them.

Can't go on like this ... Ayin's cheeks flashed a little bit of decisiveness, his slender hands held up the bow and arrow, and his right elbow raised slightly.

Zhang Gong.

Arrows.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight, seven, six ... Ai Yin's double pupils have been squinted into a slit, fingers rubbed gently, pinched the arrow's right hand and gently released.

The bow rang.

"boom----!!!!"

The medicine bottle that was hit in mid-air turned into fragments, and the igniting agent that burst out burst and burst into a huge red fireball!

The sudden flames and the screams from the front row made the crowd of thugs “wisely” choose to stand on the spot, or simply hide in front of the person and flee backward.

The thick smoke disappeared, and the petite figure standing there disappeared without a trace.

…………………………………………………………………

"clang--!"

Between the whizzing of the sharp blade and the wind, and the flash of fire, a black figure whistled and appeared in the middle of the road out of thin air!

The gray pupil did not run away, but ran straight into the first panicked thug in front of him.

"clang--!"

The sharp blade of the right hand held up the opponent's tomahawk, and then the gap, the thin figure had fallen to the enemy's arms.

One! sword! wear! Bore!

In the scream, the sharp blade was caught between the enemy's ribs; Lucien, who could not pull out, grabbed the battle axe directly, kicked it hard at the moment before the enemy's body fell, and threw it again to the first Two opponents.

The left hand turned, and the gray pupil who held the short sword cut his throat with a sword. The plasma that spewed out was stained with ink blue bangs, and his immature cheeks; the battle axe in the right hand had been released.

Sharp edge!

"boom--!"

The sound of crisp crackling came, and the skull of the thug who had been too late to scream had been smashed and collapsed to the ground in a cry of exclamation; cracked bone residue and bright red color were everywhere.

Not enough, not enough ...

The silver-gray pupils became colder and more fierce; the figure in the pupils seemed to be no longer an enemy, but one prey after another.

Ain Rand hasn't gone far, there is still the possibility of being caught up by this group of guys ... then all you can do is to keep them all here.

One is not left.

Then ... go to catch up with the long-distance Lord Ain, use the brother's sword to open the gate of the sky dome, and hand the evidence to Lord Loren.

This is his plan.

A wizard guards in every area can only do "killing" ...

But as long as it is "his" will, as long as it is his order, as long as it is for him ...

No matter who, no matter how many, no matter how strong, no matter where ...

In this way ... only to become a sword in the hands of Lord Loren Turin!

"clang--!"

One-handedly blocked the opponent's attack, Lucien's left-handed sword from bottom to top, pierced the entire head from the chin, and the blade of the sword pierced from the top of the skull.

"clang--!"

A violent shout came, and the cold-eyed gray pupil parried with the sword, and the right hand pinched the opponent's neck alive.

"clang--!"

The heavy wooden hammer hit his back, and at the moment when Silent fell to the ground, he ripped open the vein of his thigh.

"clang--!"

It was only a few centimeters, and the flying arrows swept from Lussn ’s neck, and the left hand dagger took off. Out.

The thugs who had the absolute advantage finally realized their opponents ... It seems that they are not ordinary guards and attendants.

Obviously they are the most crowded party, and the other party is only a teenager and a half-boy ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Only a small person came to their chest ...

But why are they really suppressed, slaughtered, and ravaged? !

The empty alley, the gray pupil with some staggering steps slowly stood up, surrounded by more and more thugs in the middle of the alley.

Obviously, there were no swords in his hands, but no one dared to step forward.

"Come ... continue ..."

Wiping off the blood on his face, Lu Sien's cold eyes turned to his face, and his immature voice made him chill:

"who is the next?"...

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