Before the light arrived, the cavern should have been dark and terrifying.

There is no shortage of stories in the ruined city, people talk about the nameless city lord, and add more words to him, and to the mansion with some history, to set off his luxurious and decadent lifestyle. In this land, the life of the aristocracy has always been enjoyable, and the general public has placed their imagination on it, sitting at the open-air table with a glass of wine in his hand and pointing at the stars, as if he were wearing a crown of the sun king on his head.

Occasionally, they talk about sharpshooters, and the conversation slips into a sort of controversy - sharpshooters disobey the law and promote justice with harsh lynching.

Some felt that the thugs in the alley deserved to have their legs broken, while others insisted on having the sharpshooter go to court for child labor. Other than that, which can be discussed in a bar, it is common to see cheap Houttuynia potted plants being placed at the edge of the table, fat men slapping the bar to drink today's and tomorrow's wages, and fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls in red nail polish and off-the-shoulder skirts will smile at the eyes of the richly dressed men.

Han Yu almost fiercely wiped off the blood stain on his face that had been stained for a while, and stabbed a sword diagonally to the lower right of his back with his backhand. The green goblin hissed, and it was seen through the attack, and the warrior in front of it was not quite the same as the few who haunted the city at night.

Han Yu's death list is full of all the guys who have committed many crimes but have not been held accountable, and he carries out his tasks one by one according to his own judgment, even the sharpshooter cannot stop them.

Han Yu didn't know where his shoddy mask had gone, and he had to roll in the mud pond several times before he found the entrance. If the corner bar had helped in the process, it was probably that their whiskey was strong enough that the flame burned from his throat all the way to his stomach, slowly igniting every vein. For that reason, he didn't care that he had wasted three minutes there, and he had to hear the fanatical supporters of the Sharpshooter in the next seat talking about Han Yu, the new masked warrior in the city of Broken Walls.

The goblin seemed to speak, probably just muttering and swearing, after all, there was no hint of begging for mercy in its ferocious attack. Han Yu's right shoulder armor had been torn off by the hands that seemed to be delicate, but salivated with strange dark green juice, almost taking his entire arm with him. In return, Han Yu cut down all the foundation pillars in the goblin hut, and even if it survived after today, it had to find another residence. Obviously, the green dwarf was a little angry now, and Han Yu had never learned how to extinguish the fire in his heart. He demonstratively waved the arrow in his hand, half-crouched and lowered his weight to stare at the goblin, ready to start the next round of attacks.

The way to control the goblins is very simple, all you need is any magician to recite a spell, and the simplest kind can freeze these agile little ones. However, Han Yu had only learned a few spells, and when he traveled around the city-states in the past few years, it was not difficult for Han Yu to find that the magicians in robes were those who cared a lot about inheritance and old rules. They will not teach outsiders a spell, and even when they are fighting side by side, they will hide their voices as much as possible to avoid being stolen by those who have a heart.

Over time, the cunning goblins realized that they should really be afraid of the mages in knee-length robes, and that they were the only ones who could threaten the lives of the living species in the mire. And Broken City, a chaotic place that scared away all the magicians who tried to stay. Thanks to the smugglers, the Sharpshooter is the only administrator still active in the city, but he has drawn a circle around his sphere.

The swamp on the outskirts of the western part of the city was clearly out of its control, and as long as the goblins didn't interfere with the people of the city, no one would visit it.

It was Han Yu who broke the balance.

"You're really ......" Han Yu gritted his teeth, he could feel his right calf trembling, the whiskey magic was fading as the bell rang, replaced by soreness and a hint of mental distraction. Three, or more, goblin fellows poked their heads out of the cracks, looking at him and the five dead goblins beneath his feet, faded to pale gray. There were a huge number of them, and Han Yu had already consumed a lot of physical strength in the previous rounds of melee, so he understood that it was difficult to completely strangle these pestering little monsters today.

He didn't just have a little regret about this - if he let a few goblins goblin, they would learn from the experience and hide in even darker corners, not to mention that this creature was especially vindictive, and it would be difficult to get rid of it for the next few years. But as a warrior, Han Yu has been taught by the best people in his peers, and he understands better than anyone how to cut and retreat, and give up the battlefield when appropriate. The darkness in this small cavern was so dark that he could disappear in the blink of an eye by hiding his opponent's view with smoke grenades.

However, before Han Yu could pull out the ball bomb, the light illuminated this mini-battlefield.

Then came the burning and the cold, two sensations that should not have been experienced at the same time, swept through the ends of the hair, tangled with each other and fell to the ground. Han Yu subconsciously covered his eyes, it was too bright, for a warrior who had been underground for a while, this light was enough to shake his eyes. At the same time, the wind came, and the robes that did not belong to Han Yu hunted here, noisy and messy, like the opening of the stage. The warrior keenly caught a wisp of sound in it, a mage's unique unveiling spell, said to be a combination of dragon chant and thunderbolt.

The goblins let out a low roar that seemed to be choked by their throats, the last struggle they could make, and the ice ballast spread from the ground to their bodies. This was no ordinary magic, and in the past twenty years—it was not an ordinary day—few of the magicians Han Yu had ever seen could perform such a spell that seemed to have lines carved into the spell.

The flames snaked up along the ice that froze the goblins, and when Han Yu opened his eyes, he saw that the visitor was wrapped in a large red robe licked by the flames, with a sly and ostentatious smile between the corners of his mouth, and slowly stretched out a hand towards him.

The end of the ashes is the abandoned factory, and this is the only way magic can guide you.

The remaining half of the arrow was stuck in the ground, and Bai Ji picked it up and wiped it clean. The factory perimeter was already surrounded by thick vines, and the red-walled style was clearly different from today's, where it had flourished and declined many years earlier, and became the most inconspicuous decoration in the corners of the city-state. Rats and cockroaches were weaving among them, black birds were chirping in the shade of the trees that shaded the area, and they saw that the gate was rusty and its hands fell to the ground.

They divided into two sides and approached the house.

Bai Zhi manipulated the character to follow behind Han Yu, the small crossbow arrow in his hand was unraveled, and the dark lines belonging to the magician flowed on the bow. Compared to the two people on the other side, who disappeared in a blink of an eye, they looked like novices approaching the room from the front. It obviously worked, though, but when they got close enough, the sound of glass breaking could be heard above the factory.

"Ahh ”

"Don't act like you haven't learned. Shiro dodged the vines that popped up beneath his feet. His robes were stained with mud, but it didn't stop him from jumping and jumping. Doing some movements is more like a warrior would do than a magician, though he has never denied that he has the physical abilities of a warrior.

A common problem for magicians.

The monitoring array had been shattered by their reckless intrusion, and the living greenery was scrambling to tear a few pieces of flesh from them, causing them to neglect their original territory. Bai Ji struggled to recite a small flame circle spell before he could barely force back the vines that were about to be successful, and Han Yu and him were back to back, the twin arrows in their hands already stained with a lot of yellow-green juice.

"When I go back this time, I'm going to remove the vine at the entrance of the base. Bai Ji shrank in the ring of fire and said, "I already have a psychological shadow. ”

Han Yu squinted at him: "Don't talk like you haven't tried to attack people with vines. ”

Bai Xi gave him a thumbs up through the layers of green vines, downward.

They retreated in tacit agreement under the enveloping attack, and the goblin minions followed without will. The scattered arrows on the ground lit up at the same time at a certain moment, and Bai Ji hugged his head and shouted something vaguely at Han Yu, and then drilled through the sweeping tentacle and ran wildly in the direction from which he came. He stopped when he reached a safe enough place, and then his body flew over and covered him.

"I hate magic. Han Yu covered his head, got up from Bai Ji, and repeated the sentence again. He was stained by the sand kicked up by the explosion, but Shiraku and his robes were unharmed.

Yes, cleansing magic.

They hadn't sorted out the mess they'd caused, and the blasted vines weren't moving.

The next few team members saw the scattered goblin remains all over the ground, which quickly turned into cold and hard data and dissipated in the copy, leaving only a particle of light that shone on Han Yu's side cheeks.

"Wow, it's too much!" Gu Yuandao slapped the keyboard, "You two clear the field, so you can leave a little oil and water for the innocent people, right?"

Bai Ji picked up the special materials that exploded from the ground: "What are you yelling about, it's not the final unified handover to the logistics department, I think this thing is mostly mentally agile, and most of it will be used on Song Chen in the end, it's not your turn." ”

"Really!" Song Chen, who was suddenly named, raised his head in the machine pile, flashing his big eyes.

"When did your brother Bai lie to you?" Bai Zhi grabbed the safflower oil and rubbed his hands, taking his character offline, "There is a live broadcast game at night, so let's go first." ”

Han Yu finally had time to interject: "Don't be too tired. ”

"That's," Bai Ji put his fingers on himself, "remember to come and watch at night, especially you, Han Dashen, don't go down and miss the live broadcast again." He said that a few months ago, because he was too tired from training, Han Yu fell asleep after returning to the dormitory, and even forgot to turn on the live broadcast of the program that he had already scheduled.

Han Yu touched his nose embarrassedly.