Anderson Morey felt that the young master of the Stevenson family, named Carlos, had really gone to rescue the soldiers.

He didn't think it was ridiculous, he was just thinking that he was just here to investigate the truth of the case where someone pretended to be himself and hurt people, and before he started interrogation, the young man didn't seem to confess to himself, and then ran away in front of him inexplicably.

Anderson wanted to say that this was too naïve, but it was so outrageous.

Carlos ran across the bridge and muttered loudly, "Help! ”

His voice wasn't really loud, but it was very loud.

It's very penetrating in the calm afternoon.

Immediately alarmed, on the other side of the bridge, a few night watchmen resting in a sunny afternoon.

Soon, several people quickly caught up with Carlos running on the bridge.

When Anderson saw this scene, his face turned the color of pig liver for a while.

After a brief exchange with Carlos, some people pointed at the bridge, gathered four or five people and began to rush this way, while the other two continued to lead Carlos towards the house on the other side of the bridge.

Anderson grimaced and calmed down.

Grant said slowly, "A gentleman who abandons his servants at will is not worth losing his life, put away the weapon you hide in your sleeve." This is not a threat, but a kind reminder on the occasion of parting. Get out of the way now, or die. ”

Anderson, who was born in the Sword Pavilion, has great self-confidence.

Even if it is just a believer of the Sword Pavilion, for ordinary swordsmen, it is also the object of high mountain admiration. Since the other party knew that he was from the Sword Pavilion, he should also know the worlds of difference between the identities of the two.

It's a smart choice to retreat.

Anderson gave Grant the final stroke, not because he was kind, but because he didn't want to waste time.

Grant's dark face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to appreciate it, and he couldn't even talk about being humble or arrogant, just like listening to Lao Wangba's recitation, he didn't understand or ask, and he didn't want to hear it.

All he did was hold the bridge and stay on guard.

As a former excellent assassin, there has never been any psychological barrier to facing the followers of the Sword Pavilion.

Especially for Grant, who once had a glorious resume of assassinating dark mages.

When Grant bragged about the past, Carlos once summed up the first half of his life in a very stinky sentence.

"What has it to do with you to destroy you. ”

Grant, who is now a horsemaker and a groom, quietly feels in his heart that these words are too special and tasteful.

Grant was amused to think of this, grinning and showing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

Anderson suddenly felt that things were very strange, and at some point, the honest servant who was still ordinary just now on the other side exuded a fierce momentum at this time.

He has always had a strong self-confidence in his keen perception.

And now, all he senses is danger and conspiracy.

What's even more terrifying is that I don't know when it started, he felt like he was in a mud, and his limbs, especially his legs and feet, were a little heavy.

Anderson didn't dare to be careless.

He glanced at the black cat on his shoulder, and slowly drew a large sword that was both wide and light from his back, and looked around vigilantly.

The sword is gray and black throughout, and the surface is shiny. A touch of breath emerges on it, and it shines brightly. Obsidian steel martial arts, this is the family background of the five-star swordsman.

Grant looked at the obsidian greatsword and was slightly surprised, but quickly regained his indifferent numbness.

Anderson didn't hesitate any longer and took a step forward.

Wielding an obsidian greatsword in his hand, the razor-sharp blade slashed into the air above the opponent's head.

The triangular stabbing blade in Grant's hand is not a precious commodity, but this pair of assassination daggers has experienced too many killings, and they are not special but extremely handy.

Of course, compared to the obsidian greatsword that rotates in the streamer, it is indeed much inferior, but if it is wrapped in a layer of black aura, it will be very different.

"Bell!"

The dagger that had turned black, one tilted upward, withstood the tremendous power of the great sword.

There is a screeching sound of metal colliding.

The other stab stabbed straight into Anderson's arm with a slight lateral step from Grant's slight step.

Faced with a grappling with a strong enemy, Grant clearly knew his intentions, and this dagger went down, just so that one of Anderson's hands would immediately lose his mobility.

"Humph!"

Anderson saw this cunning blow, and with a loud shout, the obsidian greatsword that was held up by Grant's single dagger suddenly flashed with a burst of yellow light, and the sound was suddenly much stronger.

Grant's face turned bitter, and he suddenly felt a numbness in his right hand and arm.

It is no longer possible to support the power of the great sword with one hand.

Retract the forward stab of his left hand, turn to resist the big sword at the same time, push the big sword upward, and seize the opportunity to quickly turn over and retreat to the side.

"Humph!"

Anderson sneered.

When the big sword was swung, it chased straight after Grant's back, and at the same time, the sword body was bright, and it was already wrapped in a layer of silver-gray sword qi. Losing patience, Anderson clearly had a murderous move.

Weirdly.

Seeing that the big sword was coming strongly, and the tip of the sword was close at hand, the horseman was stunned in place, not dodging or dodging, and even showed a sneering expression on his dark and honest face.

Anderson didn't have time to think about it before he realized something was wrong.

Because the sword in his hand couldn't be handed forward for half a minute after all, and it couldn't pierce Grant's chest with a sneering expression.

Anderson's feet were heavy as lead, and at some point, a puddle of mud sprouted out of thin air on the thick dirt floor beneath his feet.

A pair of inky black muddy palms sticking out of the mud wrapped tightly around his feet.

"Muddy Scroll!"

Anderson's face was embarrassed, and the big sword that couldn't stab forward was smashed directly to the ground by his powerful wave of his hand, and the big sword pierced into the ground, and a surging wave of air arose spontaneously, sweeping across the surrounding wasteland like a gale, and for a while, the wooden dog bear bridge mouth was dusty.

He really couldn't figure out how it was possible for such a remote town to have such a high-level trap scroll.

The mud weighed like a thousand pounds, tightly wrapping around his legs, a masterpiece of the High Trap Scroll.

Without a knight who could dispel the mud, it would be futile to struggle.

Grant smiled innocently, "Hehe, I said that my little master has a lot of money in his private house, and you could have shouted the price higher just now, I think he will agree, after all, the little master has always been very kind." ”

"Shameless!"

Anderson blushed with his head down, his great sword stuck at his side, and he held it tightly.

He was defeated, but he was unwilling.

Although the opponent's strength is not weak, it is far inferior to him, both in strength and combat skills, but he didn't know when the other party laid out the mud scroll, but he didn't notice it at all.

Damn, could it be the moment when the boy ran away, just a moment to turn around?

How is this possible?

Anderson was thinking to himself.

A hearty teenage voice came from the bridge behind him.

"Uncle, is this it?"

Carlos grinned and looked this way.

Several nervous night watchmen held all kinds of long and short swords, spears, and even shotguns and short firearms, protecting him tightly.