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The road zigzags forward, and there are two people on the road, and the two are separated by a kilometer. After the battle of the www.biquge.info Cave, Darko has been following the familiar path into the distance, knowing that VITB12 is right behind him. Darko also tried to get rid of Vitb12 by going around in circles and laying traps, but Vitb12 became extremely careful after the Battle in the Mines, and it was difficult to get rid of it even with teleportation scrolls. Instead of fighting in a strange place after a random teleportation, it is better to delay a little longer in a familiar environment, after all, what Daktronics needs to do now is to consume as much time as possible.

Earlier in the mine, Darko guessed that VITB12 must have used some method to follow him all the time. It wasn't until today that Darko stumbled upon a wisp of vindictive energy in his body while healing, and thus guessed that it might be the cause of this wisp of vindictive energy. This fighting spirit is extremely vicious, constantly cruising around, destroying the body tissue in Darko's body, Dakko can only suppress it with mental power and magic power, and dare not relax a little.

This fighting spirit is not impossible to eradicate, in the past few days, under the forcible rejection of Darko's mana, that wisp of fighting energy has been reduced by half. Darko clearly knew that it would take him a lot of time to eradicate this fighting spirit, and it would take a lot of effort for VITB12 to recover from the injuries he had been injured by the Elemental Martyrdom explosion, and the two of them formed a balanced state in such a situation. Dakko walked ahead, and vitb12 hung far away from a kilometer away.

When he saw the silhouette of Yorktown from afar, Darko smiled a little. He was back in a familiar place, but completely unfamiliar to vitb12. In the battle of the mines, the reason why Dakko was able to defeat the strong by the weak was mainly due to the home field advantage. Now that he has come to a place that is beneficial to him, his self-confidence has increased again in an instant. Dakko hadn't had time to rejoice for too long before he realized it and turned to look behind him. There, the figure of vitb12 finally stopped following from a distance, but chased after it quickly, like a black lightning bolt.

"Could it be that his injuries have healed?" Darko was shocked, he thought that he would clear his fighting qi faster than Vitb12 could heal, so he could get rid of Vitb12 before he could recover from his injuries. Unexpectedly, VITB12's recovery ability was so outstanding, which disrupted his original plan.

Dacko didn't have time to think about it, so he cast a swift spell on himself and ran towards Yorktown as fast as he could. He must enter the town before VITB12 catches up, relying on the terrain to maneuver with him, or he will only end up dead.

The distance between the two kept getting closer, and when VITB12 had chased a hundred meters behind Darko, Darko also jumped into the Yorktown fence. In an emergency, he didn't have time to walk through the main entrance, and behind the fence was a narrow and congested residential area. Dakko didn't have time to think about it, so he pulled open a wooden door panel on the left hand side and got in.

Inside the room, two men and a woman were struggling on the narrow bed, and Dacko's intrusion stunned them for a while. But Darko didn't bother to look at them, and rushed straight to the back door of the house, and crashed out.

Before the three people in the room could figure out what was going on, a long black knife was thrust through the wall, and in a high-frequency tremor, the entire room and everything inside turned into a mixture of broken wood and flesh.

Darko frantically rushed from house to house, following his escape route, and the houses were shattered and destroyed. In the midst of such a crisis, his mind gradually regained its composure and began to plan the next battle.

The rooms in the living quarters were so disorganized that there was no order to speak of, and Dakko didn't have the time to explore the passageways that were impassable or impassable. Most of the residential areas are simple dwellings made of planks and rags, which collapse when they collide, and occasionally encounter brick and stone walls, and Dakko is an ice moon technique, knocking down the wall and continuing to run. The VITB12 in the rear is even more violent, no matter what stands in front of him, he will open a road with a single thrust of his long knife.

Vitb12's way of opening the way was spectacular, so that his pursuit turned into a dragon formed by a cloud of dust behind Dakko, as if the smoke was chasing Dakko all the way. The dust and smoke were mixed with the exclamations of men, women and children, but these cries were very short-lived, and most of them were cut off as soon as they were spoken.

Just listening to the rumbling of a house collapsing, Dacko could tell the distance between the danger and himself, and to his horror, the distance was shrinking. Although he was ramming all the way, he just drove a path that he could pass, and VITB12 may be to prevent Darko from going around in circles with the help of the terrain, chasing and demolishing houses at the same time, even then he is faster than Darko, which can't help but make Darko's heart fall lower.

Sonor!

In the midst of this chaotic noise, a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded, and this sound made people feel like they had pierced their eardrums and hit their souls. The sound behind him didn't interfere with Darko's continued escape, and he passed through a dozen more houses before realizing that the dust dragon chasing him behind had come to an abrupt end with the sound.

With this gap in place, Darko hurriedly cast an ice armor spell on himself, and then carefully jumped to his feet, jumped onto the roof of a house full of firewood, and looked at the end of the dust and smoke under the cover of firewood. There was a five-metre-square clearing, surrounded by broken bricks and wood, and the remains of the houses were distributed in a circle, apparently scattered by the impact of some great force.

At this moment, on either side of the circle, there were two figures standing opposite each other, still on guard, apparently separating from each other after a single attack. Of the two figures, one is VITB12, while the other is holding a two-handed hammer, his face completely hidden in his beard. Darko was shocked, and he immediately recognized this as the blacksmith who had sold him his wand!

In fact, Darko has no special expertise in distinguishing alien races, just like most humans think that orcs look the same, Darko also thinks that all of them look similar, at most by the length of the beard and the different decorations on their bodies. But this blacksmith Darko will not admit mistakes, he has a special aura in him, which makes the people around him feel as if they are being pressed under him all the time, and they cannot resist. If the momentum of VITB12 is an all-permeable knife, then the momentum of the blacksmith is an indestructible hammer.

Just now, the Daktronics have reached the heart of the residential area and are close to the downtown area of the town. But now it's unusually quiet, and even the usual noisy bars are silent. Just now, VITB12 came so loudly, but all the windows of the surrounding residences were closed, and there was not even a thin slit to peek out. Under the weight of survival, people have completely lost their curiosity.

vitb12 carefully looked at the one opposite, he was not in a hurry, but took out a life spectrum, looked at the direction of the sun, and said as if talking to himself, "The Hill Clan of the Mercury plane, one of the eight elders, Ibek Agut, ranks 2594th in the life spectrum. It's a rare occasion to meet you here. ”

Agette snorted, spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and scolded, "Measure life by money, a bunch of self-righteous bastards!

vitb12 smiled softly, and then replied seriously, "First of all, in the context of the market economy, the value of any two things is a relationship that affects each other, which can be said to be measured by money, and it can be said that money is measured by life. Second, your fate is not determined by us, but by the market. ”

Agette blew his beard and glared at vitb12, but the theory that vitb12 said was a bit profound, and he couldn't find any excuse to refute it for a while.

vitb12 shook his head, as if he was a little sad, "The pathetic race that has never thought about the world can only distinguish right from wrong by what has been passed down, and from this point of view, it is actually very similar to the orcs, how can you force you to understand the ideals of His Highness the Holy Vitamin?"

"Bullshit ideals! A group of killers who are careless about human life are also worthy of talking about ideals?" Agette spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm again, pointing to the ruins behind VITB12 and scolding, "There are at least dozens of corpses buried there, all of which were killed by you!"

Vitb12 replied directly without hesitation, "The lives of these people are not worth much, I think you should know this, Agart." ”

"Is a man's life measured in terms of money?" said Agut, gritting his teeth, and let out a trembling sound.

"Yes, everyone has a price, even gods and legends, have their own price. You can disagree with this, but others will have their own evaluation of your price, and the price that most people agree with is your actual value. If you don't accept it, it just means that you think the price is low. ”

Agart snorted angrily, "People still have dignity, is dignity valuable?"

"The virtual things derived from the formation of the social value system of autonomous consciousness are not within the scope of valuation. vitb12 replied earnestly, as if the teacher was answering a student's question.

Agat could no longer remain calm, his beard fluttered high with his momentum, as if to show his anger, "I have nothing to say to you, let's fight!"

vitb12 bowed slightly, "Just what I want." ”

The knife collided with the hammer, and once again there was a very penetrating sound. Agette held the hammer in both hands and pressed down from top to bottom, while Vitb12 also held the sword with both hands, and withstood the attack from the bottom up with a slight bend on one knee, even though he was underneath but did not move.

"Boy, run, I'll stop him. Agart roared angrily, and the hammer's sheer force finally broke the deadlock, knocking VITB12's long knife back.

Darko was stunned to realize that the blacksmith meant himself, and he hesitated for a moment, but did not run away immediately. This is a rare opportunity for him to join forces with Agette against VITB12. If he escapes, I'm afraid he will lose this chance to defeat VITB12. What's more, even if he escapes, if vitb12 can find him once, he will be able to find him again. Still standing on the rooftop, Darko asked from afar, "Uncle, what about you?"

"Me?" The beard was raised, and then it hung low, and Darko seemed to see a bitter smile on his face through the beard, but there was a hint of relief in this bitter smile, "This time, I won't run away." ”

Darko was stunned, and he heard something else in the blacksmith's tone, as if there was an unspeakable secret in it. He hesitated, and instead of retreating, he cast an ice armor spell and blessed Agget. This is a usage that Dakko has only comprehended in the past few days, the ice armor technique was originally only able to cast spells on himself, and after gaining the ability to control spells, Dakko was able to apply it to other people, and this was the first time he had tried.

Agath looked at the blood-red ice armor on his body, his bearded face moved, and then let out a long sigh.