Chapter 8: The Careless Old Man

Rockridge Mountain, a border woodland, with wreckage, bloodstains, ruins, jokes, and gunpowder-smelling air, filled the small clearing that had been cleared, and the confrontation continued. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

In the end, after the clouds above his head floated away impatiently, Old Locke squinted his eyes and said, "Okay, Reggie, the trick of delaying time should be over, it's still too late for you to leave now, you know that I still have a lot of troubles to deal with." Of course, if you have to find me something to do, I don't mind solving it now, it's just a small trouble. "Old Locke's patience is about to run out, after all, for those in power, they always don't like things to get out of control.

"Oh!? A little trouble? I'm really stalling, but it's just to be able to bring all three back to the guild. Reggie felt that he was underestimated, "Well, since you old fellow are so impatient, I will reluctantly help you, old man." ā€

The atmosphere in the clearing intensified in vain.

"Hey, hey! The big scene of passion is about to be staged, so excited. This is what Caesar really thinks right now.

Reggie looked at the conspirators and Black Rose who were faintly surrounding him, and secretly raised his guard. At the same time, the best means of counterattack are being calculated.

However, the extremely fast Black Rose did not give the old man, who had experienced countless battles, more time to prepare.

A simple and direct straight punch appeared in front of Reggie, and he could raise his hand to block this fast punch. The surprised old man whispered, "So fast! ā€ć€‚ Before the sigh was over, a slender whip leg kicked at his waist and struck from a very tricky angle.

I saw more and more fierce attacks, constantly beckoning to the skinny Reggie. Black Rose didn't use flashy moves, nor did she use false techniques, these unpretentious attacks were just full of strength and deadly physical skills.

Looking at Reggie, who was tired of parrying, Locke on the side seemed very calm, as if he knew from the beginning that this would be the case. So the unsurprised conspirator was reassuring as he prepared a dangerous and deadly magic spell, a faint fluorescent green emanating from the round magic guide in his hand.

The two of them dodged back and forth in the arena, and Reggie, who was a little embarrassed, had to take the initiative to leave Black Rose's fierce attack range to regroup. Reggie knew that because he underestimated the enemy, he had lost the opportunity to fight, which was really bad for him. You have to find your rhythm so that you don't capsize in the gutter.

Reggie, who quickly adjusted her posture, didn't wait for Black Rose to retract the beautiful legs wrapped in tight leather pants that she kicked out, and immediately grabbed the stiff time she was in after the attack and bullied her. Decisively interrupted Black Rose's rhythm while dragging it into her own stormy barrage of attacks.

"Phew! Underestimate the S-class. Locke's magic really doesn't work at this time. Watching Reggie turn the tide of the battle he had worked so hard to create in an instant, Black Rose felt the pressure double. This is not only a lack of strength, but also an inability to bridge the gap in experience.

In fact, Reggie is very confident in his abilities. However, he also knew that if there were three A-class wanted criminals in front of him, the three senior cadres of the Dark War Group would really have to go all out and be reckless about the consequences. His old bones can only be caught between his tails to find rescuers, which is ugly to look at.

However, among the three enemies, the "prince" Caesar seems to be in a problem and cannot participate in the war for the time being.

So his instincts told him that now might be the best time to deal with the Dark Celestials. Just like that, in the way of constantly pestering Black Rose, Locke's yin-loving guy is tied to his hands and feet, unable to use his threatening magic skills to the fullest.

As long as he dragged until the Shining Knight arrived to meet, he was sure that he would leave at least one of the other party. Hopefully that little guy doesn't drop the chain.

"It's an irrational decision, and the situation is a bit tricky now." Locke, who was difficult to ride a tiger, regretted it not long after the battle began. The cooperation of the two people made the war terminator disrupted,

It seems that there is still a gap between the S-class after all.

Looking at Reggie, who kept attacking Black Rose in turn, he felt that it was better to go up and fight him alone, Caesar's idiot couldn't count on it, otherwise the battle might have ended by now.

Thinking of this, the helpless Locke found the opportunity to release a painless magic impact. However, there was no accident that Reggie, who had been prepared, lowered his head and flashed away.

Gotta evacuate immediately, the intelligence Shining Knight should be nearby. When that one appears, the situation will be very troublesome, especially for the Shining Knight, her father with a special fetish. If the layout is not complete, it will be a bad thing to offend that person, old Locke thought.

At this moment, Black Rose, who was pressed out of the fire, suddenly accelerated her speed and retreated to the side, her hands opened to her side, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her already scarlet eyes emitted a faint red light, staring at Reggie not far away, "Lord War Ender, sure enough, I am not your opponent today, but if you don't take it seriously next, you will die~"

Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Reggie, who sensed the danger, immediately began to dodge backwards, but when he retreated, he seemed to have suddenly pressed the pause button, and froze straight in place.

"Oops! Careless! ā€

And Locke, who had been observing the situation on the field, immediately understood her intentions when he saw the faint red light in the eyes of the black rose, and prepared his ultimate move as quickly as possible!

A sphere the size of a football was hovering in front of Locke's chest, and this was one of Locke's proudest means: Annihilation Impact.

The whole sphere is dark green, and it is constantly drawing energy from its surroundings, like a black hole, constantly collapsing from the inside, and at the same time drawing energy from the outside to strengthen itself. Even because of this gravitational pull, a small part of the surrounding environment has appeared to varying degrees of blurring, and even the old Locke, who started it, does not look real.

Old Locke is still trying to control his killer weapon, because the power of this thing also comes with great danger, and if he is not careful, he may blow himself up before he can throw the impact out. You know, it's not going to be a pleasant experience to blow yourself up if you have nothing to do, and Caesar, that bastard, will laugh at yourself for many years.

It looked very slow, but it was only a short ten seconds, and the annihilation impact that was finally ready began to become narrow, and the original dark green sphere was almost black, constantly shaking and looking unstable.

Black Rose felt the terrifying magic wave coming from behind and silently snorted.

A violent shock wave plowed over the already shabby clearing.

Annihilation Shock hits Reggie head-on. Although the attack didn't make much noise, it caused a huge crater to appear at the edge of the clearing, the smooth bottom of the pit flashing with a crystal-like texture, while the opposite surface seemed to have been eroded by something terrible, and the irregular edges covered the entire mouth of the hole.

"Oh! Old fellow, you're hot enough, the Battlefield Terminator won't melt, you're so cruel. Caesar, who was sitting on the side, exclaimed.

Old Locke brushed his windswept hair and replied, "This thing is for the White Scar. I haven't used it much, it's very powerful, but it can only deal with the same big calamity, not to mention that. Hurry up and clean up the scene, and we will evacuate immediately. It's a pity for my old friend. With that, he walked over to Caesar, who was still sitting on the ground, and kicked him, "Get up, and leave the hard work to you, a young young man." ā€

"Hehe~ I want to go back to take a shower, don't make me wait too long." Black Rose smiled at Caesar who wanted to resist.

Damn, I remember you once again Caesar waved his hand angrily, since he couldn't resist, then he could only enjoy the pleasure of work obediently.

The other two people who got together discussed the aftermath on the sidelines.

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Time goes back to the time when Xia Zhe just got up.

Xia Zhe, like a walking corpse, hunched over and followed Alwin out of his cozy nest.

After being stimulated by the cold wind in the early morning, Xia Zhe sobered up a little, and then he said to Alwin with a sad face: "Although I asked you to wake me up, you don't need to use cold steel to call my face to wake me up, such as a gentle shake, or a few gentle shouts?"

Alvin, who had a serious face, also felt that his behavior was excessive: "I'm very sorry! I'll be sure to pay attention next time! ā€

"Do you want to have a next time?"

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Xia Zhe didn't wait for the other party's reply, but saw Alwen unnaturally holding his stomach.

Xia Zhe, who instantly understood what the situation was, took care of the knight's face: "Ahem, I'm so hungry!" I haven't eaten anything in the morning, so how can I have the strength to be your guide, I'll look for something to eat. With that, he turned and walked in the direction of Uncle Jim's house.

Alvin stood dumbfounded. The golden dull hair also stirred unconsciously.

From the kitchen of Uncle Jim's house, all Xia Zhe could find was a basket of damn bread. Forcibly endured the nausea, Xia Zhe picked up the bamboo basket and walked out.

Trying to put a basket of bread in front of Alvin, Xia Zhe strode back a few times, and then took a few deep breaths of fresh air, "It's okay, I almost couldn't hold back just now." ā€

Alwin beckoned to Xia Zhe puzzled: "I'm sorry for you again, just eat a little bit, but what are you doing standing so far away?" Let's come and eat together. ā€

"I'll just drink this. You eat it. He said, raising the milk in his hand.

It's simple, but it's better than a generous breakfast, and it's no problem to fill your stomach. The two of them ate breakfast silently. Alwyn is the usual style, and he doesn't think about anything when he eats. But Xia Zhe couldn't say anything because he looked at the bread.

The knightess, who had eaten only a little, stuffed a basket of bread half a person high into her stomach. Xia Zhe once again felt the miracle of the great universe up close: "Can you eat S-level like this...... Your association must be under a lot of financial pressure every year. ā€

"Of course not, only I am the most special." After drinking the milk on the table in one gulp, Alwyn replied boldly.

Xia Zhe was not surprised to be choked by the proud expression of the female knight. Speechless, he decided not to dwell on those unscientific, after all, the world itself is already very unscientific.

After eating and drinking, Alwin said to Xia Zhe, "Let's go." ā€

"So you're going? It takes two hours to get to Mt. Kuroridge from here, and more than an hour if you go faster. Xia Zhe said to the female knight who was arranging the armor: "Master knight, where is your horse?" If there is transportation, you can get there faster. ā€

Arwyn turned his head and stated some of the facts that he took for granted in a very calm tone: "How do you ride a horse in the forest?" And now all the roads are made with steam locomotives. Although it is not very comfortable to sit, it is fast and cheap. Of course, taking the magic guide locomotive and airship are both good ways to get around, and there will be no too strong fatigue of the journey. ā€

Magician? Airship? Why is there a feeling of extreme discord. The stupid black steam car before already has a feel of the industrial revolution. What kind of strange tech tree is there in this world? Xia Zhe felt that it was pointless to complain.