An icy voice spat out of Lot's mouth.

The black dagger thrust into the back of Belster's head with a soft pop.

Bites of blood red flowed down from the blade.

Belster looked at the hideous-looking Lott in front of him with a blank expression, took two steps back, and finally fell backwards.

Watching coldly as the handsome swordsman's breathing completely disappeared, Lott spat at him.

"Phew! Waste is waste, I really don't know what the head of the regiment thought at the beginning. ”

The corpse was kicked over with a thud, and the dagger gently sliced through the ordinary clothes outside, revealing the golden soft armor inside.

Under the reflection of the silver moon, this soft armor actually emitted a faint light, and although it was attacked by Lott several times, there was still no trace of scratches.

With a strong joy on his face, he quickly pulled off the golden soft armor in his hand.

After a while, a complete pair of soft armor appeared in his hand.

Ignoring the almost* corpse on the ground, he gently stroked the things in his hand, which had just been peeled off with a faint warmth and a slight trace of blood.

It's just that just when he was happy, where he didn't care, a trace of black smoke was slowly condensing from the corpse lying in the shadows.

The smoke rose and condensed, like the shadow of a corpse standing in the air.

The moon in the sky was almost bright at this time, and it was a little weird.

Let the shadow of Lott standing in the moonlight be pulled by the old elder.

An inexplicably icy wind streaked across the streets.

Suddenly, Lot, who was holding the soft armor and observing it carefully, subconsciously shivered, and a small goosebump immediately aroused on his neck.

He raised his head and glanced at the cold street, frowning slightly.

"It's going to change?"

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something. Turning his head sharply.

A miserable white human face was printed directly in front of him, and the pitch-black pupils stared at it deadly, and the distance between the two was less than a centimeter, almost close together.

Traces of blood dripped down the long brown hair at the back of his head and fell to the ground with a crisp snapping sound.

Lott's eyes widened and he stiffened, looking in horror at the strange face that was close at hand.

This face is actually Bertus, whom he just killed.

"Damn!!"

I didn't have time to think about it, and the invisible sense of qi was directly stimulated. The body exploded.

The wind is blowing slowly.

The icy wind caressed Lot's cheek like little hands.

He leaned against a wall with a frightened expression. Rubbing his eyes. He found that there was nothing where he was standing, as if he had just hallucinated.

Only a half-naked corpse lay quietly not far away, bright red blood already dripping into a patch.

The smell of blood irritated his nerves.

"What the hell!!"

Tightened the soft armor in his hand. He carefully tied it to his body.

As if to cheer himself up, he slapped his face.

Just as he turned around and tried to leave this place of right and wrong, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from behind him.

The long-term fighting instinct made him subconsciously dodge to the side.

'Hiss'

The sound of clothes tearing was heard. A piece of flesh actually fell from behind him.

"!!"

There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and he didn't want to think about it. The dagger in his hand stabbed backhand.

'Poof! ’

The touch of piercing flesh reached his hand, which made Lott happy.

However, he was stunned because he was not piercing someone he knew. It's just a stranger in his pajamas.

"This is"

He frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong from killing Belster just now.

But now

The wound on the back was real, and the pain came from there.

Glancing at the stranger on the ground who had been stabbed in the face by him. He tightened his clothes and walked away quickly.

Running fast. The icy wind whistled in my ears.

Twenty minutes later, a pitch black room.

With a click, the door opened, and a tall figure walked in.

After a while, the pitch-black room lit up with bright yellow lights.

Looking at the familiar room, Lott breathed a sigh of relief.

The pain in his back and the soft armor in his waist all told him that what happened was real.

However, even if he killed Bellster, he left without even disposing of the body, thinking that he would soon be discovered by the guards in the city tomorrow, so the regiment commander estimated that he would suspect himself at the first time.

However, with the soft armor in your hand, a qiē is worth it.

This kind of invulnerable magical item, as long as you wear it yourself, and then change to a city life, there is nothing wrong with it.

With a hint of joy on his face, after briefly treating the wound on his back, he couldn't wait to take off his clothes and put on golden soft armor.

The fitted soft armor was worn on his body, like a tight-fitting garment exposing the muscle lines of his whole body.

Satisfied, he tried the flexibility of the soft armor, just as he walked over to the mirror to take a look.

Lott stiffened, staring at the mirror in disbelief.

Under the pale yellow light, the figure in the mirror was not him, but Belt, whose face was unusually pale.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes staring straight at Lot, and blood was dripping from under his brown hair, just like he had before he had been killed by Lot.

An inexplicable feeling suddenly welled up in his chest, and Lott suddenly pulled out his dagger and stabbed it towards the mirror.

"You give me death!!

'Poof! ’

'Bang Bang Bang'

The sight suddenly plunged into darkness, and the sound of water droplets kept falling in my ears.

A throbbing cramp in his neck made him open his eyes slightly.

Silver moonlight filled the streets, and a cold wind blew across his cheeks.

Lott lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, blood spilling out from his neck, and soon soaked the ground.

Because the dagger pierced the trachea of his neck, he now unconsciously made a hehe sound.

The body was slowly fading away from his body, and he saw a pair of pitch-black boots slowly walking over, kicking his body away with a bang, leaving the whole person face up.

Under the moonlight. A familiar face appeared in his sight, causing his eyes to freeze suddenly, and then his vision went dark again......

On the other street where Lott died, on a tall tower.

A blonde woman in a white robe stood silently.

There was no trace of affection in her handsome face, and her eyes emitted a faint green light, as if she could see the street from a long distance.

Freya frowned slightly and looked at what had just happened.

In her field of vision, the mercenary who had just been bewitched by her stabbed Belster to death according to the plan.

But just as he stripped off his soft armor and wanted to leave. His whole body shuddered suddenly. Then it stood still as if time had stopped.

This lasted about five minutes, and then with a look of fear on his face, he actually raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it hard at his neck.

And at this very moment. The dead corpse stood up leisurely, picked up the looted thing as if it was nothing, and turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

This unusual scene made Freya purse her lips.

"He is worthy of being a necromantic wizard, even if he is seriously injured. It can still do this kind of curse, but. It seems that this is the only way to go. ”

Freya wasn't very worried about the curse, and in some sense, the spirits also belonged to the curse system. And she has begun to have a certain immunity to spirits or hallucinations by now.

Especially after frequent entry and exit from that ruined world.

It seems that the constitution of the entire body is slowly undergoing some kind of change, similar to the slow erosion of the power of the world.

Of course, this erosion is in the current view. It is benign.

However, Freya worries that in addition to the curse, he has other hole cards to save his life.

The longevity of life. Let every wizard accumulate some as a last resort, and even at this time, Freya believes that this person will not be so easy to solve.

She even had a faint feeling that this person's danger was even more tricky than that of the Ominous Moon.

Watching Bellst's figure completely disappear into darkness.

Friya thoughtfully pulled out a white mask from her waist, paused, and turned away......

Four days later.

Outside Raymond City, on the continent to the southern suburbs, four silver carriages were moving fast.

On either side of the carriage were knights on war horses and wearing silver armor.

The helmets covered the faces of the men, but the murderous look in them marked what was about to happen in a moment.

On the last wagon.

Freya, who was sitting in the carriage, closed her eyes slightly, her fingers tapped the tabletop, and a trace of pale yellow gold dust slowly floated out of the top of her head.

On the table sat a stack of white papers, the little information that the countess had collected about Merses these days.

From the Countess's rudimentary information, she analyzed that this wizard who graduated from the ominous moon may belong to the wizard who specializes in ice in the plastic energy department.

Because anyone who has ever shot him has either been pierced to death by a sharp weapon, or his heart has been frozen and died.

And looking at the power of Cheng dù, it is not small.

However, for this traditional wizard, Freya does not pay attention.

As a melee wizard who fights with her own body, she has several solutions to ranged traditional wizards.

Not to mention that he is also just a newcomer who has been promoted for less than two months.

At this time, what Freya had to do was to slowly analyze the prophetic knowledge that the countess had given her.

After four days of meticulous research, she has figured out some tricks about the language department.

Although it is impossible to predict precise or complex things, about the little things that are gross, they are accurate almost eight times out of ten.

After closing her eyes for a long time, she slowly opened them, took out a fist-sized mirror from the side, and tapped it gently.

'Click. ’

The sound of shattering was heard immediately, and the side that was struck by Freya immediately spread out a fine crack, like a tree branch.

After holding it and looking at the mirror for a while, she gently lowered it.

Then he took out two slender metal sticks from his waist bag, carved a different rune on each of them, and slammed them down.

'Bang! ’

The two metal rods disconnected in response.

Frowning slightly, she looked at the stick that was broken into four knots, and for a long time, she casually threw it behind her.

After a moment's thought, she muttered under her breath.

"It seems that the probability of mirror prophecy is much lower than that of stick prophecy."

This time, she tested the duel with two methods, but from the cracks in the broken mirror and the length of the broken metal rod, two different results were obtained.

One is a draw and one is a win.

However, according to Freya's own calculations, unless something happens, the odds of victory are much better than average.

Reaching out and lifting the curtain, Freya brushed aside the outside environment and whispered to one of the knights closest to the carriage.

"How long do you have to get to the watchtower?"

Hearing Freya's question, the knight immediately lifted his helmet and said respectfully.

"Back to my lord, it's about half an hour away."

"yes, got it." She nodded lightly and lowered the curtains.

The people sent by the countess this time can almost be regarded as the elite of Raymond City, although the number is not very large, but the lowest strength level belongs to the junior knight level.

Among them, in addition to the Countess and Felix, there are also two strong men who have just been promoted to the Grand Knight.

This kind of Cheng dù, even Freya herself estimates that she will temporarily avoid the edge.

Although it will not be life-threatening, the qi that erupts at the level of the Great Knight can also indirectly break through its own defensive force field from a certain level.

Not to mention, there are also some great knights who have learned special sword skills. (To be continued)