A figure appeared at the other end of the alley at the same time as Rhaegar disappeared, it was another adventurer, and after easily subduing Hann, who was going through the first lesson of life, the adventurer who had been waiting for his companion for a long time finally found him.

Rhaeggar's body and shadow are perfectly combined, and under the dual effect of spells and tricks, even if he stands face to face, absolutely no one will be able to discover his existence if he doesn't want to be discovered. The geist's breathing was adjusted to a strange state, and even the most hearing beast could not hear his voice as small and long as a thread from a meter away.

"Haven't you dealt with that kid yet?" It was clear that the later adventurer was confident in his companion, and before walking around the corner of the alley, Rhaegar heard his voice first, "Need my help?" said the second adventurer as he approached in the direction where Rhaegar was.

A slight sound came from overhead, and the originally extremely relaxed adventurer suddenly turned into a predatory beast at this moment, his body fell without warning, and at the same time suddenly rushed into the shadows next to him, before he entered the shadows, two flying knives that flickered with cold light had swept through the air and shot towards the place where the sound came from.

A wildcat screamed and fell from the air, its belly lined with the adventurer's two throwing knives. The sight relieved the latter's heart, and he let out a long breath and rose from the ground, ready to continue his search for his companion.

A chill came over him, and at the same time, he noticed that his clothes seemed to be soaked with some kind of liquid, and the wet feeling made him uncomfortable, and he instinctively lowered his head, and then saw the throwing knife that had been inserted into his heart at some point.

The discovery immediately made him lose all strength, and a second later, his body fell less than five meters away from his companion.

In the lobby of the smithy, Old York looked angrily at his opponents, who included the four adventurers who had been killed by Rhaegar and several others, who clearly belonged to the same organization.

"I'll go with you," said Old York, "but the two young men who live with me don't know who I am, so please don't hurt them." ”

The adventurer who led the group during the day shook his head slightly, "This can't be, you know our rules, anyone who has anything to do with traitors must be punished, in fact, maybe now they are being escorted here, unless you can hand over the thing you get, you can only see their corpses." ”

"Don't think," the blacksmith owner gritted his teeth, "I won't let it fall into your hands. He raised the hammer in his hand, "If you want to hurt anyone here, first step on my corpse." ”

The adventurer who led the group sighed softly, "As you wish." He said, then waved his hand.

It's a battle of outnumbering. A dozen well-trained opponents formed a battle formation in the lobby, firmly enclosing Old Yorke in the middle, and four of them—one with two-handed greatswords, one with a double-edged battle axe, and two wielding heavy hammers—were the main force in the battle, and they relied on their strength against the powerful Old York's hammers, and despite the numbness of their arms with every blow, they stubbornly held out with their superior numbers.

All around them, with the exception of the chieftain, were armed with slender swords, and from time to time they swooped out as Old York was busy fighting, looking for the flaws of their opponents like predatory vipers, and they posed no less threat than the warriors with heavy weapons.

However, even so, it was the old Yorke who took the initiative in this battle, this nearly sixty-year-old man had the strength and reflexes that made most young people ashamed, and his fighting skills were even more breathtaking, the hammer used to strike iron became the most terrible weapon in his hands, and with each swing one or several opponents were bound to be repulsed in disarray, and two minutes after the battle began, three opponents with swords in their hands had to withdraw from the battle because they were wounded.

The leader disguised as an adventurer was obviously also quite surprised, and the middle-aged man with eagle-like eyes made a quick decision, and the next moment, he took out a badge from his pocket.

"Come out!" shouted the leader after a whispered chant as he threw his badge to the ground.

A puff of smoke rises from where the badge fell, and after the smoke clears, a giant spider appears in front of people's eyes.

"Catch him. The leader gave the order to his summon, and the spider from the lower realms screamed and pounced on Old York, who was smashing another opponent into the air, and the brave warriors retreated in panic wherever it passed.

Rhaegar lurked quietly in the shadows, silently calculating, waiting like a predatory leopard for the best moment to strike.

The geist didn't come here out of gratitude or conscience, those emotions didn't exist in him at least at this stage, in fact, even he didn't know why he came back here— The battle had awakened some of his memories, and after using them to kill his opponent, an inexplicable impulse took over his actions, and Rhaegar involuntarily ran back to the blacksmith's shop, as if something was calling him, and when he met Old York, the feeling became even stronger, and the geist had to use his best efforts to resist the urge to rush to the latter's side immediately.

The appearance of the giant spider did not intimidate Old York, this grumpy old man had the courage to match his strength, and after dodging the attack of the opponent's chelicera, he rolled close to the side of his opponent, and the heavy hammer in his hand immediately smashed into the spider's body with a thousand pounds of force.

Even a giant monster two meters tall and weighing nearly five hundred kilograms could not withstand such a blow, and the large spider screamed and retreated, trying to get out of the opponent's attack range, but the experienced old York always followed the spider closely, and the hammer kept falling on its body.

The continuous damage finally enraged the giant spider, and the monster let out an angry roar, completely ignoring the hammer beating, and could easily pierce the steel chelicerae swung rapidly, falling madly towards Old York.

In the face of his opponent's stormy attack, the old Yorke finally felt the struggle, he parried the opponent's chelera, and was forced to step back, ready to catch a little, but this happened to fall into the opponent's trap.

As he retreated a few meters away from his opponent, countless white threads erupted from the spider's body, and before he could dodge, a huge cobweb firmly stuck to his body.

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