"The man is here, I just saw him!"

Before the words could be spoken, the guard with the crossbow pulled the trigger towards the alley. A ghostly afterimage flashed before his eyes, whizzing crossbow bolts nailed to the wall behind him.

In an instant, Loren, who was hooded and covered his face, pulled out the short knife behind his waist, and the panicked crossbowman was still winding the crossbow when he was stabbed in the face by the oncoming blade!

At the same time that the surrounding patrol guards arrived, the corpse of the knife in the face door fell to the ground, and there was no one in the alley for a long time, but the mercenaries could still hear the footsteps.

"He's up there!"

"The response was so fast. Muttering with a wry smile, Loren, who had just climbed up to the eaves, had not yet probed, first dodged three crossbow arrows shot sideways, and then casually threw a jar of "suvenirs" down: "This is your prize!"

Although the guards below didn't know what it was, they immediately dispersed vigilantly, but Loren, who was hiding above, was faster - he took out the snatched crossbow and aimed it at the falling ignition agent.

"Boom!"

The sparks exploded, and the guards who blocked the view with their shields didn't have time to see what was going on, and they were instantly swallowed up by the "rain of fire" that fell like water droplets.

The two guys around threw away their shields at the first time, but the one in the middle was not so lucky - screaming turned into a fall to the ground, turning into a burning "torch".

Very good, found a new use of "ignition agent", the black-haired wizard nodded slightly. Although the power is a little unsatisfactory, to the point that it really takes luck to cause damage, it is still convenient enough.

If it was more powerful, he wouldn't dare to carry it with him.

Looking at the patrol guards attracted by the sound of explosions not far away, the black-haired wizard couldn't help frowning - he had already done out the two of their squads since he infiltrated here, but the mercenary group in the gutter alley was still cowering in the base camp of the Crutch Gang, and had no intention of coming out.

They must have found out, why do they keep letting these patrol guards run to their deaths? Do they want to test their strength, or do they plan to use wheel tactics?

Turning, Loren jumped off the eaves against the wall, landed steadily, and burrowed deeper into the alley—the steps he had learned from the war dancers of the Ancient Wood Forest had allowed Loren to land silently.

But this is not an ancient wood forest, and his opponent is not an ogre who is stupid enough to only have instinct. In this kind of alley with complex terrain and undulating eaves, there is only one end to standing tall.

That is to become a live target.

The footsteps behind him became more and more dense, and there were people gathering at both ends of the deep alley, and there should be at least a squad, that is, about ten people.

Although the Freedom Council's patrol guards are often referred to as "showmanship", they are also well-equipped enough, and they have an unrivalled advantage over themselves in this street fighting—they are outnumbered.

On the premise that he doesn't intend to reveal his identity, he will face them openly. Loren, who is alone, is at an absolute disadvantage in this regard, and once surrounded, the end is to be shot into a sieve by a crossbow.

The footsteps were getting closer and denser, holding shields against the wall, and people on both sides were holding crossbows, hiding in the corners of the alley.

The group of people was already frightened by the corpses of the two squads just now, and they didn't dare to stick it up at all, and they spied through the cracks in the corner of the wall to spy on the black-haired wizard's every move.

This was really expected, a sneer appeared on Loren's lips. It seems that the Bellini family told them that they were wizards at best, but did not state that they were spellcasters.

The difference between these two titles is worlds apart, like you can say that elves are humanoids and humans are humanoids, but neither side will probably feel that the other is the same species as themselves.

Loren, who was hiding in the alley, did not continue to wait, his left hand had been replaced by a "spellcaster", and red runes floated in the palm of his hand.

He may have been trying not to make too much of a fuss before he came, but now ...... He didn't plan to let anyone out of Gutter Alley alive.

The people who can be sent to Gutter Alley are all the most loyal doglegs of the Bellini family, and any one of them will be an absolute trouble - even if they don't see their faces, they will probably identify themselves in court and say that they have seen themselves in Gutter Alley.

And in the same way, even if it is the Bellini family, such a loyal dog leg is definitely one less dead. Since the other party has been honest and intends to kill himself in good faith, there is no need to continue to be polite.

"It's a shame that things have come to this point. ”

The black-haired wizard who muttered to himself slowly opened his left hand, and the bright red runes in his palm had turned into a vibrating flame.

............ The crossbowman with the helmet lay behind the corner, holding the crossbow in his hand and not daring to move, his trembling right hand holding the trigger tightly, as if he would press it down at the slightest movement.

Since the ghostly man appeared, nearly twenty guards have been killed. This "sudden situation" is really beyond the crossbowman's comprehension, and he does not even dare to imagine what the cause is.

No matter who it is, the other party is just alone!

It may not have been even a quarter of an hour since they heard the movement, but in the completely cordoned off gutter alley, nearly twenty people were killed as if they were slaughtering animals, and they didn't even know who the other party was or what they looked like.

Is there anything more ridiculous than this?!

Just now, he had killed four people in a row, and it wasn't until the poor fellows were burned alive that they noticed the man's movements and blocked him in the alley.

He had the illusion that it was not difficult for the other party to kill his own people, and the reason why he hadn't done it until now was because he planned to use the patrol guards as bait to lure those mercenaries out of the house.

Could there be any other reason besides this?

Just as the crossbowman was "thinking wildly", the gloomy captain behind him suddenly patted him on the shoulder, silently pointed with his broadsword into the alley.

The meaning is obvious, it is to let him go to the alley to find out the movement, and at the same time, it is also a bait to lure the man out.

The crossbowman, who did not dare to disobey the order, lowered his crossbow, raised his shield and broadsword, and walked into the alley tremblingly, his eyes wide, and his steps were as if his front was sprinkled with steel nails.

Slowly raising his head, the frightened crossbowman froze.

The man stood in front of him, slowly raising his left hand, and a ring with a nine-pointed star appeared out of thin air under his feet, and his dark pupils stared at him.

"He appeared, shot ——!!!!"

Suddenly the captain's command voice came from behind him, and the frightened crossbowman immediately turned back: "Wait, I haven't ...... yet"

Before he could finish speaking, two stone walls suddenly rose at both ends of the alley, just blocking the patrol guards who were attacking one after the other.

And in the next instant, the crossbowman swore he had heard the man behind him snap his fingers.

"Boom ——!!!!"

There were no screams, no superfluous sounds, and sudden explosions at both ends of the alley swallowed up all the guards who surrounded them. The crossbowman crouched on the ground almost instinctively and protected himself with his shield. The blasted stone walls continued to blast out rubble, smashing the wooden shields into one pit after another.

"The protection is still not good, it seems that even if it is a magic array, there is still a world of difference between the spell engraved and the simple use. ”

Seeing the stone wall shattered, the rather dissatisfied black-haired wizard pouted and fixed his gaze on the patrol guard who was still alive.

Hearing the voice of the man behind him, the frightened crossbowman turned his head in a daze, and saw that the man was getting closer and closer to him, until he walked in front of him, and a pair of dark pupils under the hood stared at him as if he could see everything.

"Are you still alive?"

The crossbowman nodded violently, not daring to blink his eyes.

"Good, because I'm going to trouble you to do me a favor. Loren's indifferent face, his voice did not hear any emotion:

"Please go and tell the mercenary leader who hid and sent you to death, the dog leg of the Bellini family.

It doesn't matter if he's waiting for someone, or just fed.

Tell him......

I'm coming!"