The roaring explosion was mixed with billowing smoke, and the roof flew into the air, turning into fragments a moment before it fell, and scattered among the ruins of the already burning houses.

There were no screams, no time to escape, and even the poor mercenaries didn't know what was happening, and the entire three squads of mercenaries were reduced to either living or charred corpses in the explosion and collapse of the house.

A certain black-haired wizard had taken refuge in the house next door a moment before the explosion, and if he hadn't just prepared a stone wall with the "Will of the Rock" to block the aftermath of the explosion, he would now be like those rooftops that have been reduced to pieces, flying into the air and falling again.

Patting the dust on his body, Loren, who got up from a pile of rubble, had a flat expression as if he had just finished drinking a cup of afternoon tea - it was clear that the explosion had just ended, and the three squads were killed, but the mercenaries did not show the slightest collapse, but relined after a short panic and continued to wrap up in their own direction.

Before the black-haired wizard could retreat from the alley, the crossbowmen who rushed to the front had already pulled the trigger, and a whole row of crossbow arrows whizzed past Loren's shoulders, and the black cloak was torn off in half.

Almost as soon as the bolts were fired, the mercenaries and wandering knights at both ends of the alley swooped down towards the center. Loren, who had calculated the time, dodged the second row of crossbow arrows first, and climbed the eaves like an afterimage.

"He's here!"

The crossbowmen standing on the roof saw a figure rushing up, shouting and raising their crossbows to shoot at Loren. As soon as the arrow missed, he immediately threw away the heavy crossbow in his hand, and just as he was about to draw his broadsword, he was grabbed by the black-haired wizard who pounced on him and blocked him.

"Poof!poof-poof!"

I can't count how many crossbow arrows there were, and before they could shout, the crossbowmen were shot into a sieve.

After fighting until now, the black-haired wizard has to admit that these mercenaries are indeed real "knife licking blood" traders. Not only because of their strength and the degree of tacit cooperation, but even the will to fight is far from being comparable to the "looks" of the patrol guards.

But no matter how good they are, how well trained, or how well equipped they are - these mercenaries are still just a bunch of ordinary people, not some evil god who can't be killed by common sense, or monsters who have mutated to the point of ghosts.

As long as it is a living person, it will have weaknesses, it will have the inertia of thinking, it will be afraid and excited, and it can be split by steel swords, ignited by flames, and smashed into a pile of meat sauce by collapsed houses.

And the evil god ...... Without Asriel's help, Loren wouldn't even have had a chance to play one-on-one with Mezca, who would have been turned into a pile of rotten meat by his army of ogres, and then eaten without even bones.

Of course, Loren himself is too ordinary to be more ordinary, but being able to fight a group of "humans" who are as ordinary as himself, rather than evil gods who are ghosts, is simply a relief in a sense.

The black-haired wizard who ran wildly killed the crossbowmen on the roof one by one, and judging by the footsteps, the mercenaries below were also approaching their side, and they were soon surrounded again.

Loren counted the remaining equipment - the ignition agent had been used up, the long sword and the three short knives were not left, and the enemy was chasing so closely that he had no time to recover the weapon, so he could only make do with what he had grabbed from the corpse.

As for the "Will of the Rock" has been used twice, and the "Turin Fire" has been used three times before and after, without the cooperation of Asriel, Loren's spiritual power is not without an upper limit, from the beginning to the present, he has deliberately controlled the power and amplitude of high-level spells, so as not to exhaust himself at one time.

If he goes all out, of course Loren can directly blow up half of the gutter alley into the sky - but the result of that would be to make the whole incident develop uncontrollably, and it is impossible for the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower and the Liberty Council to let go of such a strong trace of Void Power.

In his current position, he was very reluctant to turn his conflict with the Bellini family into a conflict between the Night Watch and the entire Ebolden, or even half of the wizarding world.

What's more, there is no guarantee that there will be no living mouths left, and the goal of the black-haired wizard is to completely wipe out the mouth...... Sighing softly, Loren's face was filled with helplessness.

Obviously, he could solve the battle in a quarter of an hour, but he seemed to be beaten to the ground, constantly tossing back and forth between the encirclement and the counter-encirclement.

The footsteps gradually stopped, and if it was accurate, it should be in the alley directly below me.

Well, take a gamble. Lorenpin, who looked helpless, raised his left hand and chuckled, as if mocking his own self-righteousness and cowardice.

A blue "water drop" fell from the palm of his left hand wearing the "spellcaster", and the nine-pointed star appeared out of thin air under his feet again.

.................. To the west of Ebolden, a nervous Wheelo in the carriage looked anxious, and from time to time he had to look outside, for fear that he had missed a hillbilly from Lothair.

Peter Fasa, who was sitting across from him, was very calm, and was even in the mood to tidy up his clothes - he might not have paid much attention to what he was wearing in the past, but today is a very "special" time.

"Are you really sure he went to the Freiswalker Manor, not the Civilian Neighborhood south of the city?!"

"Of course it's certain, Lord Verllo Bellini, that's what he told me himself. The smiling Peter blinked and asked with some confusion, "Besides...... Why do you think Ain Rand would go to the south of the city?"

"Uh... This is, of course, because ...... I'm just giving you a random example!" Verlow, who once again realized that he had said something he had missed, quickly added, fidgeting in a cold sweat: "How long does it take to get from here to Freswalker Manor?"

"It's going to take a while, and we'll be able to catch up with him. Peter "reassured" and said, "You don't have to worry at all, even if you go to Freswalker Manor, what can you do? You are the wizard of the noble Bellini family, or the mentor of Alto Bellini, can Master Freswalker still let you in?"

"Of course, there is no manor in Ebolden that would say that they don't welcome the Bellini family!" Hearing this, Verlow quickly puffed up his chest, as if he was cheering himself up, desperately looking for a reason: "I'm just thinking about Master Freswalk...... It would be a remiss of mine to disturb the master's experiments. ”

Damn, do you want me to tell you that I'm going to kill this hillbilly in Lothair, so I can't let him run to Freiswalker Manor for help?!

Verlot, who pretended to be calm on the surface, had already scolded a thousand times and ten thousand times in his heart. Just now he suddenly remembered that at the Midsummer Festival dinner that day, Loren had come with Miss Ariel of the Corona family.

Although I don't have much impression of this Miss Ariel, since the other party is from the Corona family, it proves that this dark-haired wizard already has a certain connection with the Corona family, and once they come forward, it will be even more difficult to deal with things!

Holy Cross grandmother, what is it about this little girl from Corona who has been tricked into getting her hands by a hillbilly......?

Just when Verllow Bellini was still full of thoughts, the carriage under him suddenly shook violently, and the screams of people and the neighing of horses came from outside the window, and the whole carriage was thrown out directly!

They did it, right now!

Peter Fasha, whose expression was suddenly cold, immediately pounced, hugged the yelling Verlot and rushed out of the carriage, using his body as a cushion, and tried his best to protect him under him!

The two people who flew out rolled several times on the dusty road before stopping, and Peter, who had become a human pad, was almost unconscious by inertia and Verlow's weight, but he still didn't let go, and his boyish face was full of hideousness.

This is my prey, my only chance to make up for my last failure!

He must not be allowed to run any risk of turning into a corpse until everything he knows is dug out of his mouth, until he loses the last bit of use!

Absolute!