Looking at the old goat who was still struggling, the corners of Wren's mouth twitched: "Put it away, this dead dog is already cold." ”

The werewolf marquis Brewster died a very aggrieved death, and he didn't have time to show his true strength, but no one can blame him, he is too prodigal.

If he didn't talk nonsense when he came up, but fought directly with all his firepower, at least he wouldn't have rushed into the street so quickly.

"Hehe, I just like this mentally retarded type of devil cub, and it's too easy to make money." After a few tosses of the wolf's head, the old goat put away Brewster's head, and his tone was very proud.

Mrs. Ellie, holding the wind chimes, trotted all the way, and she looked at Wren who was splattered with blood with a little surprise, and glanced at the old goat.

"You seem to have won easily." Mrs. Ellie's expression shook slightly, and she said with a rather uneasy heart.

She didn't lack basic knowledge, usually two master-level powerhouses at the beginning of the fourth order joined forces, let alone kill a demon marquis in the fourth order so quickly, they might not be able to win.

This combination of witcher and warlock is not as classic as the combination of Gunslinger and Iron Wall Samurai, Shadow Warrior and Knight, Druid and Beast Tamer.

Wren was also impressed by the old goat, chuckled, and said to him, "You are better than I thought. ”

He knew that the other party had tried to use the medium matching plan to advance to the fourth rank because he was too eager, but he failed, and he had been staggering for more than twenty years, otherwise he would have been promoted to the fourth rank at the age of thirty.

Don't underestimate the promotion to the fourth rank at the age of thirty, this is already very good, the old goat is just from an ordinary wealthy merchant family, and he is not a natural awakener.

"Boy, now do you know how powerful Master Ben is? I'm not bragging, there was once an elder of the Natural School who pointed me out for a while, clearly saying that I was expected to become a Heavenly Atlas Sage......" The old goat raised his eyebrows and began to brag to himself.

He does have the capital to be proud of, the Elemental Quadruple Seal is already very sharp, and the average [Transformation Array Warlock] can only master it if he has a fourth-order high, but it is not his real killer weapon.

Wren ignored the stinking old goat and hid in a small alley with Lady Ellie, ready to ambush the passing enemy.

"I really don't have the slightest ability to appreciate it." With a muttering sentence, Lao Shan glanced at the thin layer of blood on the ground and jumped onto a tree with dense foliage.

The two of them did not swell because of the previous smoothness, this battle took a short but intense time, and the full operation of the Demon Slaying Technique was a great load for Wren, and the spiritual energy in his body was consumed a lot.

Be careful, not to mention that there is no shortage of dark duke-level powerhouses on this battlefield, even if it encounters the joint ambush of several marquises, it is not comfortable, and the demon descendants are also proficient in all kinds of cooperation.

Don't forget, they still carry the burden of Lady Ellie.

Da Da Da ~ Soon, there was a rush of footsteps not far away, and a demon marquis fled in a panic, his pale cheeks bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his expression was very frightened.

In the alley, Wren frowned, and was about to raise his knife to kill the demon when he heard a song as soft as a breeze and drizzle.

"I've seen things that people can't believe, I've seen the sacred tree of Mivis destroyed by blood flames and ignited a raging fire.

I have seen the light of dawn cut through the dark and deep night of the 'Morovan Plains'.

However, all these moments will be lost in time, like... Tears... Disappear into the rain.

The moment of death... It's here. ”

With this dreamlike soft aria echoing in the blood mist of the night, everything seemed to stand still, except for the faint moonlight flowing gently.

Call~

The breeze gently blew across the night sky, and the pace of the Marquis of the Demon Clan's escape suddenly stagnated, and the tall and burly body fell to the ground with a pop, splashing up a cloud of dust.

There was still fear in his expression, and his pale face was bleeding, in a sense, he was even more unlucky than the werewolf Brewster, he only had the strength of the beginning of the fourth order, but he encountered a great enemy who was only one line away from the Templar level.

The voice was a little familiar, and Wren probably knew whose hand it was, so he didn't pay attention to the comer, and out of curiosity about the singer's profession, he sensed the killing demon with the aura of the stars.

"This ......"

With a look of surprise on his face, he found that the muscles and blood vessels of this demon marquis's whole body were rotten, and his bones were cracked into countless tiny pieces.

It can be said that this demon is only bleeding from seven orifices on the surface, but in fact, except for the source of his power, the hardest magic stone in his head, almost no part of his body is intact.

Under this veritable sound of death, his internal organs were almost shattered into a pile of flesh, even if the demon descendant's vitality was tenacious, but such a terrible injury was naturally cold.

The man responsible for all this soon surfaced, wearing a gray trench coat with a black and white checkered uniform, and a floppy hat with a badge.

The person who came was a senior deacon of the 7th game, very young, with purple sideburns and green eyes, and a handsome appearance, exuding the temperament of a poet, none other than Eddie Moldred.

Wearing white gloves, he put the demon's corpse in the storage ring and swept around: "That friend in the tree, and the lady in the alley, don't you come out to say hello?" ”

"This is the second time this has happened." Wren walked out with his knife a little depressed and complained.

There was a hint of color in Eddie's eyes, which was very rare, his sound wave detection and listening skills were ineffective, and he only sensed Lady Ellie in the alley just now, but he didn't even notice Wren's presence.

"You're special, I didn't notice you before." Add looked at Wren strangely, and it was hard to hide his perception.

He can even hear the heartbeat of a person from a medium to long distance, such as the one on the tree, even with the technique of masking his breath.

Wren, who was a little depressed, didn't reply, he could actually act as an assassin.

"It's you, it's a disappointment." The old goat jumped down from the tree and said to Add with an unhappy expression.

He wasn't surprised that the other party could find him, the [Singer] profession was very special, and if it wasn't an assassin profession at the same level, he didn't think he could sneak up on them.

"I thought that a fat sheep came to die, but it turned out to be your prey, and I was happy in vain." The old goat snorted, he obviously knew each other too.

Eddie reached out and touched the hat on top of his head, and said very politely, "Haha, I'm sorry to delay you." Let's talk about it another day, I still have something to do, let's go first. ”

As soon as the words fell, he took a few steps and disappeared into the night like a breeze, the master of the art is bold, with his strength, even if he encounters the Duke of Darkness, he can maneuver.

The five levels of singers are: the first order [drummer], the second order [singer], the third order [bard], the fourth order [recitation master], and the fifth order [soul singer].

This profession is very special, with a special sound wave or rhythm with psionic energy as a means of attack, and [Druid], the upper and lower limits of the same level of strength span are a bit large, the weak are very weak, the strong are very strong, it is a profession that relies on personal talent.

Wren and the old goat looked at each other and chose to continue the ambush.

They also want to take the initiative, but defeating and killing are two different things, the old goat can't use the Elemental Quadruple Seal in a short period of time, and the Demon Descendant's vitality is very tenacious, and the escape ability is even more first-class, and it is difficult to kill without relying on sneak attacks.

As for hunting those earl-level demons, neither Wren nor the old goat were interested, and in terms of price, ten dark earls were not as good as a marquis.

"Madam, you're far from this." In the hidden alley, Wren whispered, and at the same time emitted the aura of stars to envelop him and Lady Ellie.

He had almost forgotten that the old goat still had a technique to conceal his breath, but Lady Ellie had no hidden skills.

Mrs. Ellie, who is also a [singer] profession, moved her red lips: "In the future, I will be as strong as him!" ”

"That's great, I don't need a vase." Wren said lightly.

A force, it is better to have a singer, if the other party is not valuable, he is too lazy to take her.