The wind carried the rain in the face, and it was as if it was pouring down from the sky.

A large black umbrella snapped open, keeping the rain out, and McGonagall, holding the umbrella in one hand and the sword in the other, looked at the figure limping towards the grove in the doorway in the torrential rain, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two figures hiding outside the blacksmith's shop to hide from the rain, McGonagall raised her legs and stepped out of the restaurant door, the wind and rain suddenly wet his trousers and shoes, but the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he walked behind Louis without hurry, the hand holding the umbrella was as steady as the hand holding the sword.

"Captain, he came out on his own, and besides, he has a sword in his hand!" The thin man's eyes lit up, but his face quickly showed a look of fear, how could an ordinary chef go out with a sword on such a rainy night, if Nelson's judgment was not wrong, he was Alex, the invincible man, could they really kill him?

"It seems that he is indeed Alex, and there should be an ulterior connection between that lame man and him, most likely the person who sent him here back then, and when he does it, he must kill both of them." Nelson was much calmer, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes in addition to excitement.

Although in all the information, Alex was confirmed to have irreparable injuries, and his hands and feet were completely broken, and it was impossible for him to pick up a sword.

But the shadow of the name tree, the name Alex alone, is enough to make people jealous, and now this man doesn't look like he is completely useless, which naturally makes them a little jealous.

Louis walked over to the bushes, his right hand holding the hilt of the knife lifted upward, and a cold light flashed from the scabbard.

At this moment, a large umbrella appeared above his head, blocking the pouring rain.

Louie's hand paused, and he looked sideways at McGonagall, who was holding the umbrella, with a puzzled expression.

"It's raining heavily, I'll give you a ride." McGonagall smiled.

"It's fine." Louis looked into McGonagall's eyes and hesitated for a moment, and the knife slipped back into its scabbard, following McGonagall towards the square.

An umbrella, two people, walking slowly, not at all like a person caught in a siege.

Billley, who was hiding in the bushes, slowly lowered the short knife in his hand, not knowing whether his back was wet with rain or sweat, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the young man with the umbrella, and he could clearly see the long sword in his hand.

The sword is slender and not the same as the legendary one.

But walking side by side with Louis on such a rainy night, and with a sword in his hand, speaks volumes.

However, Biltley did not rush to get up and come out, because he had just found several of his companions, and those people should have the same goal as him, they were not from the cheetah, then the only possibility was Black Hawk.

The cheetah under the command of the eldest prince and the black eagle under the command of the second prince were originally set up to do something that was not suitable for the surface, and the two were naturally opposed, and there were countless fights, and many people died every year.

And now for the same goal, meeting here, he is the only one on the Cheetah's side, and the Black Hawk is a whole team of eight people, and he is not stupid enough to jump out and be the first bird.

"Keep up!" With a wave of his hand, Nelson rushed into the rainy night, and the seven members of the Black Hawk team also followed silently, scattering behind the two with umbrellas.

"The mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch behind, I hope that Louie and the guy who doesn't know if it's Alex can kill a few more Black Hawk guys, so that I can have a chance to kill them all." Biltley lurked in the darkness for a while, following the crowd towards the depths of the square in Aden.

"You shouldn't have come, your injuries, even if you return to normal operations, it will be difficult to kill again, and besides, then you will be completely exposed." Louis said softly, his voice cut off from the rain falling outside the umbrella, and there was a hint of worry between his eyebrows.

"Although I find cooking more interesting now, it is undeniable that killing people is indeed what I am better at, as long as I can hold a sword, then I can kill." The corners of McGonagall's mouth raised, and she glanced at the people behind her with the corner of her eye, shook her head slightly, and said: "Moreover, some people came because of you, and some people came to the door by themselves, if they can't kill them all before the news gets out, my identity will be really exposed, so they must die." ”

"You've changed your sword." Louis glanced at the slender sword McGonagall was carrying.

"It's easier to use this one now, and besides, isn't my one already in the palace as a souvenir?" McGonagall smiled a little sarcastically.

"How many are there?" Louis asked softly again.

"8+1, I'll come to those eight, you kill the one who came with you, the speed must be fast, and if you escape one, we will lose." McGonagall's eyes searched for a suitable spot in the darkness, killing people in the city of chaos was a last resort, and if he made a mistake, he would most likely have to take Amy away again.

"Have you met a goddess? Helped you recover from your injuries and taught you how to cook? Louie looked at McGonagall suspiciously.

"It's only partially recovered, about level three, but killing people should be fine." McGonagall shook her head.

"Okay, I'll kill that one, and I'll help you again." Louis nodded, undisputed McGonagall's decision.

McGonagall stood under a large tree with her umbrella, a grove deep in the square of Aden, far from the restaurant, and no one would come here on such a rainy night, and the sound of rain and thunder was enough to drown out all movement.

The umbrella moved down a little, and when it was put up again, McGonagall was the only one left under the tree, and Louis was gone.

In the dark woods, the rain falls on the umbrella and makes a dull sound, as if a drum has been set up in the rain.

Nelson stopped, and an inaudible whistle sounded, like the cry of an unknown insect, and the Black Hawk team suddenly stopped, looking at McGonagall standing under the tree with a wary face on a dozen meters away, waiting for the signal to attack.

Although this man did not look similar to the man he had seen in the materials who had once dominated the Nolan Continent, seeing him standing alone under a tree made them feel extremely stressed.

Alex's four words are a hurdle that is difficult for all knights on the Nolan continent to cross, and it is also considered to be the limit of human individual combat strength, which can be seen from the fact that when he was besieged and killed, nearly ten great magicians, demons and knights were touched.

"Whether you're Alex or not, you're going to have to die tonight." Nelson clutched the sword at his waist and looked at McGonagall standing under the tree, a small black whistle in his mouth let out two quick whistles, and the sword was unsheathed, and it rushed silently under the tree in the darkness like a ghost.

At the same time, five more men rushed out from different directions, their weapons unsheathed, also targeting McGonagall standing under the tree, while the remaining two took out their magic wands and began to chant incantations in the dark.