The two of them rushed out of the cave, only to see three small green monsters with barbed backs and ugly heads like frogs, desperately pulling their horses into the sea.

Unas didn't say a word and pulled out his binoculars. The shotgun, quickly kneeling on one knee to aim, "boom" two consecutive gunshots, the two fishmen fell to the ground, and the remaining one threw off the reins and fled into the sea in a hurry and disappeared.

"We're all sharpshooters, every bullet kills an enemy......" The experience was so easy that Unas couldn't help but hum a little tune.

He was able to shoot so accurately thanks to the target shooting practice he had taken time to do in the past few days, maybe he really has a bit of a shooting talent, and he can almost do 100 shots in a short distance.

Quickly changing the bullets, Unas ran to the beach and fired two more shots into the water, these two blows were purely demonstrations, and it was not easy to find the fish-man escaping into the sea.

"Good marksmanship, you may have been a hunter before." Gordon made several stabs on the two fish-man corpses to ensure their death.

"Maybe." Unas thought of his large hunter, how good it would be if he crossed over when he got on the tuba, that equipment skill was enough to crush all beings.

"Fishmen are naturally bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and they are the best at bullying the widows with the crowd, and escaping one may attract more, and this cave can't stay any longer." Gordon kept caressing the necks of the two horses to soothe the frightened mounts.

"And where are we going?"

"There's an abandoned tower further west, clean it up, we'll go there."

The two of them searched the corpse of the fish-man and found a few small pearls, but this luxury is useless now, and there are no noble ladies in the monastery.

Under Gordon's direction, Unas skewered the corpses of the two fishmen onto their harpoons, and then plunged the harpoons deep into the beach, and the fishmen's corpses fluttered in the sea breeze like two green flags.

It's cruel, but Gordon's admonition makes sense: since the fish-men are afraid of the hard, let them know that we're tough!

Of course, who would dare to admit that they are soft if they are men?

……

Two small balls of fire the size of fingernails flew between Unas's hands, and his heart moved freely, like his arms and fingers, which was the result of his training in one day.

Not far from the sea, the abandoned tower that Gordon spoke of, a stone tower with three floors, the staircase on the first floor had been destroyed, and the two men climbed up the outer wall and stayed on the second floor, where they spent the rest of the day.

Unas's talent is good, Gordon told him that he can control five small flames at will to be qualified, but there is not so much time now, and he will have to enter the next stage of cultivation tomorrow, and then he can practice by himself to ten or eight, it is up to him.

The fire energy stored in the fire ring is also limited, measured by Gordon's Flame Slash, if you don't count the loss, it can release about seventeen flame slashes.

The power of the Flame Slash is similar to that of the Great Fireball of the Fire Mage, and in terms of destructive power alone, the Instantaneous Seventeen Great Fireball Technique is already stronger than some intermediate mages, and coupled with the increase of the Fire Kiss, it may be able to surpass the combat power of some academic high-level mages.

It is not unreasonable that the prestige of the Flame Knight can be passed down from generation to generation, Unas felt the energy in the ring, he was very excited, he did not dare to be lazy in the slightest about this kind of novelty and ability to improve his strength, and he practiced constantly during the vigil.

As soon as his mind moved, a small ball of fire appeared out of thin air, and the flight trajectory of the other two balls of fire immediately began to be chaotic, one crackled directly in the air, and the other two hit the back of his palm, leaving two charred marks on the skin.

In the countless failures during the day, he was already numb to this small injury and pain, and he didn't need the Holy Light Technique, just the Holy Energy in his body was enough to heal, otherwise his hands would have turned into black chicken feet long ago.

Sure enough, the three still didn't work, Unas was a little annoyed, and then there was a noise from the other side of the fire, and Gordon, who was sleeping, sat up.

Looking at the moon outside the window, it was not yet time for the turn, and Unas greeted: "Sorry to wake you up." ”

"It's okay, I didn't fall asleep in the first place."

Gordon stood up and moved his muscles, and was just about to sit down again, when his face suddenly changed, and he frowned and snorted: "That's not right! ”

Before the words fell, Unas only felt a chill behind him, and a short black phantom appeared behind him, and the murder weapon in the phantom's hand was less than ten centimeters away from his neck!

Gordon instantly punched him, Unas first had Gordon to remind, and then saw the fist that slammed into his façade, he immediately turned his head to dodge, and the next moment he only felt a cold in his right ear, and the warm liquid immediately spilled all over his side face and neck.

The black shadow missed the blow, and immediately withdrew his hand, and his body quickly disappeared, and Gordon's punch also missed, and Unas had no time to be afraid, and turned around to see the assassin disappearing.

He subconsciously got up and stepped out with a "dedication", and the golden flames spread rapidly on the ground, quickly covering the floor of the entire room.

"Wow la-hmm", a strange scream came from the left corner, the sneaking assassin was burned by the "dedication" and forced to show his body, Gordon rushed forward with his sword, and Unas cut out his shotgun and raised his hand to shoot.

At the same time as the gunshots rang out, two small black balls also shot from the corner of the wall, and Unas hurriedly switched two large shields in front of him.

The sound of the stone shattering and the muffled explosion of the small ball exploded almost simultaneously, and the expected blast did not come, but was replaced by a gush of white smoke - the small ball turned out to be a smoke grenade.

"Hold your breath!" Gordon retreated, and Unas handed him a shield, and the two of them shrunk back to back behind two large shields.

Judging by the voice, Unas's two shots only hit the stone wall, and the assassin still has the ability to act, and may not be willing to give up, so it is not a way to go on like this.

As the minutes passed, there was silence in the smoke, and in a hurry, Unas inhaled a little smoke, his endurance was almost at the limit, and he felt that he was going to be suffocated to death without fresh air.

"Go to the roof!" Gordon seemed to notice his abnormality and whispered a command.

The two of them walked sideways like crabs with their backs against their backs, and as soon as they touched the edge of the stairs, several sounds of breaking the air came from diagonally above, and the two of them raised their shields and squatted down at the same time, and several flying knives sparked on the shields, and they flew down to the floor with a ping-pong sound.

"Rush forward!" Gordon let out a low roar, and the two of them took three steps and two steps, and quickly climbed up to the third floor, where some smoke also seeped up, and the air was very muddy, but they could finally breathe.

Unas kicked heavily, he had never felt that air was so precious, and the breath he was holding suddenly loosened, making his whole body soften, and he wanted to collapse to the ground.

"Don't stop!" Gordon pulled him upward, and climbed two more stairs, where a small, boxy wooden door appeared overhead.

Gordon slammed open the wooden door with one shoulder, and the moonlight from the outside swept in, and finally reached the top of the building, and the two of them went headlong into it.

Unas collapsed on his back on the ground on the roof of the building, his mouth wide open to breathe in the fresh air, his chest rising and falling violently, the weather was fine tonight, the sky was cloudless, the moon was sparse.

Gordon closed the door tightly and sat down cross-legged, letting out a long breath and then a deep breath, trying to calm his frantically beating heart as quickly as he could.

In less than a minute since the attack, both of them have felt exhausted.