The night in Karthas has risen a faint mist, and on the huge onion-shaped vault of the musical theater, a thin layer of dew has condensed on the surface of the smooth gray-white stone slabs.

The "Pablo Blood Sting" bounty hunter may have his own unique style, but in the panic, there is no way to borrow from his feet-

Like a man about to drown, the bounty hunter flapped his arms like a frightened hen and kicked his boots in an attempt to find a suitable place to settle down.

Unfortunately, in vain and in disarray.

A standard rolling hoist.

The constantly falling figure made the screams in his mouth have some strange pitch changes due to the pull of the wind.

In the corner of the wall below the vault, a figure with considerable agility suddenly emerged from the dark shadows, and he showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth, shining obscenely in the moonlight—

Gross cautiously and restrainedly refrained from laughing, and as the Frosty Sword was pulled out of its leather-encrusted scabbard, he flashed to the spot with a few quick steps.

The figure falls.

And did not swing the sword.

He glanced up slightly, but chose just the right angle, and then held the gauntlet of the long sword in both hands, and erected the blue blade diagonally.

Bloodlight.

The force of the impact from the blade made his arm sink slightly, and the other hand loosened, just around the bounty hunter's neck—

Covered his mouth.

It was completely silent, from a long bloody wound in the abdomen to a brisk sword in the neck, and the whole process did not make any sound.

LVup!

He muttered silently in his heart—almost as soon as the words fell, the experience column in the system jumped suddenly, and the bright green groove went from three-quarters of the progress to one-third.

LV21.

The experience points of killing people by skipping the level are really rich for his current level. There were two more targets on the roof of the building, and after doing all of this cleanly, he crept back into the shadows under the corners.

From his position, the line of sight could not see the condition on the roof. However, because of the system, he has already discovered these small points in his unique vision-

There were two small orange dots, a red dot, and two other dots, completely dark purple, almost inky black.

He knew that the latter were the two griffon knights of Caltha.

Other small spots are the bounty hunters of "Pablo's Blood".

As he walked down the alley near the battle area, he recognized Andrew Collins, the baron who had left a mark on the history of the game's first act, and he was familiar with the towering tower-like back.

After spotting the baron, Gross followed Andrew. He doesn't rely much on his eyes for tracking, but more often on the system's radar chart to show the range.

So, Andrew didn't even notice his existence.

In addition to the other three nowhere to be found, in the city of Karsas, the last of the "Pablo Bloodsting" escaped to the roof of the musical theater, and it was just in his observation -

The battlefields in the past games not only sharpened his fighting skills, but also gave him a high level of awareness.

Wait patiently, like an experienced hunter.

……

Andrew did not pursue.

Because he saw two griffon knights descending at high speed from the night—

One of them had a thin shadow like a Dardanelle knight under his father's command, and the other was sure to be a knight of Pyne.

There are only two griffon knights stationed in the city of Kartha.

He had a good personal relationship with Pine, and as for Dardanelle? The guy was never very boring, he didn't drink, he didn't gamble, he didn't go to brothels, and he came home on time to spend time with his wife and children at the end of the day...... In short, this silent and old-fashioned knight has no interest in the ordinary hobbies of men—

In the persistence and observance of certain things, compared with the ascetics of the Church, the knights of Dardanelles did not give much.

On the roof of the musical theater, the two sides are facing off.

The griffin's golden claws as sharp as iron hooks landed on the stone slab, and its wide wings were still slowly puffing up the air, and in the bright moonlight of the night, you could clearly see the hard feathers that looked like long arrows, and the yellow and shiny eyes were round and open, staring at the three bounty hunters of "Pablo's Blood Thorn" and couldn't help but look at it—

Magical beasts such as griffins have extraordinary wisdom in their own right, coupled with the special domestication of humans, it can be said that they already have a bit of humanity.

Silence, silence.

The battle situation became like this, and the previous breakthrough saw his companions die one by one, and the "old mercenary" Congreve couldn't help but feel a little sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox, but at this time, the two griffon knights were in front of him, and he knew very well that he was afraid that his end would not be much better.

However, he was not discouraged and did not compromise -

In his decades-long career, he has experienced many failures, let alone countless dangers, and his right hand draws the short sword from his belt, his gaze deep and composed.

Just desperately.

The other bounty hunter beside him also looked solemn, his knuckles clenched white, and he clenched the short blade in his hand hard.

Maybe this is the last battle.

His eyes already revealed a tragic momentum.

The griffon knight's specially equipped giant cavalry spear, more than five meters long, slowly lifted.

The other man didn't speak, and neither did Dardanelle and Pyne - the bounty hunters' clenched arms were already indicative, and at this point, it was clear that persuasion or conversation was a pointless act.

The griffon's wings were raised, and the surging wind was blowing, and it was a charge from above—

With this power, the cavalry spears in the hands of the Knight of Dardanelle and the Knight of Pyne each drew a white turbulent air current, which were two straight arcs of death-

The two of them had different directions of charge, but this combined blow completely enveloped the range around the two bounty hunters, and even blocked all possible angles of dodge.

Awaken the power of the first order.

It's like a stormy sea!

This time, the "old mercenary" Congreve reacted in time -

Compared with his companions, the strength of the peak of his inauguration allowed him to master the life-saving means of [Illusion Stand-in]. The white air flow rumbled in his ears, and he didn't immediately retreat, his body accelerated suddenly, and he threw the short sword with his intact right hand.

The short sword collided with the white air current, and with a bang, it instantly turned into a cloud of crystalline and faintly glowing powder.

In an instant, the sharp edge of the spear had pierced through his body.

The body is shattered and vanished.

At the same time, there was also a screaming scream, and the white turbulent air currents were the ravages and destruction of the inaugural level power by the power of the awakening level-