I'll get something in this chapter now, and I'll make it up tomorrow.

It's affected everyone's reading.,I'm really sorry.,Today except for the morning.,I'm busy in the afternoon and evening.,It's so angry.。

Caen was able to break free from the effects of the Blue Dream Melancholy magic potion and hear the sound of a fight in Roland's room next door. After the use of the Blue Dream Melancholy Elixir, it is easy for people to indulge in it, and their mood fluctuates, and they don't know what year it is, and it is difficult to detect the surrounding movements.

This time he was too careless, thinking that he could take a good rest when he returned to the town, and he didn't even do the most basic vigilance, if, if the luck wasn't so good, he just came. Or that others simply assassinate themselves······

Caen was terrified for a moment. He secretly warned himself to remember the lesson of this time.

The middle-aged assassin looked at Caen with a frown, weighing the strength of his opponent in his heart. After a period of fighting, he was also injured a little, and his strength has declined. On the opposite side was a ranger who had just entered the Black Iron Rank Fifth Rank, plus a Black Iron Rank Fourth Rank Mage who had been seriously injured and his combat effectiveness had been greatly reduced, it was not easy for him to solve the two of them.

Do you want to go?

The Assassin's mind faltered, and he quickly shook his head. Before they fight, everything is still unknown, and besides, if he returns empty-handed like this, Old Menlo will not let him go.

At this moment, a killing intent locked on him, interrupting his thoughts. The ranger stretched his bow, and the ice elements quickly gathered, and an ice crystal arrow condensed, and the arrow blade shone with a frosty blue, and came out of the string.

The Assassin hastened to dodge. Ice arrows struck him at his feet, digging deep into the hotel's planks, which were suddenly covered in a layer of frost.

The Assassin simply didn't think much of it, and rushed towards the Ranger with a dagger.

Caen wielded the power of his blood, and a cyan light flashed. The Wind gave him great speed and reflexes, and in the confined space, he moved around, chasing the sun and the moon with elemental arrows, shooting straight at the middle-aged assassin.

Exhausted and unable to fight, Roland simply hid aside and froze his wounds with frost to stop the bleeding and worsening of his injuries. He used the magic potion that Caen had thrown at him, meditated cross-legged, and quietly watched the battle next to him while nervously recovering his mental strength.

With a "ding", the Assassin leaped between the shadows, and soon bullied him, and Kaonso blocked with his bow. With his left hand, he took out the dagger from his waist and engaged the Assassin.

You know, Ranger is also a highly demanding combat skill. If there are no varied, strange bloodline martial arts, and only in melee combat, the ranger is not afraid of any knight class.

Bloodline Martial Arts: Phantom Dagger!

The Assassin's dagger raised heavy shadows in the void, densely filling the ranger's vision.

The daggers came out of their hands, as if they were overwhelming, and each handle seemed to be real. , all blooming with cold light, are full of death.

Caen runs its veins, and its power gathers over its eyes. A cyan light flashed, and Caen's eyes shimmered to stand out in the darkness.

He stared closely at the dagger that rushed in his face, and searched carefully in the heavy phantoms, the dagger was as fast as lightning, and the space of several meters came in an instant.

Got it!

Caon raised his dagger, aimed at his target, and parried. Dagger shadows shuttled away from Caen's body, leaving no trace.

His dagger found its target with precision, and with a crisp metal thump, the dagger landed.

Before Caen could slow down, the middle-aged assassin had already approached, his dagger in his hand moving quickly from left to right, up and down. He hadn't pinned his hopes on the Phantom Dagger to pose any threat to the Ranger, and the attack hidden behind it was his goal.

Caen's face changed drastically, and he didn't have time to block the attack. can only fight the elemental power in the body of fate, partially freeze his body, and the solid ice generally appears in front of the dagger of the middle-aged assassin.

The dagger stabbed into the ice with a crisp sound, and the ice was broken through a gap. Flesh and blood mixed with ice crystals splattered in all directions.

Caen snorted and kicked the middle-aged assassin away, stopping the assassin from continuing his attack. He took two steps back, the frost freezing the wound.

The Assassin continued to lean forward, and suddenly, a flash of fire appeared in the afterglow of his vision. He hurriedly backed away, and a fireball slammed into the spot where he had stood, scorching the floor.

Roland propped up his staff and slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on the Assassin.

The Assassin's eyes narrowed, and he knew that there was no chance of killing these two men. He didn't care about being afraid of Monroe's punishment, and turned to run away.

"Want to run?"

Seeing the Assassin retreat, he tried to run towards the window. The ranger raised his great bow, and an icy arrow shot at the window, and the ice crystals of the window spread, and soon it was completely covered.

The assassin's dagger stabbed at the ice crystals, and the ice crystals suddenly cracked, and they couldn't support it a few times.

However, the Ice Arrow had managed to stop the Assassin's escape, exposing his back to the Mage and Ranger.

"Second Order Perfect Magic: Maxwell's Meteor!"

Low, awkward, eerie incantations rang out in the narrow space and fell. Then, five fireballs burning with blue-red flames slowly swirled around Roland.

The middle-aged assassin felt a strong sense of danger behind him, covering his entire body, and his hair trembled, and he hurriedly turned around.

Fireballs leaped and flew towards him with the light of death. The middle-aged assassin didn't have time to dodge, so he could only stagger his hands in front of him, and the fireballs fell on him one by one.

Flames burned where the Assassin stood, and a pungent smell of burnt flesh came from there.

When you can see it clearly, inside the flames, the middle-aged assassin is half-kneeling on the floor. His arms hung limply, his muscles scorched, almost all that remained of his bones was, and his body was pitch black.

The middle-aged assassin coughed up blood uncontrollably. He barely had the strength to stand up now. The flames scorched his internal organs, and every slight movement made him feel a burning pain.

Roland and Caen walked up to him and looked down at him. Caon had a little sympathy in his eyes, exposing his back to a fire mage known for his explosive power, and also took all the damage of the meteor. Tut-tut, life is quite big, not dead.

The middle-aged assassin was filled with remorse at this point. If you do your best to kill the mage in the first place; If you fight for a last attack when the Ranger arrives, drop the dagger; If you don't rush away just now, but rush forward to fight, kill the wounded mage or look for an opportunity to escape.

However, there are no ifs. The middle-aged Assassin suddenly remembered what the regimental leader, Monroe, had said to him before: "There is no foolproof plan for things. The way of the Assassin is to live from death and seek a chance to survive in death. ”

The middle-aged assassin sighed inwardly. He shook his head slightly and fell to the ground.

The flames gradually spread throughout the room