Act XXVII: Bloodline (III)

As night fell, the city of Casson was still bustling with people.

Blake got a drunken getaway, and since retiring from the adventurer's trade, Blake hasn't found a job that really suits him. After all, it was only at this point that he realized that he could do nothing but kill people and play with women. In the past, he spent money when he had it, and he didn't save any savings at all, and even such a little money was squandered by him in a short period of time. Now he doesn't seem to be able to do much other than get drunk.

That damn boy-

If Blake's friends were still alive, he would still be a 'cave bear', and he might be hunting trolls to make some extra money. A 2 gold coin, this is really a mouth-watering price, but it's a pity that this has nothing to do with Blake now, he has entered middle age and is no longer as athletic as he used to be, and joining the team formed by others can only be a laggard. Blake suddenly felt a little lost, he didn't know where the road ahead was.

All of a sudden, he bumped into someone.

It was an alley outside a tavern, and he didn't pay much attention to what was in front of him when he turned the corner, until he realized that there was also a person coming out of the corner. He couldn't help but be knocked back a few steps, and then sat down on the ground. Still in a state of alcohol paralysis, he couldn't help but grow his mouth, and said scoldingly: "Which son of a bitch raised the guy-"

Then a short sword was pressed to his throat.

"Oh, that's dangerous, if you had a weapon in your hand, I'd be here today."

A rather elegant voice sounded in Blake's ears, and he couldn't help but raise his head, and then he saw a rather handsome elf standing in front of him, holding a short sword in his slender hands, and his expression was indescribably disgusted: "How can I reward you for this surprise you have brought me?" Ugly drunkard. ”

"You—" Blake was certainly not someone to be casual and identify.

Suddenly, the elf's face changed, and he suddenly withdrew his sword, and then stabbed it to the side. But he stabbed into the air, but at this time, the elf's face no longer had the usual calm look, and after his short sword stabbed into the air, he suddenly kicked Blake upside down and flew out.

"You kid!"

Blake stood up and pulled a short knife from his waist - despite being discharged from the ranks of adventurers, Blake still retained the habit of carrying a weapon with him. If he didn't have a knife by his side, he would be very uncomfortable.

It's an instinct that has been cultivated through birth and death many times.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Blake, and that figure was also holding a small sword, and slashed with the elf, and then the two briefly dispersed, and immediately fought again. Both are clearly masters of the sword, and any movement between those moves can easily take the life of any opponent. It's just that in Blake's eyes, the elves' combat skills are what he can recognize, and they belong to the skills of absolute masters among light warriors. The other person's fighting style is more like a trick cheated by a guy who can predict the future.

Before the elf stabbed a sword, the emaciated opponent had already made a move in advance to lock all the elves' attack routes, forcing the elves to change their attack routes, and after several back and forth, the elves were undoubtedly suppressed at an absolute disadvantage.

"Mad Mage is a real headache."

After a sword avoided the emaciated man's figure, the elf said, "You can actually use the 'Tamson Transfiguration Technique' to improve your melee strength. But how have you changed your interest lately, didn't you prefer to bombard me with magic before? ”

The man who shot was a rather emaciated man, "In the small city of Casson, two of my compatriots were welcomed, one of them was a new face, and of course I had to say hello to my two good brothers." The emaciated figure laughed, and when Blake reacted and took the short knife and was about to stab the emaciated man in front of him in the back of the heart, he was knocked out by a magical protection, fell to the ground and seemed to break his leg, and couldn't get up for a while......

Why did I just go up recklessly, can't I run away? Blake reacted and regretted that his intestines were blue, but he was really drunk just now, and his mind was not so clear.

"Oh? So your subject is greeting our new brother? Both the elf and the emaciated man ignored Blake, who had fallen to the ground with a broken leg, and the elf said with interest, "You must be just an image of you, right?" It's getting more and more terrifying to be able to use such a method that is close to that of a legendary mage. ”

"The bloodline in my body has given me enough strength to master the frenzied spell fluctuations, and I have already peeked into the true meaning of the spell." The figure of the emaciated man gradually dissipated - here it is just an imitation of the emaciated man, and the simulacrum is indeed a terrifying spell that can only be cast by the caster of the archmage realm, it can create a clone that is no different from the mage, of course, the strength of the clone is only about six to seven percent of the original.

So the emaciated man just came to say hello to the elves - I'm seventy percent strong, and I can take you down without using magic. This is undoubtedly a silent warning.

"I'll have to welcome a few reptiles from my fortress, so I won't bother you to continue your sightseeing in Cason, Miss Mordherre. But I have to warn you...... It's more dangerous to walk at night, really, it's more dangerous......" Between the words, the figure of the emaciated man disappeared completely.

"There is no doubt about your strength, but you will definitely not be the last." Although this elf is dressed as a man, but listening to the name of the thin man, he, no, she is actually a woman. It's just that at this time, the elf didn't care about her gender at all, and she whispered, "Who told you to choose the worst collaborator?" ”

Then she put away her dagger and was about to leave when she suddenly saw Blake on the ground with a broken leg and a pain that would faint at any moment.

"Hey uncle, I have to warn you not to tell what you saw today, otherwise my sword won't have eyes...... Hey, uncle, you're not going to faint, are you? Uncle? ”

The elf scratched her hair.

"Don't be so vulnerable."