"Hmm, the balcony door won't open?" A drunken boy with a honey liqueur twisted the doorknob of the balcony with his right hand.

After twisting it for a long time, I found that the glass door of the balcony did not move at all, as if it was locked with the space.

So the boy bent down, opened his eyes wide, and peered through the glass onto the balcony. It was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

At this time, the boy's companion came over and asked, "What's the matter, aren't you drinking and going to the balcony to blow a cool breeze for a while?" How? Drunk and can't open the door? ”

"No, there's magic on the glass door of the balcony." The drunk boy said.

"Oh?"

"From the smell of my single dog for many years, I guess there's someone on this balcony on a sneaky date."

"Well, that's a good way to hide people's eyes. I just don't know if the "noise barrier" on the other side has been learned. If you don't learn it well, it will be interesting to hear an indecent voice after a while. Hey, hey, hey! ”

"Hey, hey!"

The two boys smiled lewdly at the same time.

"In that case, let's not disturb other people's good things. Change the balcony. ”

As soon as the two of them walked on their front feet, the glass door of the balcony behind them began to vibrate at a high frequency in secret, as if a strong wind was blowing.

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"Wailing winds of the field, obey my prayers, roar!"

Harold was the first to strike, and after a short spell, a light blue circle was generated in his hand, and he immediately released the spell on the ground, and in an instant, a small area of wind swept up the thick snow on the balcony floor, shrouding the entire balcony in flying frost and snow, and the visibility was extremely low.

"To be able to control the 'Wild Wind' to this extent, the magic is well controlled!" Rektaran Ramil unfolded a barrier in front of him that emitted a pale blue glow, and he held a thin sword in his left hand, defending against the dead corners of his body.

"Tsk, I'm not uncommon for you to compliment me." Harold's sneer could be heard from the ice mist.

Both sides are players who are good at fighting in the fog, and they do not affect their combat effectiveness because their vision is restricted.

Rektaran Ramiel's ears twitched, and he carefully discerned Harold Vasa's movements in the ice fog.

After only a few seconds of listening, Rektaran Ramil realized that the guy hiding in the ice fog was moving faster than usual.

"What are you afraid of? Why don't you just finish off that silver-haired woman? Explain why. ”

The inquiry was heard in the ice fog, and the voice sounded distorted at high speed.

"Rash action will cause a huge disaster, and it is impossible to explain it in a sentence or two. The safest way to do this is to follow our established policy. ”

Rektaran Ramil replied, taking a step or two back, his back against the edge of the balcony, the magical barrier protecting him in front of him.

"Click"! There was a short sound of gold and iron rubbing, and Rektaran Ramiel tensed up in an instant.

A dark golden Hidden Arrow attached to a slender chain shot out of the fog and headed straight for Ryktaran Ramiel.

"What role will Lilina play in this?"

Rektaran Ramier's palm moved slightly, and the magic barrier moved with the movement of his palm, and he planned to use the magic barrier to block this hidden arrow.

"Dead bait. Bait at the cost of life safety. ”

The Hidden Arrow shook in the air and changed direction, bypassing the protective range of the magical barrier and heading straight for Ryktaran Ramiel's left flank.

"Her own will?" Harold in the fog spoke, but the Hidden Arrow attack did not let the water go.

Rektaran Ramil swung his rapier, hoping to block the Hidden Arrow's attack.

But it backfired, the metal chain of the Hidden Arrow shook again, and it wrapped around the blade of the thin sword like a spirit snake, and before Rektaran could react, Harold suddenly pulled it with an amazing strange force, and the thin sword came out of his hand.

A second later, the sound of a thin sword stabbing against a rocky wall could be heard from outside the fog.

"She just hates all betrayal."

After being disarmed by a single blow, Rektaran Ramiel's left thumb rested on the magic ring, piercing the skin and bleeding out. His heart lit up, this time with the Hidden Arrow disarmed, and the next time Harold Vasa burst out of the fog.

Harold was silent, and only the rustle of his footsteps over the snow could be heard in the ice fog.

One light and one dark, one static and one moving.

Both of them knew very well that the ice fog raised by the wind would dissipate in about ten seconds, and there was a high probability that the winner would be decided within these ten seconds.

The sound of "thump" boots on the snow stopped abruptly, and Rektaran Lamir's eyes rolled rapidly, watching for the direction Harold might dash out.

However, there was no sound in the fog.

Rektaran Ramiel's reaction was also quick to wait, and he immediately turned back, and the tall black figure jumped out from the balcony railing, obscuring the starry sky.

Rektaran Lamir took a sharp half step back, catching a glimpse of the Hidden Arrow on Harold's arm being retracted.

"What a handy tool. With this man's agility and the help of his Hidden Arrows of this construction, he quickly bypassed under the balcony and attacked me directly in the back. This guy is a natural killer. ”

Momentarily halted in the air, Harold resembled a male leopard hunting for food, turning his fist into a claw and grabbing at Rektaran Ramiel's front door.

Although, Rektaran reacted a little faster, and this claw didn't catch his flesh. But I don't know if Harold did it on purpose, this mid-air blow just hooked Rektaran Lamir's black-rimmed glasses.

The pair of black-rimmed glasses immediately broke away from the bridge of their owner's nose and disintegrated into parts in the air.