After killing a demon with his own hands, Cizer no longer has any taboos against the dead.

But the acquaintance who was still talking to him a second ago died in front of him, and he was still watching him before he died, and a flame of anger still rose in Cezel's heart.

The road from Greystone to Helan City had not yet reached half way, it was neither a trade route, nor had it been heard of robbers, but they had been robbed, and if it was not clear that anyone had deliberately targeted him, Sicizel would have lived in vain.

The dagger that killed the demon is still there, and even the potion that Monet gave him before leaving, if anyone thinks that he can take him down with a bow and arrow, then he will pay a terrible price!

The red and green magic potions were swallowed, perhaps due to psychological effects, and Cizer felt that the world he was in suddenly became much clearer.

The sound of the wind in different heights brought the shadow of the world, a rabbit running quickly across the meadow, the leaves rustling in the wind, and a sparrow shaking off the water droplets on its body......

Cizer quickly settled into this real new world, and at this point his attention was focused on a few breaths.

The sound of human breathing!

One, two, three......

Three people?

No! There's a fourth person!

Cizer jerked out from behind the carriage, and then saw a flash of lightning burst out of the woods, shooting at the carriage and bursting violently.

Bang!

Sawdust splashes!

Naturally, the horses were not spared, and they exploded at the first moment, turning into flesh and blood.

Although Cizer was prepared, he was not uninjured. Several pieces of sawdust the size of a fingernail had been driven deep into his back, leaving only a few bloody holes.

Sissel didn't have time to check the injury in his back, because the second lightning was already galloping.

"Whoosh!"

Because the front force was exhausted, Cizer could only barely block with the dagger in his hand at once.

"Bell!"

Cizer clutched the dagger in his hand, forced to retreat by the force of the arrow, and his legs ploughed two deep marks in the grass.

To his despair, a click was heard as the arrow emerged from the lightning and fell limply in front of him.

Cizer knew it without even looking.

The dagger in his own hand is broken!

He seemed to have returned to the Great Forest of the Demon Abyss, and the battle against the demons was as powerless, and the huge gap in strength was suffocating.

He had only noticed the breathing of three men before, as the fourth man was holding his breath with a bow, and Cizer didn't notice it until the sound of the bowstring taut.

Obviously, having lost the only weapon of self-defense, there is really no chance at all if you stay here!

Without hesitation, Cizer turned and entered the forest on the other side of the path, and was gone in a blink of an eye.

A few wisps of fishy sweetness were faintly heard in the wind, which quickly dissipated.

There was a whisper in the woods.

"What to do? He ran away! Didn't you say there would be no one left alive!?"

"Don't worry, he won't be able to run far. He was answered by a hoarse voice, and the man was completely hidden in his cloak, revealing only a withered hand holding a bow and arrows.

Without saying a word, two men in cloak, dressed like him, ran towards the forest where Sissel was, their strange shapes and their feet on the grass, making only a slight noise.

At this time, Cizer was running for his life, but the power of the bow and arrow in the forest had suddenly decreased, and he was surrounded by four men alone, and there was little hope of escaping safely.

So what Sissel is thinking about now is, how to solve the tail behind him!

The two strange cloaked men tracked Sissel's trail by some means, and followed closely behind Sissel with little effort, and Sissel had to run with ten percent of his strength to avoid being caught up by the two.

No, the effectiveness of the Swift Movement Potion is about to pass.

With no way out, Sisselmon turned around and shot at a cloaked man, and with a violent sound, his clenched fists brought the sound of whistling wind.

Without the dagger, he still has great power!

The man in the cloak didn't seem to expect Sissel to turn around and attack, and was caught off guard by the circle and hit hard in the chest.

Bang!

The cloaked man flew upside down, but Sissel sensed that something was wrong, and the touch from his fist was not the solidity of hitting the human body at all, but like hitting the steel.

Got something?

Before he had time to think too much, Sissel was attacked by another man in a cloak, and a thin sword stabbed at Cizer's face, extremely vicious.

Without weapons, Sissel did not dare to hold it up, so he could only dodge.

After only a little delay, an electric light appeared in Sissel's field of vision again, followed by a ......

Under the double attack of the rapier and the electric light, Cizer became more and more dwarfed, and his body continued to add more injuries.

The thin sword stabbed and was punched to the side, the tip of the sword slashing through his neck, nearly cutting off his head......

With a flash of lightning, he hurriedly squatted, his hair was accidentally rubbed, and his golden hair instantly blackened, and there was a mushy smell......

The archers standing in the distance did not rush to kill Sissel, but played like cat and mouse, enjoying the thrill of their prey about to fall.

Cizer was a little anxious, but he still forced himself to calm down, and he found that although the thin sword of the person in front of him was vicious, there was a trace of stiffness in his movements, and his change of tactics was a little difficult.

After several attacks, Sissel saw the opportunity and suddenly attacked, punching through the sword net of the rapier and hitting the cloaked man's arm.

Sissel's full force had an effect, and the thin sword in the cloaked man's hand fell to the ground uncontrollably, how could Sissel let go of this opportunity, and slammed the cloaked man's chest twice, and then hid his figure behind the cloaked man, and pinched his neck with his right hand.

"Who the hell are you, why did you kill me?" Sissel had time to catch his breath and looked at the archers in the distance, thinking that this was an opportunity.

Use the hostages in your hands in exchange for a chance to escape!

However, the archer seemed unhurried, and patted the dust on his body slowly, and saw Sissel's eyelids jump, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.

"You and I have no grievances or hatreds, we just do things for others. A hoarse voice sounded, without a hint of emotion.

Only then did Sissel see the figure hiding behind the archer, and his heart was furious!

Yan people!

Sissel was about to say something, but a sudden sharp pain in his chest stopped him from opening his mouth.

He struggled to look down and saw the cloaked man's arms stabbed into his chest at an eerie angle.

How is this possible?!

A breeze blew and lifted the cloaked man's hat, allowing him to see what was underneath it.

Sissel's blood was already cold, but his heart still shrank.

His face is bloodless!

Skeleton!