Damn, why don't I believe you dare to go alone?

Kranvo immediately complained angrily in his heart, but no matter how unhappy he was, people had already put the words here, unless he pretended to be stupid and pretended not to hear, or was a little thick-skinned and temporarily put down the so-called dignity of the warrior, he could ignore the other party. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Okay, don't cover anyone, I'll go with you."

The down-and-out warrior almost gritted his teeth and said this, he couldn't lose face, as a traditional warrior, maintaining the honor of a man is obviously more important than his own life.

"I knew you weren't a coward, my captain."

Ciric smiled, although Cranvo couldn't help but let out a cold snort from his nose, and didn't bother to talk to the other party anymore.....

The wandering thief laughed twice, he didn't care about the other party's rude attitude, as a typical and most representative wanderer, he was definitely two extremes of honor, values and dignity with Cranvo, not to mention that the other party gave him a cold eye, if his own radical method just now was not successful, Ciric would never go alone to fight alone, as for his previous rhetoric...... What, I have temporary amnesia, I don't remember what I said a few minutes ago, did I say anything? I absolutely didn't speak!

However, for Ciric's move, Cranvo did not understand very much.

Although the two have not known each other for a long time, this time they are in the same team and it is also arranged by Acoste, but the down-and-out soldier said that he has completely seen through the nasty ghost in front of him, he definitely belongs to the category of people who are unprofitable and can't afford to be early, selfish, what is always the individual first, the team last, and you can never find where others are when you encounter danger, just this kind of team cancer social scum, this time he actually took the initiative to ask to explore the way, and also used the agitation method to force himself to go together, does he have this spirit of self-sacrifice?

The answer is obvious, of course, Ciric does not have this kind of consciousness like a living Lei Feng.

If the Half-Elf Sword Saint was here, he would probably be able to see the big and small calculations in the other party's heart at once.

What more do you need to say? Of course, he is greedy.

In the adventure team that goes out on adventures, unless it is a special need, everything is allocated according to needs, for example, the god-killing sword was given to Ciric, but if there is something from the Mystery, it must be kept at midnight, and if you find the armored greatsword, it will be taken away by Cranvo, and if you find a prop like the priest, it belongs to Ayton, and only when they find something that everyone doesn't need, they will temporarily keep it in the captain of the adventure team, that is, Cranvo, and wait until the end of the adventure to discuss, Whether to sell it for money and divide it equally or whatever.

However, this kind of fair distribution method is extremely unfair in the eyes of the greedy speculator of the standard of Ciric, he thinks that what he finds should be handed over equally, even if he can't use it, he can save it, so the wandering thieves along the way suggested that Cranvo is distributed according to personal findings, that is, whoever finds it belongs to whom....

Of course, if there is a way to distribute what other people find and belong to them, as long as everything is their own, then that would be perfect.

However, the downcast warrior did not take his proposal to harm others and benefit himself, Cranvo was upright, but he was not stupid, everyone knew that the wanderer had a unique advantage in opening treasure chests, finding secret doors, and discovering treasures, and if he really agreed to his request, would anyone else have any leftovers to drink?

Therefore, the unsuccessful Shirek had to have another plan, that is, to take more risks himself, go ahead of everything, and search for treasures in advance in the name of exploring the enemy's situation, and hide secretly when he finds out, and no one will search his body anyway, so won't he achieve the goal of saving the country by curve?

But Kranwo is not stupid, he is not stupid, he knows that his life is not guaranteed if he goes alone, so he called the most honest and down-and-out warrior to come over, so that he can have both bodyguards and be one step ahead, such a plan to get the best of both worlds, and the wandering thief feels very witty.

The werewolf scrambled towards the backlight, and in order not to make a noise for himself, Ciric and Cranvo both arched their bodies, their hands and the forefeet of their feet on the ground, and slowly moved forward in the posture of a reptile.

This way of walking is undoubtedly very physically demanding, but it does reduce the footsteps that people may make when sneaking, and curling up together in this way can greatly reduce their size, greatly avoiding the chance of being observed by others or touching the trap by themselves.

10 meters, 5 meters.

With 5 meters left on target, Ciric and Cranvo stopped.

Because here, there was no obstacle between them and the young Santarin Guard, and under the passage of the Horse Flat River, the only choice they had was to kill each other with thunderous means.

But the good news is that the other party seems to be still napping, and the speed of the two of them running 5 meters will not exceed 1 second, and in the best case, he may not have time to wake up, and they cut off his head in his sleep.

"I'll count 1, 2, 3, and we'll rush together."

Cranvo gestured to Ciric, who nodded immediately.

As Klanvo's outstretched three fingers became less and less, the downcast warrior burst into a roar and charged towards his sleeping target.

However, when he raised his head and stared at the target, he suddenly noticed that the young warrior was not asleep, he was staring at him with his dark green eyes open, and a very indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Not good!"

Kranvo immediately felt that he had been fooled, the calm smile of the other party he had only seen in Acoste, and it was also when the half-elf sword master was sure to win.

But he has already launched a charge, how can he stop at this time? Under the blessing of the rules of the Ferren plane, the impact of Klanvo's running now is no less than that of a small car speeding at a speed of 80 yards, and if he forcibly brakes at this time, then the huge inertia is definitely not so easy to counteract.

When the time comes, if you expose a bigger dilapidated house, won't it make the other party easier to kill? Moreover, the profession of warrior generally has not seen anything that runs away without fighting, and it is naturally impossible for Kranvo to set this shameless precedent, so the down-and-out warrior roared, and the whole person's momentum was raised again, and the dragon slaying sword slashed towards the young man's head.

"Poof...."

However, a scene that stunned him happened, the other party did not dodge, did not take out any weapons, only stretched out two tiny fingers as thin as a woman's shallots, and caught his thunderous [Shun Chop].

The wandering warrior couldn't accept what he was seeing, and he pressed down on the hilt of his sword in disbelief, but no matter how hard he put it, his face turned red like a red apple, and the greatsword didn't move as if it had been welded to death,,,,,,

"The weapon is good, and you are also very courageous, but the strength is too poor."

At this time, the young man's indifferent eyes flashed with a look of approval, and he commented in a crisp voice.

"You wicked man, don't think this will scare me, come as soon as possible!"

Unusually, Cranvo did not whisper for mercy or panic, but instead looked fierce like a stunned young man, yelling at the extremely dangerous young man, although those who had been with Cranvo for a long time also knew that he was usually quite secondary.......

"Hehe, I can't see that your mind is still quite smart."

The young man was also surprisingly not angry, but the admiration in his eyes was even stronger, "You raised your voice and shouted like this because you want your companions to escape from here quickly, or you want them to come and save you, but I believe that normal people can see the difference in strength between me and you." ”

The young man shook his head with a slightly regretful expression, "But it's a pity that those little mice are here now, and you have tried your best to seek a life for them, but they are bent on crashing into the ghost door, it's really ironic!" ”

The despondent warrior's intentions were seen through, his old face turned red, and he was about to say something to refute the other party, when a scream came from behind him, which he was very familiar with.

"Damn bastard, let go of my boyfriend, or I'm going to be rude to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several violet-colored [Arcane Missiles] smashed towards the young man, the young man's eyes froze, he shook his head slightly, and the spell that was as fast as a bullet seemed to be predetermined, rubbing past the sides of his cheeks.

"....."

Klanwo, who was close at hand, was stunned.

[Arcane Missile] is a ring of plastic energy spells, as a ring of spells that even the kind of novice mages who have just been inaugurated can learn, its power is naturally not much higher.

However, it was one of the most popular spells in Faeron and the other planes, so well-known that civilians who could not read large characters knew about it, either because it was too useful at low levels.

It only occupies a one-ring spell slot, but a single arcane missile can shoot at least three energy balls, and the power is comparable to bullets at the most, the casting speed is very fast, the spell needs to be chanted very little, the gestures are simple and pitiful, and there is no need for casting materials, but this is not the key, the main reason that can make it a must-have spell for novices is that its trajectory speed is too fast.

An arcane missile spell can be fired at a speed of up to 450 m/s, which is already more than the speed of sound and reaches the fastest discharging speed of a pistol.

Even in a place as magical as Ferron, it would be a bit of a fool's dream for a professional to capture this speed, and even if there were those powerful perverts who could catch the trajectory of an arcane missile with their exaggerated neural reactions and dynamic vision, they would be almost impossible to dodge.

Therefore, this kind of one-ring spell is basically a must, although it is unlikely that with that weak power it will kill those powerful creatures, unless there is a quick reflex professional, who is engrossed in the mage's casting gesture at the beginning, and dodges the last syllable when the spell is formed, there is still a chance of success.....

However, what Kranvo saw earlier, he actually saw the brother of the card owner's own weapon, and he actually started to dodge the arcane missile when it flew in front of him, and only a small wave of his head dodged all five arcane missiles in different directions.

Is this still the reaction speed that mortals can have?

"Don't come here, get out of here, get out of here, find Acoste, leave me alone!"

At this moment, Klanvo finally opened his mouth and roared without thinking about it, and at the same time, he suddenly made a move that surprised everyone, that is, he voluntarily gave up his weapon, and then a flying pounce actually hugged the mysterious young man in front of him to the bear, and forcibly used himself as bait to buy Midnight and Ayton that precious time.

"Stupid ....."

The first few seconds he hugged the other party, the powerful and excessive youth did not react, but when the downcast warrior rejoiced, the young man gently spat out these two words.

A dark red curtain of light emerged from his body, instantly obscuring the entire corridor, and when the downcast warriors regained their sight again, they were surprised to find themselves on an endless empty plain.

The blood-red sky, the pitch-black and dry earth, in the distance of a few people, there is a black throne more than ten meters high is standing there, and a blood ray that runs through the heavens and the earth shoots out from the top of the throne, reaching the sky, shocking a few rookies who have never seen any battles.

"I am the great god of tyranny, Bane, do you still think that any mortal can escape from my grasp?"

The mysterious young man was standing in front of them at this moment, facing the black throne with his back to them, but he said something that scared them into the gods.

"God of tyranny, you are Bane, impossible, how could Bane be here?"

Ayton, a trainee priest who is very familiar with religion, was the first to disbelieve it, although the gods of the major temples did not know what happened during this time and lost contact with the believers under their hands, they should still be located high in the kingdom of God, not this kind of earthly earth.

"Why can't I be Bane? Don't you think it's strange that the rules of Torrell's plane have changed, and the gods can come to the main plane in person, which has happened before? ”

The young man tilted his head back, revealing half of his face to Kranvo.

The down-and-out warriors, the Warbler Mage, and the Trainee Priest were speechless to refute for a moment, because the whites of its eyes turned green at some point, and in the pupils of its eyes, a black fist glove appeared........