"You idiots better hurry up, there's something wrong going on downstairs at City Hall, we need hostages!"

The hunchbacked pirate wizard shouted at the dozen or so pirate men beside him at the top of his lungs, and then immediately threw his voice into the chanting necessary for the wizard to prepare the spell.

It took about a second for Mogordo to chant the spell as a cold light flashed in front of his staff, and a magical arrow made of ice crystals flew towards Arya.

Arya's mind was highly concentrated, her eyes wide to catch Mogordo's movements, and she immediately turned sideways, and the ice arrow flew in front of her eyes, and the hit missed.

The elven girl glanced at her two emerald green eyes and immediately raised her crossbow to point at the hunchbacked pirate wizard.

It takes chanting to fire spell arrows at her Mogordo, but she has a unique personal specialty, so her return fire is instantaneous, so fast enough to even reload her ammo.

The water elemental in the heavy rain is very active, just as Mogodo's chosen spell is, Arya also chooses the attributes of the magic arrow, and then pulls the trigger of the crossbow with her finger to shoot an arrow that is also wrapped in ice blue ice crystals at Mogodo.

"Smack!"

"Hmm-"

More than a dozen pirates had already rushed towards Arya and Monroe with knives at the same time as Mogordo's spell attack.

Arya's shooting direction was not wrong, but unfortunately a pirate minion's path happened to block the direct line between her and Mogordo, and the poor substitute was hit head-on by Arya's ice arrow, and his whole face immediately turned into a piece of broken ice, and he snorted and fell to the ground with a "bang".

The pirate shot by Arya splashed rain on the staircase of the town hall, and Mogordo gasped as he looked at the subordinate who had fallen in front of his eyes, thinking that if it hadn't been for the hapless guy who had blocked the arrow for him, he would have gone to the legendary plane of the dead right now.

......Seeing that her arrows did not hit the ideal target, the elf girl with a crossbow gritted her teeth and exhaled a breath.

Arya and Mogordo shot each other with an arrow, and after a round of fire, a dozen pirates were about to reach Arya and Monroe.

The old lord of the castle used his spear to fight the three pirates with the skills of his youth, and Arya immediately saw that the two pirates had come to her with a fierce look.

Arya stepped back with her front foot, and with her other hand behind her, she immediately slashed at the side of the neck of one of the pirates in front of her, holding a scimitar.

The artery on the side of the neck is a vital part of humanity, and the pirate who arrived in front of Arya had to raise his scimitar to parry Arya's blow, and the two scimitars clashed together.

The snow-bright knife face reflected the silver moonlight, splashing three rain flowers in mid-air. Arya pinned down the opponent's weapon with her own weapon, then raised the crossbow in her other hand and aimed it at the other pirate.

The crossbow tip of the crossbow almost hit the head of another pirate, and as soon as the pirate lifted the scimitar in his hand, Arya shot directly through his eyebrows with an almost zero-range shot in the face.

After cleaning up the pirate, the elf girl still used her own knife to parry the other pirate's knife.

She doesn't have the strength to take down enemy weapons with a single blow like Finn, but as a witcher, her strength has never been strength, but agility.

The scimitar in Arya's hand was pushed away by the pirate in front of her, but at this moment, the elf girl directly kicked the pirate in front of her with a whip leg.

With a muffled "bang", the pirate's legs tightened, a cold sweat broke out, and he immediately felt a sharp pain that could almost bite his pain nerves come up from the position of his crotch.

"You ——!" The pirate who was injured in a vital part glared at Arya with a comical expression of pain and anger, and his mind was completely consumed by anger.

Need a hostage? Caught alive? Bah!

When you find out that this pretty stinky woman is so vicious, I can guarantee you that you will never think you will do it again, respectful and idiot Lord Mogordo! - he cursed in his heart.

"I'm going to kill you!" The enraged pirate was slowed down by Arya's whip leg and roared in amazement.

Unfortunately, Arya didn't care if his pain was above hers. The witcher elf girl's eyes were narrow, and the light crossbow in her hand was aimed at the opponent's head before the opponent's scimitar, and the trigger was pulled and an arrow was fired, and then it was like solving the previous enemy, so that this guy who might have been "lonely" died with a painful face.

After taking down two enemies in front of her in quick succession, Arya exhaled a hot breath in the rain and then laid her scimitar sideways in front of her for the next wave of attacks from the other pirates.

Suddenly, the elven girl's ears pricked up, and she heard the old city lord not far from her screaming.

"Lord Castle?!" She immediately looked in that direction, and saw that the old man had been forced to retreat by several pirates, and that he had several new hideous scars on his body, and that the spear in his hand seemed to tremble from the pain of his master.

The pirates remembered that Mogordo had ordered them to be taken alive, but these cruel villains would not show mercy to the old man in front of them for such a trivial matter.

Didn't the hunchbacked wizard tell them before? They remember that their boss said to them, "You can cut them both into sticks, but I will live both of them!" ”

Can you sharpen a stick?

Since it can be done to this extent, can it be done according to the standard of making the other party a breath away from death? - That's what the pirates had in mind.

"Hold it back, old immortal!" One of the pirates raised his scimitar and pressed it further in front of Monroe with an arrogant face, aiming the blade at one of the old city lord's arms.

The moment he swung his scimitar, a figure as swift as a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

Arya sprinted like a cannonball and leaped in front of Monroe, raising her left arm instead of Monroe's to take the scimitar blow, and immediately aimed her free right hand at the pirate.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang-"

An arrow to the face, an icy magic arrow—and a crisp thud of flesh and wounds frozen.

The pirate who had slashed Arya's left arm fell backwards with his head on his back. After that, Arya gritted her teeth and resisted the pain in her left arm, threw down the crossbow on her right hand, and drew a second scimitar from the other half of her waist.

The elven girl with the two knives in her hands was on the side of her eyes, and then stepped on the face of the second pirate next to her, causing her body to spin in mid-air.

She raised her arms and spread out her two scimitars like the wings of death, and her body turned into a counterclockwise guillotine with the blades on both sides.

The two arteries in the neck of the third and fourth pirates were slashed by two scimitars at the same moment, and the two "poofs" and "poofs" burst open with a torrent of blood.

Arya's pale golden ponytail spread out in the air, and her long, rain-soaked hair spread out like a waterfall over her falling body.

The elven girl's eyes were as sharp as swords, and she landed in a half-crouching position, her two scimitars held in front of her in the shape of a cross by her staggered arms. The blood splashed in mid-air and the raindrops falling from the sky fused into pale red petals, and the blood-stained two knives were illuminated by the silver moonlight, as if dipped in blood as a painting, bewitching and suffocating.

"Arya, your left arm ......" Monroe clutched his wounded abdomen with one hand and supported himself with a spear with the other.

The old lord glanced worriedly at Arya's wounded left arm, feeling very uncomfortable.

"I'm fine, sir." Arya said with her back to Monroe, gritting her teeth and half-crouching on the ground.

However, contrary to what she said, Monroe saw red blood gushing out of the slit in the leather armor of Arya's left arm, and thought to himself that it would be all right.

The strong elf girl clenched her hands and slowly got up, she opened a pair of uncompromising and yielding emerald green eyes and glared angrily at the pirates in front of her, the pirates looked at her, and their hearts did not become angry for the first time, but felt a trace of shock and fear.

These usually murderous bandits felt that they were looking at a terrible monster, and suddenly they all took a small step back.

"A bunch of fools, what are you afraid of?!" The hunchbacked pirate wizard Mogordo stood aside and yelled at the frightened pirates of Arya, then raised his staff to begin casting spells again.

Suddenly, as soon as Mogodor lifted his staff again, the pirate wizard suddenly heard a whistling sound from behind him as if he heard a whistling sound from the wind pressure.

Mogordo looked behind him with a hint of foreboding.

And then—

"Wow!" He screamed.

A wind blade slammed him out, and Finn, who had slashed out the blade, took the hilt of the Whistling Blade in both hands and walked down the stairs to the rooftop of the town hall, followed by Miss Warlock Lilith, the young thief Arroyo, and the future Sword Saint Raymond.

"Arya!" The young paladin glanced at the rooftop, and from behind the crowd of pirates, the elven girl and the old lord of the city were seen.

Arya's gaze looked past the dozen or so pirates surrounding her and Monroe, and a look of surprise and emotion appeared in her eyes, which had been as sharp as swords a second ago.

He's come to her rescue.

At this moment of life and death, it is like the story of those rangers and knights at the bedside of childhood.

The elven girl pursed her lips and choked in her throat, realizing for a moment that she was not alone.

So, she immediately responded to the voice and shouted, "Here I am!" ”