Marken silently lifted his blood-stained sword and took a half-step back.

Several glimpses around him seemed to notice his flaws, and slowly approached him on all fours, ignoring their freshly decapitated companions.

But before these glimpses could leap up, Marken immediately took a step forward and swung the slightly retracted sword vigorously. The blood-stained Karar Slash Sword emitted a faint glow, dancing in a bright red arc in the air, instantly splitting the few glimpses that had just jumped up around Marken's side in two!

- Arc Slash!

This is Karar's military swordsmanship, which can get a level of strength bonus at the moment when the attack is successful, and can also achieve the terrifying effect of slashing the enemy in the early stage. Unfortunately, unless you are a weapon master, you can only use your right hand to hold Karar's unique single-edged sword to exert its full effect.

But at the moment when the arc of the sword flashed, a slightly stronger wolf-headed silhouette slyly leaned down and avoided Macen's attack.

Then, with the force of his front paws, he rolled and leaped from the ground in a strange motion, and his hind feet with barbs slashed into the air towards the head of the stiffened Maken.

But at this moment, a round shield with edges full of blades made a terrible buzzing sound, and it rotated at high speed to cut the wolf's head into two, and under the high-speed rotation of the blade shield, the black internal organs contaminated by magic were squeezed out of the incision, and he lost his life without even being able to do it.

Then, the slender iron chain attached to the center of the shield was violently straightened, and the shield, which was still spinning at high speed, was pulled to draw a large arc, cutting the shadows around Marken and Kruvien in half or forcing them back.

Finally, Marken, who could make some space, exhaled, and the black rune on his face retreated into his right eye. He whispered as he and Kruvien covered each other and stepped back, "Thank you." ”

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

A smirk bordering on a mocking smile on Kruvien's fat face led him back with his chain spinning his shield. The shield that had stopped spinning was covered in shallow scratches, and the blades with some internal organs had become overheated by the high-speed movement, making a sizzling sound as the pieces of meat rolled up on the blades were roasted.

"When you fight, you go up...... You won't be able to fix this problem until you die. Kruvien looked warily at the growing number of Glimps, and rubbed his blood-stained fat fingers against Marken, "But, be a little more careful, I'm not in the Hyena Legion now, but there aren't so many shield dancers to protect you from going crazy." ”

While the two were talking, a new glimpse appeared from the shadows. More than twenty pairs of dark green eyes stared coldly from afar, and from a distance, they looked like a large field of fireflies.

The number is three digits. The ever-increasing number of glimpses gave Marken the feeling of encountering wolves in the deadwood wilderness as a child. The terrifying feeling frightened him, and even the sword in his hand seemed to be a little unsteady.

He shook his head slightly, abandoning the ominous feeling in his heart. Suddenly, Marken heard a rush of footsteps behind him.

Glimpse, who was also attracted to the new prey, turned his head away. Almost instantly, Marken heard the sound of a tooth battle coming from behind him.

Probably Ann Ruosi.

He couldn't help but sigh.

After all, he is an academic wizard. Holiday practice is to come out to increase actual combat experience, and it is not a strange thing to be afraid of becoming like this when encountering a glimpse. After all, that's a glimpse.

If it weren't for the fact that I had been a killer on the White Tower side and had joined the army before, I'm afraid I would be like this now.

"Miss Claudia, please give this Mr. Wizard a moment of encouragement."

A soft, hoarse voice came from behind him, too neutral for a moment to make it difficult for Macken to distinguish between men and women.

But when he realized that he had never heard this voice before, he immediately realized that it was probably the voice of the black robe that Kruvien had rescued.

"But...... Encouragement is used to shield the pain, and Ann Ruo thinks about it......" came the voice of a certain eldest lady pastor. Placed together with that neutral voice, you can immediately hear the lack of confidence and hesitation in it, "I just used two one-ring magic techniques on you, and now the divine power value is not enough......"

"Trust me, Miss Claudia."

The neutral voice came slowly.

"The magic of encouragement was developed in 891 in the year of the gods to relieve pain. Until the end of the War of the Dead, it was primarily used to give friendly low-level warriors resistance to the opposing Fear Aura. The predatory courage used to resist the Glimpses is equally effective. Didn't you learn it in the temple? ”

"Yes...... Is that so? Well, I believe you. ”

Miss Reverend sounds like she's never heard anything like it. But she hesitated a little, and then decided to do what the black robe said.

Then, the golden light behind him flashed, and the sound of fighting that sounded tooth-sore immediately stopped. Not only that, but even Macken felt a lot calmer when he was slightly illuminated by the light.

…… What is the origin of that black robe!

With such an understanding of the magic of the war realm, it can't be the madmen of the Dead Vine or the Dead Wood family......

Marken, who was also from Karar, couldn't help but be curious about the black robe behind him. If it weren't for the aggressiveness of these glimpses in front of him, he would have wanted to go back and see what the black-robed man had looked like—he had been too busy judging the direction of his journey to see what the "good-looking boy" who had been praised by Kruvien could have grown.

But at this moment, the beautiful hoarse voice came again: "The gentleman with the sword in front...... Looking at the spell mark on your face, you're a silent swordsman, aren't you? ”

Hearing his words, Maken's heart was shocked, and he could barely grasp the sword for a moment.

The Silent Swordsman is a profession that was developed by the White Tower's R&D Department only the year before. Currently, only the Karaal Military Assassins who have official cooperation with the White Tower can be transferred.

This particular class may not be as dangerous as the Shadow Warrior or the Venom Claw, but for Marken, who often has to complete assassination or scout missions, becoming a Silent Swordsman is much more useful than honing the shadow power of the Assassin class.

The Silent Swordsman is characterized by a completely silent attack and action. The black spell mark on the face of the Silent Swordsman is the source of the enchanted power, and the Silent Spell will fade and disappear with the opening time, and before it disappears completely, the Silent Swordsman's weapon and body will be covered with a very thin layer of silent enchantment, whether it is acting or attacking, it will become silent.

Although not as useful as humans, it can be used with slightly delayed stealth, and it is also a useful weapon for glimpses that only use their ears and eyes to lock onto their targets.

――But the point is, the news of this profession should still be top secret!

Marken was startled, and the killing intent in his heart suddenly flooded. But as soon as he wanted to turn around, he immediately returned to his mouth.

Thinking about the influence of the Druids in the Duchy of Caral, it seems that it is not surprising that a black robe knows about it......

As the only professional killing agency of a scholar like the Druid, it is impossible for the Blacks to be without their own channels of information.

From this point of view, it doesn't seem so strange to know the information of the Silent Swordsman.

The moment he heard the black-robed druid's words, Macken's thoughts turned a thousand times. He thought it would be better for him not to say anything at this time.

As if there was no response, a hoarse and soft voice sounded again behind him:

"So, please close the spell seal first to save energy. Listen to me, I have a plan to annihilate all the glimpses-"

The voice behind him said this, and slowly took a step forward.

The next moment, a turquoise aura shone out from behind Maken, quickly streaking along the ground.

Suddenly, all the glimpses seemed to be frozen, frozen in place.

It's a group monster immobilization!

Marken was overjoyed, relaxed and turned around. I happened to see the black robe pull down the hood.

There is a hint of weakness and pity in the delicate face, the creamy skin is almost transparent due to ischemia, and a pair of smart big black eyes are full of confidence. This creature as beautiful as a puppet of the Su Ze Empire was wrapped in a black robe that was one size larger, exuding an almost demonic charm, which made people unconsciously have a good impression of him.

Don't blame Kruvine for thinking of him as a girl-

Contrary to Marken's own expectations, he didn't realize the slightest fear and awe at the first time he saw the black robe, but such an almost disrespectful thought popped up in his mind.

Seriously, it's pretty good.

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