This was the second time Moriarty had seen a black knife in combat form. It's just that although the black knife was in his hand the previous time, the breath on his body was cold and restrained; But this time, the black knife in the middle of the tunnel was as hot and deadly as boiling rusty water, although it was barehanded.

"It's... The smell of blood..."The black knife half-tilted his head and looked at the front of the road, his nose slightly open, as if he was sniffing some kind and very seductive taste.

"It's fresh, it shouldn't take more than ten minutes, and it's getting thicker." White, who had fought the undead countless days and nights in Dawn Fortress, felt the same acute.

"Black Knife, who is responsible for the security of Ford Night Market?" Moriarty asked quickly in a low voice.

"Glass's squadron of swords and shields. However, that stupid pen has always only known how to divide money, and nothing else. Black Knife replied coldly.

"What about the guards in the market?" Hearing Black Knife say this, a bad feeling immediately surged in White's heart.

"Guards? Hehe, they should all be patrolling the walls of the inner fort at this time. The black knife spat disdainfully: "At most, when those sword and shield warriors kick the right step in the middle of the night, they will just look down a few more times." ”

Sure enough, Moriarty's heart couldn't help but sink.

Because the Ford Night Market is located in the immediate vicinity of the Inner Fort, neither the founders of the black market nor the black marketeers who come here to trade believe that anyone would dare to commit a crime here. Because as long as there is a slight noise, the soldiers of the Inner Fort Guards on the side will immediately rush over like thunder, extinguishing a riot in the bud. Therefore, with the exception of a dozen black market attendants and a few thugs who perform the most basic patrol duties outside, the interior of the Ford Night Market can be said to be completely unguarded.

"Do you have any companions outside?" Black Knife turned to look at Moriarty and White.

"Nope." Moriarty shook his head, and as for that Thomson, he could only wish him good luck.

"That's good news." The black knife smiled coldly, then turned around and walked towards the front of the road: "Follow me and protect yourself." I hope that after I get a qiē, I still have time to go to the tavern. ”

Moriarty and White glanced at each other, and immediately hurried to follow.

The further you go, the stronger the smell of blood. As they approached the exit of the corridor, a stream of warm blood soaked the floor of the tunnel. Moriarty's boots felt a palpitating slippery as he stepped on the slowly flowing and spreading blood.

With nothing to hide, the black knife strode out of the corridor and stood still in front of the exit. And Moriarty, under the cover of White, leaned on the corner of the corridor and looked out covertly.

Outside the passage was a wide hallway, opposite which was the same fork in the road that Moriarty and White had walked, and then it led directly to the long, dark walkway leading to the outside of the prison.

However, at this moment, dozens of corpses that still had body temperature were huddled into a pile, and a small corpse mound was built in the center of the entrance. On the mound, a deep bloody wound was embedded in the throat of each victim. Steaming blood flowed from the wounds, converging into a pool of blood beneath the mound.

After a quick glance, Moriarty was very "lucky" to find two acquaintances in the pile of corpses, one was Iron Bar Bill and the other was Thomson. I don't know if it's a coincidence, Bill, who looked down on the "old dog" very much in his life, was heavily squeezed by Thomson's body at this time. And their eyes were wide open, as if they were glaring at each other, but there was only despair and death in those eyes.

In addition to the overlapping corpses and blood streams, on the other side of the entrance, a group of Krulrod werewolves armed with blood-stained scimitars were vigilantly patrolling around. Heavily guarded, a werewolf in a red cloak was leisurely watching a few merchant-like big-eared barbarians carefully and quickly rummage through the belongings of their victims who had been piled up on the ground, none other than Krulod Wovgang, who had bought a hundred thin-bladed scimitars from the Black Knife. …,

When they saw the black knife coming out of the passage, the werewolves guarding immediately turned their heads in unison, and at the same time raised the scimitar in their hands, almost immediately rushing up and pounced. However, it was stopped by the leader raising his hand.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to meet again so soon, 'Blacksmith'. Originally, I thought of going to you in person after a while, but I didn't expect you to show up on your own. Looking at the black knife on the opposite side of the corpse mound, the blue "whoosh" in the werewolf's eyes lit up, dazzling and cold: "Look, the scimitar you sell is really good, and my soldiers use it very easily." ”

"A she-wolf who doesn't know the rules dares to put her dirty paws into Fort Ford! Or rather, are all the new cubs of Wolfgang so arrogant and stupid!? Black Knife lowered his head slightly, looking at the werewolf as if he were looking at a dying prey.

"You know, blacksmith, I love your eyes at the moment: chaotic, dark, yet full of murderous light. If you allow it, I hope to collect them after you die. The werewolf has blond hair that almost hangs down her waist, and when she laughs, her long braided hair dances from side to side like a golden viper: "Hehe, I can't wait to see them floating up and down in the red crystal bottle." ”

"Really, she-wolf? It's a pity I'm not interested in your body at all, or can I find a few wild dogs from the street to keep you cool? Black Knife said coldly.

"Your mouth stinks, old fellow of Shelter Light." The female werewolf narrowed her eyes slightly: "Let's use your blood to brush it clean." ”

After speaking, the female werewolf waved her hand lightly, and dozens of werewolves brandished their scimitars and silently rushed towards the black knives from all directions.

"Humph!"

Looking at the werewolf warriors who were rushing towards him like a black tide, the black knife snorted coldly, and the rust-colored aura under his feet suddenly lit up. At the same time, the blacksmith's suit on the black knife was inexplicably cracked, and immediately, a collar of red rust-colored breastplate was revealed from it. And behind the cuirass, there was even a black square-headed saber with a long blade and only one handle.

Werewolves are advancing at a fast pace. Almost in the blink of an eye, a werewolf warrior who rushed to the front had already climbed directly to the top of the corpse mound. Then, I saw the werewolf leap forward, and flew towards the black knife from the top of the hill. The blood-colored scimitar in his hand carried a terrible wind, like a bolt of lightning slashing at the top of the black knife's head.

In the face of the fierce flying slash of the werewolf warrior, the black knife smiled coldly, and with a flick of his right hand, the horse chopping knife in his hand slashed horizontally towards the wreck's scimitar with a terrifying storm.

"Servant!"

As if it were a hot knife cutting cheese, the werewolf warrior was completely unable to resist the black horse chopping knife that roared like a tyrant. In just an instant, the werewolf and the scimitar in his hand were cut into two pieces.

Dapeng's blood mixed with his stomach and intestines and other internal organs fell from the air like a heavy rain, smearing the ground in front of the black knife into mud. The corpses, which had been cut in two, landed on the left and right sides of the front of the corridor, reminding everyone that they were not allowed to approach like two death monuments.

"Shot?" Inside the corridor, White held a short hardwood crossbow, his eyes as cold as water.

"Wait." Moriarty shook her head slightly, her eyes fixed on the werewolf.

Although they witnessed their companions being killed lightly, the following werewolves did not pause in the slightest, but charged towards the black knife even more frantically as if they were aroused to be wild.

In the blink of an eye, countless scimitars, accompanied by sharp claws and fangs, combined into a killing hurricane, completely submerging the black knives.

"Sons, die!"

In the heart of a hurricane, the black knife towers like a towering cliff. Beneath his feet, the rust-colored aura turned into a circle of life and death. Whatever object enters this aura, what awaits it is a merciless judgment from the Black Saber. …,

Blood, severed limbs, broken bones, corpses, the Grim Reaper dances merrily to the notes of flesh and blood.

In just one minute, six werewolf warriors had fallen forever in front of the Black Blade. The piles of corpses even formed a low fence that surrounded the black knives.

"As you deserve to be the Protector of Light, your warrior level is eighth. Sure enough, ferocious. Looking at the brutal killing field opposite the entrance, the female werewolf suddenly said quietly, and at the same time signaled her werewolf warriors to retreat for the time being.

Due to the disparity in strength, werewolves, whose general strength is equivalent to that of a human third-level warrior, are difficult to kill and injure the opponent even if they fight for their lives when facing the black knife. Even, most of the werewolf warriors were completely unable to touch the enemy's body with their scimitars, and they had already been cut into several pieces. Therefore, before the number of cannon fodder reaches a considerable base, a warrior of the level of Black Knife is simply not afraid of siege. And only the strong of the same level can balance the strong of the other party in such a small-scale fierce battle.

"She-wolf, call out all your people. Otherwise, I'm going to pass. "After a short but fierce fight, the black knife has been soaked in the blood of the enemy, like a demon god from the sea of blood, but it is clear that the previous battle has not been able to make the black knife full firepower.

"Hehe, you understand." The werewolf giggled, and her laughter seemed to be full of appreciation and joy: "In that case, Ochre, you can make a move." ”

"Yes, master!"

The werewolf's voice fell, and the short barbarian with a sheep's head hat stepped aside, followed by ten unusually strong orcs. Most of these orcs are short in stature, but they have well-developed upper body muscles. Their arms, in particular, are almost as thick as their legs. And on the chest of each half-orc, there were two rows of crossed wide belts firmly fastened. A small sharp axe the size of a palm is neatly and finely inserted into the belt lattice of the belt, shining with a cold and hard light

Roar, the barbarians dispatched.