The remaining three people in the room, one in front of the other and two behind, had just stepped up the stairs when Dean jumped down and appeared, and the low cry became extremely clear.

"Drink!"

The big knight who walked in the front didn't mean to dodge, he waved the long sword in his hand and went straight up, while the two guards behind him who were close to the knight level temporarily stopped moving forward and watched with their swords in hand.

Boom!

The two long swords slammed into each other, and the clear sound of metal clashing was heard far away.

"Hah, looking for a dead guy!"

The great knight felt the power coming from the long sword and couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

With the help of the long sword, he could clearly perceive that although Dean's strength far exceeded the knight level, there was still a certain gap between him and the big knight level, plus Dean had pounced down before, and the weight of his body was also integrated into his own strength, but even so, his strength still did not surpass him.

Such an opponent, for this big knight, is obviously easy to deal with.

Therefore, he contains contempt.

However, in the next moment, such contempt was enveloped in horror.

The flames, like an endless red, spewed out unspeakable scorching heat, and with the breath of death gushing out from the long sword—

Rumble!

The entire area of the staircase was shrouded in flames.

【Attack Hit......】

【Dragon Flame Breath Lv2 Special Attack Judgment ......】

[Opponent's Fire Resistance Judgment Failed......]

[100% Special Attack Taken by the opponent]

A series of three hints on the character panel indicate that Dean [Dragon Swordsmanship. Dragon Flame Breath].

In fact, in order to be able to maximize the power of [Dragon Flame Breath]. Dean deliberately chose this battlefield - a staircase that could only accommodate two people going up and down at the same time. What better than such a position. Is it more in line with the characteristics of [Dragon Flame Breath]?

Of course, if it weren't for the blessing of [Military Swordsmanship (Gao Sai)], Dean's strength was already close to the Great Knight, and he jumped from high to bottom, making this proximity infinitely close, Dean would definitely not choose such a way of fighting.

After all, if the difference in strength is too large, in addition to being directly injured by crashing. There is simply no other possibility.

As for activating [Dragon Flame Breath]?

That's even more impossible.

What's more, even if it is activated, in terms of the transformation mode of the power of [Dragon Flame Breath], it will definitely not achieve the immediate effect-

The two sentry posts, who were close to the knight level, just let out a wail, and then turned to the ground, gradually turning into charcoal in the house that was ignited by the [Dragon Flame Breath].

Although, the flame that was indirectly ignited is no longer considered a magic flame. However, they still retain the most basic property of fire: burning.

As for the other Grand Knight?

He tried to extinguish the flames in his body. However, the unique power transformation mode of [Dragon Flame Breath] made him unable to catch it, and the feeling as if the sword was cutting directly into his body made his injuries worsen rapidly.

"Ahhh

The Great Knight, who still had flames burning in the midst of a howl of pain, rushed frantically towards Dean on the stairs, apparently intending to die when there was no way to remove the damage caused by the flames on his body.

Call!

The beating sound of joy sounded in Dean's palm.

A five-inch fireball equivalent to 100% of his attack power appeared in Dean's palm, and then, thrown out-

Bang!

With a dull sound, the fireball hit the rushing knight directly.

Suddenly, the great knight stumbled, and then, in an even more violent fire, fell to his knees.

Eventually, he went limp and didn't move.

Undoubtedly, with Dean's current attributes close to the Great Knight, he was blessed again, and then, transformed into the damage of the magic flame, after the two times were combined, reaching 230% of the attack, all of them were poured on an unprepared Great Knight, and the other party's ending was naturally doomed.

It is not for nothing that the talent that represents the 'flame' can be ranked at the top of the knight's talent and be close to the top.

In the face of this kind of attack, which has no resistance and is equivalent to all hard attacks, the characteristics of 'flame' are brought into full play.

Of course, if it weren't for those magic resistance items, 'Flame' would have been at the top of the knight's talent.

【XP+5】

【XP+5】

【XP+100】

The three experience balls of light were integrated into Dean's body, bringing three hints, and connecting the 10 experience points obtained before, Dean's total experience value at this time reached 171 points.

Obviously enough for him to improve one application skill or two basic skills again.

But in this house burned by the flames, it is not suitable-

Dean could clearly hear the commotion around him, and it was clear that the civilians were drawn by the wails and flames of the night.

And the patrol guards should be there soon.

Dean didn't turn around and ran towards the second floor, but as he ran, the flames in his hands kept appearing, picking the most easily ignited locations and throwing them out one by one.

So when Dean came to the terrace with only 0.2 energy, the whole house was in flames.

Glancing at the civilians around the house who were starting to put out the fire, Dean picked a connected roof where no one had left, and jumped straight over, and then disappeared into the night with a few dodges.

……

When Zmo returned to his lodgings, he did not drink a glass of mead as usual, and fell asleep quickly, although he was now dressed in pajamas, he paced back and forth around his bed, and did not have the slightest intention of falling asleep.

After all, at this moment, Zimo's mind kept spinning the situation of meeting Dean.

Similarly, orders about Mader began to come back to his memory.

It's like a natural enemy that is incompatible. Tumbling in Zmo's mind. To the already restless Zimo. It's getting more and more uncomfortable.

Zmo knew very well that what Dean said before was not wrong.

He's an outcast now!

In the event of a worst-case scenario, Madr will definitely throw him out to appease the Marquis de Vauban and divert the marquis's attention to get more chances for the other party to leave.

For such a result, of course, Zmo is not reconciled.

But. As a spy for Gao Sai, even if he is unwilling, he must do so.

Because, once something goes wrong, he will not die alone, and his parents, wife and children who are far away in Gaosai will die.

However, Dean's appearance gives him a glimmer of hope - in the face of the hope of being able to live, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, no one will give up.

Undoubtedly. Disobeying Dean, who is higher than Madel, is not disobeying orders.

Of course. As a spy, Zmo doesn't simply take a word or two from the other party and give real bargaining chips.

He needed a fact. One is uttered by Dean's mouth, and, the fact that needs to be expressed xiàn.

In the face of survival, his heart, eager hope, such a fact quickly appeared.

However, thinking of the armed forces that existed around Madel, Zmo sighed again and again - apart from the subordinates of the Marquis Vaubana, it was difficult for Zmo to imagine anyone else in Vauban who could threaten Madr.

The previous irritability, the current dilemma.

Suddenly, Jean Zimo picked up the wine bottle at the head of the bed with all his might, and poured most of the bottle of wine with a mouthful.

The cold liquor ran down his throat, but more of it splashed down the corners of his mouth and onto Zmo's pajamas.

"Whoop, whoop......"

When the wine in the bottle was completely clean, Zimo gasped for breath, and the wine bottle in his hand was thrown into the corner of the room.

Seeing that the wine bottle was about to fall to the ground and shatter, a gloved palm appeared there and caught the wine steadily.

"Great, great!"

Zmo subconsciously shouted after looking at Dean who appeared there in disguise and cover-up.

"If that's all your watch is, I doubt you're worth it!"

Dean said slowly in a changed voice, and at the same time, walked to the bedside table with the wine bottle.

"In the face of life and death, how many people can be fearless?"

Zimo smiled helplessly and sat down on the bed with a slight depression.

"I told you, I'll give you a new choice!"

After putting the bottle away, Dean turned around and looked at Zimo with eyes hidden under his hood, who was slightly stunned, and his brain, which had been eroded by alcohol, finally turned the corner, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Big, sir, you, ......"

"Even if it's a curfew, you should be able to get what happened in Downtown, right?"

Dean said.

Suddenly, Zimo, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly collapsed, and then, like a violent wind, rushed out of the room.

"Little, Little, I want to know what's just going on in Downtown...... Hurry, hurry, you damn thing, get me up! I need to know the news! ”

Such voices rang out in the hallway of the house.

And less than a quarter of an hour later, the news that Zmo was waiting for appeared in front of him-

"In the civilian area of Xiacheng District, a fire broke out in one house, although the other houses were not ignited because of the timely rescue, but all five people in the house where the fire broke out were killed...... However, the soldiers of the city guard have surrounded them, and I can't get any more news! ”

The man, known as Little, reported in detail what he had discovered.

"No, no, that's enough!"

Zimo waved his hand and stood up, then walked briskly towards his room.

Standing at the door of the room, he tidied up his appearance slightly, and then pushed the door in.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)