Aldrich Triss, with a cutlass in both hands, stepped out of a dimly lit corner into the brightly lit corridor, and when he saw him safe and sound, the scavengers' union members cheered in unison. As for the smugglers from the Dagger and Cloak Guild, they were secretly alarmed by the leader of the team, why the fourth-level thief hadn't appeared yet.

'It's not going to be slaughtered by this two-knife ranger. Tekkenville speculated maliciously that as a newcomer, he was usually ostracized by the 'old man', and sent him to do any dirty work, especially the leader named Jaggs, who treated him like a servant.

Will knew that these people were all core members, and their loyalty and personal strength far exceeded those of the periphery, and from the usual conversations, it could be known that most of the smugglers were orphans, and they were secretly cultivated by the organization since they were children, at least at the level of second-level warriors, and they had never shown their faces before, so it was inevitable that they would be a little rusty, but they just called him at will, but it made the proud Iron Fist feel that his pride was seriously injured.

Therefore, when the strange and familiar Aldrich Triss stood in the firelight and revealed his true face, the look of surprise on Will's face was fleeting, and did not indicate anything unusual.

The smugglers saw the high-ranking warriors who were suspected to be the bosses, and according to the usual practice, pushed the newcomers who had just joined the gang to the front and served as the point of the sacrificial guns.

Seeing that the Highland barbarians did not win favor in front of Aldrich Tris, Ville knew very well that with his own strength, he could only go up and deliver food.

With his back to the smuggler, he glared vigorously at the Twin Blade Ranger, but the panic in his heart took a slight effect, and the hideous face of flesh turned his gaze into a threatening stare.

This made the veteran thief who was hiding not far away and blending with the shadows a little relieved, and found that at the critical moment, it was this newcomer who had more courage than his partner, and dared to face a high-level warrior who was suspected of entering the transcendent level.

Aldrich Triss had long recognized the Iron Fistville, and remembered the Sword and Spear Tavern, the Highland Berserker, the illusionist who mastered apothecary, and the follower of the Way of the Oak Tree, and his heart softened, and he blinked, and then his face turned to a bitter winter again, revealing a piercing coldness.

Iron Fist Weir, who was staring at him, saw the eyes of the response, and finally put down a stone in his heart, and breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, "Since you have reached a tacit agreement to act, you have to act in a full set, and you must settle the capital." ’

Clenched his fist hard, touching the pivot of his palm, the iron fist immediately snapped, sharp iron thorns stretched out from each joint, and Will's hands seemed to turn into two curled hedgehogs.

Aldrich, who was familiar with the knight's codex, was slightly stunned, and muttered to himself, "It's a bit like a skeleton soldier strengthened by bone hyperplasia, a white bone warrior ranked among the top two undead creatures. Now the smugglers' equipment is better than that of the Night Watchman, which is really rich, but borrowing from the characteristics of imitating the undead, the brain is a bit big. ’

There was a sound of urging behind him, Weir felt cold in his heart, but he still did not hesitate to charge forward, the middle door was wide open, his hands were withdrawn, his elbows were attached to his waist, and he approached the maximum attack range of the Double Knife Ranger.

Aldrich laughed secretly, and in the face of the flawed attack, he slashed with a knife in his right hand, easily swinging away Will's iron fist, and even removed most of the spikes in his fist gloves, and kicked lightly with a side kick in his right leg, and Will fell to the ground immediately, immediately lying down and pretending to be dead.

After a moment's delay, two figures jumped out from behind Will, slashing his neck upwards and knees downward, striking left and right together, and cooperating tightly, Tris heard the faint sound of footsteps behind him, and his real vision also had a dead end, presumably a veteran thief who had gone and returned, and launched a backstab again.

Aldrich, who was anticipating the enemy's opportunity, did not retreat but advanced, his right leg fell and knocked into the murderer who cut his knee and deboned, his body sat down steadily, his mouth opened, and the devouring arrow technique was launched, and the iron teeth and copper teeth bit the sharp blade, and with a bang, the long sword with good steel fire collapsed into several sections on the spot.

The veteran thief, who was full of heart, immediately determined that this high-level warrior had entered the transcendent level, and was shocked by the rank gap, he wanted to immediately pull out his feet and escape, but he was very confident in his tactics of stuffy stick + shadow raid + backstab, and took one step to shorten the distance again.

The sneak attacker, seven paces away, instantly appeared behind him, and the power of the bone-chilling shadow pierced through the armor without hindrance and hit Aldrich's shoulder blades. Immediately he was made up with a stuffy stick, his whole body was weak in a trance, and when his eyes were full of stars, the sharp dagger almost pierced his chest.

When the pain hit, Aldrich instantly regained consciousness, and showed his hole cards without hesitation, not caring about revealing his identity, the maximum power output, and the Nemea lion roared.

The senior thief who was rejoicing in the sneak attack had smelled the danger of life and death in advance, but he had no time to retreat, he had just used the shadow raid, his blood was boiling like a blazing, and now his body had not cooled down, and it was very likely that he would die on the spot if he performed it again, and he was a little reluctant to sacrifice the evil man.

"Roar...... Roar!" The heart-rending sound, even if the aftermath passed slightly, bleed the two smugglers who were good at combining the two smugglers, and as for the thief Jagus, who was facing most of the power, his whole body trembled violently as if he had been struck by the thunder hammer of the Storm Knight, and all the pores burst out with blood, almost dyeing him red.

Lying in the stinky water of the gutter, Iron Fist Weir, who was only temporarily deaf, was very glad that he was able to escape death, he wanted to sneak away, but the slight power of the aftermath of the sound made his brain dizzy, closed his eyes and felt that the whole world was turning, forcibly suppressed the desire to vomit, held his breath and waited for the movement around him.

Even a fourth-level thief with a special bloodline could not withstand the roar of the Nemean lion, Aldrich stepped forward and stretched out his finger, a little on Jeggs's forehead, he was like a zombie with a hardened body, falling straight to the cold ground, with air out and no air intake.

In the real vision, the thief's life is like a candle in the wind, the faint light of the fire flickering from time to time, and a miserable despair that will be extinguished at any time.

Aldrich, who walked towards the other smugglers with the 'Splitter of the Spine' on his back, the results of the battle to solve two third-level warriors and a fourth-level thief leader with one blow are too amazing, and the core members of the dagger and cloak union are also people with vision, of course, they can see that the loud voice just now is an extraordinary level of skill, and their hearts are anxious and waiting for the judgment of fate.

"You and other sinners, ignoring the law, doing shady things, deserve to die!" Aldrich pointed with his sword, and the leaping flames flashed a cold light on the blade, like the lionheart Leon in "The Legend of Kings" who scolded the betrayal of his vassals.

"Kill!" knew that they would die, and the smugglers were not good at stubble, but they could not muster up the courage to face Aldrich's twin knives, so they could only launch a decisive charge at the array of guns and shields.

If it weren't for the experienced Duver to fill in the leaks, Todd, who was brave and resourceless, had great strength but didn't know how to control and use it, maybe he would have been broken through the crumbling defense line by these smugglers and escaped.

Aldrich saw the union members wounded and bleeding, and marched forward with the momentum of victory, and the smugglers had to send some men, which allowed the scavengers, who were on the verge of collapse, to gain a foothold again.

In the gap of the shield, seven or eight iron-tipped spears attacked at the same time from different angles, and a brave second-level warrior, who couldn't care about the upper and lower, was shot a few times in the knee, and collapsed to the ground on the spot, blood gushed out from the wound, and in the blink of an eye, his face was pale like a dead man.

The danger of dying evoked memories of the past, and he remembered the admonition of the great chief, and shouted with all his strength: "Help!"

The Dagger and Cloak Guild wouldn't have been able to afford a promising job as smuggler if they didn't have strong allies in the sewers, but there were so many successful escorts that most people forgot that they weren't alone.

Since someone reminded them in time that the smugglers were not stupid, they immediately took out the arrows that they had carried with them for a long time but had never used them, and because they were in the middle of the corridor, they could only fire them back and forth.

"Huh...... ......"Aldrich shot very quickly, and then preemptively slashed two arrows on the spot with a cutlass cutlassal, and as for the scavengers' union, even if someone noticed it, they did not intercept it, allowing the shrill whistle to send a signal for help."

Tris felt that in the depths of the dark sewers, a certain dangerous aura quickly rose, mixed with the smell of the spellcaster and the source of the black knight's evil, although they were not their opponents, it would not be easy to deal with once they joined forces, and now that they were injured, it was inevitable that they would have to be discounted a few times, and if they didn't make it, they would even have to explain themselves here.

'Hurry up!' Aldrich staggered his knives and gestured in a certain position, and the scavenger union members on the opposite side immediately formed a charging array, and the pressure on the smugglers increased dramatically.

The two-knife ranger who used all his strength, like a humanoid giant bear rushing towards the stubborn prey in the corner, ordinary second-level warriors couldn't pass two moves under him, that is, ordinary dismantling, relying on the strength of the crushing, just swept the garbage in front of him to both sides, pasted on the wall, and slumped and slid softly.

The smugglers, who had been friends with each other for many years, saw their comrades fall in blood, and their anger overwhelmed their fear of stepping into the high-level warriors of the transcendent level, and several people joined forces to fight back, making Aldrich a little scrambling, but that was the end of it.

"If anger is useful, berserkers are the best in the world, what do you need knights for?" Triss said as he brandished a sailor's scimitar that had become 'jagged' in the chaos of battle, and tried to salvage the situation.

He resisted three fighters alone, and the pressure on the scavengers' side suddenly decreased, and the smugglers could not rush out, unable to break through smoothly, and their range of movement was gradually compressed to back to back.

In the dark depths of the sewers, the angry roar of an unknown beast can be heard, and Aldrich, realizing that reinforcements are coming, sped up the speed of the cross-slash, and the retreating smugglers smile happily.

"Hold on, and our reinforcements will come. ”

Tris cursed secretly, and spent a little time recovering the source with a hard time, and used the sword in both hands to perform the wind and thunder slash of the quasi-great knight technique.

The storm of death descended on the dim corridor in an instant, and anyone who stood in front of Aldrich was immediately cut into pieces by the indomitable blade, and even their multi-layered compound armor could not delay the fire of life from blowing out one by one in front of such a powerful wind.

The smuggler's slight resistance, like a praying mantis raising its arms to block the wheels, crushed by Aldrich and lifeless, and the scavengers who would not accept any surrender joined forces to strangle the waste that had lost its fighting spirit.

The time had come to clean up the battlefield and take over the loot, but the sound of footsteps from the depths of the sewers was getting closer, and President Triss immediately motioned for them to leave as soon as possible as planned, and he was in charge of the aftermath and cover.

The smell of danger is getting stronger, and the scavenger union members are not reckless people who forget about their small profits, they hurriedly pick up their weapons, support their wounded partners, and line up in neat lines to weave through the cobweb-like corridors.

'It's your turn. ’

Aldrich took out the red socks on his belt, the originally inconspicuous space bag, and swallowed a steady stream of large and small boxes, barrels full of fine wine, and even the towed cart.

After there was nothing but the bodies of a dozen smugglers at the scene, Tris remembered the dagger on his back, pulled it up, clamped his muscles hard, and hid it in his armor, not catching up with the scavengers' union, but taking a different path.

Not long after he left, four menacing black shadows came to the starting point of the rescue arrows, one of them seemingly floating in the air without touching the ground.

The burly giant man led by him twitched his nose and snorted a few times in dissatisfaction: "The smell of the white knight, the battle in a short time, the cruel and cruel means, not like those battle maniacs in the city guards, maybe the secret trump card of the Dark Police Department is dispatched." ”

The young man with a slender body and holding a Sun Elf wheel saw, after watching the scene, shook his head slightly: "Definitely not, those judges will not be dispatched easily." What do you think, little bat?"

"He scares me! The pale man landed on his feet, his wings turned into a tattered cloak of dust, and his scarlet eyes, his pitch-black pupils sunk deep into it, rippling in circles of blood.

The fourth person, who was silent, held the right hand of the short staff of the arm bone, and showed the snake-eye ring on the middle finger, emitting amber yellow light, guiding the direction of the target.

"The Splinter is moving at high speed, and that terrible white knight is wounded, and the four of us sages have joined forces to eat him. ”