The sound of footsteps in the distance quickly narrowed the distance, and Aldrich tried several tricks to escape the tracking, and even took the time to erase the traces he left behind, but it could not change the fact that he was locked by the 'hunter'.

He looked at his whole body carefully, except for the wounds on his back that had been mostly healed by applying hemostatic powder, he didn't find any secret marks or spellcasters' tricks at all, and besides, smugglers were warriors and would not use tricks like mage marks.

The only reason that can be explained is that the loot he obtained from the leader of the smugglers, the veteran thief with special bloodlines, was tainted with the evil aura of the sacrificial ritual, and was given additional sharpness and armor-piercing abilities because he pointed to a certain lord-level abyss species.

'So this gadget is messing around!' Aldrich smiled disapprovingly, and threw the Spinner into the red sock, turning a corner, squatting his body, and hiding his hands on his knees in a dark corner.

Adjust the rhythm of your breathing, gradually become like nothing, abandon superfluous thoughts, turn your mind into a blank space, and don't think about anything, like a statue of a distant era that has experienced the baptism of time, and is inseparable from the surrounding environment.

After half a minute or so, the four black shadows arrived in front of them, and due to the sudden loss of the whereabouts of the Splitter, they had to instead track the traces left by their prey when they fled, but unfortunately the muddy ground trampled by countless pairs of big feet, and the filthy environment where the clogged filth was running rampantly, resulting in any suspicious smell or footprints, it took a lot of time to carefully identify.

The most important thing that the 'sage' of the four professionals is lacking at the moment, after all, the injured prey is an extremely terrifying white knight, not only cruel and cruel even the barbarian berserker can not stand it, but the level of greed even makes the vampire baron ashamed of himself.

The young man holding the Sun Elf Wheel Saw took off his hat and helmet to reveal the pointed ears hidden in the silver hair, shook a few times, and shook his head to his partner next to him: "There is no abnormal sound in the vicinity, either the white knight fled far away and completely dumped us, or he hid nearby, trying to deceive us with this kind of small trick that can't be put on the table." ”

The taciturn sorcerer, wielding his arm cane, summoned a cloud of green phosphorescence, without consuming even the slightest source of spell casting.

This is his talent, the evil bloodline inherited from the demon ancestors of ancient times, although it is maintained by intermarriage within the clan, due to the cultivation in the mortal body, it has become thin after dilution, and it cannot be compared to the leader of the gray shroud, the black scepter Dismaster, nor can it be compared to the name of the 'evil eye' Frost, but he still has a place in the underworld.

Recruit three like-minded alternative sages to form the 'Sage', including a barbarian who turns his back on his clan's honor but retains his power and war paint, a knight-rank vampire who loses his father to guide his life and thus gains limited freedom, a half-elven ranger who has mastered the Elven royal weapon, the Sunlight Wheel Saw, and a half-elven ranger who is familiar with the martial arts of the Jade Royal Court. The only goal of this powerful group is to make money, and as long as it is profitable, it will not hesitate to lower its status to deal with smugglers and provide them with protection and support.

Anyone who goes against the sage, as long as there is no underworld boss to take care of him, often does not end well, and if he can't do it, the curse secretly cast by the sorcerer will make his enemies miserable.

Over time, in the chaotic and orderly sewers, the sage's signboard can be regarded as a sound, as long as they do not interfere in the fight for territory and form their own forces, those bigwigs would rather be like learning from an owl to turn a blind eye and throw a few bones from time to time, as a hunting dog under their noses.

This time, however, the sophisticated vicious dog met the cunning prey, and they tried their own trivia, but they did not notice Aldrich, who was not far away.

Not showing any emotion, blending in with his surroundings is a skill that Tris learned during his cultivation in the Whispering Forest, not a transcendental level technique, but a more wonderful ability. Only followers of the Oak Way can understand the true meaning of 'Friends of Nature' and successfully recruit animal companions.

The cobweb-like sewers are a favorite spot for outlaws in the gray area, and the air currents set off by the people and the noise amplified by the corridors interfere with the search of the four sages to a certain extent. They couldn't have sealed off the area around them to dig up the white knight who didn't know where to hide, and they didn't have the power to do so.

Just as the barbarian man dropped the heavy axe in discouragement, the half-elf warrior hid his ears again, and even the vampire knight put away his hideous fangs, the sorcerer Hasteen still did not give up, stirring up what little brain juice he had left, and seeing the shadow cast by the fence, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, and summoned an invisible servant out of thin air, filled with negative energy to give a smoky form, with its keen sense of smell of the human soul, vowed to find out the white knight who was more dazzling than the aura of ordinary people.

The invisible undead servant who specializes in the art industry soon discovers Aldrich's existence, and when he gets closer, he is burned by the positive energy of the sun on his body, and it is constantly melted as if it is poured with sulfuric acid.

'Discovered!'

With the grim shadow of the graveyard looming closer, Tris stretched his hands and feet to his feet, leaving his meditative state like a spellcaster, the pillars of his spirit springing up like a clear stream, and he faced the invisible undead servant, revealing a fiery sun-like smile that would melt the blood chamber banshee like snow—the splendor of Akubour.

The negative energy that bound the undead maid was quickly canceled out due to its meager concentration, and a sigh of joy immediately sounded around her, such an amazing extraordinary knightly skill immediately attracted the attention of the four philosophers, and the first to arrive was not the vampire Lockner, who was good at floating in the air, but the half-elf warrior Philion Riel, who had a light body and dim vision.

Placing the daylight wheel saw with both hands, staggering left and right to rotate the dark buttons, I saw that the eighteen three-leaf moon blades were all activated, enveloping Aldrich's whole body, leaving no flaws, and there were no dead ends to use.

"Profit!" Tris leaped backwards, his body almost gliding against the rancid muddy ground, and pulled out the sailor's scimitar, which had long since turned into jagged teeth, and struck the three moon blades that were chasing in the zigzag, the damage getting worse and worse.

The elbow jumped up suddenly, and at this time the vampire had already leaped past the half-elf companion, and ten bright red bloody nails popped out violently, just stuck at the point in time, and the cooperation was extremely tacit, obviously using this trick many times in a row before.

Aldrich changed his moves extremely quickly, standing sideways with his twin swords, calmly avoiding most of the blood armor, and the only two scarlet poison needles that hit landed on the scimitar back and forth, and the original broken blade broke on the spot.

The prey plucked out the minions of the counterattack, to the delight of the barbarians who caught up, and he liked to be unforgiving, wielding a double-sided axe with a grinding disc in pursuit, without any regard for the feelings of his prey, and was anxious to leave Aldrich behind, and at least force him to spit out the smuggled goods that he had swallowed before cutting off his hands and feet.

After purifying the undead servants, Aldrich's source level dropped again, and he found himself unable to use the strength of his heyday, and faced the barbarian wielding a double-sided heavy axe in one hand, and was sure that he must have hidden a lore.

Cutting into the shadow of the axe with great risk, Aldrich chose to fight closely, the barbarian's burly body well shielded the eyes of the half-elf hunters and vampire assassins, the power of the violent bear surged, and Tris's neck flushed an abnormal rose red, and even his face was smudged, obviously he had performed many extraordinary skills, and his body was close to the limit.

'Waiting for your final counterattack right here!' The barbarian warrior's hidden left hand was his usual weapon, tempered by years of training like a dragon lance and a heavy spear, and he slammed into Aldrich's right hand.

"Gurgle...... The sound of broken joints came from the arms of both sides, and it was obvious that neither of them had benefited from this moment just now.

'Can you compete with the power of my Violent Bear, is it a high-level barbarian warrior who has gained the power of War Paint. Aldrich's face was a little pale, but he quickly recovered.

Finding that his wrists and elbows were damaged, Tris's shoulder deltoid muscles swelled sharply, as if steel was cast in iron, and his shirt was torn apart.

He squatted slightly, sank his waist and sideways, stepped forward heavily, using his right shoulder as a spearhead, and struck a striking blow at the unprepared savage.

"Bang!" seemed to be the sound of gold and iron, and the force of the collision between the two was so fierce that it even blew up a clean piece of ground in the mud under their feet.

The barbarian warrior, whose chest was sunken, turned out to be the weaker side, and was knocked to the ground a few steps backwards, staggering to the ground, obviously suffering an unprecedented blow.

'Finally solved the biggest threat, and it was in vain that I used my special move to explode clothes. ’

Aldrich was about to step forward to give him two more kicks, and the half-elf hunter grabbed the skirt armor with the blade on the hem with both hands, and unleashed a series of fan attacks, no weaker than the tricky angle of the daylight wheel saw, so that Tris, who had seen this move for the first time, was not sure of winning, and not far away, the vampire assassin whose nails grew again and was painted bright red gave him no less threat than that of the half-elf.

"You guys have a good relationship. He complimented heartily, and slid backwards, the half-elf did not pursue as expected.

The cautious vampire Lockner watched for a long time, and found that the prey was strong on the outside and dry in the middle, and forcibly held out a calm posture, but in fact, the body had already been overdrawn to the limit. He grinned a hideous grin, his blood-red forked tongue spitting out like a snake letter, and making a strange hissing sound.

The blood of such a high-quality white knight will definitely inject new life and vitality into his rotten body, and the desire to suck blood is boiling, constantly telling Lockner to grab and fight, in order to advance to the 'noble clan' as soon as possible, if necessary, it is not hesitant to suck this knight dry.

The vampire was so hungry that countless hands seemed to emerge from the depths of his throat, and Lockner couldn't suppress his boiling desire, opening his mouth to spit out a graveyard breath of death, cold as a cold wind.

Aldrich was still sliding and retreating, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of frost flowers floating on the wet corridor walls, and he was a little surprised in his heart, "The vampire born in the blood source is still involved in the realm of frost, is it some variant?, no, when he was still a mortal, he must have had a special bloodline." ’

Lockner's frost breath could not keep up with Aldrich's footsteps, and he turned his heart sideways, and the floor-length gray cloak turned into a bat's wings again, and the wing membrane shone with a metallic sheen, like a knife-wide door, and slashed at the head of his prey.

Aldrich, who could not avoid it, felt that he was so close to death for the first time in the face of the bat wing knife that was close at hand.