The hunter assessment is over, but the storm caused by this assessment has just begun.

A high magic scroll that sells for 1,000 gold coins, and costs no more than a blank memory scroll of 80 gold coins.

With such a lucrative business, there are naturally a lot of people who want to do it.

But soon, someone discovered that the magic scroll that had been purchased could not be torn.

Anyone, as long as they want to rip that scroll, the scroll will immediately spontaneously combust and be destroyed, it is certain that the person who made this combat magic light scroll had long expected that someone would rip it, and he drew an anti-copy fire magic array on the magic scroll.

In this way, the battle about the B-level assessment of Inabayama has become even more mysterious.

Anyone who buys the scroll sees it as a kind of capital to show off, and the most common question asked by the hunters of Inabayama is not a daily topic such as how the weather is today or what tasks you have received, but have you bought that battle magic light scroll?

At this time, no one cares about the whereabouts of the losers of the assessment competition and the Black Hunter Squad.

On a starless and moonless night, outside the Acropolis of the Inaba Mountain Hunters, on the reckless and boundless earth plain, there were only a few dwarf trees that grew crookedly.

Hei Er and Hei San knelt on the ground with their backs bent, and in front of them, stood a famous man.

The man turned his back to the two of them, and he couldn't see his specific appearance, but his majestic body and the death-like aura emanating from his body made the already gloomy and windy Mangyuan even more cold.

In the man's hand, he held an open battle magic scroll, and this was the B-level assessment match that took place in the Inabayama Arena two days ago.

When the summoner of Huang Teng approached Hei Si and cut off Hei Si's wrist, the man snorted, and the magic scroll in his hand snapped shut.

"That's not a great combat skill, it's just a medical skill, and the other party uses the doctor's technique," the man's tone was cold enough to drip water, and his voice fell on Hei Er and Hei San's ears, making the two of them shiver.

The doctor's technique, the martial artist in the Qin Secret Camp after their dignified position, actually lost in the hands of a doctor!

Hei 2 and Hei 3 were like being slapped twice on the head, the boss died, and the fourth child also died, they didn't even have time to take the corpse away, but they just bought this battle magic light shaft in a hurry, in order to find out the true origin of the summoner.

I thought that the other party would be some kind of amazing worldly master, or a spy sent by the Great Zhou Kingdom, but who knows, she is just a doctor.

"Your mission has failed, and the identity of the Hou Qin secret agent has been exposed, what to do, you don't need me to teach you again," the man still didn't turn back, but his words had already sentenced Hei Er and Hei San to death.

Originally, Hei Er and Hei San didn't have to die, but their identities have been recognized, plus this magic memory light axis, if the two of them return to Hou Qin, it will be equivalent to exposing the entire dark camp, and the brothers will not die.

"Dark Prince, please let us brothers go, we have killed nearly a hundred C-level chasers of the Great Zhou, and we can be regarded as having completed the task assigned to us by the organization, please!" Black Two and Black Three begged for their lives.

It turned out that the man in black turned out to be the crown prince of Later Qin.

The dark prince of Later Qin, who is famous among the five countries on the mainland, and his subordinates are the most outstanding spy and assassination agencies in Later Qin.

In the dark camp, there are fifty first-class martial artists, all of whom are masters above the martial sect level, three hundred second-rate martial artists, all of whom are masters above the martial arts level, and one thousand third-rate martial artists, all of whom are above the level of great martial artists.

The four brothers of Heihu, although their cultivation is just martial arts, but the four brothers are cunning and cruel, and in the past two years, there has been a faint trend of advancing from third-rate martial artists to second-rate martial artists.

Losing four quasi-second-rate martial artists at one time, the dark prince himself also has a headache.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance, I'll count to ten, after ten, I'll make another move, if you can escape, I'll let you live," the dark prince seemed to be unbearable, and as soon as he finished speaking, Hei San, who was kneeling on the ground, jumped up and ran to the southern wilderness desperately.

Hei Er was like a fool, kneeling on the ground, motionless.

The Dark Prince didn't raise his eyelids, but he could only hear him count in a low voice: "One, two......"

By the time he counted to ten, Hei San had already run thousands of meters away.

At such a distance, unless he is a magician, he can only succeed in one blow, but the dark prince himself is a martial artist.

A warrior whose cultivation is unpredictable and has never shown his skills in front of his subordinates.

The wind seems to be blowing harder.

Hei Er, who knelt on the ground, didn't even dare to lift his head.

He could only see the feet of the Dark Prince.

Suddenly, the feet in the dark boots disappeared, and the figure of the dark prince melted into the night.

In the distance, Hei San, who was struggling to escape, burst out of a cloud of blood mist from his body, and his body was torn in half.

The hand of the dark prince, a hand covered with fine scales, did not look like a human hand at all, and penetrated the body of Hei San with his bare hands, whether it was Hei San or Hei Er, they could see how he made his hand.

Dressed in battle armor, Hei San had no ability to resist at all and was torn in half alive.

In the dark night, the eyes of the Dark Prince emitted a scarlet blood light.

His face was also revealed.

It was a resolute, masculine face with wild black hair.

The Dark Prince was like a lone wolf in the desert, and he casually threw Hei San's corpse out like waste paper.

"Why don't you run?" The dark prince didn't kill Hei Er immediately, if he remembered correctly, Hei Er was the most thoughtful of the four brothers of the Hei family.

"The prince has successfully fused the blood of the beast king, and in the whole world, except for those top existences, no one can escape the palm of your hand, the prince," Hei Er's face turned pale, and within a few days, he was the only one left among the four brothers of the Hei family.

Life and death no longer seem to be so terrible for him.

"Count yourself smart, tell me a reason not to kill you," the Dark Prince's hands, the fine scales quickly faded, and his hands returned to their original state, a pair of elegant, aristocratic hands.

"The subordinates knew that they had lost Hou Qin's face, and they deserved to die. But when his subordinates went to Inabashan this time, they also met a person, and I believe that the dark prince will be interested in his whereabouts," Kuro Er licked his dry lips, wanting to make up for his mistakes.

"Who?" The Dark Prince seemed to be interested.

"Immortal Residence, Kamikaze King," Hei San said, tearing open a wound on his forehead, which was left by someone in the arena a few days ago after he was attacked with a stone, and there was still a part of the magic power of the elven magic on the wound.