Cole made his way through the secret passages, following the vague figure in front of him. He is like a leopard, stalking his prey in the woods, cautious, graceful, and ready to attack. He whispered a few incantations and added a swift movement to his body, which made his legs stronger, his lungs breathed smoothly, and he didn't feel tired at all when he ran.

He did not run with all his might, for his prey, Orville, had been mortally wounded by the swordsman and had been hit by one of his poisoned arrows in a duel between the archers and the archers. The dragon's eye frog's toxin is powerful but not lethal, and it can completely inactivate that guy. If it weren't for Orville's vindictive support, I'm afraid he would have collapsed to the ground.

However, Cole still didn't dare to be careless in his heart, the man in front of him, who was struggling to dodge, with a sneak attack, actually killed the skilled swordsman with Awan, such a person was enough to make him vigilant.

"You can't run away. Why don't you stop, I'll give you a happy end. Cole shouted ahead.

The man's breathing in front of him seemed to be heavier, and Cole continued to say, "Don't you feel like your steps are getting heavier? Shouldn't you be calmer when you return to the bosom of the god of nature?"

He was answered by an arrow that Orville shot reflexively, but the arrow stabbed crookedly in Cole's eyes.

However, Cole was unmoved, he continued to follow unhurriedly, who knows if this arrow is a trap to lure the enemy, patience is the most important quality of a hunter.

In the ensuing pursuit, Orville shot two more arrows and stumbled, and the distance between the two narrowed a lot. Cole's doubts faded, and he knew that the horse thief was finished.

The prey was already extremely weak, Cole felt that the time had come, he was worried that if it dragged on, some master or monster would suddenly emerge from this complex dungeon, so he drew a short sword, accelerated, and pounced.

Cole always enjoys the final blow, when the filthy flesh turns into a moving gold coin.

But just as he was halfway there, Orville jerked to his feet, turned back and drew his bow, his eyes glaring at Cole, showing no weakness.

Damn! Cole's hairs exploded at this moment.

In an instant, a sharp arrow shot out of Orville's bow and slammed into his face!

Before the arrow arrived, the sound of tearing the air had already been heard, and Cole was familiar with this sound, which was a phenomenon caused by a strong fighting spirit enveloping an arrow. Being shot by such an arrow makes a big hole in the body light.

The arrow came too fast, too suddenly, and there was no way to avoid it.

At the last moment, Cole slapped a ring on his hand, and a cloud of light flowed out of the ring, instantly enveloping his upper body. The fatal arrow touched the light as if it had pierced into a ball of jelly, slowing down not only its speed, but also deflecting its direction.

The arrow flew towards Cole's long ear, taking a piece of flesh from his ear with a whistling sound.

Orville, who shot the arrow, had a dim eye, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Then the longbow in his hand fell to the ground, and the man fell straight to the ground.

Cole didn't dare to hold it up this time, he stared at the other man's hands, walked over slowly, first kicked the longbow away, and then pressed his short sword against his neck, slowly turning his body over.

Orville looked miserable, with blood in his mouth and nose, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and when he breathed, the sound in his lungs was like a tattered bellows.

He lifted his eyelids slightly, glanced at Cole, and actually laughed. However, the act of laughing was also a bit of a luxury for him, perhaps choking on blood, and after a few laughs, he began to cough violently.

The laughter made Cole feel uncomfortable, and he thought it was a mockery of his mistake. He flipped his hand and stabbed the dagger into Orville's thigh.

"I'm a fair man, you wasted one of my talisman rings, and I naturally have to charge some interest. He said with a grimace.

Orville's face was pained, like a wounded beast, and he grinned, revealing his teeth clenched together. But he didn't make a sound.

"At this time, you still pretend to be a tough guy for me? Don't you want to go with me? Hmph, the guy who can break through the power of medicine is really not an ordinary person. I see your veins are about to explode, right?"

"Ahem, people are going to die, what kind of body do you care about, ahem, it's a pity that there is no magic arrow, otherwise you will die." Orville said in a low voice, he knew that many parts of his body had been shattered by the fighting spirit, and even if he picked up a life, he would retreat greatly.

"You know how precious this thing is! I'm going to stab you dozens of times right now!" Cole pressed the dagger deeper, and Orville leaned his neck, the veins on it trembling violently. But the next second, Cole's hand loosened a little, and he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, continuing to laugh in a staccato voice.

Cole stood up and kicked him hard, kicking Orville to the ground. He then walked back and forth a few steps back and forth: "I can't just cheapen you like this, otherwise I will lose a lot this time!"

Orville didn't bother him at all, just gasping for air on the ground.

Cole snorted coldly, "No matter how good you are, aren't you going to die? first with the wrong person, and then in the wrong place." The magicians paid for your head, so you're going to have to die today.

He danced the short sword in his hand, and then continued: "However, there are various ways to die, and although you are living more uncomfortably than you are now, I think you always wish you to die a happy death. If you're willing to share some secrets with me, I promise you'll die crisply. ”

Orville turned his head sideways with difficulty and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Heh, secret...... Whatever the secret is, why should I tell you? a man who wants to kill me, a shameless mercenary. ”

"Maybe because I can make you die a miserable death. Maybe it's because I can make your enemies feel bad. Fiddling with the dagger, he pointed at Orville's thigh.

"My enemy?"

"Those magicians, and those who are behind your efforts to attack the Magician's Castle. ”

"You're hitting your employer's attention, damn it. Ahem. Orville coughed again, blood soaking half of his clothes, and he struggled to prop himself up, staring at Cole and asking, "Looks like I'm lucky that they hired you as a bastard with no conscience." ”

"Conscience? Come out as a mercenary, and there won't be much conscience left. Doing all kinds of dirty work, and still holding on to his conscience, it is estimated that he will not live for more than a month. Then he probably remembered Kalanda, and added, "At least ninety-nine out of a hundred are like this, and there is one more, you can't meet them." ”

"Ahem, let me hear it, what secret do you want to know?"

"Quite simply, two questions. First, who ordered you to attack the castle? I know that Cadiz is a very cautious man, and his team has always been a loner, and it is not his style to blindly gather horse thieves to do a big job. ”

Orville stared at him, as if to read his thoughts.

"You tell me who is behind the scenes, I can sell a good to the magicians, let him bear the revenge of the magicians, and then you will also take revenge, right?"

"I don't know, it's Cadiz's decision. Orville was silent for a moment, "However, he wasn't interested in the magician's castle at first, but after he visited Suero once, the story changed. There was a merchant in Suero named Rajer who had been selling us stolen goods, ahem, I think he should know something. ”

"Very well, it seems that we have some agreement. Cole nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Then, the second question, Zhang Hong, is the magic apprentice you caught." Why do I have to kill you?"

"Zhang Hong?" Orville was stunned for a moment before remembering such a person, "That's a waste, coward." Ahem. ”

"But this coward, trying his best to kill you, even chased himself into the forest and into the ruins. Don't you think it's weird?"

Orville was stunned, "Didn't I kill their people?"

"It can't be the reason. Cole shook his head and said, "I've been following Zhang Hong for a few days, and he doesn't look like a person who will go deep into danger to avenge his companions." This is a selfish guy who only pretends to be himself. ”

"Selfish? I see. Ahem. He has a companion's life in his hands!"

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Zhang Hong's face was hideous at this time, but his eyes were not focused, as if he was thinking about something that made him hate and suffer unbearable memories. After a while, he came back to his senses, and a pair of angry eyes fell on Awan, who was leaning against the wall.

Awan hugged a tall man, and their blood was spilling all over the ground, turning into a fishy red puddle. The man's sword pierced Awan's chest, pinning him to the ground, and Awan's arm was firmly around the swordsman, immobilizing him, but the swordsman's fatal wound was an arrow in the back of his head that kept coming out of his mouth. The bodies of the two men are like exaggerated ancient Greek sculptures, still at the moment when they fought for their lives.

Zhang Hong hated the smell of the place, but now he was willing to put up with it, and then slowly admired the appearance of Awan dead. Although he didn't die at his hands, the thrill of revenge was still a lot.

Especially this - he pulled out a dagger, stabbed Awan in the thigh, and pulled it out. There was very little blood shed, and it seemed that the previous battle had exhausted this big man's oil.

"You have today, too!Son of a bitch!Bastardo!Arschloch......" Zhang Hong stabbed Awan with a dagger, and scolded him in a different way, and in a moment he used three or four languages.

After stabbing for a while, he felt his arm sore, threw the dagger on Awan's head, and slapped him in the face.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or something else, this slap went down, Awan's head tilted, and it bounced back, but his eyes suddenly opened. Most of the eyes were opened, facing Zhang Hong. The turquoise eyes stared at him as if he had woken up.

"Ah~~" Zhang Hong let out a sharp cry, retreated in horror, and in a hurry, he slipped and fell to the ground with blood and water. But even if he fell to the ground, he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and even crawled to the corner of the wall. His face was facing the wall, trembling all over, and he didn't even have the courage to look back behind him, but just shouted vigorously: "I didn't kill you, I didn't kill you." This has nothing to do with me! spare me, spare me!"

He repeated it many times in one breath before he realized that there was no movement behind him. He cautiously turned his head and caught a glimpse of Awan's posture still the same as just now, without any change, before slowly calming down.

Rao was like this, he didn't dare to go up and humiliate Awan's corpse anymore, he slowly retreated behind a pillar, and used the pillar to block the face with open eyes. Curled up on the ground, gasping for air.

"What's going on?" Cole's voice came from a short distance after. He quickly found Zhang Hong, who was huddled in a ball, and was puzzled: "Has the enemy come?"

"No!" Zhang Hong said angrily.

Cole rolled his eyes and asked, "That big man has a lot of wounds, did you do it?"

"Be nosy!"

"Hehe, it seems that he has done something to you that people and gods are angry about? But, you are free, the dead are just a puddle of rotten meat. Cole spread his hands and said, "Good news for you, Orville was killed by me, and this is his ear." ”

Cole took out a leather bag from his waist, and as soon as he untied the drawstring, it was stinky, and as soon as the leather bag reached Zhang Hong, he wanted to vomit, and he hurriedly glanced at it, and sure enough, there was a human ear mixed among the ears of many goblins.

"Is it really solved?" Li Jia couldn't help but confirm.

"Yes, but it also cost a lot, and in order to kill him, I spent a talisman ring, which I had saved up for five years. ”

"It's good to be dead, it's good to be dead. Well, we can also avenge Ji Yijun. When the time comes, you can ask him again for a favor. ”

Cole smiled and said, "No, this trip is really not in vain." ”

While they were talking, the underground palace suddenly trembled, and Zhang Hong exclaimed: "What's the matter? Could it be an earthquake? Let's go!"

"What about Ji Yijun and them?" Cole asked.

"Swift Movement, bless me with Swift Technique. Others are left to their fate. At this time, Zhang Hong completely lost his previous decadence, and ran wildly.