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However, with a slight movement of his hands and feet, a soft feeling that penetrated deep into the bone marrow immediately came from his arms, thighs, and lumbar vertebrae, except for his fingers and neck, the rest of his body parts were difficult to move, reminding him of his current state - almost paralyzed.

As soon as his mind moved, the blood in his right eye socket instantly separated into a black vein force, this black stream was like an arm finger wandering back and forth between the muscles and bones of the whole body, looking carefully, he clearly saw the situation in his body, pieces of bone fragments broken into the size of glass slag swimming in the flesh and blood, torn apart, like pebbles on the beach, disordered, different sizes.

The situation is very bad, he is probably the first person to awaken in paralysis.

However, the power of the bloodline is mysterious, and it is not only the power of internal vision.

The Black Stream could travel back and forth between flesh and bones, and could also easily move the pieces of broken bones that were scattered and crooked.

It also means that he can restore the misaligned bones to their correct positions, piece by piece, as if they were piecing together a giant puzzle.

In fact, most of the broken bones are still on the original main road, and the amount of work is not too great to complete.

But now is not the time to repair your body.

Towards the end of the battle, more than 50 soldiers were slaughtered by Fletcher, Claire and other five, of which less than two were powerful, and ordinary soldiers could not hold out for a few rounds under their hands before confessing.

The short distance between the open black lacquered wooden door of Claire's house and the street was completely transformed into a sea of flesh and blood. The original clean and tidy marble pavement is stained with a layer of bewitching rouge, and the severed arms and stumps can be seen everywhere, almost comparable to the scene when the town of Escape was attacked by ghouls.

Their armor, robes, weapons, and exposed skin were all dripping with blood, and their expressions were indifferent and frenzied, and Fletcher, who had always been grinning, was stained with a hint of slaughter, and still looked back at Rodin from time to time. It seems that the recent escape from death had a big impact on him.

On the other hand, the remaining soldiers also went forward and fought bloodily, which was completely different from the attitude towards the demons in the previous arena.

However, after all, the difference in strength was too large, and the cooperation of several people of the Wind Brigade was seamless, killing people like mowing grass, and after a quarter of an hour, there was no longer a single soldier alive in sight, and Linuo personally finished up all the seriously injured soldiers.

Everyone couldn't help but put down their hanging hearts for a while, and the whole scene only heard the cry of the girl Cynthia.

At this moment, Uma, Lino, and Casillas had time to inquire about the cause and effect of Claire's besiegement.

I have to sigh at the deep affection between them, and they can slaughter the subordinates of those in power unscrupulously for their companions, and they don't want to mix up in Eldon.

No wonder when they first entered the city gates, the guards were respectful to the hunters, and this group of people was really hard to provoke.

Rodin was overwhelmed with emotion, and Fletcher immediately helped him up and walked to Cynthia's side.

"Cynthia, blame me for not being good, and it bothered your mother. ”

"Woo, Rodin, now I only have you and Ryan!"

Hearing this, the girl suddenly turned around and threw herself into his arms, holding his soft and boneless body.

He looked at her messy hair, her swollen eyes, and her bleeding wounds with pity.

Once upon a time, Cynthia was just a simple helpless girl, but because of herself, she had to face this bloody and cruel scene, and even lost her beloved ones.

With guilt and pity, he said firmly, "Well, you still have me! From now on, I will always be by your side to protect you!"

There was no time to catch up, and everyone quickly threw away their bloody coats, cleaned up the blood stains on their bodies a little, and after a while, followed Umma's guidance and hurried in the direction of the city gate.

The girl hugged little Ryan, who was temporarily quiet in pink swaddling clothes, and couldn't help but look back with tears many times.

Fletcher turned to Uma leading the way and asked, "Can that flintstone guild really take us out?"

"Don't worry, our Wind Brigade happened to do the Flint Chamber of Commerce a great favor at the beginning. Their leader is a man of great affection and righteousness, and he will definitely help us this time!"

"It just so happens that they are leaving Elden today and returning home"

What Uma said was categorical, and her charming face was extremely firm, and Claire and the others also looked determined, so Fletcher and their hearts were a little at ease.

"Won't the soldiers search for the flint chamber's goods?"

"After all, the two of us are really heinous in the eyes of the aristocracy. ”

"Haha!" Rodin on the side couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry, Isabella's identity is not something that a mere Elden nobleman can afford to provoke. ”

"What kind of identity can make the entire Elden nobles jealous?"

Fletcher's eyes rolled and he suddenly asked, 'By the way, what is the black glow of that sword that you struck away?' It looked like a snake, and it looked like some kind of reptile. Could it be that he has become a powerhouse?"

With that, the people in front of him slowed down at the same time, and their attention was obviously shifted.

He didn't speak, and a round black flame suddenly appeared out of thin air in his smooth and void palm.

Under the blue sky and white sun, the edge of the black flame floats steadily, like a black rose swaying in the wind, without feeling the slightest heat.

"Flame of the Blood!?"

"You kid, still break through quietly. Don't wait for me?"

A wry smile appeared on Fletcher's white fat face: "I thought that I would be closer to you after recovering from this injury, but I didn't expect to be left far behind by you again!"

"Congratulations, Rodin, you can now truly be considered a hunter. When you leave Eldon, there will be a wider world waiting for you. “

After Claire congratulated, there was no joy on the baby's fat face, perhaps thinking of her dead brother, but she lowered her head with a melancholy and lonely face.

Rodin considered whether to tell Claire about his speculation, and he couldn't say how much hatred he had for McCarvey as the culprit, because McCarvey was infringing on the interests of the nobility, and although the commoners also died and he was almost wiped out, he just couldn't hate it.

In addition, he didn't think Claire was capable of dealing with a wizard who could break the seal of a powerful demon and set up a giant barrier.

But if you don't hide it, you will feel a little reluctant to go.

"Well, what's there to worry about. “

"Claire, in fact, I have some speculation about the cause of your brother's death. “

Rodin, with Fletcher's support, narrated all kinds of inferences, causes and consequences from the Daredevil incident.

The leader Uma muttered to herself, "The power of the black bloodline, why have I never seen it?"

"Could it be?" the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his charming face showed a hint of understanding.