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Pat lay quietly on it.

"Sir, bury him right here. "After walking such a long way, one of the prison guards was probably a little tired. I don't know why, the above didn't let them put Pat in a sack, but let a corpse enjoy such high treatment.

"You slacker, can you take a few more steps to kill you?" said the man who was called the chief impatiently.

"But sir, it's the same everywhere in the mountains. No one but us is going to hang out here. "He does have some truth in what he says. Anyway, the order above is just "bury nearby", and does not specify any location. On top of that, everyone was a little tired.

"Well, brothers unload. ”

The two prison guards were relieved and put down the long and simple shelf. The corpse lost its balance for a moment, flipped off the shelf, and fell to the ground.

One of the guards cursed and had to touch the body with his hand again, which was honestly disgusting. In fact, he had an inexplicable fear of this Mr. Pate.

His suicide suggests that Mr. Pat is a ruthless character, and that the shard of pottery runs almost all over his neck. When the guards pull it out, they can take a bath with the blood that spurts out. Pat's determination to die is evident, as if he is afraid that he will not be able to die.

The guards turned the body over and turned it face up. Suddenly, his eyes caught something.

Wounds on the neck of the corpse...... It was gone. The wound was so breathtaking before. But now, except for the residual traces of blood, which looked a little filthy, the neck was simply delicate and smooth. The prison guard's eyes widened, and he didn't even dare to come out, for fear that the corpse would suddenly move. He then poked his companion with his finger and pointed out to him what he had found, until he noticed the unusual.

"What's the matter, don't dig it up yet!" the chief became impatient, for his two fools were only staring at each other with wide eyes, neither of them motionless and not doing their business.

"Sir, look ......"

Boom.

The Commander "saw nothing fall from the sky, and it was falling on the heads of his subordinates." The unlucky man didn't even finish his sentence, and he fell to the ground and fainted on the spot.

It was a stone that hit him. The chief was very surprised, and subconsciously looked up. But there are only white clouds flying in the sky, not even a single branch, how can there be stones falling?

Boom.

Nearby, another of his men also fell to the ground. A commander who once had two subordinates instantly became a bare-bones commander.

Nothing is more frightening than the unknown.

There was a weirdness!" He panicked back, drifting away from his fallen companion, as it seemed. It's safer. But the next scene made his eyeballs almost fly out of his sockets. Mr. Pat - the corpse, moving! He twisted his neck, supported the ground on one side with his bound hands, and sat up slowly.

Boom.

It was over, as if something had hit him in the head, and the chief's eyes went dark. By the way, since the stone fell from the sky, it might be useful to cover your head with your hands. He stretched out his legs and fainted with the inspiration he had just had.

And then there was a wonderful scene - the people who had just been lying down were now sitting up, and the people who had just stood were now all lying on the ground.

"Young master, are you alright? A sweet voice sounded, and not far away, a familiar figure emerged from behind the tree.

Triss, the young master's faithful maid.

From the moment the first stone appeared out of thin air and hit the guard's head, Pat knew it was his maid who had arrived. This magical power similar to "teleportation" is unique to Triss. At least Pat hadn't heard of any of Odin's magicians doing this.

Triss is a magician with magic. She could turn items within a ten-mile radius to a point not far from her. I heard that she used to be a pillar of the circus, and made a lot of money with this skill.

"You know I'm going to be fine. Mr. Patter's tone was flat, and only his torn clothes showed that he had been imprisoned.

"The young master is really, he doesn't even say a word of thanks. You have no idea how hard it took me to find this place. After a few steps, Triss prepared to untie Pat's ropes from his hands and feet. But Pat, who was about to be saved, frowned. Because he sensed that there seemed to be an unusual smell in the air.

That's the hunter keeping an eye on his prey. Pat had tasted it countless times, even if this time it was so bland that it looked like a kid roasting a potato miles away.

Pat is a veteran prey. Just as Triss was about to walk up to Pat, a shadow swept out from behind a nearby tree and burst into his field of vision, flickering as it flickered. Be careful!" he yelled.

Triss didn't know what was going on, but she absolutely trusted her young master and jumped backwards in an instant. The wind blew, and the snow-white blade slashed against Triss's cheek, and a handful of hair was cut off and slowly drifted away in the wind.

The disease of speed is like a ghost.

It was a guy who was wrapped in a gray cloth all over his body. Seeing that the blow was not successful, he took a few steps back, leaned over, and held the dagger behind him with his right hand.

"Looks like you're waiting for me to show up. Triss said, licking her lips in anticipation.

But Pat knew that Triss was far from being as calm as she appeared. As a magician, although she is not slow on her feet, it is clear that she prefers to fight at a distance. The Assassin, who excels at melee attacks, is undoubtedly her nemesis.

Sure enough, after the man in gray failed to strike, the battle between the two evolved into a one-sided chase. After all, Triss's single attack has no effect on people who are moving at high speeds.

Seeing that the man in gray was about to catch up with Triss.

Triss's body suddenly stopped, and suddenly disappeared in place. The grayman's dagger slashed into the air, but instead of taking the time to frustrate, he quickly raised his head to observe the trees around him.

It dawned on Pat that the Man in Gray might know what Triss was going to do. Triss's magic doesn't just conjure things. If necessary, she can even teleport herself a certain distance - shapeshifting. Of course, this is quite exhausting.

The girl panted on the branch of a tree.

I saw that the man in gray ran towards the big tree where Triss was living without stopping, and three sharp flying knives instantly appeared in his left hand, and he went straight to the tree.

Triss didn't dodge, just stared at the knives with her eyes. After about half a breath, the knives disappeared into mid-air, appearing diagonally below the gray-clad man out of thin air.

And the knives still shoot upwards, which makes the man in gray dodge to the side. In the meantime, Pat, who has no one to talk to, has just broken free from the ropes of his hands. He sat but even if he was able to move freely, he couldn't help Triss without a pistol.

Unless......

Triss also seemed to recognize the situation, and she knew that there was no chance of winning if she went on like this. She glanced at Pat in the air, and noticed the affirmative expression on the other's face. So she didn't hesitate to change her position again.

The light flashed, and Triss appeared behind Pat.

The man in gray instantly turned around and attacked the two. The speed was much higher than just now, and it only took a few breaths to reach them.

"Quick!"

"Young Master, it's finally your turn to be anxious today. Urging Triss, the corners of her mouth turned up and she smiled lightly.

She put her head on Pat's neck, popped two long fangs out of her mouth, and bit down.