"What is Tony doing?"

It's been three days, and Tony hasn't come back from the trash fish, which makes Robinson, who had just been frustrated on the seventh floor and driven down by the puppet, furious.

"Calm down, it's not that you don't know his character, you must be hiding somewhere and being lazy. Piret bandaged Robinson's wounds, "Or I'm going to find him?"

"Forget it, I've already tested the weakness of that puppet, take a break, prepare for battle, and I will definitely be able to kill him this time. "Robinson is in a hurry to take the Mage Tower, it is absolutely impossible to let Piret leave, what if he also takes the opportunity to be lazy?

"You're too anxious, when Tony comes back, let's leave the dungeon first and go back to Morning Mist to relax!" Pire complained, "What's the difference between finding so many gold coins and not spending them and scrap metal?"

"Okay!" Robinson was so eager to become a man of man, he knew that if he wanted to be a great nobleman, he needed not only a lot of money, but also the most powerful strength, otherwise he would not be able to keep these riches.

A-a-a, Tony crouched on the roof, sneezed, cursed a few words, and continued his search.

Except for the first day of a full night's sleep, Tony has not been lazy at all in the past two days, after all, in addition to the ugly ghouls in the dungeon, there are no dancers for him to admire, so he can only work.

"Where the hell are you hiding?" Tony looked around, gloomy as the corpses of the ghouls stabbed him badly in the eyeballs, except that he had found nothing.

When did a Durren of the first order of the soul become so powerful? Besides, why didn't he quickly find a way out and kill those ghouls? Collect soul remains as sacrifices?

There should be an altar in the cathedral of the dungeon, but Robinson had scouted it with a ghostly eye, and there were a few abominations guarding it, and a skeletal dragon perched there, which was impossible to get close to at Durren's level.

The confusion in his head made Tony's head explode, but the next moment, he was refreshed because he heard a faint wail.

Tony raised his hand to his ear and activated the Assassin's hearing amplification, and the wail immediately became louder.

"Found you!" Tony smirked, and with a nimble movement ran up the rooftop, quickly approaching Center Street.

When he saw the long street in front of the Hohenzollern Bank, Tony was stunned, and then his face was full of disbelief.

A guy wrapped in heavy armor was leading eight black-blooded spiders back to a courtyard, and there were four 'iron cans' next to him as meat shields, lined up in a V-shaped formation, compressing the spiders' attack space as much as possible.

Tony opened his mouth like a suffocating hippopotamus when he saw the guy with a man-like saber smash the ground and the four tin cans dodge out in unison, allowing the eight black-blooded spiders to fall into the pit below.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" muttered Tony, the combination so skillful, like it had been rehearsed a thousand times.

But there's more to come, when a long-dressed, Death Banshee floats in mid-air, chanting incantations and blasting the spiders in the pit with arcane bombs, Tony feels as if he's used up all the surprises of his life today.

"My Deboro, what the hell is going on?" Tony burst into foul language and quickly hid, he was a melee assassin who didn't have an advantage over the French profession, not to mention that people would float, and there were seven tin can minions armed to the teeth.

Arcane missiles are white translucent balls the size of watermelons, surrounded by a circle of purple, that explode when they are fired into a large pit.

Boom! Boom!

The shockwave mixed with magic energy and qi directly blurred the flesh and blood of the spiders, tearing their bodies apart, and in less than a minute, the bottom of the pit was filled with meat sauce, and some stumps and severed arms, and the strong smell of blood wafted away.

Tony stared at the pretty cheeks of the Banshee, admired it a few times, and prepared to go to Robinson, who was sure to be able to deal with the Banshee.

In the human realm, this is more expensive than the fox girl, wolf girl, and even the elf girl of the beast race, after all, there are generally no adventurers who can enter the dead language plane to catch the death banshee, you must know that as long as this race is born, it is the nobles of the undead race, and they are still soul physiques, and when they reach a high level, they can be completely exempt from any physical attacks, and the excellent affinity for magic energy also allows them to become magicians even if they neglect to learn.

"A soul-level death banshee who hasn't grown up yet, it's really earned. Tony wasn't short of money, so he decided to enjoy the death banshee himself, and he felt like he was pulling when he went out with a banshee maid, "No, you can't tell Robinson, he's a mage, and when he sees the death banshee, he will definitely have it to himself." ”

Tony, who was pondering how to capture Celest, saw Downton take off his helmet and was completely stupid, like a toad pinched by the neck, almost staring out of his eyes.

"How is it possible? how could he survive as a civilian? and be mixed with the death banshee? yes, he must be the banshee's slave!" Tony muttered nervously, tugging at his hair hard, and the next moment, he almost blew his lungs.

Celes took a handkerchief, carefully wiped the sweat from Downton's forehead, and handed him the jug at her waist, like a maid.

"When will humans let the proud Banshee of Death be a maid?" Tony slapped himself hard, he felt that he must be too tired and hallucinating, but after rubbing his eyes three times, the scene he saw still did not change.

When Downton touched Celes's hair like a pet dog in the family, Tony's chest was already filled with envy and jealousy, especially when he saw the death banshee's smile on her face, and there was no impatience at all, he pulled out the dagger, and there was only one thought left in his head, which was to kill Downton, snatch the banshee, and then ravage her the bed.

"That banshee is mine!" Tony roared inwardly, gasping for air, extremely unbalanced.

Downton is just a civilian, well, even if he becomes a magician, he is just a first-order miscellaneous fish, why should a death banshee be so obedient?

As for the tin cans, Tony took it for granted that they were Celest's demon servants, Downton, and he wasn't a judge, let alone a demon servant, and even a goblin slave didn't look at him squarely.

"No magic stones, I have them, you wait!" Celes floated away, her nest was in the northern city, which was full of undead creatures, and with Downton's strength, she couldn't go.

"Grimomy, follow her, don't get an accident. "Downton sat on the ground resting, controlling the six demon servants, it was really tiring, but for the soul seed, it was also a kind of exercise.

"She's an undead, what can happen?" The Grimome extracted the soul remains from the spider's mutilated corpse, and didn't chase Celesh, it hated to do worthless things.

"Good chance!" Tony, who didn't know how to separate Downton and Celes, was overjoyed when he saw this scene.

Taking out the crossbow from his backpack and winding it, Tony bent on his waist and moved forward quickly, and when he entered the range, he fired directly at Downton's head.

Boom, the crossbow bolt hits.

Hearing the sound of breaking wind, Downton subconsciously tilted his head and raised his right arm.

Ding, the crossbow bolt hit the gauntlet, burst out a few sparks, and then bounced off.

Downton quickly got to his feet and assumed a fighting stance, carefully guarding his surroundings, and the ghouls were scattered around him, acting as meat shields.

"The reaction is quite fast!" Tony frowned, he didn't know that when Downton was first promoted, because of the long time it took for his soul to be shaped, his physical fitness was twice as strong as that of ordinary magicians, and he was even stronger than him.

"Tony?" Downton saw Tony jumping off the roof, dressed in leather suits, obviously of a good level, and they hadn't gotten a lot of good equipment these days.

"Aren't you running?" Tony was surprised, where did this kid get the confidence to dare to face himself?

"I'm going to run?" Downton asked rhetorically, his left palm brushing the blade of the knife, and he couldn't help but calm it.

"Because you're a miscellaneous fish!" Tony's face was hideous, and he was about to be.

In his opinion, Downton is a miscellaneous fish, he didn't even bother to use the assassination methods he was good at, and killed him directly, he thought that there would be a scene of cat and mouse abuse and killing game next, but Downton not only did not escape, but also questioned himself as a matter of course.

"Well, you are indeed a miscellaneous fish!" Downton scoffed, as he had already begun to use tactics to make Tony lose his composure.

If it weren't for Downton's eagerness at the hotel, he would have been killed by him, so there was no possibility of peace talks between the two of them.

"Very well, you are dead, I promise, even if the goddess of fate comes in person, you will be the ration of the ghoul. Tony was also cunning, and before he could finish speaking, he threw out a throwing knife and pounced on Downton at the same time.

"Up!" Downton knew that the flying knife couldn't break through the defense, so he didn't even make a defensive move, and greeted it with a rainbow of momentum.

Ding, Tony is worthy of agility melee combat, the speed is very fast, between two breaths, he has already crossed a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of Downton, and the dagger he swung out made three marks on his armor, but Tony was not happy, the ogre saber was very long, and it grazed his waist.

Tony dodged and retreated, looking at the slash marks left by the saber on the leather armor, he let out a cold sweat, he realized that Downton's actual combat experience may not be a lot, and when an ordinary newcomer saw the flying knife, he either dodged or blocked, but he pounced decisively, this judgment and courage are simply terrifying.

The servants approached, but unfortunately they were heavily dressed and lost to Tony in speed.

"Ghouls, will they listen to you?" Tony saw the ugly ghoul through the gap in his visor, and his whole head was filled with questions.

"Dead people don't need explanation!" Downton raised his left hand, and the glow of Hercules liliang spread like golden sand overhead.