Frey looked curiously at the strange thing in his hand, there was no magic reaction on it, that is, this ranged weapon operated completely on its own, and did not need any other magic bonuses.

"What a good baby, though you don't want to tell me how this thing was made, but I'm going back with a sample, and I don't believe that other blacksmiths can't copy it. Frey looked at the musket in his hand as if he were looking at a treasure.

"Hahaha, it's really the right time to come to Flying City this time, that Sarah's boy, thank you for the gift. Frey looked at the place where Aslan had fallen before.

"Yes!"

Frey didn't see the boy, leaving no trace of it except for the blood on the ground.

"With such a serious injury, could it be that someone rescued you?" Frey guessed suspiciously, but he was in a good mood now, and he didn't care about these small details.

"Poof. ”

Suddenly, Frey looked at his chest in horror, and an arrow with a thorn pierced his heart.

He didn't notice this arrow at all, not even the slightest bit.

"You shouldn't take your eyes off me. A voice came out of Frey's ear.

Frey glanced back in horror, it turned out to be the kid he thought had escaped, but how could he suddenly appear beside him, he couldn't be invisible.

The Ice Aria slashed through a beautiful light and slashed Frey's waist directly, and Frey's upper body fell directly to the ground.

"You...... You are...... How...... And ...... That ...... Arrow ......"

Aslan stomped his foot on Frey's body, his eyes still in disbelief.

"So I said, you shouldn't take your eyes off me, and as for that arrow, I'll tell you I have a divisional marksman?" Aslan crouched down and pressed into Frey's ear again.

Frey's eyes widened suddenly, because the strength of the archer profession was too weak before the awakening of the fighting spirit, and the archers were always fighting in the rear, the chance of awakening the fighting spirit was much less than that of the swordsman who rushed forward.

There are very few marksmen in the entire continent of Zaft.

Aslan spoke, standing up and pointing his palm at Frey, a flame condensing in his palm.

"As for how I got here, when you go to hell, go and ask the Grim Reaper!"

The flames in the palm of his hand shot into Frey's body, instantly igniting a raging fire, but the flames consciously avoided the position of Frey's head.

Aslan looked coldly at this hero, who was slowly leaving only one head.

He was knocked out and fell to the ground before, but he didn't faint, he was just pretending, he was waiting for an opportunity.

At this time, Jessica actually came, and Frey's attention was attracted by Jessica, and he didn't care about Aslan, who fell to the ground in a "coma".

When Frey got the flintlock musket, his strongest opponent Aslan fainted, and most of his sense of crisis flashed in an instant, leaving Bill with a chance to strike a fatal blow.

In the end, he made up the knife, because he was afraid that the arrow would not kill Frey.

To put it simply, even if he was afraid, Aslan didn't want to go through such a battle again.

Aslan looked at the head on the ground, and he impaled Frey's head with an ice aria.

"Stop it!" Aslan yelled, but no one seemed to pay attention to him!

Aslan was embarrassed for a moment, he raised the head of the Ice Aria on Frey, and yelled again: "Stop, your leader Frey has been killed by me, and his head is here." If you still want to live, stop me!"

This time, the people around reacted, and many people stopped their movements and looked at the human head in Aslan's hand.

"It's really the boss. ”

"The boss is dead, what are we going to do? ”

............

For a while, the bandits were a little overwhelmed, and the soldiers of Flying Sky City withdrew to Aslan's side one after another.

Simalan also came over, his beard already dyed blood-red. He looked at the human head in Aslan's hand: "City Lord, you really captured their bandit leader!"

Aslan looked at Sima Lan and whispered, "You go and take care of Grandpa Michelo first." ”

"Butler Michelo, what's wrong with him?" said Simalan worriedly.

"Go and see, I'll come right over, over there!" Aslan commanded.

"Okay. ”

Aslan looked at the remaining bandits in front of him, although now it seemed that he had killed Frey and stabilized the situation. However, there were still four or five hundred robbers, and the soldiers of their flying army were already wounded and crippled, and the muskets of the musket team were almost impossible to shoot a few shots and bullets, and they should be running out.

If they continue to fight, even if they win, it will be a miserable victory, and that is not the result Aslan wants.

Aslan carried Frey's head, walked in front of the Flying Army's soldiers, and shouted to the bandits, "I think you are no stranger to your boss's head." ”

"Damn, avenge the boss. ”

"Avenge the Boss!"

At this time, some of the small leaders among the robbers began to call.

Woohoo!

A few gunshots rang out, and the robbers who were screaming fell to the ground.

The sound of changing bullets could be heard from above the city walls.

Aslan sneered and said: "I think you come out to mix, it's also reasonable, if you get out of here now, I will let you live, if you have to fight with us to the death, then we are not afraid of you in Flying City." If you want to enter our Flying City, you have to ask us if the swords in the hands of the Flying Army disagree, as well as the brothers of the musket team on the city wall!"

The robbers were in a cold sweat and looked at the strange weapons on the city wall, that is, they kept firing strange things, and the sound of that "bang" sounded, like a wizard's spell, and one person would fall.

"Alright, it's a lot quieter now, I'll give you five seconds to think about it, if you're still standing here, then don't blame us for being blind!" Aslan stared at the group of robbers.

This is, Aslan threw Frey's head in his hand over and said, "By the way, don't forget, bring back your boss's head." ”

The robbers looked at Frey's head on the ground, and no one had the intention of going over to take it.

Suddenly, a strong man with scars all over his body squeezed out of the bandits, and took Frey's head on the ground in his arms, and he glanced at Aslan fiercely, as if he wanted to remember his appearance, and then he silently took Frey's head away.

It's just that he didn't walk a few steps before an arrow pierced his body, and the whole person fell to the ground weakly.

"I'm sorry, I hate it when someone looks at me with resentment, if you don't believe me, you can try. Aslan said as he wiped the blood from his face.

Bill's sudden arrow really taught the robbers a vivid lesson, and some of the more shrewd little bosses suddenly noticed that most of the mid-level professionals in the team had been killed by an arrow.

"Let's go!"

"Yes, let's go!"

By this time the robbers had dispersed and disappeared into the forest in the distance.

Left behind the city wall of Feitian City, like a sea of blood.

Aslan breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally over, and he looked around at the warriors who had fallen to the ground from exhaustion.

"Lord of the City, the injury of the Butler of Michelo is almost unbearable!"