"Close the door and don't let anyone alive go. ”

Push open the door and step inside, greeted by hundreds of eyes.

Although the infield is closed to the public during the day, there are still many regular customers who come to play.

They don't care who is in charge, they just care if they have fun.

But Alexey would make them regret why they had set foot here today.

He has no scruples, and he will not hide it. His words were loud, as if he was deliberately speaking to everyone.

Yes.

In his opinion, this is a feast, and everyone present is one of the delicacies.

"Someone looking for trouble is here!"

A strong man in a short shirt grabbed the stick he was close to, spit out the chewed blades of grass in his mouth, and muttered with a mouth full of green juice: "Brotherhood." ”

He clenched his short stick tightly, and as he walked quickly, he turned his head and shouted deeper into the field, "Who let him in, and what about the people above?

A few members of the Black Stork, who were lazily looking up, glanced at each other, turned their heads again, and laughed and played with each other: "What, do we 'Kherson Tiger' still have to help deal with two little thieves?"

"Hit it lightly, we'll come over after this game. ”

The distant laughter was mixed with the hustle and bustle of the entire infield, like a pool of sand falling into the water, without a little wave.

Lift your eyes.

Alexei looked up the hall from afar, the hanging clock minutes, minutes and seconds hands in a line, and muttered, "It's afternoon tea." ”

A quarter past one o'clock in the afternoon.

Behind him, hearing the roar, Gao Ge, who suddenly felt that his tentacles were hot, hurriedly released the doorknob, his face was full of panic, and his hands clenched into fists did not know where to place.

Step by step, the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down, Gao Ge stared at the mage's back, and swallowed a cool breath with a grunt. The reason in his heart urged him to run away, but reason reminded him of the fierceness in front of him, even if the mage couldn't kill everyone, killing him should be a good hand.

Big trouble! I can't advance or retreat, and I can't get back or bit.

Aware of Gog's mood change after his entry announcement.

The corners of Alexey's mouth twitched slightly.

Probably too high-profile.

But why bother dealing with ants.

The mage raised his arm, stretched out his five fingers, and in the middle of his outstretched palm was the Black Stork Fist who was coming straight forward, the so-called 'Tiger of Kherson'.

"The first. ”

Magic Focus.

Between the lips and teeth, an obscure incantation murmured.

Flame.

Fire tongue.

The elements converged from the center of the flesh palm, turning into a surging flame that erupted.

In the face of this sudden spell, the fighter only had time to raise his hand to resist, and the flames passed by as soon as he touched it, and after a burst of electrocution-like numbness, it was a sharp pain that occupied the entire upper body.

This sharp pain is like the magic fire that ignites when you see things.

Like a poisonous snake that gnaws at flesh and blood, it breaks through the skin, burrows into the body, and attaches to the bones.

The snake's body was wrapped tightly around its arms, its tail swept across its waist, and its fangs pierced deep into the flesh of its face.

At first, he could still swing his short stick a few times, but after only a few seconds, the first line of defense against Shekou was lost in the heat. The cracked flesh was covered with carbon residue from the burn-out skin.

His forefoot tripped on his hindfoot, snapped to the ground, and rolled twice without extinguishing. The bright yellow flames showed no mercy to spare him, and they burned to devour the whole body of the strong man.

Defeat the enemy in one hit.

"Ahh

The strong man tried his best to stand up, but the direction he was traveling was already crooked, the darkness of his sudden blindness enveloped his fragile mind, the dry nerves made him cry, and the sharp pain tormented his crumbling life. He was like a dying humanoid torch, burned dry, burned out, and with the last bit of spark, slammed into a table like a headless fly, struggled twice, and surged with even more fierce flames.

"!"

The other members of the audience glanced at each other, hesitated not to step forward, they silently blended into the crowd, and disappeared after a while.

Burn it.

The fiery serpent that had broken through the flesh hissed, licking everything it could to grow. No longer just the grease under the flesh, but also the cloth, and the tables and chairs, and more, soulless and soulless, burn!

Chaos swept away in an instant.

The guests who witnessed the sudden change screamed and shouted in panic.

They spread the panic farther, and even more visitors who did not notice the change at first issued a cry for help, they came and went, only to run in disorder, Alexei was in front of the door, and the flames were pressing, they did not know where to flee, but had to huddle each other together, only a few people were quick and calm, and slipped quietly through the back door.

"Did you set the fire?

"Eat me with a sword!"

Three foreign mercenaries with long swords in their hands rushed out of the crowd, and the first thing they saw was the well-equipped Alexei.

"The second. ”

The three of them scattered in a scattered formation, the first of which was a middle-aged man with obvious southern characteristics, with a rough face and deep-set eyes, wearing a white scarf with national characteristics, a pagan god of the southern tribe hanging around his neck, an iron studed leather armor on his upper body, and a knee-length armor skirt on his lower body.

Only foreign mercenaries don't forget to bring their guys with them when they are entertaining.

They served the war effort, occasionally doing some bodyguard work.

Is the kingdom going to war?

Thinking about it, the three mercenaries had already rushed to the melee zone only ten meters away from Alexey, and Gawain couldn't help but exclaim: "Be careful. ”

"No need to be careful. ”

Alexei lightly dodged the sword that rolled sideways from the first big man, he glanced at the latter, and said, "Is there a last word?"

"you!"

The big man who was half-squatting on the ground exerted his strength at the waist, and the strength of his whole body was mobilized, and the muscles as strong as the stone provided him with strong enough acceleration that he didn't need a second, he kicked his toes violently, and the high raised blade of the sword could cut the flesh and blood in front of him in two with just one stroke.

Not a chance.

"The third. ”

Alexey's outstretched palms were facing in both directions, and another mercenary who had set off at the same time had already circled around the mage's side, raising his sword and stabbing at him.

The swords of the two of them came out together, and between the tacit understanding, ordinary people could not resist the surprise attack from both directions.

Are you going to die?

I don't know when he has quietly opened the door, and the nervous palms of Gao Ge who stepped out of the door in half a step were sweating, he unconsciously grabbed the door frame, his knuckles were so hard that they turned white, and his divergent eyes were no longer focused on the field.

Can you escape?

Wait a minute!

His eyes widened.

The blades of the two long swords were close to each other, but they did not advance in the slightest. The faces of the two mercenaries were full of strength, and their cheeks were crimson, which was also useless. They were powerless to break through the mage's invisible barrier, and the hands of the Grim Reaper, symbolizing death, had fallen in front of them.

"Be careful!"

This time it was the mercenaries' turn to shout.

"The fourth. ”

Alexey's left hand was a cloud of acid pouring down his head.

He didn't need to look.

The mercenary suddenly let out a short sigh and rolled to the ground, the decomposition process that would take months in nature was completed in the blink of an eye, and behind the scarred facial bones was a white brain that squeezed through the gaps in the phalanges.

You don't need to listen to it.

His right hand was a beam of lightning that was so hot that it turned white in the air.

And this radio technique, which is known for its powerful power, makes the mercenaries not even have the opportunity to scream.

Strong acid arrows and electrocution.

"Come on!"

There was wind in the back of his head, and the last mercenary was out of place, and he squatted down and came to the back of the mage. He shouted to increase his courage, even if the two companions died cleanly, they were both professional mercenaries, not gang gangsters who made a career out of extortion. They have been licking blood from the knife for many years, and they have seen even the most dangerous scenes, and they are full of courage and will not retreat easily.

Retreat without attempting an attack?

Maybe this will break through the mage's defenses?

No risk, no gain.

And the risk, but that's it.

You must know that everyone has blind spots in their vision, and even if the mage has great powers, he will not have eyes in the back of his head. With his previous experience, the mercenary is convinced that he can get out of danger with a single blow, and a roll can stay out of danger.

Give it a try!

Rising with his sword up, the blade of the sword is facing the back of the heart, in the mercenary's cognition, no human can survive after being pierced through the heart, he pursues a one-hit kill.

Come on!

The blade of the sword, which was infused with almost all the essence of the mercenary, had arrived in an instant, but the feel was faster than the naked eye, and there was an extreme recoil transmitted from the position of the tip of the sword to the hilt, and he didn't have time to see his results, and subconsciously it was a roll.

No, why is it that all your sight is on the ground that is gradually getting closer?

Wait a minute...... What did I do?

A familiar figure fell beside him in a dejected manner, but, why, it felt, as if, something was missing?

Where's my head?

In the confusion, numbness quickly occupied the brain, and the mercenary who couldn't think abandoned everything, he wanted to sleep, and the tiredness came as quickly as lightning.

Then go to sleep.

The cold wind has no edge, but it is sharper than a knife.

Click, the head fell to the ground.

Palvalen's windcut.

Under the bright red waterfall, there is no snow, and it is even more cold in winter. When he was cold, Gao Ge saw that the red plum blossomed at a few points.

Alexei indifferently took out a handkerchief and wiped the fish that slipped through the net on his face.

His shield was unstable for a moment, but he resisted a little, but the spring and snow melted in an instant.

Why care about time but time.

Glancing at the wall clock.

It's now one twenty-one.

A few belated fighters brought their weapons, and it was obvious that they had prepared for the mage. A sword that would not have come in handy on a normal day is even worn by a simple leather armor and helmet, and a steel crossbow in their hands.

They marched in formation, facing the smiling mage secretly cheering themselves up in their hearts, and behind them, a man with a scar on his face and a pair of knives in his hand stood.

The man's facial features were resolute, his skin was dark, and he was tall, a head taller than all the men in front of him. He looked into the eyes of the mage and reflected the light of the fire in the field, and the mage knew what this emotion was, it was called anger.

No need to guess, Alexey knows who he is.

The Twin Bladers, Bursente.

Temporary leader of the Black Stork.

It is also one of the most valuable objectives of this mission.

They did not pull the crossbow machine, they just approached.

In addition to these dozen or so who dared to fight, in the field, the servants hired by the Black Stork and the new members began to fetch water to fight the fire and guide the crowd under the command of the small leader.

High up, the minute hand of the wall clock slowly walked across the grille, and Alexei let them do it. He doesn't have a penchant for killing, he has little interest in worthless minions, and the corpses burned by the fire are only an addition, and the only thing that attracts the mage is the golden Ducat. Of course, there is no need to let live samples go, if they can.

Dead bodies are hard to preserve, after all.

"I've been waiting for someone. Alexei sighed.

"Gog. ”

"What do you command?"

"I'm wondering, where are their mages?"

Gog said uncertainly, "It should be...... Probably in the lab, right?"

Look at the array of fighters getting closer and closer. The members at the front of the row held their shields, about twenty meters away, several people stood on the ground, bowed down and squatted, the crossbowmen in the back row breathed more and more rapidly, they moved slowly from the beginning, until now they moved like snails, Bursant was testing the mage's bottom line step by step, and finally, Alexei spoke: "In Glio da Vido, I have seen the army of the Empire. You have served in the army of the Empire, and you can see that it is not easy for you to train them like this. I think that in time the slums of Darune will belong to you, but alas, you have met me, and there is no tomorrow. ”

"Less where the dog barks. ”

As soon as he heard this, the blood under Bursente's neck suddenly jumped to his brain. He never wanted to lose the slightest advantage in the verbal battle, so he didn't want to open his mouth and said: "Don't think that you can make me scared by killing a few miscellaneous fish, I have seen more stupid things in more than forty years than you have eaten salt." ”

"They are all pretentious, and they feed the dogs, and the dogs are sour. ”

As he spoke, he moved with his words, waved his big hand, and said, "How much commission did Grujie pay you to come and die?" ”

Then he looked at Gog again and persuaded: "Skalen, it's too late for you to turn back now, leave this mage who should go to hell, for the sake of you and I running away from Kherson together, I will forgive you and forgive your betrayal." ”

"Do you believe him? Hearing this, Alexey's face showed a little amusement, "Do you continue to be your dogtail or be a servant of a mage?" ”

Servant or pariah......

To be honest, Gog didn't want to be it.

But surrendering to Birsente, such a stupid thing, even if he has no brains, can't do it.

He believed that if he said yes, he was afraid that he would die on the spot if he couldn't take a step in front of his new master.

Along the way, Alex showed too many methods, and Gog had no confidence in himself.

Without surrendering, there are many possibilities.

Since spells can run at the table. Then it is much easier to believe that the mage defeats Bursente.

The three corpses in front of him deepened his impression.

In the past, the boss of the Black Stork, the "Kherson Giant Axe" was not so powerful.

He didn't hesitate much at all: "I choose to live longer than just one second." ”

"Even weeds are trying to survive. ”

He crossed over his chest and shouted at Burcente, "I don't need your forgiveness, the victor will forgive me, and the Holy Spirit will forgive me." ”

"Stubborn fellow. And what about you, mage, are you going to die here senselessly, or are you going to bow down to me. My steel crossbow is a good thing brought out of Kherson, an ordnance smuggled from the Empire. They can penetrate your body as easily as crushing a worm, and you may be able to play tricks with both hands, but so what? We black storks are not afraid of strong enemies. ”

"Oh, I've been looking forward to it for a long time, and I'm ready to hear something interesting from you. ”

"That's all it turned out to be? ”

Alexei shook his head and said, "So what about your mage? The female mage named Blue Dream, maybe she can tell me to find some new fun, after all, pouring hot water into the ant hole is really boring." ”

"Hmph. A cold snort.

"Have you had enough of your mouth?"

With an undisguised sneer on his face, Bursen made a severing gesture between his necks: "Who do you think you're fighting with? ”

"You're going to stain her eyes. ”

"As for killing you, it's enough to have me. ”

After saying that, he shouted at the room, "Joannis, stinky boys, is it arranged?"

In the distance, the little leader of the black stork responded: "Ready! The guests will be evacuated immediately." ”

He smiled coldly, pointed his knife towards the mage's body, and swung it fiercely: "Then I have nothing to worry about." ”

"Shoot!"

In an instant, arrows rained down and blood flowed.

"For so long, you think I'll be unprepared?"

"I warned you a long time ago. ”

"Mortal!"

Alexey, with a few runes at his feet, is all on the front of a black stork member who has been knocked down by his own arrows on his back. The shields they held had no effect, and after the already powerful steel crossbow was fired, it was once again shattered by the mage's magically accelerated crossbow arrows, which shattered the black stork's array.

"What?!"

"Don't get complacent there!"

"It's just, it's just a mage who can't do it himself......"

In my ears, a female voice sounded.

"Kill him. ”

"Yes, kill him!"

The weapon he relied on to win turned into a murderous thing that took his life in an instant, the strong psychological gap and the wail all over the ground, Bursente seemed to hear a string break in his head, and a wave of anger turned into a long howl in his mouth, seeing that his men were all dead, he was fearless, and stepped out, driven by two knives like arms, and blood filled his brain, never feeling that his state was so good.

It's like...... It's as if the whole world is in your hands.

Legend has it that swordsmen have a realm where they can turn their emotions into the power to swing their swords into their swords, and at this moment, the swordsman's strength will rise infinitely, and he will play a level that he would not normally be able to do.

Soaring anger is the best nourishment for this.

The double knife imprints their hearts, and the human and human instruments complement each other, as if they are one.

Böxente felt that his self was sublimated at this moment.

It was as if he had touched the boundaries of legend, and he was only one step away from stepping out.

I'm invincible!

The black stork's shame today must be washed away by blood.

Mage?

Cut it in two!