Chapter 42: The Unexpected

His feet were sore and numb, his face was hot, and the body parts of the stroke were reminding Commander Ivan, mocking his arrogance and arrogance, and striking at his superior aristocratic pride.

Ivan Stipild was furious, and his whole body burst out violently, and the power of the abundant and domineering fire flowed rapidly along the meridians and muscles of the whole body, and the instantaneous fighting qi was like a high-level healing technique, quickly dissolving the cold qi that invaded the body, and with a slight twist of his ankle, the slightly sore, stiff and stiff ankles and surrounding muscles suddenly returned to normal, which reflected the huge gap in strength between middle-level warriors and low-level warriors.

Feeling the location of the enemy looming in the mist, the old man's smug smile automatically appeared in the mind of the commander of the city guard, the kind of extremely hateful and rampant smile after the treacherous plan succeeded, so he shouted violently, and the long knife quickly slashed towards the locked direction, and the hot and violent bright red fighting qi took the war knife in his hand as the starting point, shooting straight out like a fire from hell, and the thick mist suddenly tumbled and rolled, avoiding it to give way to a passage.

A fiery spear with a long flaming tail stabbed straight at the Plitander mage, so fast that it was almost impossible to dodge.

The full force of the sixth-level warrior's blow was so terrifying!

A "bang" explosion sounded, and a strange scene appeared, the offensive fire fighting qi full of violent aura hit the place where Plitander was standing just now, but Ivan Stipild was surprised to find that there was no one in the passage that his fighting spirit had broken, in other words, the sharp blow he was determined to win completely fell in the empty space.

The old guy is gone!

Since he was promoted to a mid-level warrior, this was the first time that he had made a serious mistake in perception, and the so-called firmly locking on the target was an outright illusion, and he was stunned and inevitably puzzled.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the blow of the Grand Commander of the City Guard was like a strong trigger signal, and the magic defenses hidden in all directions were launched at the same time, and a magical storm comparable to the tragic consequences of the first floor was announced.

Several first-order spells of the fire, water, wind, and thunder systems were mixed and intertwined, combining a terrifying blow that was completely unrecognizable in a specific type, but the lethal power was enough to increase by several levels, and in the deafening roar, the light flashed one after another, and the spells with amazing sound filled the slender passage, instantly drowning the tall and strong figure of Ivan Stipild!

A roar with crazy battle intent came out from the diffuse lightning and thunder, and the dazzling fiery red fighting spirit rose to the sky, and the fire was so strong that even the city guards outside the courtyard could see it clearly.

Surrounded by deep siege and plotting, it completely angered the powerful Ivan Stipild, his eyes were red like a mad bull, and he suddenly burst out with the strongest fighting intent, and his fighting spirit gushed out from the inside to the outside without reservation, and his whole body was immediately wrapped in burning flames, and the momentum was as strong as a violent demon from the hell of fire, breaking through the attacks of many spells around him, and the dense fog around him was cleared out of a space within a radius of several meters, revealing his burly figure again.

Looking up, except for his long brown hair and a little messy, there was no obvious sign of injury on his body, and the serial killing moves arranged by the old butler didn't seem to have any effect on him.

If you don't take a closer look at Grand Commander Ivan, Tie Qing's face is like a blue face.

The screams and shouts of his subordinates were heard outside the courtyard, providing the answer to Ivan Stipild's doubts: the old magician had already left the mercenary headquarters, and the passage was obviously the hole in the wall in front of him.

With a flick of the arch of his foot, the commander of the city guard jumped up on the spot, gritted his teeth and quickly jumped out of the hole in the wall that had been broken a long time ago, believing that with a large number of subordinates arranged early in the morning to block, no matter how tricky the old guy was, no matter how fast he slipped away, he couldn't change the birth defect of poor hand-to-hand combat, and at this moment he was undoubtedly surrounded by the city guard soldiers, and he was fighting hard.

However, before the man landed in the air, Ivan Stipild almost couldn't control himself and fell down with garlic.

He was shocked to find that the old magician was not only far away from the encirclement arranged by his own family, but also escaped nearly a hundred meters to the south!

Where are the city guard soldiers on the street who are responsible for sniping and outflanking the fish that have slipped through the net? The commander of the city guard quickly glanced around, and the many subordinates he relied on were hiding far away one by one, either standing in the shadows under the eaves with panicked faces, trembling, or flashing behind the lamppost and probing their brains towards the courtyard, but they were not at the proper combat post, and the nearest one was also dozens of meters away!

There is only a large bed crossbow, lonely "proudly standing" in the middle of the street, putting on an unyielding posture of sticking to the post, but the crossbow string has been cut in two, and the big killing weapon has been reduced to a superficial embellishment, as for the bed crossbow, more than a dozen city guard soldiers fell in a pool of blood, no need to ask to know, how crisp and complete they were defeated.

A bunch of rubbish!

It was too late to find out why his subordinates were so cowardly, and who gave them the courage to openly derelict their duties, Ivan Stipild hurriedly glared at the messy defeated soldiers with his eyes that were almost spitting fire, and hurriedly looked at the old magician's still clear back, and chased down.

The moonlight is not very bright tonight, and there are many small alleys in the city, and there are countless dark corners, and if the old guy runs away a little later, it will take a lot of effort to catch up with him and kill him.

Fortunately, the commander of the city guard army knew which was more important than the other, and he didn't have time to ask his incompetent subordinates whose eyes were full of surprise, otherwise it would definitely be as simple as blowing up his lungs, and it would be possible to die of anger on the spot.

In fact, it is really not to blame this group of ordinary soldiers who have been treated by two small and one old man who are cold and want to cry without tears, if they ask the cause and effect of the matter, everyone will understand and sympathize with them why they have to hide far away like a group of quails, and their hearts are full of grievances.

At the beginning, they did strictly follow the orders of the Grand Commander, unsheathed their swords and guns, wound their bows and crossbows, and guarded the bed crossbow, a big killing weapon, and confidently surrounded the mercenary headquarters, hoping for the enemy who would throw themselves into the net.

All of a sudden, however, things took a turn for the worse:

First, Antonov shouted angrily, full of anger.

Then he was beaten violently by the enemy, and he was thrown out of the second floor with only one breath left, and there were also some fireball techniques and stone cannon techniques in front and behind, shooting indiscriminately around him, which was very terrible, and really killed many unlucky brothers who couldn't dodge;

Immediately afterwards, I heard Zyuganov shouting violently, full of momentum.

Then he was even more miserable, he was directly killed, and the corpse was carried by the enemy as a shield, and was thrown out of the second floor, and before he came out, he still opened the way with fireball and stone artillery, and opened the bow left and right, and killed many city guards who were brave enough to stand close;

Just now, it was finally the turn of the Honorable Grand Commander, and you roared and were full of anger.

And then you were thrown out of the second floor, oh no, please forgive the little ones for being clumsy for a while, plus the habitual cranky nonsense, it was you who jumped out and chased it out...... The problem is that before the old guy landed, the terrible fireball and the astonishing size of the stone cannon came in advance as always, fortunately, the little ones were lucky not to dare to step forward, otherwise they would have to die a lot.

Everything is a familiar rhythm, a familiar routine, a familiar taste......

Dear Commander, please forgive the little ones for their dereliction of duty and rudeness, just looking at the posture and rhythm before you appeared, it is almost exactly the same as the previous few dead ghosts of your own family, who would be stupid enough to block the enemy, dare to live impatiently?

Without the drag of his incompetent subordinates, the angry Ivan Stipild unleashed the speed that a sixth-level soldier should have, but unfortunately after chasing for a while, he was depressed to find that the high-speed running, let alone catching up with the leading Plitander, could not even reduce the distance between the two, and the figure of the old magician was still in front of him, not far or close.

This is so angry that the commander who is running with all his strength slanders, what is the old magician who is bent on running for his life in front of him, is he a parallel trade mage who is a monk halfway, is it a person who specializes in martial arts earlier, otherwise this age, where did he get such good legs, feet and physical strength, he escaped so fast, and his posture was so chic and calm?

One of the two chased annoyed, and the other fled calmly, just keeping the original distance.

Suddenly, at the corner of the other end of the gloomy long street, just in front of Normer and Dawn, who were the first to break through, a fiery red figure appeared, and in the dark night, the fiery red robe was extremely conspicuous, and as soon as it appeared, it was imposing, blocking the road for the two to go straight to the south gate.

Great, it's Archmage Joe Pryde!

Seeing the iconic red robe of the person blocking the road in front of him from a distance, the heart of the commander of the city guard who had been hanging for a long time was finally put back into his stomach, and he was relieved, with the most powerful magician in the city to intercept it, not to mention the old guy who was not far in front, even the two culprits who slipped away first, neither of them could escape.

Keeping an eye on the enemy who was slowly approaching, wrapped in a fiery red mage robe, the appearance of the enemy shrouded in the shadow of the hood was not clear, Normer and Dawn clenched the weapons in their hands, fully alert, and did not rush to attack.

Although he hasn't really started yet, he just leads but doesn't trigger, and the sudden appearance of the enemy in front of him brings people a sense of oppression, and the strength is obviously much stronger than those parallel city guards in front.

"You lure the big stupid donkey out of the alley on the right, and leave it to me here. ”

More than ten meters away from the two teenagers, Plitander shouted his opinion from behind in a relaxed tone, obviously his "escape" road was not very embarrassing, at least the long breath and calm tone showed that the old butler was still very leisurely.

"Good. ”

Chenxi replied decisively, and at the same time stretched out his hand to pull Normer beside him, and took the lead to run towards the alley on the right.

Xingzi, who was sprayed with a spit on his face before, this time the young man was not stupid enough to stay in place, and asked the old housekeeper with concern and seriousness: "Are you okay?"

Running Normer quickly figured out that Plitander's response was undoubtedly correct, and Ivan Stipild, who was chasing after him, was actually full of thoughts about himself and Dawn, and would not let go of the great opportunity to chase and kill the two, but instead surrounded and annihilated the relatively less important Plitander, after all, according to the confession obtained from the torture of Dyneth, it was not the old magician who killed his own brother.

On the other hand, if he and Chenxi don't go, the three of them will be blocked by powerful enemies from both ends, forming a dumpling situation, in fact, it will be even more unfavorable, it is better to lead the enemy away in two ways like now, and break them one by one.

For the hidden strength of the old butler, Normer remembered the advice of his parents in time, and warned himself not to "drag" Plitander at an important juncture, since both parents have so confidence in the old butler, the old butler himself also said that he was completely sure that he could retreat in front of the enemy, and it would be unwise for him to stay in the way.