With a roar, brilliant fireworks burst into the air, and a shape that looked like a decapitating sword appeared, it was so huge that it seemed to envelop the entire city. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Hanabi, also known as 'summoning robe'.

Dongcheng, a hidden corner, in the cave, is as dark as ink, and it is so quiet that you can hear even the needle landing on the ground.

A pair of eyes looked out through a hole, unblinking, and from time to time flashed a look of anxiety and waiting. He let out a long breath when the fireworks exploded in the sky.

"Ignition!

The torches were lit, and at this time the entire cave could be seen, thousands of people, strong bodies, bloodthirsty eyes, they had been waiting for a long time. The door of the cave was opened, and the thunderous warriors divided into several detachments, rushing to all directions like a sinuous nine-headed serpent, they were so impatient.

The last to appear was Nuke, who, after walking out of the cave, took dozens of warriors and ran directly towards the Viscount of Jintim's mansion. In the whole of Erlante, the East Side is the most luxurious place. Aristocrats, wealthy merchants, professionals, etc. are concentrated here, and the barbarian legion is in charge of this place, and I don't know if it is a special arrangement of the Seoul city lord.

By the time the legions were scattered, the command had been delegated to the centurion, there was not much he could do, and it was time to go home.

The same scene appeared everywhere in Errant, and the warriors rushed out of their hiding places with bloodlust and hatred, and they also made the entire battlefield begin to become confusing.

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

Looking at the brilliant fireworks in the sky, the face of the king of Vai instantly turned gloomy, and the flames that had already converged to a thin layer suddenly licked out several tongues of fire, showing the imbalance in his heart.

"In that case, everything before was your show of weakness, including the news of your death, including the defection of the Doros family, was it all arranged by you?" King Waid's voice became a little low, like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, containing infinite anger.

"Are you really willing to give up the whole Errant for a victory!"

"I want to lure you into the game, and I don't want to give up my old roots, how can I make you believe it?! However, with your old spiciness, can't you still understand? Is this time really just a simple local war? As long as I leave you and these warriors in Erlant, King Cress should not send any more troops and horses, right? After all, your enemies are waiting for your weakness. ”

"Besides, Lancôme can lure you Cresses as aid, then our Soros Kingdom will not be able to find assistance, maybe your information is not well-informed enough, the Kingdom of Asia has already sent its army to the coast of Lancôme City-State. ”

"However, I don't think you have completely let down your guard, otherwise, you may not have been able to avoid my assassination just now. And the poison on my dagger, it has no effect on you at all?"

"Yes, I feel that something is wrong, it is too smooth, and it is a little more than I imagined. But I didn't expect you to be so ruthless, and actually use the entire people of Erlant as bait. King Wayd said, "I have heard of the name of His Excellency the Hand of Despair for a long time, and it is an almost nightmarish existence. I already think I think I think I think I think you're still underestimated. ”

"However, your 'Dagger of Despair' is indeed terrifying, and if it weren't for the sake of caution, I would have drunk the antidote beforehand, and perhaps, I would have planted it under your hands. However, if I didn't die, the outcome would have changed. ”

"What to change, do you feel like you can still win?" asked the cloaked man curiously.

"Yes, as long as I leave you behind, I will naturally have plenty of time to take care of Errant, even if I want to turn this city into ruins, it depends on whether I want to do it! King Wayd said with great calmness.

"You're trying to kill me, are you kidding?"

"Of course there's me! All you can do is speed and stealth, and if I'm here, you won't be able to run. "It was Fils Lancôme who spoke, and after entering the city, his sense of existence was very low, except for the sword that rescued King Waid just now, he didn't show much brilliance, but he really concealed the perception of the cloaked man as a shadow assassin, at least in terms of concealment.

Not wanting to say anything, King Waid grabbed his spear and charged directly, his steps were so heavy, the bluestone paved ground cracked and scorched under his stepping, and brought a violent speed, not completely close, the spear was suddenly picked up by him, and the heavy spear shadow drowned the cloaked man with an explosive air current.

The cloaked man disappeared again, but Fils was already wrapped in this whirlwind, his twin knives were swung like a ball of light, and the direction he was moving seemed to be empty, but the sword light slashed, and the cloaked man reappeared, and if you looked closely, Fils's eyes had turned silver, the color of his long knife.

The two knives were parallel, one after another, and the silver blade cut all around, and the house made of rock was as fragile as tofu under the sword qi, constantly collapsing and falling, and the cloaked man, who was almost completely shrouded in the light of the sword, did not have a chance to breathe and escape, and was forced to use his dagger to block.

Obviously, Field's eyes are blessed with some special ability to see through stealth, and his speed is not inferior to that of the Cloaked Man, which may be the reason why he was sent to Erlant.

On their side, King Waid did not rush forward, he held his spear tightly, and streams of magma-like flames began to gather on the spear, and the scorching heat became higher and higher, and all sides became charred.

- Flame Charge

Without saying a word, he turned on this powerful skill and waited for an opportunity.

From contact to the present, in just a moment of words, the transcendent battle has reached its climax.

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

Maybe the more you have, the more you don't feel safe, or maybe the world is too dangerous, basically, the aristocratic manors in this world are a separate fortress model, if it's outside the city, it's a small castle, even inside the city, the gate is locked, and after occupying various points, it's basically a miniature bunker.

The Viscount of Kintim's Mansion was no exception, at this time, everything else had been abandoned, with the council hall as the core, the three connected gates were sealed, the commanding heights were also arranged with archers, the walls were full of traps, in order to prevent fire attacks, there were several large vats filled with water in the courtyard, and all the people were already armed with weapons, or quiet, or nervously waiting.

Muen stood at the window on the third floor, this was Nuke's room, and the highest place in Viscount Kintim's mansion, and Gloya and Coren were also in this house, perhaps because of the pre-war repression, neither of them spoke. At this time, Mu En held a bow and arrow in his hand and looked in the direction of the city gate.

Flames had been lit in several places, and he could already smell the blood from the death and carnage that accompanied the raging flames.

Unlike Nuke's Eagle Eye, which can see clearly from 10,000 meters away, that drop of blood strengthens the dynamic vision of Muen's eyes, and he can clearly see the agile flight trajectory of a mosquito, but in terms of vision, it has not increased much, but at this time, he can already see the figure outside Viscount Gintim's mansion.

At least one of the fighters of the elite hundred-man squad has reached the outside of Viscount Kintim's mansion.

Mu En looked at the killing and wailing that was still far away, a little strange, theoretically speaking, the burning and looting all the way has not yet arrived?

Unless this team is running here, and when he saw a hunchbacked figure, Mu En understood and regretted it, maybe it was not a good decision to stick to the Viscount's Mansion.

Katchi, the vajra spear-wielding warrior, was the only second-order professional to die even in this terrible battle, and the hunchbacked figure, Cory the Stalker, the only survivor of Kuachi's squad, told King Wayd everything after that previous escape.

Therefore, he came this time, not only for revenge, but also for an order from the commander to catch the girl who turned into a dragon. For this, he was supported by a warrior with a round shield and spear.

The moment Mu En saw the hunchback, his eyes shrank into a line, and then, the middle-aged man next to the hunchback really caught his attention.

Ordinary round arm shields, ordinary spears, ordinary height, ordinary clothing, all seem to be ordinary, no different from ordinary Kress warriors, but everyone can't ignore his existence, even if he is walking next to a giant sieger who is more than half a body taller than others, he is still the most eye-catching existence.

As if sensing the prying gaze, the man actually looked at Mu En from a distance, and the corners of his mouth seemed to bring a friendly smile.

"This warrior seems to have reached the second order, and even in the second order, he is considered to have some strength, if I was in my prime, he was nothing, but now, we should escape. Coren also saw it, and he shook the golden cigarette stick in his hand, and his tone was a little helpless.

"If you go, you'll die faster, that camel is a tracker, the last man in the hunter squad, we can't go. Teacher, you look at Groya, I'm going down. Saying that, Mu En jumped directly from under the window, the height of the third floor, and the eaves and walls of the eaves and feet several times, he had already reached the ground, and only brought a little dust to float up.

And on the top of the building, Coren looked at his disciple, looked at the well-behaved and quiet Groya, and smiled reluctantly: "Groya, don't be afraid, grandpa will protect you." ”

And his hand felt for a small bottle under his sleeve, a blood-red vial.