"No one has passed through here but me. ”

Under the bright red scarf, there was a somewhat cold voice.

The red scarf is his use of the seed of astral consciousness to temporarily materialize a beam of information, which is neither big nor small, just covering half of his face.

With that, he walked without stopping, holding the reins of spades in his hand, and continued to walk forward.

The slave guard was furious, and not only did he not chase the fleeing halfling and the cat orc, but he was also ignored by a half-elf.

"Damn ......"

"Look at this!" a companion next to him grabbed him.

The man pointed to the traces left on the ground, and the fresh donkey's hoof prints were still somewhat obvious in the light of the torches.

Under the hands of the big slave traders, there are special personnel responsible for catching slaves, who are usually very good at identifying and tracking, and even if they are escaped by slaves who are good at stealth, they can finally capture the slaves with a little clue left.

With obvious footprints, it was not difficult to capture the two slaves.

Some of the slave guards continued to follow and capture, but the slave trader Weistan, the fat on his face trembled, and he pointed to the back of the half-elf, shouting angrily.

"Dare to deceive me and stop that bastard......"

The remaining ten or so slave guards hurriedly ran forward when they heard this, and scolded and scolded the half-elves who were leading the horses on foot.

With his fat body pressed against his horse's back, the slave trader Westin stepped forward, looking down at the half-elves surrounded by his men.

He contemptuously threatened: "The lowly half-elf, where you want to run, dare to hide the whereabouts of the escaped slaves...... Would you like to get a taste of the whip?"

The butler next to the slave trader also nodded in agreement: "You're right, the sneaky half-elf who appeared here may be an accomplice who rescued the two slaves." ”

The guards under the slave merchant understood the boss's meaning very well, and faintly surrounded the half-elf to prevent him from escaping in the dark.

One of the bald-headed strong guards looked at the black-and-white horse beast behind the half-elf, and couldn't help but show a greedy look on his face.

"Honestly, half-elf, stay where you are, you may be miserable if you don't obey......"

The bald guard stepped forward and reached for the reins of the beast, with a hint of warning in his afterglow.

The half-elf stood in place, a pair of dark gray eyes, but there was no intention of angry resistance, and there was not even the slightest change.

'Boom!' was accompanied by some kind of cartilage-shattering sound.

Before he could touch the reins, the bald guard was kicked hard, and he was directly hit in the crotch, and his greed with a little satisfied expression was instantly frozen.

Covering his crotch with both hands, he bent down in pain, he wanted to scream in pain but couldn't scream, and his eye sockets almost burst.

Before anyone could react, the hard cowhide boots bounced up quickly and kicked heavily in front of the bald head's ears, which was the vital part of the temple.

'Click, click', there was a faint soft sound, as if the skull had been kicked and broken.

This combination of speed and explosiveness, using the action of attacking with both legs, is very reminiscent of the rogue's exclusive skill - kicking?

After optimizing the nerve control of the lower limbs, the speed and explosiveness of Loki's legs are not inferior to those of ordinary professionals with agility specialties.

Although he did not master the power of the bloodline, the perfection and power of the 'kick' move were not weaker than those of ordinary thieves.

"This damn half-elf is a thief......"

One of the slave guards had just shouted when suddenly a cold flash of metal flashed, and he felt a warm liquid gushing out of his chest, and then he lost his strength and fell to his knees.

Of course, the half-elf would not leave his hand, and as soon as his foot fell, his right hand had already drawn the one-handed sword at his waist.

A one-handed sword doped with a special black alloy can slash through the armor of a slave guard in ordinary leather armor with a single slash, causing serious injuries to death.

Blood splattered out, and everyone reacted, and the big slave merchant was shocked and angry, and the horses and beasts under his seat took a few steps back, all in a slightly frightened state.

'Bang!' there was a sound of metal clashing, and the Black Iron One-Handed Sword was blocked by a broadsword.

The strong slave guard on the opposite side should be a professional warrior with a strength of about level 6, and his physical attributes in terms of strength and physique are even stronger than half elves.

Loki didn't get entangled with him, his wrist turned flexibly, and the one-handed sword became a backhand grip, just like the basic action of holding a dagger.

In the face of pro-level warriors, the half-elf also has the advantage of agility.

Under the 3D monitoring of spatial vision, he quickly lowered his body, accurately dodged the attack of the two-handed broadsword, and quickly slashed with the backhand of his right hand.

Broken tendons, one-handed sword slashed at the Achilles tendon of the opponent's calf, thin soft leather leggings, no sharp black blade at all, and a deep wound appeared at once.

"Ahh

This warrior with the strength of a professional had just stimulated the power of his bloodline and showed a confident smile that was suppressed by a little power, and he was already seriously injured and fell to the ground.

This blow is not fatal, but it completely affects the ability to act, which shows the precision and viciousness of the half-elf.

"Half-elf mongrel, kill my guards, you'll pay the price......"

Westan's fat cheeks trembled with anger, and a cold threatening word squeezed out between his teeth.

'Whoosh' A black light suddenly flew out, and it was a black tactical straight knife, which shot directly at the vital part of the upper body of the slave merchant.

'Crack!' the dagger was whipped down by a long whip, and next to the slave trader, the flattering butler turned out to be of good strength.

Wielding his one-handed sword, Loki forced the slave guards around him back, and he flipped onto his horse.

Sensing the danger, Spade didn't need the reins to control it, and ran straight on all fours, rushing towards the darkness far away from the street.

There were at least a dozen guards under this big slave merchant, and there were more than two of them, and he was not sure that he would retreat with his whole body.

Loki thought about it in advance, and even covered his physical features with a red scarf, this kind of conflict has nothing to do with his own interests, and there is really no need to stay and fight.

"Don't let this guy run!"

"Damn it, stop him......"

On the back of the horse beast, the half-elf replaced the 'Frostmourn' two-handed broadsword.

The strong horse beast rushed forward quickly, and under the skillful sword weapon mastery of the action, another guard was seriously injured, and this time no one dared to stop the spade in front.

At this time, behind the big slave merchants, several knightly guards with torches appeared, led by the young master of the baronial family, Bentham Edward.

It turned out that hearing the chaos here, the knightly guards under the son of the baron, together with several of his noble supporters, came to check the situation with curiosity.

Bentham asked, "What about my slave, haven't you caught it yet?"

The slave trader hurriedly changed his expression, his fat cheeks trembled, and his voice revealed a hint of hatred and hatred.

"Master Benthham, you've just come at the right time. I came close to grabbing your two runaway slaves, but a lowly half-elf appeared and stopped us. ”

"That guy must be the slave's companion, you see, he's running away in that direction. ”

Under the light of the dancing torches, the ground was a clear dark red, which was a large patch of blood that had not yet dried up.

Bentham sneered and said, "A slave merchant like you can't even take a half-elf, is he the court swordsman of the royal capital?"

Westan hurriedly said: "No, no, the half-elf, a low-born race, becoming a palace swordsman is just an example, and the guy who escaped should be just a thief." ”

The young handsome face of the young master of the baron showed a gloomy smile, "A half-elf thief dares to help my slave escape!"

He ordered the knights on the side, "Spend, get them all back." ”

Knight Spender replied, "Got it, Master Benthham. ”

The knight was well-dressed in armor and had a calm and unobtrusive expression, but looking at the broadsword he carried, customers who participated in tonight's auction would surely recognize it as the finale, the Griffin Knight's Sword.

He also emphasized: "Remember, I want to live. The recent activity in the Colosseum has been boring, and the half-elf who let the slaves go will definitely add some fun. ”

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