In the face of a professional, Loki's first escape has been a complete failure, and he has been crushed by thieves in terms of strength, agility, and physical movements.

It can be said that he can't escape, he can't fight, if he doesn't want to wait for death, he can only use the most dangerous way to try to fight back.

The thief didn't expect that the lowly half-elf in his eyes dared to fight back, he was unprepared, and he was kicked close to the shoulder, although this force was not strong, but his body was uncontrollable.

The whole person was knocked to the ground by this force, he looked stunned, and then quickly thought of getting up to teach the half-elf a lesson.

Loki didn't dare to pause at all after the successful kick, and he didn't have time to untie the rope in his hand, but reached for the ram with both hands.

There was a crisp sound of metal grinding, and with a sharp thud, he pulled out a pitch-black Indian tomahawk from the weapon backpack on the sheep's back.

"Die. With his hands held aloft in his hands, Loki let out a low cry of rage.

I saw that his whole body was like a taut strong bow, and then in an instant, his abdomen and body suddenly tightened, and his arm went down with all his strength, and the sharp battle axe was thrown out of his hand.

The Indian tomahawk spun and flew out like a black light, and before the thieves could dodge, they flew straight over.

The thief's strength and agility were higher than Loki's, but he was obviously a little caught off guard by this move, and his body was in a state where it was difficult to dodge, and he hurriedly drew his dagger to block the flying axe.

Even if Loki's strength is not as strong as that of the other party, throwing this sharp axe, which weighs two kilograms, with all his strength, is not something that can only be parried with a dagger in one hand.

"Ah, ah, lowly half-elf bastard, I'm going to skin you. ”

With a cry of pain, the tomahawk nearly cut off half of his arm.

It was really the result of the old dwarf's weapons being too sharp, otherwise the half-elf boy might not be able to cause him a little damage if he tried his best.

Loki was ready to anticipate all this, and he quickly unfastened the rope in his hand without hearing it, which was the reason why he had wasted a little time in front of the thief just now, and used the quantum computer to give a specific image of the live knot, which was also the most important part of his life support.

In less than a breath, the rope that bound his wrist fell to the ground, and without a pause, Loki pulled two more items from his weapon backpack.

It was the familiar short-armed crossbow, and the quiver full of crossbow arrows, and he pulled up the crossbow string with the fastest speed in his life.

The moment the half-elf boy raised his crossbow, the crossbow arrow had already been shot without aiming.

The surrounding visual images were engraved in his memory for a long time, and he didn't aim at all, and he was afraid that he wouldn't have time to aim.

A shot into the flesh was accompanied by a low scream of pain.

I shot the opponent, but I didn't get seriously injured as I thought. The agility of the first-order thief is much higher than that of ordinary people, and although his arm has just been seriously injured, it has little effect on actions such as getting up and dodging.

So the crossbow arrow, which was supposed to be shot at the vital point of the upper body, hurriedly shot into the opponent's left shoulder.

The thief suddenly raised his uninjured hand, and roared with a twisted face: "Lowly half-elf cub, I can't wait for you to die first, I will take good care of your corpses and use them as fertilizer for my flower house." ”

Before the words fell, a bowstring sounded, and it turned out that the thieves of this rank also carried a crossbow with him, which was much smaller than the short-arm crossbow in Loki's hand.

The moment Loki saw the other party raise his crossbow, his heart was cold, and according to the direction of the crossbow arrow, he tried to dodge sideways, and at the same time tried to block the arrow with the crossbow in his hand.

A black shadow crossed in front of him, and the speed of the block was too late, Loki only felt a slight pain in his shoulder, and he turned his head sideways to find that the injury was not serious, but only a shallow cut on his left shoulder.

In an instant, the image will be recorded and analyzed, and the optic nerve imaging will pop up some data, and the half-elf boy immediately knows that the opponent's crossbow is more delicate and small, but the power and speed are not as good as the dwarven boutique crossbow in his hand.

Seeing the other party get up to approach him, the half-elf boy had only one thought in his heart.

"He must not be brought close, never, it is better to be hit by a crossbow arrow than to be close to a thief. ”

Loki's cheek muscles tightened, and despite the feeling that his arm was still a little sore, he used his whole body explosive power to suddenly put the short-arm crossbow string on again, put in a crossbow arrow again, and raised it to shoot.

Even if he didn't aim at all, he didn't have to worry about the accuracy of the crossbow arrow, this time the arrow hit the thief's thigh.

The thief let out another snort, and his body couldn't help but stumble, but before he arrived, he was already extremely resentful of the half-elf opposite in his heart, and he wanted to kill all the lowly half-elf races.

Shoot the opponent in the thigh, which is the result of Loki's deliberateness, when a person is standing and walking, the crotch is the most difficult part to dodge.

And the opponent does not have a good arc of armor, lacks a way to block, if you choose the vital part of the upper body, it is likely to be dodged or blocked with your hands.

After shooting the arrow, Loki didn't dare to stay where he was, he turned around and picked up his crossbow and arrow and ran.

When he got to the side of the mount, he turned over and rode directly onto the back of the goat, and his legs and the reins in his hands were controlled vigorously at the same time.

It turned out that Loki was riding the ram's mount, and he began to turn around and run away without looking back, and he didn't mean to take advantage of the danger at all.

"Half-elf cub, I'm going to cut off your head with my own hands, and I, Justin, swear I'll bury your little head in a flower pot. ”

The professional thief couldn't catch up with him and could only roar wildly.

At the same time, he also pulled up the crossbow string and tried to shoot the half-elf cub on the sheep's back that he hated, but the delicate arm crossbow did not shoot far enough, and the front was too dark, and his eyes could hardly distinguish the target.

After a while, the thief Justin still chose to treat it briefly, the two crossbow arrows had almost formed a penetrating wound, he only needed to cut off the crossbow arrow shaft from the clip, and then squeeze out the arrow in front of him, the serious injury was the hand, which had already injured the bone.

Justin groaned in pain as he dealt with the wounds on his body in a cold sweat.

Thinking of the half-elf cub that made him miserable, a crazy and cold look appeared on his face again, but there was no contemptuous mockery at the beginning.

Wrapping the last bandage around his badly wounded arm, Justin thought to himself with resentment, "The lowly half-elf cub won't be able to run far, and in a moment he will find the horses and take the Brotherhood of the Dark Street fools with him." ”

"I should be able to capture him alive tomorrow morning, should I kill the half-elf cub first?"

The thief, who had treated his wounds, was slowly getting up, and his attention was a little distracted, and suddenly, there seemed to be a sharp sound in his ears with a piercing sound of air.

A black shadow quickly crossed in front of him, and Justin instinctively dodged and blocked, and bad thoughts crossed his mind.

"Oh no, it's that half-elf cub back, how dare he, how dare he?"

The shadow turned out to be a dagger, but it only scratched Justin's shoulder, and he was glad that he had dodged it in time, and a thought of shock and anger suddenly stirred up in his heart.

But before he could think about it any more, a faint sound of crossbow strings reached his ears, and then he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, as if his intestines had been torn.

He couldn't bear the damage anymore, and his whole body fell to the ground, and a familiar voice came from his ears, the half-elf he had sworn to catch and kill.

"Thief - Mr. Justin, hehe, what a coincidence, we meet again. ”

In the depths of darkness, a half-elf boy with a crossbow came out, while he was holding a stubborn old goat in his other hand.