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A dagger in the shape of a poisonous snake was only an inch away from Wren's nose, and the middle-aged man's arm exposed to the sun seemed to be doused with boiling oil, and puffs of green smoke came out. He jerked his arm back and looked at Wren calmly. If it weren't for the attack and defense just now, maybe no one would regard this ordinary middle-aged man as a ruthless assassin. The prestige of the Shadow Dancers is all about the horror of countless deaths, and they have never been benevolent creatures.

Spit on and cursed by God, for thousands of years or more, they lived in darkness, in the company of darkness, fearing darkness, embracing darkness, and becoming one with darkness.

The Shadow Dancer looked at his arm, and there were dark shadows dancing wildly on the cracked skin, and the burn-like scars were slowly healing. He pulled out a small, metallic hand crossbow from his bosom. The crossbow bolt was only the length of a palm, lying quietly in the groove of the hand crossbow. Wren's scalp was numb, and there was no place to hide in this relatively small space, he held the dagger in his right hand and swung his arm vigorously, and the sharp edge of the blade instantly pierced through the sunlight, swinging a trace of stunning silver.

As soon as the man raised his hand, he grabbed Wren's wrist, and he calmly seemed to be doing something inconspicuous, even if the young man opposite was a golden nobleman of the Orlando Empire. He raised his left hand, and the arrows of the crossbow arrows were matte without any reflection of light, giving people a terrifying feeling when facing a poisonous scorpion. He was just about to pull the trigger to complete the mission, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bronze ring on Wren's index finger.

For a moment, Wren's mood was complex and changeable, angry, unwilling, remorseful, crazy, and calm...... It's like someone has pressed it down. He tried his best to control his body, his mind went blank, and there was a mysterious force in the dark that seemed to interfere with all his actions. The five fingers of his free left hand were spread out, the palm of his hand was facing the man, and in the man's shocked eyes, he spit out a few syllables .......

Outside the carriage, the black priests who had been unable to attack for a long time had completely lost their patience, and as time passed bit by bit, they could already faintly perceive the restlessness not far away. If you can't take this knight again, this assassination will be considered a failure. Failure is not terrible, and there are many, many failures in the missions that the Black Priest has performed. But the terrible thing is that they have already caught the snake, which means that it will be difficult to continue the assassination in the future.

"Sluggish!"

"Blind!"

"Weakened!"

"Fear!"

Every Black Priest is proficient in a curse that weakens their enemies to the greatest extent, but the more effective and powerful the curse, the more it comes at an equal cost. When they succeeded in cursing Blair, the eyes of the four Black Priests dimmed and their eyes became cloudy. The curse is a double-edged sword, and they really don't want to pay such a big price if it weren't necessary.

Seeing that Blair could no longer swing that nasty long sword, watching his eyes lose focus and spin wildly, and seeing him take a step back with a trembling face full of horror, the four Black Priests knew that the opportunity had come. Four thin swords pierced straight into Blair's body, blood flowing down the slender blade. Blair's face was full of hideousness, and the breath visible to the naked eye drilled out of his pores, and the four black priests were shocked.

I drew the rapier, but I couldn't pull it!

To be bad!

The four of them were all veterans, and they immediately let go, and the moment they leaned back, Blair roared violently, and the air was shaken by the roar A series of ripples, and the bodies of the four people were pinned to the spot as if they had lost control. A shining sword light suddenly erupted, and the whole world seemed to lose its color, and the eyes of the four of them only had the incomparably slow but unavoidable sword body!

The flash of light suddenly rose and stopped, and Blair's eyes returned to clarity, and he stood where he was, savoring something. The long sword was slowly raised, and with a strong flick, the remaining blood on the sword body was thrown to the ground, and the dust was splashed, and several blood beads wrapped in dust appeared. He took out a piece of black flame sheepskin from his arms, and wiped the sword body inch by inch as gently as caressing his lover's body.

In his eyes, he only had his own long sword at this moment, and he turned a blind eye to the four black priests around him.

The eyes of the four black priests slowly lost color, and their bodies slowly staggered around their waists. Blood splattered, like delicate flowers under the bright sun, blooming with the most dazzling beauty.

Blair suddenly smirked, he really never expected that at this critical moment, he broke through the shackles of a fifth-level knight and successfully advanced to a sixth-level knight. From this moment on, he could be said to have officially become a nobleman, even if he was the lowest noble.

The fifth-level knight and the sixth-level knight are a watershed, after surpassing the fifth level, the battle qi can be released, and many combat skills start from this. What he had just used was one of the combat skills that the Wren family had provided him with—the Flash Slash. Urging the body with battle energy, strengthening the body, breaking through the limits of the human body in an instant, and slashing a sword that cannot be caught by the naked eye.

Then the carriage shook violently, and the carriage jumped, and the frightened two horses neighed and ran. Blair paused, then took a few steps to catch up, galloped wildly, grabbed the rear headlights of the carriage and flipped it hard, and flipped over to the carriage. He leaned down and saw Wren sitting in the distance, arranging his clothes. He touched his head, grabbed the reins three times, and soothed the horse to slow down.

Through a few small holes between the driver and the carriage, he asked, "My lord, what happened just now?"

Wren's voice was firm and calm, "It's okay, keep going." ”

Is it really okay?

The sudden burst of momentum just now made Blair feel as if his heart was being squeezed by a big hand. Wren didn't want to say more, he didn't want to ask more, the stiff expression on his face softened, and he said with a smirk: "My lord, I'm level six." ”

"Oh?!", Wren raised his eyebrows, "This is a good thing, when I finish the matter at hand, I will accompany you to the capital for the sixth-level assessment." ”

After the knight level 6 assessment is successful, he can get the title and martial knight, and the empire will also issue the title of lord to encourage more strong people to go to the official registration and certification. The purpose of this is actually very simple, it is nothing more than to tie each other with interests and benefits, and when needed, these powerful people who have been certified and enjoy the privileges of the empire have reason and need to serve the empire.

There was nothing to say all the way, and when the carriage drove to the gates of Ortlenburg, several soldiers stopped the carriage and said, "The people in the carriage come down and be checked!"

Wren lifted the dark curtains from the car window and glanced out, and the soldiers raised their heads defiantly, ignoring Wren's face-brushing behavior.

Having just suffered a round of assassinations, the anger in Wren's heart was like a volcano, only temporarily suppressed by his reason. At this moment, in the face of these people's provocations, he couldn't help it.

He opened the carriage door and walked down, with a warm smile like a spring breeze on his face, his hands hanging down at his side, his right forearm slightly raised, across his waist, and the aristocratic temperament and upbringing were vividly expressed. Blair scolded angrily and stood beside Wren, "This group of dog mongrels actually dares to block the carriage of the city lord, do you want to die?"

Several soldiers entered the carriage and flipped over, and some of them spat on a mouthful of phlegm, which they deliberately disgusted Wren. After a few people came down, one of them pointed to Blair and asked, "Why are you injured, did you do something bad?"

Blair was about to return when Wren raised his hand to stop him.

He pulled out a white mitlet made of killer whale skin from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

Several soldiers looked at the glove, which was worth several years' salaries, a little dazed, not knowing what the city lord was doing, but Blair cracked his mouth and grinned.

"The Imperial Code of Orlando states that nobles may refuse to petition commoners for duels when they issue dueling requests. With a choked sound, Blair pulled out his long sword and held it in his hand, "Draw the sword!

Several soldiers were really stunned at this time, they didn't do this out of their original intentions, who had nothing to do and could think of tossing an imperial nobleman like the city lord? Isn't this an old birthday star who eats arsenic, and he thinks his life is long? It's just that there is an order from the peak, and these soldiers are also used to it in Ortrenburg, and they are not too afraid in their hearts, plus someone is carrying thunder, so they made a disgusting attack on Wren. In addition, they can't find any mistakes in these actions, there are pillars of smoke in the distance, and they do this to prevent someone from sneaking into the city by pretending to be the city lord, and even if they can't get their sore feet.

But I didn't expect this city lord to play cards a little out of the rules, why did he lose a glove?

Kent, who was hiding in the cave of the city gate, hurriedly ran out, smiling with a stupid face, "Oh, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, adult!"