The aura that diffused from the man in the demon mask made Merlin Avery frown deeply.

If this person was just a senior mentor-level molten gold warrior just now, now he has become an ancient immortal species that only exists in the legendary classics - the vampire clan. Avery had seen a portion of the vampire race on a particularly tattered and dirty parchment scroll, a despicable race that turned its back on the light, with a long life, quick movements, and a strong fightability that could not be matched by even the most advanced molten warriors in the dark of night.

This race may have only one drawback, and that is the sun, and the punishment of the golden sun will damage them physically and mentally, weaken their strength, or even destroy them directly. Basking in the golden sunlight that shone from above the sky, Avery felt the doubts in his heart unabated.

Victor's experience is indeed profound, which helps him judge the other party's situation at the first time, "It's a night potion, a very remote alchemy potion, a clumsy imitation of identity and true strength." He described it as succinctly as possible, "Using the Night Elixir as a cover, that guy is ready to show his true strength." ”

How difficult it is to deal with a senior mentor with all his strength, Avery knows very well in his heart. Despite his young age, he had seen several fierce battles between his mentors, and his vigilance was even greater than that of Victor's leader.

As soon as the man in the demon mask lifted his leg, Avery immediately activated the frost field attached to the Frost Emperor's ring, and at the same time stepped back, leaving the main battlefield to the leader of Victor.

Fierce battles began again, this time with Victor as the leader on the defensive. The man in the demon mask appeared to be a real demon, and he swam around the leader of Victor and attacked, his steps dizzying, and he swung his blade into a storm that spread death.

In contrast, the Victor Leader's movements are much more clumsy, but the experienced Resistance Leader chooses the style of battle that suits him best. He held a serrated short sword in each hand, cautiously parryed every attack of the opponent, and almost completely gave up the intention of counterattacking, even if the opponent showed a big flaw, he would never take advantage of the gap to counterattack.

In the face of this stubborn opponent, the man in the demon mask changed several tricks in a row, but they all failed. At first, he tried to break Victor's defense with a storm of fierce advances, and if it was a one-on-one duel, he could certainly achieve his goal, but Avery disrupted the man's attack rhythm with two precise frost rays, giving Victor a precious respite.

Then the man in the demon mask changed the rhythm of his attack, and after a series of dazzling tricks, it was an extremely vicious and ferocious stab. Victor's leader did not dodge the thrust, and due to the difference in strength between the two sides, he simply could not dodge.

The only thing Victor's leader could do was activate the Repulsive Shield with all his might, let the blade stab into his chest, and then the two serrated daggers slashed crosswise, forcing the man in the demon mask to quickly retreat.

The blade pulled out of Victor's chest, bringing up a stream of blood, but the wound healed in an instant. Avery quietly approached the back of Victor's leader and catalyzed a whole bottle of cyan steel solution. A mist glowing with a faint blue light surrounded the two of them, adding a bit of suspense to the battle that had already come to an end.

Seeing the time pass minute by minute, the man wearing the demon mask couldn't help but feel a little more anxious in his heart. The Night Elixir can help him disguise his identity when he is in full swing, but it also makes him disturbed by the sun.

It's not really a distraction, it's just a matter of making people's emotions more volatile. Replaced by an academic mentor with a slightly less experienced combat experience, he must have turned into a cold corpse by now, but the leader of Victor was extremely good at grappling under disadvantaged conditions, until the sound of noisy footsteps was heard not far away, and the man in the demon mask still failed to achieve a decisive victory.

"Who? By order of His Excellency the Consul, it is forbidden to fight privately during martial law!" a loud voice shouted, followed by the sharp and piercing tone of the brass whistle from several directions. The man in the demon mask spat in annoyance, put away the silver blade, and jumped backwards, the two short swords of the leader of Victor were almost no threat to him.

A group of heavily armed sheriffs appeared at the other end of the street, armed with lead foil armor, pneumatic rifles, and bayonets instead of their usual thick coats, short sticks, and shields. The sheriff at the head was a high-ranking molten gold warrior with sharp and calm eyes, and when he saw the man wearing the demon mask, he raised his right hand and motioned for his colleagues to stop and raise their guns on alert.

"The night of the carnival is long gone, Master Mentor, please take off your mask and reveal your identity. ”

The man in the demon mask sneered, and the sheriff's cautious response completely deprived him of the possibility of a surprise attack and a horrific massacre. In front of a dozen pneumatic rifles, he had to delay at least three minutes before he could deal with these sheriffs. However, the noise coming from all directions was rapidly approaching, and it might not take more than two minutes for a whole company of City Guard soldiers to appear here.

"You're really lucky, Iron Master, and I hope that the next time we meet, there won't be so many idle people waiting to watch. ”

The man's slightly mocking voice disappeared into the shadows along with his figure, and the sheriffs opened fire, and the lead bullets rained down like a shower of fire on the place where the man had disappeared, crackling and making a hole in the wall. Under the command of the leader, they advanced step by step, and after three rounds of continuous firing, they had surrounded Avery and the leader of Victor in the middle.

"Are you alright, Master Iron?" the sheriff leader nodded in salute, then glanced in the direction where the man had disappeared, "We got the news that you and your companions had been attacked, so we rushed over immediately, and also notified the City Guard patrols. I assure you, that guy definitely doesn't have a chance to strike a second time!"

"It doesn't matter to us, Lord Sheriff, it's the Apothecary's Guild that matters. Avery frowned, his face not softened by the sheriff's assurance, "The trap I put in my private safe was touched and blew up half of the tower, and now my main concern is what the loss of the Apothecary's Guild will be?

A series of two questions made the sheriff leader's smile stiffen a little, and he scratched his hair with some embarrassment, "Master Iron, after I got the news of your attack, I brought someone over, the leader of the Bruce branch is in charge of the Apothecary Guild, I can send someone to inquire about it......"

"No, don't bother, we'll have to go to the Apothecary's Guild to check on the situation and clean up the mess. Avery waved his hand, showing the unworldliness of a young genius, "I hope there's still some of my hard work left, well, of course, it would be nice to have the thief leave something behind." ”

The sheriff leader shivered as he looked at the Apothecary's Guild Tower, which was half of the spire missing, "In my opinion, that hapless thief probably won't be able to leave anything." The power of your alchemy trap is really terrifying, even a mentor-level molten gold warrior, it is difficult to escape without preparation in advance. ”

"That thief is certainly no ordinary mentor ......" Avery muttered before turning his head towards Victor's leader, "How's that, Mr. Victor, is there anything else that prevents you from getting in the way?"

"The muscles of the right arm were partially severed, and although the injury was recovered in time with the Qinggang potion, it was still a little useless. Victor moved his arm and replied with a solemn face, "I'm afraid I won't be able to cope with the assassin of that level just now." ”

"Your Excellency the Consul has issued orders to the city guards, magistrates, adventurers, and mercenaries of Coventry, that we are obligated to keep the Iron Master safe and escort him wherever he is needed. "Rest assured, we will be able to escort you safely to the Apothecary's Guild and join the sheriff's team there." ”