readx;? The so-called assassination must be something combined with countless conspiracies, countless transactions, and countless deaths, and from the moment it was born, the blood on its back is a backing that cannot be washed at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, all assassinations, most of the time, are carried out in darkness and haze, and most of those assassinations that can be exposed to broad daylight are eventually transformed into earth-shattering events.

Elivan felt that he was doing something big now, but he didn't have the slightest sense of what an assassin should have, after all, it was Eleven's thought that he would not die so easily, and after fulfilling his first agreement with Rodinall, he still had a long way to go, so long that he might not remember the old man who died because of him today.

And to be honest, he deserves to die, doesn't he?

"In the face of hundreds of thousands of old and weak women and children, they can ruthlessly issue extermination orders, Mr. Rogge, when you led your soldiers to kill the remnants of Bay City, did you ever think that at some point in the future, someone would deal with you in the same despicable way?"

The trophy in Elivan's hand slipped silently, and the delicate and beautiful inverted triangle trophy that had been endowed with countless labels and colors by the White Stone Society of the Northern Frontier was like a meaningless ornament, falling from mid-air, replaced by a silvery-white one, covered with dense magical runes, and inlaid with a purple crystal that had been polished into the tip of a spear.

His other hand grabbed Rogge's arm, as high as 75 points of strength, although it was much lower than the sword wielder, but at least, under this pull, Rogge, the black lion who was the top sword wielder, drew his sword and blocked it for a second, and he was about to be torn apart by the storm dragon spear flying out of the void, but there was no fear on Rogge's face, because he knew that the Sky Sword Saint who had been staying by his side would not die and be killed.

Duke Boomer really didn't want to see Rogge die on the spot, because Rogge was no longer just an experienced veteran general in today's empire, he had almost become a symbol, even among the top echelons of the Empire's sharpest sword and hussar knights, there was no shortage of Rogge's disciples and former subordinates.

So whether it is public or private, Rogge can't die, at least not here!

But since Elivan was ready to assassinate in broad daylight, how could he be interfered with by Boomer, the moment Gungnir in his hand appeared, the body of his gun began to gather a crazy flashing blue-purple electric light, and when Boomer's hand was on the hilt of the "Sky Blade", a thumb-thick thunderbolt had already slashed straight down from the sky.

"Give me... Fuck off!"

"Poof!"

What kind of wound can be caused by being hit by the storm dragon spear, Elivan finally saw it with his own eyes, with the blessing of the brute force that the top defenders couldn't believe, the spiral spear head only stayed in the layer of fighting qi ignited on the surface of Rog's body for less than a second, and it pierced through that thick layer of fighting energy, as well as three absolute top-level magic shields, and at this time, Claude, who had just stepped out of the void, held the dragon spear with one hand, shook it slightly, lifted it upwards, and finally sent it forward.

In just three movements, the phantom of the vivid black rose was imprinted on Rogge's body.

Although there is a top-level chain mail made by a top dwarf master craftsman, and a magic necklace that can save a life in a critical moment, the most orthodox top-level knight combat skills from the Second Age still ruthlessly shattered all the pride of the Third Age at this moment, when a drop of blood-stained dragon spear head stabbed out of Rogge's chest, this top sword-wielder who believed that he would not die, the surprise on his face had not yet dissipated, but his eyes had lost their previous brilliance.

"I said, it's not a personal vendetta, but you really deserve to die!

Eleven's hand was slowly withdrawn, and Claude turned into a shadow again when he succeeded, and entered the spirit card that Elivan had hidden in his pocket.

"Bang!"

Rogge's almost torn body fell to the podium, which immediately caused an exaggerated and frightened wail from the originally lively crowd like a vegetable market, and the originally orderly crowd rioted in an instant, and the sound also reacted to the strong people who were shocked by what happened in these few seconds.

"Woo Woo Woo"

The sword was unsheathed, and the rhythm of magic began to reverberate in the air.

Duke Boomer, who had just regained his mobility under the paralysis of thunder and lightning, turned into a stream of wind and blocked Eleven's back.

McCain, a member of the seven-member council who rushed to attend the ceremony, each appeared in the hands of a ball of flame that was even more exaggerated than Elivan's fire blast technique, and the arcanist shouted with a gloomy expression,

"I don't know why you're crazy, but you have nowhere to escape!"

Elivan brushed his slightly disheveled hair, and before the Flame Thorn threw out the first magic, the whole person took a step back, and in the fierce sword wind of Duke Boomer, the light in the sky was split, and Elivan had disappeared from the spot.

But before he left, the strange tone and terrifying words were left in the ears of everyone on the podium.

"I can hear the voice of your death! Good luck to you, everyone. ”

There was silence on the rosy-laid out podium, Duke Boomer's face was already gloomy to the extreme, he ignored the spilled blood, picked up Rogge's mutilated corpse, and looked at McCain with a sneer,

"Shiraishikai, you're good!"

"Wait, Mr. Boomer, listen to us..."

McCain made a weak retention, but Duke Boomer is also a sword saint after all, and he is still a sword saint who specializes in sky fighting energy, and that speed is not much worse than ordinary teleportation skills, so in the blink of an eye, Duke Boomer and Rogge have already disappeared.

"Go check! You bunch of garbage! Go check for Lao Tzu!"

McCain couldn't remember exactly how many times he had been angry in the past two days, but this time his anger was especially serious, and his whole body was full of irritable magic, which even made the great magus around him can't help but take several steps back.

"If I can't escape this catastrophe!

To hell with McCain's presence of such a thing, what arcanist's demeanor, what kind of strong man's dignity, to hell with it, if it is really because of Rogge's death, there is a rift between the White Stone Society and the Empire, then let alone him as an arcane master from a civilian background, even if it is the current honorary president, Silver Shadow, will be mercilessly taken out as a scapegoat by the Third Sage. (To be continued.) )