readx;? Lyle moved his fingers, a delicate silver badge jumping back and forth on his fingertips, this young man who can be favored by Yulia naturally has his characteristics, that is, he is not only a low-level mage, but also a great assassin, yes, a guy who practices magic and martial arts at the same time, and more importantly, Lyle's youth is very small, only 16 years old, a 16-year-old child, to become a great assassin, itself is a very surprising thing. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Yulia actually didn't know that Lyle had his own plans to enter the Chaos Order.

In the Stalker Chapter of the Grand Duchy of Miranda, where he originally served, Lyle, alias "Schubert", was an out-and-out eccentric, and his methods were already considered to be the top among assassins of the same level, but unlike other assassins, he never accepted mandatory tasks, to be precise, he only accepted those tasks to assassinate mages, and the success rate was quite high, some even called him "mage killer".

Of course, this is only a very small nickname, far less famous than Eleven's "Mage Killer", but being able to get this nickname is in itself a testament to Lyle's strength in the dark world.

This time he came to the Dragon Plains alone, not to travel, in fact, Lyle wrote all the suicide notes, and hid them in the tavern owner who knew him well, as long as he didn't come back within two years, the boss had the responsibility to build a tomb for Lyle somewhere in the Great Demon Cave.

For this reason, Lyle paid for the 1w5,000 tower gold coins he had accumulated in the past seven years, and the tavern owner who dared to take on this task was not an ordinary person, in fact, he himself was a retiring dark walker, and he could still do it quietly by entering the Great Demon Cave.

As for meeting Yuria, it was purely a coincidence, but Lyle was also happy to have this identity, and at least he could have access to a lot of information that he couldn't get on his own.

In the light of the spar lamp, Lyle pulled out his weapon from his boots, which were two blood-colored alien short swords, and rows of small flying knives overflowing with cold light, Lyle rolled up his sleeves, pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, and a bottle of inky liquid, and began to take care of his weapon.

As a great assassin, this kind of behavior of a guy who takes care of his own food naturally can't be sloppy.

But as Lyle rolled up his sleeves, a tattoo on his arm was revealed in the air. It was a strange pattern of lines of names, and in the movement of Lyle's arm, the lines of text seemed to be beating, making it difficult to distinguish the strokes.

Lyle's short sword is very peculiar, there are dark red blood grooves on both sides of the sword, even a mage with a strong shield, if stabbed by such a weapon, it will bleed clean within a few minutes, and the short sword handle also has four golden bracelets, which are placed next to the handle, once the finger is embedded in it, it can ensure that the weapon will not fall under any circumstances, and this design can also increase the lethality of the short sword when sliding and stabbing.

Every Assassin who has seen Lyle's weapon gasps and is shocked by Lyle's malevolent genius, but Lyle knows that it wasn't his design, but from someone who was about to fade into his memory.

The guy who grew up with him and never treated him as a servant, but treated him like a real brother.

He became an assassin, assassinated a mage, all for revenge, he swore a vow at the bedside of his dying father, this life is only for revenge, yes, he should have been a dead man, but at the last moment, the former master mother gave up her carriage to him and his father, and they were able to leave the manor that had turned to hell safely.

Lyle's eyes were filled with sadness and memories, which were precious memories, so after seeing the statistics of the White Stone Society, he rushed to the Dragon Plains as soon as possible, he knew something about the Pakan ruins from his father, who was once Pol Mogedding's childhood playmate, and he knew that if that person was still alive, he would definitely appear here!

That's the one who really inherited the last bloodline of the Mogding family!

Lyle... Little Lyle... Lyle Schubert Jr., who was the only one to survive the disaster at Mogedine Manor, and his father.

"Eliven Mogedin, take this life as a bet, I swear to avenge you!"

Yes, that's what that line tattoo is about.

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At the edge of the Dragon Plains, at the southern end of the Pakan Line, a not-so-large contingent was marching, but it was nothing compared to the huge black spots that received a batch of new people every day.

However, judging the threat of the enemy from the quantity, that is what only the weakest guys will do, and the real powerhouse, just by breath, can judge the true strength of these guys who are marching towards the territory of the empire.

"Those... A demon sorcerer?"

Standing high in the air, Elivan was like a god standing in the clouds, dressed in a gorgeous white robe, from his neck to his legs, two twisted golden rune patterns, like a blessed robe in the sunlight. The three arcane orbs floating above his head and shoulders, and the purple-gold lightning in his hand, all of this made him look like a mage among mortals at all.

Compared with Elivan, Andre in leather armor and Roman in purple and black robes are a little worse, but compared to Elivan's dust, these two are more like heroes in the world, especially Andrei's huge gauntlet on his arm, every movement, it is like a red flame beast moving, whether it is the ten sharp claw blades on the fingers, or the red volcanic spikes that continue straight to the back, they all represent the extraordinary nature of this weapon.

In fact, if you only talk about the material and casting process, this is already a proper artifact, after all, under the guidance of Claude, it has incorporated a lot of secret methods of forging in the Second Age, and the only thing that is lacking now is the spiritual blessing given by the master to it, or in other words, the lack of instrumental spirit.

In the face of Elivan's question, Roman frowned, thousands of meters in the air, the magic fluctuations from the guys on the ground were already faint, but he still felt a touch of familiarity from it.

Chaos, tyranny, gloomy, evil, filth.

Yes, almost exactly the same as the power he wields.

"Yes, they should be demon warlocks, but they are equivalent to apprentices who have just completed the assessment at most, and they are too far from the real demon masters!"

Roman stretched out his hand, and a small mass of condensed green evil energy gathered in his hand, and with the movement of his five fingers, the shape of the evil energy was constantly changing, just like a child's soft clay, not only did it not look evil, on the contrary, there was also an unexpected hint of cuteness.

"I only need to throw it lightly, and this small cloud of evil power will be enough to burn their bodies. (To be continued.) )

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