The cold moonlight was obscured by a dark cloud, capturing all the light, splitting the white sky in the distance, and the lonely darkness finally gave up ruling this wonderful world, leaving behind a mess of blood and fire.

Amis looked up suspiciously, her numb legs constantly reminding her that she was still alive, but the voice in her ears was like the call of death, denying this fact.

"Then you're useless. ”

The cold tone echoed in her ears, she blinked, her eyes full of temptation were only blank, and she saw that the cold eyes were colder than the cold wind, and the rolling darkness was comparable to the darkness that had not yet faded, and the light was entangled with each other, and she would never give up.

And under the eyes, the thin lips opened and closed, and one cold word after another came out of them, without any murderous aura, but she was sentenced to death.

"You're damned. Jin Li said.

"No!" exclaimed Amice, she didn't want to die, she really didn't want to die, she hadn't had enough of this rich and luxurious life, she hadn't enjoyed enough of this drunken and corrupt life, so how could she die.

"I'm Amy, a half-saint assassin, I'm still the master of Duke Ruskin's palace, I control the operation of the entire outer city of Paulol, I'm still a spy of the cat clan, what do you want to know? I can tell you anything you know, I'm still a beautiful woman"

The more Amis spoke, the faster she spoke, the faster she spoke, for fear that if she said a word late, she would lose her effect in Jin Li's eyes and be killed.

"I can, I can give everything for you, give everything"

This is a half-saint assassin, this is known as the most forbearant profession, but decades of noble life have corrupted that bit of pride, and reduced to a waste that kneels and prays without dignity!

The disappointment in Jin Li's eyes became heavier and heavier, originally he thought that his Light Envoy would have one more contract beast, but now it seemed that it could only be impossible.

God doesn't need a dog with no dignity at his feet, at least a wolf, a ferocious wolf!

A column of water in his hand was clenched, the ice cube appeared, the sharp ice blade appeared inch by inch, the frost white appeared, the cold that froze the soul spread instantly, and a layer of white frost condensed on the ground.

"The Frost Divine Age, even if you die under the power of ice, it can be regarded as worthy of you. ”

Jin Li muttered, raised the ice blade in his hand, and the darkness in his eyes deepened into a cold pool, and the wisps of cold air were bubbling with cold air.

Ruskin's Duke's Palace, Ruskin Ni stood in front of the huge door, and his front and back were densely surrounded by private soldiers of the Duke's Palace in armor, waiting for the battle, and a wave of slaughter filled the air.

On the other side, the half-saint stood with his hands down, his eyes half-closed, and a fiery red magic robe flashed red, and the scorching aura tightly wrapped around him within three steps.

Behind him, hundreds of magicians were equally silent, their yellow, blue, red, and blue magic robes swaying in the morning light with the cold wind.

"Great Magician Stro, I don't know what to do so early?" Ruskin Ni asked aloud with a solemn face, he didn't fail to see the seriousness of this situation, after all, the tragedy of the Kebin Fusi Auction House ten years ago is still vivid, although I haven't seen it, and I don't have a few words about it in my memory, but for such a big thing, as the first eye of the Sansheng Mercenary Group, collecting information has become an instinct.

Stro raised his head, his eyes flashed with fire, and without saying a word, he raised his hand hidden in his sleeve and raised it slightly.

The atmosphere suddenly tightened, and everyone's eyes "brushed" on that hand, half worried, half expectant.

"Kill!"

Stro spoke lightly, without a trace of emotion, and his hand was gently lowered, very slowly but very resolutely.

Hundreds of magic staff were raised high, and the fine spells murmured and buzzed, and one after another magical elements appeared from the void, converging, and waves of magic fluctuations appeared, converging together, turning into a magical frenzy, earth-shattering.

"Stro Demi-Saint, what are you going to do? This is the Duke of Ruskin's Palace, the logistics center of the giant city of Cosmo, are you trying to sabotage the plan to defend against the Orcs? Are you going to be a sinner for humanity?"

I have to say that Ruskin Nee's words are very skillful, and in two simple sentences, Stero's behavior is led to a great plan to resist the orcs, if the most hated creatures of human beings now, the orcs can definitely be ranked in the top ten, it can be said that it is equivalent to killing the father, killing the son, killing the wife, and destroying the monstrous hatred of his whole family, it can be said that if someone wants to resist the orcs, even if it is the Holy See of Light, they will all be torn apart in an instant.

However, what is this in the eyes of Stro, who was ordered to kill by Lordor Fasheng?

Can you live your own life against the orcs?

Strand didn't hesitate for half a second, the fiery red robe on his body flashed with a little gilt, and a trace of fiery red silk thread drilled out of it, flew into the air, and condensed into a fireball the size of a human head.

Immediately after, the three mages standing behind Stro also condensed three orbs of different colors in mid-air at the same time.

"Return!"

A low cry suddenly sounded, as if the king had given an order, not to be disobeyed.

Hundreds of magic staff instantly transformed into four phalanxes, one fiery red, one aqua blue, one earthy yellow, and one wind blue.

The expensive mages at the end of each one erupted with a blinding light, connecting in one and rushing towards the four balls in front of them.

Ruskin Ni took a deep breath, it was no longer a question of offense, it was already a matter of life and death.

The Heart of the Four Elements, a large-scale group annihilation magic, increases the magic power of the magician who presides over the magic array by one level out of thin air, that is to say, under the auspices of Terthro, next, the four spheres in front of him will become a forbidden spell that destroys the world and destroys the world.

"Up, interrupt them!"

Ruskin Ni roared, his body leaned out first, turned into a streamer, and rushed out, bringing up a series of afterimages, stepping on a series of sonic booms in the air, and the powerful strength of the Nine Day Warrior was revealed in a wave of his hand.

When the private soldiers behind him heard the little duke's order, they rushed out, grabbed their weapons, and rushed towards the magicians standing under the four colorful balls of light.

"I can't help myself. Stero raised his eyes indifferently, said disdainfully, raised his hand gently, and slowly put it in front of him, and with a "pop", a fiery red barrier spread out from his palm, firmly enveloping the entire magician team.

The blessing of the flame, the second-order high-level, condenses the power of the flame, turns into a canopy, and shelters the faithful believers of the flame, and is one of the few magic spells in the fire system with protective ability.

"Bang Bang Bang"

A sword qi swept in front of the barrier, causing ripples, and the barrier was visibly concave to the naked eye, the rich red color quickly faded, and a feeling of rupture appeared in the hearts of everyone who looked at the barrier.

However, they were disappointed.

The fire elemental swarmed the moment it was recessed, like a moth to a fire, thrown into the barrier, the barrier was like a terminally ill old man being redeemed by the gods, and it was restored in an instant, and the piece of the restored barrier that was hit emitted a dark red light, obviously, its protective ability was more than one layer higher.

"Damn it!"

Cursing viciously one after another, the powerful private soldiers turned ugly one by one, and the magic barrier in front of them seemed to be more powerful than expected, and it seemed that it could withstand the attacks of so many people, and it seemed that it was far from reaching its limit.

Among the private soldiers, several commander-level people glanced at each other, and their eyes flashed with fierceness at the same time.

"Attack in turn!"

"Yes!"

Almost instantly, the private soldiers formed a small group, gathered together, and raised the big sword in their hands at the same time, hundreds of angry bursts rang out, and the brilliant sword qi rose into the sky, turning into a two-meter sword, and slashed down angrily in a loud shout.

"Boom!"

There was a boom, the barrier trembled, and countless ripples appeared.

"Come again!"

There was another explosion, and the sword qi rushed into the sky, falling with a bang, and a loud bang broke out.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sword qi rotated, like a huge saw, bombarding the barrier without stopping, the barrier trembled, the dark red color faded in an instant, turning into a pale, and the tiny cracks climbed up, densely covering the entire barrier.

However, in the next moment, the tide of fire elements poured in rapidly, and all the crevices were healed in a thousandth, intact as before, and the color was darker and more mixed, and even an ignorant toddler could see that his protection had risen to a higher level.

"Stop!"

Ruskin Ni's face changed, his eyes flashed with a gloomy look, and a layer of darkness loomed, and he turned and roared, roaring to stop the earth-shattering rumble.

"What's the matter, little duke?" asked a private, who seemed to be of high status.

"Go back. Ruskin Ni waved his hand, his gloomy eyes almost melting, "This is not a way, it can't be broken!"

"I don't believe it. ”

"Yes, little duke, give us a little more time, and we will definitely break it. ”

"Surely we can give us a little more time, little duke. ”

The noise resounded among the private soldiers, filled with dissatisfaction and resentment.

Ruskin Ni's face was ugly, probably this was the first time that a private soldier was disrespectful, and he said word by word: "You can't break it." ”

"We're going to break!"

Once again, Ruskin Ney said, "You can't break it!"

This time, the private soldiers were silent, they turned their heads, looked at the dark red barrier, and bitterness swelled in their hearts, yes, they can't break it, how can they not know when they have cultivated to this point?

"But what about these magicians?, can we just let them chant magic in front of the Duke's Palace, and repeat the mistakes of ten years ago!" the private soldier retorted angrily, the sword in his hand was clenched tightly, and his eyes were very unkind, in his opinion, as a young duke, this kind of disregard for the safety of the Duke's palace was very shameful.

For the little duke, it may be said that the duke's palace is just a home, a place where power may be held, and its existence and disappearance will not have the slightest impact on the person in itself, but for a private soldier, the duke's palace is his home, in order to ensure loyalty, his relatives must live in the duke's palace, whether they are born or die, they are in that small courtyard, so to a certain extent, the world center of the private soldier is the duke's palace, and the duke's palace is gone, which means that the world is gone.

"Little Duke, you ought to know what we're standing behind us! don't blame us for committing the crime, do you really want to do this!"

The shouts and rebukes left no emotion, and every word slammed into Roskin's face, shattering his face as a little duke to the ground.

"I have my own purpose!" Ruskin Ney said lightly, with a cold face.

"Purpose?" a chuckle came from the private soldier, "your purpose? Is there anything else to your purpose besides escaping?

The sky gradually became clearer, and the cold sun persisted for ten years to wake up the residents of Bolol City again and again, and the hard-working people took to the streets one after another, and the lively atmosphere once again swept the entire Bolol City.

Except, the Duke's House of Ruskin.

Thousands of citizens who had disturbed their dreams gathered together and looked at the strange scene in front of them with a little puzzlement.

Hundreds of magicians chanted in a low voice in a fiery red light mask, and the four suspended balls of light above grew larger and larger, and the four powerful but not oppressible coercion permeated all around, and there was a feeling of being stuck in a pool of water.

On the opposite side, hundreds of private soldiers from the Earl of Ruskin were waiting for them, their swords unsheathed, and the strong swordsmen were uncertain, but with a look of grief and indignation on their faces, they were looking at the figure half-surrounded by them with a look of disgrief.

Then, a series of eyes fell on the figure, and the one who explored was revealed, and everyone was guessing who the man who became the center was.

Who is it?