On the premise of deliberately avoiding the crowd, Lanlos walked into a strange and silent corner, and wondering if he was thinking about the possibility of getting lost, he finally stopped and slowly surveyed the dim and narrow space.

There was no sound except for the bleak breeze. The whole atmosphere, a little eerily quiet.

A worn-out canvas floated in the wind, Lanlos subconsciously avoided it sideways, and at the moment when the canvas passed by him, a vague shadow shot out from the shadow, and the tricky angle was just hidden by the canvas!

Scold!

The sharp blade easily sliced through the rags, and the faint light of the knife struck Lanloth's throat unabated.

Years of combat experience have given Lanloth an excellent stress response, and he doesn't need his brain to give instructions, and his body subconsciously falls backwards, letting the sharp blade rub against the tip of his nose.

With a snort, the mage lifted his foot and kicked it. The whipleg attacked, and the comer had to stop the attack and turn around to dodge. However, the dexterity of his skills once again surprised Lanross.

Taking advantage of the mage's counterattack and being restrained by the remaining momentum, the man stepped forward and sent the blade in his hand forward once again.

There was no way to avoid it, and Lanlos had to raise his left hand to activate Cwure's shelter.

The arm wrapped in dark metal was like a pitch-black lightning bolt, and in the surprised gaze of the other party, it grabbed her wrist directly.

The two of them stopped their movements at this moment in a very tacit understanding, and Lanloth had time to take a closer look at the elven stalker wrapped in pitch-black leather armor.

Although her clothes and scarves completely obscured her graceful physical features and features, the long blonde hair that broke through the hood and fluttered gently in the wind was recognizable.

"Little girl, the way you greet you is too exciting, isn't it?"

The slender golden eyebrows twitched slightly, and the assassin's free left hand pulled out a short sword out of nowhere, stabbing it into Lanloth's armpit like lightning. This speed and strength is no joke.

Lanlos's face froze, and he immediately let go and retreated. Knowing that the opponent would not miss such an opportunity, he immediately flicked his leg forward and took the opponent's calf directly.

However, the Assassin seemed to understand his thoughts, and leaped to his feet almost as soon as he stretched out his feet, and the whole person rushed into his arms like cannonballs.

Although the woman's graceful and graceful figure is imaginative, the sharp blade that broke through the wind completely cut off all ambiguous reverie.

Without hesitation, the Instant Frost Nova immediately exploded at Lanloth's feet. Boosted by the cold wind, the white mist instantly engulfed the woman's body.

However, the ice crystals had just appeared on her, and a jet-black streamer enveloped her body, and the magic was instantly devoured by it.

Cloak of Shadows?!

Surprise was fleeting on his face, and seeing that the other party was unyielding, Lan Luos smiled helplessly, and actually stepped forward under the woman's frightened gaze. But before the sharp blade in his hand could cut through the delicate face full of confidence, Lanlos disappeared.

A whistling ensued.

The speed that could not be caught with the naked eye set off a strong wind that seemed to cut through the skin, and the Assassin immediately restrained his attack, crossing his hands in front of him. Almost at the end of the blade dance, she immediately turned around as she landed on her feet.

Lanlos didn't look back, just waved his arms vigorously in a sigh.

"Ahh

There was only one exclamation, and the assassin fell to the ground as he turned around. Keeping his eyes on her feet, a sturdy rope didn't know when it was tightly binding.

"After all these years, do you express how much you miss me in this way?" Lanros turned, and the activation rope dissipated into a wisp of smoke, "Valera. ”

The assassin paused at the call, then pulled down the face towel, revealing his delicate face. Compared with the past, she has faded away from her immaturity and added an alluring charm like a ripe peach. Especially under the prominence of tights, the bumpy hot body firmly attracts the attention of others.

However, the slightly pouting annoyed expression showed her childish side, and the combination of the two seemed contradictory, but in fact it had a different flavor.

"I didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, you have grown so big. Looking at this well-rounded tight-clad girl, Lan Luos couldn't help shaking his head, his words full of emotion and vicissitudes.

However, since he had just looked himself up and down with that torch-like gaze without scruples, Valera was obviously mistaken, covering her chest with both hands, and while taking a half step back, she did not forget to cast a disgusted and vigilant glare at the other party: "Shameless!"

"......" Lan Luos looked helpless, remembering that some men did have thoughts in his heart, he struggled for a long time, and finally didn't take the time to excuse and explain, "Ahem, then again, where is that guy from Serris?" can you take me to him?"

"Why should I help you?" Valella clasped her hands to her chest, her face full of disdain for Lanros' avoidance.

"Although we haven't seen each other for so many years, who of us is with whom......"

"Phew, don't act like we're related. ”

"Isn't it? I've always kept the bits and pieces of the past in my mind, you know? I was so happy to see you come to me. Lan Luo once again played the essence of the play, and the appearance of tears was more real than real money.

"Hmph, self-inflicted. Although it seemed that something was wrong, Valera's ears were faintly pink, as if to hide her inexplicably accelerated heartbeat, she stared, without the slightest intention of saving face for the other party: "It's just that someone reported that there was a suspected exile Querdo Reggae sneaking in with the crowd, so I came to arrest you." ”

The atmosphere was a little embarrassing, who is Kelan Luos? The thickness of his face is probably even the walls of Silver Moon City.

"In that case, you should have caught me. As he spoke, an activation rope had bound Lanloth's hands. Looking at such a 'self-conscious' elven mage, Valera recalled the embarrassment of the fall she had just made, and suddenly became angry, and opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't find the right words for a while, so she could only stomp her feet angrily and turn away without looking back.

"Hey, it's not appropriate to leave the 'prisoner' aside?!" Lanlos couldn't help but laugh, but his body followed her honestly.

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The Murder Trail, even after many years, is still so calm here.

Following Valella into the building, where the doors were open and not at all discreet, Lanlos kept looking at the intricate structure and decoration inside.

The current Shadow Walker is not the petty sewer organization of the past, and it is not difficult to see from Valera's words that this underground party in the shadow of Silvermoon City has not only helped the Quel'Salas government eliminate corrupt officials, but has even interfered in the defense of the city to a certain extent.

Therefore, at least in terms of status, the Shadow Walker may be able to compete with the Law Breaker.

The methods of that kid are really amazing.

However, from other aspects, an underground organization integrating espionage, secret agents, and water meter checks has actually grown in such a short period of time. Obviously, the interior of Silvermoon City is indeed not as bright and clean as it appears on the outside.

In addition to the atmosphere of the Shadow Walker's stronghold, which surprised Lanros, there was another thing that also interested him.

From the moment she entered the door, Valera's expression was very serious. Whether it was the seemingly idle homeless man at the gate, or the stalker who came and went in the hall to talk in a low-key manner, they all cast a condensed and complex gaze at her very tacitly.

There was no need to speculate too much, the familiar malice and scrutiny made Lanlos look at the girl's back with some doubts and emotion in his eyes.

Although he doesn't have a deep relationship with Valera, he still knows the character of this little girl better. Her tragic background makes it difficult for her to trust the people around her, and this maverick has been evident many years ago.

Coupled with the competitive spirit and vindictive spirit shown in the battle just now, this must be able to handle social relations, then it is called hell.