The black-winged crow slid through the thorn forest, scattering a few feathers and landing beside the figure standing on the dead leaves. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yellowpaw gripped the man's defaced long sleeve, and the Raven hung his head cleverly, croaking in his ear. After saying that, it happily bit the piece of fresh meat handed by the man and swallowed it in a few clicks.

"The number of people is 19, the level does not exceed Lv15, and there is no ambush behind."

"Well done, old man."

The pale face had dark gray eyes, and the pupils reflected the Jungle Rogers, and the light was infinitely magnified towards a certain mark on their shoulders.

"It's Mattigal's man, can that stupid woman..."

He smiled meaningfully, and the sound of leaves suddenly sounding behind him, and he immediately restrained his laughter.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the dark crow on his arm spread out his black wings and flew upward, disappearing into the shade of the tree in an instant.

"Your stealth skills are getting better and better, dear Hannick."

As he spoke, the man pulled the corners of his stiff mouth, the movements of his hands were not slow at all, and the black light was entwined like a snake, spitting out letters on his fingertips.

Thin green vines burst out of the calm dead leaves, responding to the black light in the man's hand, and at the same time surging towards the comer.

The figure of the black shadow became illusory in an instant, and the cold light visible to the naked eye easily cut through the poison ivy that attacked, and the man saw that the situation was not good, so he waved his hand to signal the poison ivy to return to the ground.

"Go."

He smiled and spread out his hands, and the earth and rocks in front of him were instantly engulfed by the flames, and the rising flames were like waves, fiercely pounced on the black shadows that had nowhere to escape.

It seems that the poison ivy to attack the other party just now is an extra move, but it is actually to block the other party's actions.

The man had many experiences in fighting the Assassins, and he seized the opportunity to unleash a life-threatening "firestorm".

The moment the bright and yellow flames closed, the man saw the calm posture of the black shadow from the gap, and immediately frowned.

Ice-blue ripples burst through the flames, and large expanses of mist rose up, leaving only cracks that had been turned open and a few small devices in pitch black.

"Frost... trap?"

For the first time, the man showed a surprised expression, and looked back and forth directly between the gadget and the black shadow with interest, "Hannik, you are really a genius, the power of frost is difficult to store, although the power is still slightly insufficient compared to traditional trap guards, but..."

Before the praise was over, the other party unceremoniously rushed head-on, and the sharp claws flashed in front of him.

The light flashed, and the two figures staggered in an instant.

The dull sound of collision dispersed with the sparks, and the swift figure of the black shadow slowed down, and the "blade claw" in his hand was blocked by the sharp claws of the bright beast, and the two urged their strength, and the ground under their feet slowly sank.

"Compete with me?" The man's laughter was not loud, but it was unusually clear.

Druid's transformation skill "Werewolf Transformation".

A low roar swept in, the man's figure rising, the beast's hair poking out of the torn fabric, and the wolf's eyes gleaming green stared at the dwarf opponent in front of him.

Another axe, hidden underneath, silently swept into the werewolf's lower abdomen, but only pierced a little, and the blood slowly flowed.

The sharp blade was clamped by the opponent's strong muscles, as if stuck in steel.

The black shadow was unmoved, but there was a hint of deceit in the werewolf's eyes.

The wind roared violently, and the werewolf grasped the gap perfectly, and the shadow of the beast's claws enveloped the opponent's body, and it seemed that it was about to slice through the body.

The Assassin resolutely let go of the axe blade and sideways to dodge the attacking beast's claws, but the wolf's head above it had clearly been waiting for a long time, and the bloody mouth opened and bit down mercilessly.

Pale lightning suddenly surged from the handle of the axe blade that pierced the werewolf's side, and the subtle arc of lightning swam all over the body, and the werewolf's hair gradually stood up, and the fatal and rapid bite slowed down for a moment.

Unhurried, the other party stretched out his hand to the werewolf's chest, and a dark green pattern appeared from under the skin.

The demon in the pattern holds a short dagger, fangs and claws, evil and vicious.

The werewolf immediately stopped attacking, howled in pain and retreated, its tall figure quickly shrinking back to its original human form.

The hoarse howls subsided, and the shadow faded from the shadow to reveal a withered scarred face, younger than the druid in front of him.

The man was half-kneeling on the ground, his sweat-stained black hair clinging to his face, but the protruding chewing muscles from clenched teeth were still visible, as well as the hideously twisted corners of his mouth, and the man was obviously angry.

"You're just a dog."

Calmly walking up to the man, the Assassin coldly spat out a word, grabbed his long hair, and slammed his head on the dead leaves.

Blood trickled down the wound and sweat stuck to the scattered brown hair, and the druid burst into a maniacal laugh.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

"Yes, I'm a dog, but so are you, Hannick, except that you're the most loyal and wagging your tail at your master!"

He struggled to his feet, his laughter growing hoarse, "What's the matter, the Fallen are street rats who can only beg the demons to survive." ”

Without saying a word, the Assassin gently let go of his hand, and the druid slumped backwards, his swift legs flashing and kicking his head, spitting out a few bloody teeth that stained his face and a few dead leaves on the ground.

Then his blurred vision was enveloped by darkness, and he felt the bottom of a boot rub against his face.

"You're just a dog, a human demon, a homeless stray dog."

"Do you still think that you are a hero who has gone behind enemy lines? Take a pee on yourself, you're just garbage for everyone to beat. ”

"The light hates you, the darkness laughs at you, oh, while gobbling up Rog's flesh raw, while hypocritically crying and shouting to protect Rogge, it's awesome~ I couldn't find a funnier clown."

Hannik happily pulled out the axe that was stuck in his waist, meticulously pulled out the paper, and wiped the blood clean.

"Iwamoto, stop thinking about those stupid ideas, even if you return to Camp Rog, whether it is your little lover or the love of your heart, they will only abandon you and send you to the stake to purify evil."

"It's just a warning, and adults will see your little moves."

"A dog has to look like a dog.

With a single sentence, the Assassin kicked the druid, who had just gotten up, to the ground, and slowly walked away, disappearing back into the shadows in the distance.

After confirming that the other party was leaving, the dark crow hovering in mid-air flew down again, croaking next to the man who was limp like dead mud.

"Hey, damn it... I'm going to spare a dog."

"I don't feel humiliated anymore, why am I not dead yet, old man?"

Dead eyes moved to the crow to the side, the man gasped for breath with difficulty, and the poison ivy in the ground stretched out thin green strips to wrap around the wound on his waist.

"Actually, he's right."

His teeth trembled visibly, and a tear rolled out of the corner of his dry eye, quickly sliding down into the mud.