Assuma looked at the letter in his hand, slowly closed his eyes, something seemed to be flickering between his eyes, and said faintly: "This letter... I'm so impressed..."

Larsen let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand, and said, "Come, boy, come to me." ”

Assuma opened his eyes again, and his expression became playful: "If it weren't for the dagger in your arms, I might have believed it." ”

Larsen's eyes lit up, and he jerked out the dagger in his arms and attacked Ashuma.

Larsen was an out-and-out general back then, a first-class general on the battlefield, just like Bolton now, who could not only sit hundreds of miles away to strategize, but also personally put on armor to kill the enemy.

Although he was stabbed by Ashuma just now, and he also stabbed him in the liver, with his physique that has been fighting on the front line all year round, there is still a strong strength in his body, and in this extreme state of being hit hard, it further stimulates his fighting instinct, like an angry beast fighting back to the death.

However, as soon as Larsen took a step, he suddenly felt as if his chest was blocked by a boulder, and the wave of darkness came into view one after another, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Larsen thought that he was vomiting blood because of damaged organs, but he soon found that the blood he spit out gave off a strange smell of decay, and instead of spitting out a mouthful or two, it was constantly spilling blood from his mouth and nose, gushing more and more, and finally almost began to vomit blood.

Assuma smiled mysteriously, "Before going to bed, I gave you those wines... Is it delicious? ”

"Dog thing... Poison me?! Larsen resisted the urge to vomit blood, swung his knife forward, and fought with Assuma.

Assuma is only a clerk, he rarely comes into contact with swordsmen, and his martial arts are not even comparable to half a soldier, although Larsen was attacked and poisoned, but it is not something he can deal with.

Ashuma was cornered by Larsen's random knife, and in the end he could only parry left and right, and couldn't help but shout: "Hey! Help me! ”

The messenger, who had been kicked down by Larsen earlier, found a weapon in the room and attacked from behind.

"Poof!" Larsen was stabbed in the back, but fortunately did not hurt his spine, and the pain prompted an adrenaline rush that briefly suppressed the pain, causing him to roar like a raging bull and turn back to attack.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! - The emissary was clearly a master of the iron and gold, but Larsen's martial arts were even stronger in the fight, forcing him back in the midst of the onslaught.

As he cornered the messenger, Larsen flicked the curtain to obscure his vision, and while he was panicking, he stabbed the throat with surgical precision, the blade piercing the laryngeal bone and peeking through the back of the neck.

"Huh-" As Larsen pulled out his knife, the emissary's body slid down the wall and fell to the ground wrapped up in the curtains.

After Larsen killed the messenger, his body was already scarlet, and his blood-stained face was like a hideous demon, pressing towards Ashuma step by step.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Assuma opened the door and wanted to run, but just happened to collide with the guards who rushed in when he heard the sound.

When Assuma lost his balance, Larsen slashed out and directly chopped off his left arm, and the stump rose into the sky with a bloody arrow.

After putting down Assuma, Larsen's strength was already a little exhausted, and he staggered to the ground, covering his wound in pain, and his voice trembled unconsciously: "Hurry... Catch him... Catch it alive! Put him in a dungeon, and I'll have something to say in a moment! ”

"Heh... Hehehe..."Ashuma dipped his hand in the blood on the severed arm, put it to his nose as if intoxicated, sniffed it, slowly rubbed it on his fingertips, looked at the sticky blood lines and said, "You think I won't buy your guards before planning these things?" ”

Larsen looked up in astonishment, only to find that the two guards who rushed in were staring at him with an eerie cold glint in their eyes.

The two guards attacked in unison, and Larsen was already at the end of his crossbow, unable to parry, and when he was forced to the window, he was just about to break through the window for help, when a strangely angled blade stabbed through his chest.

Larsen looked over in disbelief, only to see that the messenger's "corpse" had stood up at some point, and the curtain curtain rolled up on his body slowly fell, revealing the face of the gloomy.

The messenger had a piercing wound in his throat, undoubtedly from Larsen just now, this wound was 100% fatal to a normal human, and there was no chance of survival, but he seemed to see it as if it were nothing. What's even more terrifying is that this is not a dying struggle before death, his arms are still calm and strong, and they are not affected by the fatal wound on his neck at all.

I saw that the wound on the messenger's neck had some writhing bloodshots, constantly intertwined and recombined, and even the destroyed white throat bone could be seen slowly growing, and finally blending with the blood.

When the neck wound closes, the fatal wound has completely healed and is restored.

This scene made Larsen completely stunned, in the 28 years he had been guarding the frozen fortress, he had seen all kinds of enemies of the outer clan, all kinds of strange powers or Gu techniques, but he had never seen this kind of "resurrection from the dead" technique, let alone any wound that could heal in such a short time, and there was not even a scar left.

At this point, Larsen seemed to realize something, and looked blankly at Assuma.

I saw Ashuma standing there gloomily, his right arm that had been severed before was still on the ground, but the broken arm on his body had long since stopped bleeding, and the muscle tissue was writhing and growing as if it had come to life, and finally even the belt bone grew into the shape of an arm!

The newborn arm was still small, like a newborn's arm, but it continued to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and according to the trend, I am afraid that it will grow into the original arm in less than an hour.

Assuma stroked the newborn little arm, his expression full of power fanaticism: "Larsen, don't say I didn't give you a chance. You could have thrown yourself into His arms with me, with the most alluring power in the world, and would never have ceased to be mortal, fearless of swords and axes, and would have no more life, old age, sickness, or death. ”

"The result? You stupidly refused all this and fell limply to the ground, like an old dog with its teeth plucked out... Don't blame me, Larsen, I used to be truly loyal to you, even grateful. ”

"It's just that I want to keep climbing up, and you're in the way."

Seeing Assuma take the knife from the messenger's hand, Larsen smiled miserably and hideously, and said faintly, "Garrot is right, you despicable Fago cubs are all rats, and you should be killed all of them. ”

"A lot of people want to kill us, but we still exist tenaciously in the world, and I think that's what makes us great," Ashuma said with a smile. ”

With that, Assuma stabbed Larsen into his body.

"Poof!"

The messengers and guards did the same, stabbing the mangled body with stabs and stabs.

"Poof! Poof! Poof! ...”

The cold wind howled outside, and the blood shadow shook inside the house...