The faint blue electric light released its own light wantonly and openly in the dark night. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And apart from the electric light that swirled in the night, there was silence at this moment.

Under this dazzling light, the young people watching the battle could no longer see the situation in the field.

They nervously tried to see through the light to see who had the upper hand.

The dark blue electric light continued to beat, blocking everyone's view.

After a long time, the electric light finally dissipated little by little, revealing its true face behind it.

I saw two figures still standing there.

And they were separated by this time.

Caesar and the silver-haired man on either side of the flank, their eyes full of surprise.

Caesar's left hand was already red with blood.

"Tick-tock", blood fell to the ground with his fingers running down his fingers. The moment the blood beads touched the ground, they were shattered in an instant.

Caesar didn't even look at his injured left hand.

The left hand hung down beside his body, and it looked like he could no longer use it.

On the other hand, the silver-haired man.

The black robe on his waist and abdomen was shattered, revealing some charred skin behind it.

A streak of blood was exposed, blood spilling down his body until it stained the entire side of his robe.

In the midst of the crisis, the silver-haired man dodged the sword that stabbed him in the abdomen.

In the end, it only hurt the lower back, not Caesar's sword.

The two are still competing against each other, and it seems that the winner is still inseparable.

The silver-haired man gritted his teeth, endured the stabbing pain in his waist and abdomen, and raised the long knife in his hand again.

Caesar, on the other hand, held a sword in his right hand and looked cautiously at the silver-haired man. The left hand drooped weakly, and it seemed to be a burden at this point.

The scene fell into a tense atmosphere again, and the battle was about to break out, and the two were about to fight together again.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps gradually sounded all around, and shouts from all directions from time to time.

Knowing this time, Caesar realized that the sound of battle that had come from the surroundings before had now all disappeared.

It seems that the battle is over.

From the shouts coming from all directions, Caesar could tell that in the end it was the caravan's escort that was victorious.

Eventually, the members of the convoy arrived one by one from different directions.

They either held flaming torches or shiny staffs. Everyone had their weapons in their hands, and some were wounded, apparently after a hard fight.

The guards who found Caesar and the others immediately surrounded and surrounded several people, especially the silver-haired man.

From the crowd, Needham, the leader of the convoy, stepped out. Next to him, Fast was also present.

"Moulton, Moulton...... Moulton? Are you alright?"

Fast seems to be looking for his son.

The moment he saw Moulton, he immediately rushed forward, grabbed the young man's shoulder and looked him up and down.

Morton didn't speak, just looked his father in the eye and shook his head silently.

Between the two of them, there seemed to be some strange light flickering.

"Who are you, who sent you?"

Needham pointed the knight's sword in his hand at the silver-haired man and asked sharply.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The silver-haired man burst out laughing, chuckling as he sheathed his knife and tucked his incomparably long knife into its scabbard.

He was still so calm and relaxed, as if someone else was surrounded at this time.

He tore a long strip of cloth from the cuffs of his robe and wrapped it as a bandage around the wound around his waist.

The guards surrounding the silver-haired man did not dare to make a move at will, and could only be vigilant and vigilant against his every move.

"It seems that the mission has failed, and there is really a young master hidden in your caravan......

The silver-haired man looked at the starry night, wondering if he was talking to himself.

After saying this, he sighed again:

"Alas, I'm cool today, so...... That's it. See you next time!"

With this sigh, the silver-haired man gave Caesar one last look.

Then his figure became shallower and shallower and shallower in front of everyone's eyes, and finally disappeared completely.

Caesar looked at the last place where the silver-haired man had disappeared and fell into deep thought.

From the appearance of the silver-haired man, to the final departure. Every action he made, every word he spoke, began to turn into images, rotating in Caesar's mind.

The expressions and actions of everyone present were seen by Caesar.

Caesar turned his head to look around, then at Manst, then at Needham, and finally at the young men who had just passed by the danger.

Especially the three people who fought directly with the enemy - Hozia, Morton, and Irene.

Just as Caesar was deep in thought, a somewhat nervous but gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"Are you alright, Mr. Caesar?"

I saw that Erin was looking at herself with a worried face.

At this time, Erin and the innocent appearance before are simply like two people.

The emerald green pupils shimmered with a tenderness like water, and the deep worry seemed to flow out at any moment.

She looked at Caesar's left hand, which was still bleeding, and quietly stretched out her small hand, as if to hold Caesar's left hand. But the outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and Erin looked at Caesar with some nervousness, as if asking for his consent.

Caesar didn't know what Irene was trying to do, but he didn't stop her.

After the battle just now, Caesar can be said to be extremely tired.

It's not that the exhaustion of energy comes from exhaustion.

Although most of the Hellthunder energy in his body was indeed consumed, the Flame that filled the same passage supplemented the Hellthunder's consumption in an extremely gentle way.

Although the Flame Energy is no longer a Saint Rank, it is also a quasi-Saint level. It is more than enough to make up for the combat consumption below the level of the Sword Sect and the Magister.

The exhaustion that Caesar felt was the exhaustion of the real body.

In the past, opponents were either too weak, and even if they only used the power of Hellthunder, they could easily solve it. Either it's too strong, or if you don't use it, your life will be threatened.

Many times, he had to use the power of the flame. It's been a long time since he's experienced a real technical duel like this.

Whether it is speed or strength, the silver-haired man is the absolute top existence in his class.

Even Caesar, when faced with him, had to use all his power under the operation of the prison mines.

Even so, it's still slightly inferior in speed.

This includes the last use of the transparent energy by the silver-haired man.

That transparent energy gave Caesar an extremely sharp feeling.

It made Caesar feel that the transparent energy of the silver-haired man attached to the long knife gave him a sense of oppression more than the long knife that sharpened iron like clay.

What kind of attributes that energy belonged to, Caesar didn't know.

It's just that it must have something to do with sharpness.

Such attributes, coupled with a sharp weapon, coupled with the skills of a silver-haired man, are really a perfect match.

Caesar believed that in time, the silver-haired man would become a true powerhouse, standing on the pinnacle of the entire continent.

I just don't know if he will always be on the opposite side of himself.

Seeing Erin holding his left hand, Caesar pondered the question in his heart:

Which side does the silver-haired man belong to?

What exactly does he want to do?

What exactly is the purpose of these people?

And what secrets are hidden in this chamber of commerce?

Caesar's instincts were telling him that things weren't that simple.

It seems to be just a robbery by a group of thieves, but in fact, the center of all the problems is on the Fergus family.