Merlin Avery ran as fast as he could, his legs glowing pale green from the knee down. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Victor Leader is half a step behind to serve as a guard, and he also uses the swift technique of alchemy.

The figures of the two men swept through the streets like an almost gust of wind, through the bazaar, and shook off the crowd. Just as the Apothecary's Tower was already in sight, the leader of Victor suddenly let out a warning whisper, and with a sliding step, he overtook Avery and a pair of extremely sharp serrated short swords crossed in front of him.

A sonorous metallic resonance, a sharp and piercing tone, the serrated dagger locked onto a blade that stabbed out of the void. The blade flipped over, and the cold light was shining, and Victor's wrists trembled violently, and he was almost freed from the blockade by the blade.

However, the battle of wrist strength ended in a draw, and the Assassin who was hidden in the void gradually revealed his true colors. No, it wasn't true, and what appeared in front of Victor's leader was a tall, lanky man with a carnival demon mask on his face, wrapped in an all-common ordinary adventurer's cloak.

"You're not here, Iron Master. The man spoke slowly, his voice soft and cold, with a strong hint of mockery, and his gaze did not fall on Victor at all. "This street is temporarily closed due to public affairs, so please take a different route. ”

Avery looked at the empty street behind the man and shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "Alright, Victor, let's follow the advice of this gentleman who is enthusiastic about public affairs and go to the Apothecary's Guild instead." ”

Victor nodded with a smile, his dagger loosening the blockade as he slid back. Although the man wearing the demon mask could not see his expression, his body movements were visibly stiff, and then when he spoke, his voice became even more cold and vicious, and the softness was no longer visible.

"You really don't know how to be humorous, Iron Master, and honestly, I don't like people as boring as you. ”

"Ah, that's great, and I don't like people who are too enthusiastic about public affairs, especially the ones that smell of blood. Avery smiled and continued the battle of words, as if he wanted to stall more than the man in the way. "You're not a butcher, are you? There's a little market near the Apothecary's Guild, I've been to ...... twice."

"That's enough!" the man snapped, his eyes burning with hatred behind the mask, "I advise you to think about your situation, Iron Master, for your safety, the Apothecary's Guild doesn't need to go, and a few of my friends are doing a big cleaning there." ”

"Sweeping?" Avery frowned, "Does your friend know that there are some things in my room that can't be left untouched, otherwise it could cause unforeseen ......?"

A loud bang came from behind the man, making him almost turn his head in distraction. Avery had a deliberately exaggerated look of surprise on his face, and he pointed to the Apothecary's tower. "Gods above, what did your friend mess up?"

The man finally couldn't help it, took a few steps back, and then cautiously turned sideways. In the next moment, he felt a shiver from the bottom of his heart. The tower of the Apothecary Guild seemed to have been gnawed by some invisible mouth, and most of the spire, which was more than ten meters high, disappeared, and the rest of the tower was emitting billowing smoke, occasionally mixed with orange-yellow and orange-red flames.

Surprise and surprise deflected the man's attention, and Avery seized the opportunity to unleash the Swift Movement at the same time as the leader of Victor, moving away at full speed along the path they had come from, like two pale green meteors. It took two heartbeats for the man in the demon mask to react, snort contemptuously, and then disappear into the void as if melting.

"Interlayer gliding, alas, this is the most troublesome kind of tracker. The leader of Victor suddenly stopped, quickly pulled out a gunpowder pistol, and fired continuously forward. Three rounds of lead bullet flew in zigzags, one of which was blocked by a sharp blade and burst into dazzling sparks.

The man in the demon mask appeared at the end of the lead bullet's trajectory, his eyes becoming more and more cold, but this time it finally landed on the leader of Victor. "The Iron Master has an excellent guard by his side. "I've heard of you, but I didn't take you to heart until now...... Maybe I'm too arrogant. ”

The leader of Victor did not answer, and waited for him, while motioning with his eyes to Avery to leave as soon as possible. As a molten gold warrior, he may only be at the level of a beginner, but as a regional leader of the resistance, his insight and vision are far stronger than most mentors.

The man in the demon mask is strong, very strong, stronger than the chariot Ora and on a par with the Garna Enlais in the winged armor. The leader of Victor could only barely make out that this man should not have really stepped into the hall of the grandmaster, although the majestic and cold aura was suffocating, but he still lacked a little grandmaster bearing beyond the mundane.

The man in the demon mask smiled, "I'm going to correct this mistake, kill the guards first, and then come and talk to the Iron Master about something." He shook his arm, his blade flashing with a faint cold light, "It won't delay us much, Iron Master, now you can escape." ”

Avery hesitated, he believed in the eyes of the leader of Victor, this man was not an opponent that the two of them could resist together, even if it was combined with a team of sheriffs who were rushing in this direction, the result would not make a difference.

The Victor Leader is a Follower of the Heroic Spirit, and even if he dies here, he can be reborn in the City of Wisdom at a certain cost. It wasn't supposed to be a difficult decision to make, but Avery had a subtle premonition that if he ran away, the outcome would be unbearable.

Do you follow the guidance of reason, or do you follow the premonition of your heart?

Avery hesitated for a short time, and just as the man in the demon mask stepped forward, he suddenly raised his right hand, activating the Frost Emperor Ring, and a highly condensed dark blue light shot out in the direction of his finger.

"Stupid decision. The man in the demon mask said, raising his hand as well, snapping his fingers contemptuously, and a blue-and-green oval shield appeared in front of him. The frost ray hit the shield, leaving only a trail of white smoke on it.

The leader of Victor swooped down on the frost ray, two fanged daggers striking from different angles. Instead of parrying with the blade of his right hand, the man swung his left hand, causing the oval shield to quickly change direction, just in time to block the attack of the leader of Victor.

A piercing cutting sound rang out, and the fanged dagger from the City of Wisdom slid across the surface of the chartreuse shield. Victor's leader was close to him, turning his wrists, his dagger flying, testing the holes in his defenses from top to bottom, forcing the man to change the direction of his shield several times. One of them was seized by Avery, and a beam of frost grazed the man's right leg, leaving a dark blue trail on the corner of his adventurer's cloak.

The fierce and short confrontation lasted for half a minute, and the man's patience finally reached the point where it was unbearable, "Alright, since you have decided to resist to the end, let this end here!" he roared as he tore his cloak to reveal his thin body in a silver-white chainmail shirt, "The night is above, and my fangs are longing to drink blood!"