Ronald's words made the faces of the members of the Ice Wolf Mercenary Group change slightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Oldberg didn't care, with a crazy smile on his face, his whole body burst out, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards Ronald quickly. Oldberg's speed was so fast that he stepped on the ground like an arrow offline, and he was about to come in the blink of an eye.

Ronald felt a strong wind blowing in his face, and he didn't need to be reminded by the talent of danger perception, which alone made his skin feel a knife-like pain.

The iron sword subconsciously blocked his chest, only listening to the sound of metal colliding, Ronald seemed to be hit by a battering ram, and his body flew out upside down, directly crashing through the wall of a dwelling.

The brick and stone walls were like tofu, and a large hole opened in an instant, and Ronald flew into the house.

There was a sharp pain from the impact, the wrist holding the sword trembled, the soreness of the impact came from the bones, the blood in his chest tumbled, and before he could get up from the ground with his arms, a mouthful of blood spurted out from the corner of Ronald's mouth.

Blood spurted out, and the stuffy breath was slightly smoother.

Oldberg looked hideous, stepped in through the hole in the broken wall, looked at Ronald and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't let you die so easily, I will torture you slowly, slowly." ”

"Phew!" Ronald spat at the ground, blood mixed with saliva spitting out, and his mouth was full of blood.

"Silver, that's it. Ronald said with a sneer.

Goldberg's pupils shrank suddenly, as if the size of a needle, and the murderous aura on his body was as if it was about to turn into substance: "If you want to find death, I will satisfy you." The fighting spirit on the broadsword flashed, and the sword swelled to a length of nearly 1 meter, slashing towards Ronald's body.

The sword approached, and Ronald rolled on the ground, extremely embarrassed.

The sword grazed his shoulder, and the chain mail was cut in an instant, and a piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder was also slashed off by the sword, almost revealing the white bones below.

The pain made Ronald's body twitch instinctively, but he smiled maniacally.

With a yell, Ronald jumped up from the ground and turned to run out of the house.

"Want to escape?" Oldberg stood there, the sword on his broadsword slicing: "It's too late, dare to appear in front of me, your fate has been put on the end." ”

Oldberg chased after him unhurriedly, but he didn't burst out as fast as he could, with a playful sneer on his face.

Ronald didn't look at it, holding a metal cylinder in his hand, he pressed the mechanism back, and the steel needle shot at Oldberg.

"Commander, be careful!"

The members of the Ice Wolf Mercenary Group who were chasing from behind saw this scene and exclaimed in surprise.

Olberg sneered, and with a wave of the broadsword in his hand, the steel needle hit the broadsword and was knocked to the ground: "Little trick, see what other tricks you can play." With that, Oldberg gave hot chase and chased after Ronald.

Ronald slammed open a window and escaped from the house, clutching his bleeding shoulders as fast as he could.

The combat power of the silver level is too strong, whether it is fighting spirit or speed, even the strength when swinging the sword, it is far superior to Ronald.

This is not a slight gap, but a complete crushing of strength.

"I underestimated the strength of the silver level, I thought I could at least resist it, but I didn't expect it to be two completely different levels...... Ronald showed a crazy smile on his face: "However, it's more interesting because of this!"

Since coming to this world, Ronald has not encountered any difficult opponents by virtue of the advantages of the big bandit system, even Campol has not been taken seriously by Ronald.

This made Ronald a little overconfident, and now that he finally met an opponent who could easily crush him in terms of strength and fighting spirit, Ronald not only did not have fear and fear, but felt very excited.

Quickly escaping along the path that had already been figured out, Ronald's head had a premonition of danger that kept jumping 'suddenly', which meant that Oldberg was not thrown off at all, but was chasing him closely.

Perhaps, Alberg could have caught up a long time ago, but deliberately let Ronald escape.

In order to make Ronald feel scared, frightened, and even a little hopeless!

Just like a cat eating a mouse, before eating a mouse, cats like to play with mice as toys slowly, knowing that the mice are desperate and even have no more ways to escape, the bored cat will swallow it in one bite.

Ronald felt an astonishing momentum behind him follow him closely, but this momentum was only in the distance, and there was no sign of speeding up.

"Oldberg, I really want to thank you, thank you for your carelessness for giving me a chance!" Ronald covered his shoulders, and once again sped up and ran desperately: "As a thank you, I will give you a generous return gift!"

Ronald flipped his palm, and a small white vial appeared in his hand, and the vial pressed against the wound on the shoulder, and the liquid sprayed out and landed on the wound on the shoulder.

The liquid mixed with the flesh with a spicy taste, and a sharp pain came, and the blood quickly stopped. The flesh and blood fibers near the wound also began to squirm rapidly, forming a membrane at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering and protecting the surface of the wound.

Ronald clenched his teeth, endured the pain in his shoulder, and after a few seconds, shook his shoulder, although it was still painful, but he could already make some movements.

"Good thing, it is worthy of the top-level gold sore medicine exchanged in the system, and I don't have to say anything about the effect of external injuries!"

The injury to his shoulder quickly stopped bleeding and no longer affected Ronald's running speed, which increased his speed by three points again.

However, Oldberg has been chasing after him, even if he doesn't have to see it with the naked eye, just by the reminder of the danger perception, Ronald also clearly knows that Oldberg has never opened up half a point between him and him, no matter how Ronald speeds up, Oldberg will catch up with the same speed.

"Cut. Ronald pursed his lips and dodged into a dark alley.

Escaping from the original slums, this is already close to the bustling streets of Gregory, and pedestrians can already be heard in the alleys.

Ronald rushed forward, slammed his feet on the wall, and with the explosive power of his fighting spirit, his body flew directly to the roof.

"Little mouse, you can't escape!" It didn't take long for Oldberg's voice to come, with a bit of murderous intent in the play.

Oldberg chased after him with his sword, looked at the empty alley and sneered, and said, "Don't hide, I know you're here, I can smell that smell on you." ”

"The smell of blood! and...... The smell of rats!" Oldberg's eyes swept around, and although his tone was contemptuous, it didn't mean that he didn't even have the most basic precautions.

Walking into the alley with a sword, the empty alley was silent, and nothing was seen.

"It's useless, in Gregory's place, if you just run underground, I can dig you out. Oldberg's gaze swept privately across the alley, especially the edges of the walls and roof.

Oldberg noticed a falling footprint in the corner, the footprint was shallow, but it couldn't escape his eyes.

Grinning, Oldberg continued: "The little mouse has become a little flea, even if I escape to the roof, I can ......" Oldberg walked, the ground under his feet suddenly went blank, and the eyes of Oldberg, who was talking, suddenly shrank like pinpoints.

The body jumped back, and the fighting spirit of the whole body exploded, as if he was wearing a layer of fighting spirit on the armor.

Brush, brush, brush, brush!

An iron lotus burst open in the ground, and several steel needles shot from under Oldberg's feet, and the tiny steel needles struck Oldberg's lower body with strong force and strange angles.

With a roar, Oldberg's broadsword swept, and the fighting sword swept several steel needles to the ground, but in a hurry, there was still a steel needle that broke through the sword blockade of the broadsword and penetrated deeply into Oldberg's armor.

The steel needle pierced half the depth of the armor, although it did not completely break through the armor's defenses, but it had already made Oldberg break out in a cold sweat.

Before Oldberg could react, two objects were suddenly dropped from the two ends of the alley, and the objects fell to the ground and bounced up gently, and the thick poisonous smoke suddenly sprayed out, blocking the two alleys.

When Oldberg saw the poisonous smoke, his face changed suddenly, and he pulled the ice wolf cloak behind him to cover his mouth and nose.

"I've said it all, finally let me wait for you!" Ronald's mocking voice came from the rooftop.

Ronald stood on the roof, half exposed, staring at Oldberg, trapped in the alley by toxic smoke.

"Little bastard!"

"Who is the little bastard called?"

Ronald waved his hand violently, and several iron lotus flowers were directly thrown down by him.

Click!

The iron lotus fell to the ground, burst open in an instant, and tiny steel needles burst out, instantly enveloping all the space in the alley.

The steel needle rushed to his face, and Oldberg roared angrily, and his whole body exploded, only to hear the boom, and it was like an explosion in the alley, rolling up a cloud of smoke and dust.

Oldberg roared angrily, and the fighting spirit burst out from his body as if he didn't want money, and dozens of steel needles were blown aside by the huge wind that swept through the fighting energy, and a few passed through the fighting qi and hit Oldberg's armor like raindrops.

"Hahaha, dirty means, not worth mentioning! If you have the ability, you can fight me head-on!" Oldberg laughed maniacally, standing in the middle of the alley.

Before the laughter fell, a huge jar of wine was thrown over his head.

Oldberg's face changed slightly, and he dodged to the side, and the fighting spirit of his whole body burst out again, forming a layer of protection on the armor, and he was on guard.

With a snap, the jar fell to the ground, and a pungent smell came out.

Oldberg sniffed the air, his face became extremely ugly, and his expression was hideous: "Fire oil!"

"Do you know what I've done in the past two days other than hunting the ice wolf?" Ronald stood on the roof, holding a small fire fold in his hand, and sneered: "These things are all gifts for you!"

"Silver!"

After the fire fold was dropped, and the fire oil in the wine jar was stained with sparks, a fire ignited instantly, and the scorching heat hit his face, and even Ronald standing on the roof subconsciously used his hands to block the flames that came to his face.