A day off, a day off in the middle of a black mission, sounds incredible, but it happens. After leaving the clinic, Zar made a trip to the "Treasure Cove of Rivigaz" and then went straight back to Cadius's hut, where he actually delivered two large barrels of rusty dark beer to the half-elves.

Cadius, on the other hand, looked at Zal very strangely, and said, "Are you arranging the aftermath?" If so, then these two barrels of beer are not enough...... Of course, such a cold-blooded act attracted the most ruthless eyes of Zhar. At the same time, the half-elf also saw Zal's new weapon, the "Syshua: The Sword of the Bloodless One's Elegy", to which the half-elf did not say anything, but stroked the sword without saying a word, as if admiring a great work of art, extremely reverent.

However, what Kadius said later made Zal feel the urge to stab him to death. The half-elf seriously suggested that if the mission was very dangerous, and there was a possibility of dying on the spot, it would be better to leave the sword behind, and he would take good care of her for Zhar......

After a brief lunch, Cadius hummed an unknown tune and didn't know where to go for fun. Zal put the finishing touches on Aemond's wood carving figures, and he was still happy with the finished product. After that, he spent a lot of time on the last wood carving, which was the most tender shadow that remained in the bottom of his heart.

That night, Zal slept soundly and deeply, and during these four years, he went on long-term missions more than once, and more than once ran to spend the night elsewhere. However, there is nowhere else to compare to the half-elf storage room, cramped and shabby, but warm enough and safe enough. Maybe it's the taste of home, Zal said to herself.

The next morning, when Zar quietly closed the door to the storage room, the half-elf was still snoring in his bedroom, but Zar saw a new dark black hooded cloak. Folded neatly on the wooden table in the living room. Zar smiled, silently loading the bits and pieces into his new cloak, buttoning up his hood, and taking one last look around. Quietly walked out.

Returning to the "Ulez's Disinfectant Knife", Zal found that in just one day, the restoration of the clinic was over, except for the faint scent of wood wafting through the air. It's hard to notice anything else. As for the old moon demon Ulez, the threat from the Brotherhood didn't affect him much, and he still opened the door of the shop as usual, it was time to see a doctor, and it was time to have surgery.

As the clock ticked into noon in this very ordinary atmosphere, Zar noticed something that made him laugh and cry - the other party was late! perhaps to show his mercy, or to exert some invisible pressure on his prey, in short, Raman and Blazej did not attack on time. This seems to have given Zal a new understanding of this kind of person - hypocrites always like to make unnecessary rituals, even if they kill people.

The night quietly flooded the earth in silent waiting. In the western sky, when the stars were still shining dimly, the moon was already peeking down from the middle sky, pouring its brilliance on the undulating roof tiles. It was quiet all around, and even the noise or two that I heard from time to time seemed to be separated from each other. In the street market at the entrance of the clinic, the walkway rammed with stone piles reflected the cold white light, which looked a little illusory and blurry.

I have to say, it was a wonderful night, clean, transparent and cold...... In a way. It's a good day to kill.

On the roof of the clinic, a figure wrapped in a hooded cloak sits there, the pitch-black hue that seems to blend in with the night. In his hand he holds an unfinished wooden sculpture, and in the other hand the carving knife is carving out layers of sawdust like snow. Whenever the action stops. He would always blow carefully and then look at it quietly for a while, as if he were looking at the memory in his heart, very seriously.

At some point, another figure floated behind him. "Who is she?" Gavira glanced from behind, then redirected her gaze into the night.

Zal's movements didn't stop. "My fiancée ......," he replied.

"Boring. The Wood Elf said.

Zal shrugged. And there was no answer. The Wood Elf seemed to feel that it was a little inappropriate to say this, so he asked softly, "She, is very important to you?"

Zal stopped his movements and nodded in silence. "She makes me feel like I'm still alive......" he said, chuckling silently, reaching out and pulling a necklace of leather rope from the collar of his hood. "You know this, right? It should be a product of the Moonrise Forest. He held the deep blue gemstone of the necklace into the palm of his hand, the one that Evelyn had given him. For more than four years, the bracelet had worn out, and Zal had to remake it into a necklace and hang it around his neck.

Gavira's gaze froze, and a string of beautiful elven words floated out from under her mask. "In the name of Gorintia, make the only wish...... Pinestone of the Moonrise Forest......" she whispered, "put it away, Zal, she loves you very much." ”

A smile appeared on Zal's face, and he kissed the gem lightly, and regained it inside the cloak. "How's going out there?" he said, pointing to the darkness of the night with his carving knife.

"I've killed a few, and the rest have been withdrawn. The Wood Elves said with some disdain, "Actually, they should be waiting for ......."

"Waiting for those two guys?" Zar's gaze fell to the end of the trail, where two figures approached in the distance. The full-body armor reflected in the moonlight, the tall man wrapped in a cloak, the shadows of Raman and Blazei stretched long on the snow-white and glowing path.

"It's finally here. The Wood Elf's voice picked up, as if the long wait had made her a little impatient.

Zar nodded, stood up, put away the unfinished wood carvings and carving knives, and walked towards the eaves. But the voice of the wood elf came from behind. "Zal, thank you ......"

Zal didn't say anything, just waved his hand and jumped straight from the roof.

Landing silently, Zal met the two figures in the distance and stood in the middle of the trail. However, Raman and Blazej stopped and watched from afar, with the former even giving Zal his signature smile. As if it had been agreed, there was no communication, no politeness, and the silver-glittering Raman gently raised his right hand. Swing it violently.

The next moment, Zar heard a humming sound coming from behind the side, and it was obvious that it was the shaking of the bowstring. At the same time, four pitch-black figures rushed out of the entrance of the alley next to them.

With a slight misturn, a feather arrow grazed his cheek and flew over. But just then, another buzz flashed from the roof of the clinic, and in a flash. The shooter who had attacked Zal slammed into the walkway in front of the clinic with a muffled sound of arrows coming in.

"Thank you...... Zal said with a smile, drawing his sword and facing the four figures. On the other side, a series of metal bumps erupted from the roof of the clinic, and it was clear that the battle on Gavila's side had begun.

The scimitar slammed into the sword, and the first to rush to Zal was a dark-brown-skinned Rogkan, followed closely by three men in the same costume. Humans who are equally emaciated and hold the same fists and swords.

Staggering the blade from top to bottom, Zal's long sword slashed at the top of the head of the Rogkan man before it was exhausted, and the other party sneered, turned sideways slightly, trying to dodge Zal's attack, and at the same time the scimitar in his hand swiped horizontally towards Zal's neck.

But just when he thought that the other party was either forced to retreat by himself, or was stabbed alive, Zal's blow and slash did not fall at all, but after a false blow. Spun in the direction of his blade, reflexively brushing the sword across the side of his neck.

"Poof!"

A dark mist of blood in the moonlight spewed against Zal's cloak, staining the walkway in front of him with a splash of scarlet, and the Rogkan didn't even realize how he had died. And he fell headlong. The three sword assassins in the back were stunned at the same time, because they were not far away from the Rogkans.

In the distance, Raman first snorted, as if he was a little surprised, and a little excited, and then he actually slapped his fist armor. Applause. Blazei, on the other hand, remained unmoved. "By the way, I forgot to say, if he doesn't die, you die, if he doesn't kill you, I will kill ......" Rahman said to his men, spreading his hands a little helplessly, "So, whether it's for the reward of the brotherhood or for the sake of your own dog's life, be serious, the three brothers of the Ukochi family!"

The three sword assassins glanced at each other, a fierce look on their faces, and rushed towards Zar at the same time. Raising his sword to block, the long sword in Zhal's hand drew a distorted luster in front of him, and three times in a row, blocking attacks from different directions. But before he could wait for the opportunity to attack, three more fists and swords attacked at once, and there was no gap in the slightest!

Three people, six fists and swords, and the impermeable silver light intertwined into a large net with almost no flaws, and kept strangling Zhal. Faster and faster, with more and more tricky angles, Zar used almost all of his attention, constantly blocking attacks from all directions.

And Zal also instantly understood the attack method of these three guys, if you look at one person, their level is really not on the table, but these three brothers actually rely on extremely skillful cooperation and weird and ruthless attack methods, constantly making up for the flaws exposed by the single person. In such a wheel-like duel, even if you can block all their attacks, you will be slowly exhausted of physical strength, because no matter how strong one person is, he can't compete with three people, and he is slowly sinking in such a cycle.

"It's a fist with a weak fight!" Zar cursed as he parried his sword, but his mind immediately jumped to the other extreme. "What if that's the case?" he said to himself, his eyes suddenly rounded, and his azure pupils instantly turned into a sheet of silver ash.

In an instant, his right hand erupted into a series of hideous crisp sounds, as if the bones under the flesh had suddenly taken on a tremendous force. At the same time, several knotted muscle textures swirled up on the back of his hand, up to his fingertips! The next moment, Zhal's move changed, and the dull "Sishua" in his hand turned from defense to attack, instantly turning into a gray shadow in the sky and twisting with the opposite fist and sword!

On the empty street, the sound of the collision of blades, which was too fast to be faster, completely disappeared, and directly turned into the sound of metal grinding as if there was no end and no beginning. Countless sparks dragged the brilliant flow marks of the Dao Dao in the siege formation, like molten steel thrown in the air!

The three brothers of the Ukochi family became more and more frightened, they had never encountered such a situation before, and they had killed countless opponents who were stronger than themselves on the gimbal. It is precisely because of this that they can firmly occupy a place in the "Brotherhood of Ironstone". Originally, they wanted to take the opportunity of tonight to make a good fortune, but they actually met a person who could attack them with only a one-handed long sword, not to mention that they couldn't believe it, and they never even thought about it!

On the other hand, Zal's situation is not much better than theirs. Although judging from the scene, the tie can be maintained for now, but his "death wish", in order not to have serious side effects, it is impossible to last too long, after all, tonight's battle may have just begun.

Thinking of this, he jerked his gums. "If this can only maintain the balance of power, then what about going further?...... in the face of the attack" He thought, suddenly a sword swung a gap in the opponent's attack, and taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Zar actually held the scabbard with his left hand, and with a smack of his right hand, he took "Sishua" back!

The three brothers of the Ukochi family were all stunned, but their attacks did not stop, and three fist swords stabbed Zal in the throat and chest at the same time! At this moment, Zal suddenly sank his waist and rushed forward like a leopard with a tense back. "I should fight back!"

Two fisted swords grazed Zal's collarbone, a heavy crimson on the bright blade. Tilting his head slightly, the third fist sword that should have been stabbed into the throat grazed his cheek, and at this moment, Zal's hands had already climbed the opponent's arm, his left hand stuck in his elbow, and the right hand, which was dominated by the "Wish of Death", grabbed his wrist and slammed it in reverse.

"Click...... Ahh!!hh

With a scream, the Assassin standing in the middle of the three of them had his right arm directly broken off by Zhar. Next, Zar grabbed the opponent's already weak forearm, and suddenly reversed it back, and at the end of the opponent's scream, Zar used his own fist and sword to wipe his own throat!

The arms were staggered, blood splattered, and the remaining two assassins were completely stunned. "You give me death!" The Assassin on the left reacted first, roaring and slashing at Zar's neck with his fist, while the Assassin on the right slashed at Zar from the bottom to the top with his hands staggered.

He slammed his fist sword towards him, and took a diagonal step back to the left, and before the opponent's sword hit him, Zal had already grabbed the opponent's wrist and the right shoulder circumference, pinned his arm, and threw it in front of him.

Two cold flashes flashed, and just as the Assassin who swung the cross strike was shocked to know what was happening, two long bloody cuts had already been cut on the left chest of the Assassin who was holding down by Zhar. Before he could let out a cry of pain, Zal's hand let go, and his backhand sword flashed in a dark arc, and a streak of blood spurted horizontally from his throat. Staring at the last assassin, "Sishua" was slammed into the chest by Zal with one hand behind his back, and the other on the sword ball.

All sounds were gone, and blood gushed twice down the blade, and then, with a muffled sound of two slumping to the ground, the sword tugged at Zal's hand, breaking away from the corpse that was opening and closing its mouth. Turning to look at Rahman in the distance, Zal, who was surrounded by three corpses in the middle, waved his arm and threw an arc of blood on the ground. "And then?" he asked.

Raman smiled, but it was a bloodthirsty grin. "Well done, I, underestimate you, miscellaneous fish ......" (to be continued.) )