All living beings have the instinct to survive, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and obtain life-sustaining resources on the premise of preserving themselves. It may have nothing to do with its own will, but in the subconscious of the organism itself, it has the desire to continue its own life, and it exists before the other thoughts.

Survival and the satisfaction of physiological needs are the most basic needs of any living being, and without life there is no possibility of satisfying the needs of the others.

Suppose a person falls into the water, it is already a situation that is absolutely impossible to rescue, and if he suddenly appears in front of him with a straw, he will not hesitate to grab it. The only hope in a difficult situation will always force one to make a choice, no matter how bad the situation may be.

So the boy rolled and scrambled to his feet—for he saw the man who had been following him so long ago. They are by no means on the same front, but he knows that this may be his only chance to live, he no longer has the extra brain power to think about what will be treated next, and those who are willing to take the time to solve it through dialogue are better "safer" than those who do it without saying a word.

"So you've said everything you need to say before, aren't you all going to have these things?" Seeing the young man rushing in his direction, Curt said lazily with his hands in his hands, "Although that guy is very unreliable, he is not as interested as this one." ”

The boy wasn't interested in talking to him right now, he was only thinking about whether he could let the sickly-looking guy drag the black-clad mage who was following closely behind. The boy knew that maybe he was right. But even if I regret it now, it's too late, even if I want to regret it, I have to live first.

The teenager rushed to Curt with the fastest running in his life. Hoping he can save his life. This is already a time when he is in a hurry, and he asks for help from a doctor, but when the matter is urgent, he can only make this choice, which may be the last choice he will make in his life.

Just as he was about to run to Curt, who was standing lazily, the smile on his sickly face suddenly disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, then he felt a flower in front of him, and then his body flew to the side uncontrollably. Knocked down a pile of loosely placed wooden frames.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been knocked off.

"Remember to pay a little attention to the back of your head when you run away in the future...... Otherwise, I don't know why. The person who hit him said teasingly, "Obviously when I was chasing you, you still remember to look back and observe the distance." Why did you short-circuit your brain at this point?"

He shook his head and saw Curt standing where he had been, holding a black iron spear stained with bright red blood in his hand. The spear seemed to be being grasped by an unrecognizable hand, and it was constantly swinging in his hand. It was like trying to break free from him.

"And this dear Lord Wizard... Well. What should I call you better?" he shook his head thoughtfully, then looked at the mage who was glaring at him and said, "Forget it, don't you treat a little imp like this, right?"

Before he could finish speaking, he slammed the black iron spear, and the magic that revealed it dispersed the spell that was originally used to control it. With the power of this instant, Curt ran two steps and threw the short spear in his hand at the magician. Suddenly. The red-stained metal pierced the air and stabbed at its original owner.

The Wizard wanted to repeat the same trick. He used a spell to control the spear that was quickly pierced towards him, but he was surprised that the black iron spear that was thrown back could not be caught by magic. Curt did not simply disarm the spell, but directly destroyed the Rubik's Cube that was stored on the short spear.

The spear had already been shot into the sorcerer's chest with lightning speed, and the sorcerer who tried to use the spell to control it had no time to dodge. Seeing that the situation was not good, he could only defend with the short spear that was still under the spell control, and several black iron spears around him swept towards the weapon that was about to hit him.

Clang!

It was too late, and the swept spear formed a barrage of cover shots, hitting the spear that was thrown back by Curt. Suddenly, a crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the dead slums, and the slammed spears were swept in an unrelated direction.

With a slight sigh of relief, the black-robed mage's attention focused on the scattered Curt - he was standing on his feet one after the other, looking defenseless but without a flaw, revealing the leeway to be able to respond to attacks from any direction.

Don't take it lightly - his instincts warn him.

He thought he had calculated every step of the plan, but this little negligence caused him to encounter an uninvited guest. A fork in the middle of the plan reminded him of anger, and the anger in his chest was already evident through his eyes under the hood.

He hadn't seen the sick young man before, but the information provided by the organization had made him aware of Curt's identity. Curt Leernst, an iron-level mercenary of the Mercenary Administration, seems to be gradually attracting the attention of those above him lately.

According to the intelligence, his combat ability seems to be much stronger than that of mercenaries of the same level, and he has assisted the garrison and other forces in fighting against the "True Eye" on many occasions. He hadn't been noticed before, and until recently, his actions did cause them some quite a bit of trouble.

He didn't believe in the level of combat power that a mere mercenary could become, until he saw that his spells were easily dispelled by Curt. Seeing the black iron spear he had used to attack being thrown back, the black-robed sorcerer's eyes sharpened when he looked at Curt.

There was a strange feeling in the young man in front of him who had brought chaos, it seemed that he was not as easy to deal with as he seemed from the outside. Although there was only a faint and dim amount of magic on his body, forcibly erasing spells from the black iron spear was not something that a person without the ability to cast spells could do.

Curt Leinst...... What do you want to do, do you want to be our enemy?" After defusing Curt's attack, he did not continue to attack, "I don't think you don't know the consequences of being an enemy of us, do you? ”

While Curt and the Wizard were in a confrontation, the boy had already taken refuge in a nearby shack, peering through the gaps in the planks. The thin planks of wood certainly couldn't block the iron spear that could pierce the ground lightly, but it also provided the boy with a sense of security to a greater or lesser extent.

After knocking the spear away, the black iron spears that he had spelled were lined up around him one after another, and the point of the spear pointed at Curt who was standing still. He might be able to catch a short spear with his bare hands, but when he is completely locked by these dozens, he will definitely not be able to easily dodge it.

"I don't think I'm going to have friends who kill people without blinking - and I'm going to kill such imps. There is a fatal difference between us, and no matter what kind of city you want to build here, I dare say I can't live as comfortably as I do now. ”

Even though he was already being watched by the sorcerer, Curt still didn't show a nervous look, just like the pieces of metal that had been aimed at him didn't exist. He snorted, looking at the sorcerer who was driving the spell without smiling, and did not hide his disdain for them at all.

"Having said that, yesterday when it was almost evening, my sister seemed to have been 'taken care of' by you. Seriously, even if you vent your anger, you don't need to nail people to the ground with this kind of thing. His expression was relaxed, but his words were not, "I remember right, if you use a knife during an assassination and deliberately avoid important parts, a weak person only needs to be stabbed seven times before he dies." If it's an ordinary person, it only takes about twelve or thirteen strokes...... And the kind of thing you use, just a simple one or two clicks are enough. ”

Listening to Curt's casual speech, the aura around the black-clothed mage became tense. He took a step back and covered a portion of his iron spear in front of him. He was ready to be attacked by Curt at any moment, and even the magic unleashed around him became more aggressive.

The negotiations with Curt Leinster were facing a failed outcome - he already knew this information, and it was he who personally guided this possible outcome. Killing an untamed imp who trespassed into the real yàn field was an action that was taken for granted to him.

The ignorant is not to blame, he only obstructed the implementation of an unimportant plan in the performance of his duties, so the organization did not blame him for his actions. After all, there is no shortage of "friends" in the "True Eye", and an iron-level mercenary is really not a valuable object.

However, this perception seemed to have to change, and he felt that this "mercenary" was very wrong - it was like a drop of seawater mixed in a tank of well water, which was difficult to distinguish but could not be ignored, and a subtle and inexplicable sense of disobedience lurked under his sick appearance.

This is a premonition of danger.

"Ah, don't get me wrong...... The guy is so good now, you don't have to worry about her dead or alive - at least that's some way away, and she ate a big bag of snacks not long ago. ”

Looking at the silent sorcerer, Curt spread his hands indifferently. There was no anger on his face, as if what he had just spit out of his mouth was a story of hearsay, I don't know who he was born from, not at all his own relatives who were brutally treated.

Saying this, he smiled softly, "But ...... As the saying goes, if someone gives you something, you have to give it back - and since you gave me a big gift, I have to give back some of it. I don't have anything to give you, so I'll send you to a serious injury first. ”

Keng――

The smile remains the same, and the long knife is unsheathed. (To be continued!)

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