Srerod, the leader of the Bloody Blade Bandits Regiment, who wore a bullhorn-pointed helmet, drew his two-handed sword, which had been stuck in the scabbard at his waist, and the two-handed sword, which originally shone with a cold metallic luster, glowed with a bright silver-white light the moment it was clenched by his hands.

The ability to attach silver rays to weapons with different uses is the most distinctive feature of the Silver Rank.

"Get out of the way!"

With a low shout, Srerod strode straight towards Sacraradin, who was invincible in the bandit crowd with his sword in his hand like a crusader.

Srerod's voice made the ordinary bandits who were struggling to support them feel like they were amnesty, and they hurriedly dodged away to make way for a large open space.

"Barbarian, I admire your courage and will, so - surrender or death!"

Srelod continued to walk forward, his gaze firmly locked on the Sacraadin of the desolate wolf bloodline, and before he said this, he held the tip of his two-handed sword aloft and pointed at Sacratin.

A powerful momentum erupted from Srelod's sword blade glowing with a bright silver-white light, and the flames of the blazing fire that were burning in the Running Bull Hotel couldn't stop floating.

"Die!"

The powerful aura exuded by Srerod did not terrify and subdue the Sacraadin of the desolate wolf blood, but instead provoked him to let out a roar and launch a charge with a thick mace.

"A wrong choice. ”

Looking at Sacraudin, who rushed towards him, Srelod even had time to make such an assessment.

By the time Srerod had finished his evaluation, Sacraudin had already burst into his close range with the bonus of the desolate wolf blood, and the mace raised high carried a white iron glimmer and a subtle wolf howl, and slammed into Srelod's head with horned helmet from top to bottom.

Awakened Wolf Bloodline, White Iron Rank...... That's all Sacratin's strength.

"Stupid barbarians. ”

The Blade of Bloodblade muttered, and he seemed to slowly raise his two-handed sword.

As he spoke, the mace had already slammed into the two-handed sword.

The piercing sound of gold and iron rang out, and the oppressed air turned into a diffuse air flow in all directions, causing the area of about two meters in a radius of about two meters centered on the two people who exchanged weapons to roll up gray-black smoke and dust that obscured the vision!

A muffled snort came from the smoke area, and then the attacking Sacraadin spat blood from his mouth, and there was a huge oblique cut on his chest that was deep enough to see the bone, and he staggered out of the smoke and dust, and finally barely managed to hold on when he was about to hit the door of the Running Bull Hotel.

"Barbarian, even if you exert all your strength to stimulate the desolate wolf bloodline to cooperate with the heart of white iron, your strength will only barely reach the bronze level, but my rank is ...... Silver Upper Tier. ”

Srerod, the leader of the Blade of Blood, slowly walked out of the smoke and dust, saying words that were clearly showing off as he went.

"Sdeva's military swordsmanship?hey, hey—" Sacratin, who was spitting blood, smiled mockingly at Srerod, and continued with difficulty as he looked behind Srerod, "But, alas, stupid...... You. ”

Slayrod's eyes shrank sharply, and he, with the strength of the silver upper rank, finally realized that the situation did not seem to be right.

Turning around quickly, the leader of the Bloody Blade bandits watched as something that made him angry happen - the slave trader Korenwe, who should have been knocked unconscious, had already risen from the ground at some point, and he exuded the aura of a bronze warrior, and rushed towards the emaciated fire mage who was still preparing his magic with a stabbing sword.

No one would have thought that the chubby slave trader Korenwei would also have the strength of the bronze lower rank.

So the sword stabbed by the slave trader Korenway pierced through the chest of the emaciated fire mage without accident.

It's just that before the slave trader Colenway could even show a successful smile, he was shocked to find that the emaciated fire mage who had been pierced through the heart by his own sword was actually ...... It's shattered!

Boom - !!

The emaciated fire mage exploded into a ball of fire, blowing away not only the slave trader Korenwe, who failed to pretend to be a pig and a tiger, but also several bandits in the vicinity who were unresponsive.

The robbers who were on fire let out a scream of terror, for the flames that had been contaminated with them could not be extinguished no matter how much they were beaten, and the more they were slapped, the more they burned.

It was only when the slave trader Corenway, who had been blown out, rolled on the ground a dozen times in a rounded ball, leaving a crooked path of flame until it was close to the crossroads, and then he succeeded in taking off his robe and keeping the flames away from him.

This scene relieved Srelod, the leader of the Bloody Blade bandits.

But at this moment, a fist wearing a sharp and sharp blade with a glowing green glow suddenly appeared in the back of Srelod's head!

The instincts of the Silver Rank Warrior allowed Slayrod to dodge the fatal blow by throwing him forward a moment before he was pierced through the neck.

The blade that appeared out of thin air eventually struck Srerod's tank in the center, shattering the metal bust he was wearing with a gut-aching sound.

"Highly poisonous gray beetle venom, how does it feel?"

Cynthia, who should have been dressed in black and masked, but at this moment, because the black masked veil was shattered, Cynthia, who showed a melon seed face and soft facial features, appeared behind Srelod, asked expressionlessly, and continued to attack unrelentingly.

Cynthia was an assassin and always has been.

It's just that the Book of Death, which is firmly tied to Cynthia's back, makes Cynthia seem a little inconsistent with the Assassin's code of conduct.

"Unforgivable! Unforgivable!!"

Almost at the same time that Cynthia had attacked Srerod, the emaciated fire mage's body had reappeared from about four or five paces away from the assassination site, and his expression was furious as he had almost been assassinated.

The angry emaciated fire mage, but he didn't lose his mind because of anger.

“KUMUKAOS”

With a brief spell, the emaciated fire mage rubbed the ruby ring on his right index finger, causing a shield of fire to appear in front of him and begin to spin around his body.

Then, to punish the slaver who had nearly killed him, the emaciated fire mage pulled out a test tube filled with reddish-brown casting materials, and after biting off the cork that was tightly plugged into the mouth of the test tube, he began to chant awkward magic spells.

The slave trader's expression, who had risen from the ground with agility, became solemn, and the common sense he had mastered told him that there were few magic that needed to use spellcasting materials!

Of course, even those spells that don't require casting materials are few easy to deal with.

It's just that at this critical moment, the emaciated flame mage who was preparing to cast a spell suddenly sensed that the air in the area around him in a circle of at least two meters was rapidly becoming colder!

This is...... At least three rings of offensive ice magic, a sign of imminent activation!

This, this—no, but, can!

The eyes of the emaciated fire mage turned into a circle of despair for a moment.

--- find the secant line of the point push---

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