Winding around the center of the block to the edge of Darkwood.

Although the immediate purpose is to solve the stalker behind you, the purpose of going out in the first place cannot be forgotten... According to the information asked on the road, most of the hunters' residences are on the outskirts of the town.

This is one of the reasons why the two are here, and the other reason is naturally to lure the tails who are stalking.

On the way here, Xavier and Ansest do a great job of playing the appearance of two adventurers who come out to investigate, and if you put it systematically, it is... Charisma (deception) success.

There were a lot fewer people coming and going. Xavier glanced back, and the "commoners" of different heights and appearances stood by the street, chatting casually; Others began to lean against the wall to look through the books, but unfortunately the cover of the book was turned upside down.

That group of people is probably the "raiders" as the mission says... Xavier thought so.

On the way from the bazaar to this side, there were only a few "familiar faces" who had been following me. Even if it's really not the goal of the mission, it's probably ill-intentioned, and it's always okay to solve it.

Xavier thought, looking up ahead, and there was a path right away, deep into the quiet laneway.

So, he glanced back, as if he had inadvertently made eye contact with the stalker behind him. Then he pulled Ansest's cuffs and plunged into the alleyway like a panicked prey trying to escape from his pursue.

……

"Tsk, I was still discovered by that kid. Brothers, how do you say it? ”

"Chase, be careful not to lose it. This kid is what the adults wanted. ”

Hurried footsteps stopped at the entrance of the alleyway, where several humans in civilian disguise stood.

"It's weird black," one of the tall men in animal skin armor spitted, "Bert, you take the others to the other side to stop him." ”

The skinny man named Bert nodded, and led a few people to run wildly down the other path.

The alley has only two exits, the front and back, and the middle part is surrounded by buildings on both sides. As long as the only entrance and exit are blocked, with the poor skill of the mage inside, catching him is as easy as forking the fish in a bucket.

The skin-armored male, with a scimitar in his hand, confidently led the rest of the men into the alleyway - like a hunter chasing a young beast.

However, it was not as they would have liked.

There were no panicked mages in robes, and no thin squires in cloaks. After walking a few meters, there was darkness as far as the eye could see, only silent darkness.

And the footprints on the ground disappeared into the darkness.

"—stop!" The caster at the end of the group suddenly stopped him, "Don't go any further. That's darkness! ”

The rest of the group stopped in recognition of each other. With the sound of metal clashing, they drew their swords and looked at the caster standing at the end, as if he were the leader.

The spellcaster, dressed in a long dark coat, took a few steps forward, and used his staff head to meet the greatsword of another stout warrior, allowing the soft light to attach to the hilt, "Go ahead, the sacrifice must be hiding inside." ”

The dwarf warrior held the glowing greatsword in both hands, and took one step closer to the dark magic. The soft glow of magic gradually covered the darkness, but he couldn't find anything until the warrior had penetrated into the center of the darkness with his glowing greatsword.

Seeing that there was no movement, the caster twisted his eyebrows, and his face was not good. The wrong judgment made him feel a little embarrassed, so he spoke again and prepared to give a new order.

"Poof."

- However, a voice coming from behind the caster interrupted their next plans. The slender blade pierced the heart, a fresh crimson flowing down the ancient pattern on it.

“… How do you ......" The caster's face was full of disbelief as the spellcaster in his long dark coat fell to the ground with his staff on his hand falling to the ground, his hand tense trying to touch his wound.

Standing behind him was Xavier. He drew his sword neatly, let the blood burst and splash on the ground, watched the spellcaster fall suddenly, and whistled: "Hey, I didn't expect it, it's me." ”

"How—when!" The fur-armored male turned his head, the shock on his face not yet dissipated, and he held the scimitar in both hands and prepared to slash over.

Unfortunately, under this shock, his attack was not accurate. The two swords that were cut down in quick succession were dodged by Xavier sideways, and not even a single hair was injured.

On the other side, Ansest also emerged from the darkness, raising his hand to remove the shroud of the dark spell, and then struck at the stout warrior who had just recovered from the darkness with a dagger of flashing lightning.

The sharp blade sliced through the exposed muscles, and blood flowed from the flesh and blood that had been turned open. The stout warrior snorted in pain and shouted outside, "Fuck, fuck! Bert, come here! ”

If you change to another mage, catching turtles in an urn may be a good choice. It's a pity, it's a pity... Xavier sighed inwardly at his skill with Ansest, and boasted with satisfaction that he took a few steps back.

He relied on the stealth nature of his newfound possession to hear the conversation clearly in the shadows behind the chimney on the roof. But now was not the time to think about it, the skinny man named Bert was about to come from the other side of the alleyway, and he had to hurry up and deal with them.

Otherwise, after a while, there will be a lot of people, no matter how flexible your skills are, you will only be hacked to death without revealing your hole cards.

Thinking like this, Xavier looked at the stout man who swung his heavy greatsword at Ansest, and shifted his steps to find an angle, putting his thumb on his thumb, and the other eight fingers open one by one, aiming at the target—

A scorching breath burst out, and the burning flames twisted with teeth and claws. The flames formed a scorching cone that shot out of Xavier's hands and stained the bodies of the dwarf warriors and the men in animal skin armor.

The smell of burnt protein burns spread, and the two bulky enemies were burned with the flames burning their eyebrows, scorching their hair, and blackening their faces. The stout warrior who had been stabbed by Ansest was breathing even harder, and the pain from his heart made him unable to even hold the greatsword.

"It will only make the spell damp bastard!"

The thug in animal skin armor cursed in severe pain, and he quickly swung his scimitar, trying to cut Xavier's throat.

But the condensation from the invisible force field, the ripples of the arcane trembled, and the spell armor from a drow spirit had easily blocked the attack.

"It's vulgar, it's not elegant." Xavier smacked his lips and glanced at the looming figure at the end of the alleyway, the guy named Bert looked like he was about to arrive. He beckoned to Ansest, "Go ahead!" Got these two guys out first. ”

"I don't need you to say it!" Ansest snorted, and jumped lightly to the rear of the battlefield, swinging his sword at the fur-armored thug who still had the strength to curse.

- Maybe it was bad luck, and this time it happened to be blocked by the armor, and it only pierced a little.

“……****。” With a foul slur, the bartender stabbed the deputy's short sword again.

The blade of the dagger grazed the animal's skin armor, cutting through the garment, leaving a slender wound. Specks of blood oozed out, staining the rough cloth red.

Ansest, who didn't have anything good to ask for, had to play tricks, he kicked the thug's ass, and pushed himself away a few steps with the help of a thrust: "A slut who uses spells? Ha, it's your dad who wields spells, you bastard! ”

Ansest yelled, but was caught off guard by something. He quickly looked back and saw that it was the stout warrior—the dwarf who had fallen to the ground on his back, the remaining thunder still flickering. What hit Ansest was the greatsword that fell when he rushed over but fell.

Obviously, this dwarf is a spell idiot who doesn't understand the effects of the Thunder Sword. Patronizing and rushing to fight, only to be robbed of a fragile life by the residual effect of the spell.

Seeing that there was one less enemy, Xavier moved under his feet. He picked a good position, held the anchor point stabbing sword, and stabbed at the man in the skin armor again, and as he wished, he pierced through the leather armor and stabbed into the opponent's abdomen.

The battle seemed to be coming to an end.

Xavier drew his bayonet sword, ready to give this guy another sword to kill him before "Bert" and the others arrived.

But with a piercing sound of breaking through the air, the sharp arrows pierced the air at great speed and pierced fiercely... Someone's head.

Ansest's dark blood splattered—carefully crafted arrows that pierced through his right ear and out of his jaw.

The poor dark elf bartender was shot through the skull by the arrow, nailed to a nearby dirt wall.

Xavier's eyes widened.