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The wailing weakened, and finally came to an abrupt end.

Zaire's eyes widened in surprise, and then he couldn't help but reach out and rub his ...... Until you're sure you're not mistaken.

The owner of that leg was indeed a human, and the helmet he wore on his head, the gray burqa, chest armor and chain mail he wore were the standard equipment of the Demon Wolf Legion......

Zaire knows this guy, Barry, was originally a veteran of the Second Regiment, but the losses of the Second Regiment were too great when the Empire was fighting, and in the end there were only more than 300 people left, and finally he was canceled and mixed into the First Regiment, which is now the Wolf Claw Regiment under Zaire, this Barry is one of them, he is not very good at swordsmanship, but he has always been slippery, and likes to tell some third-rate jokes, which is quite popular......

How did he end up here? got his leg broken? and, more importantly, where did the damn elf go?

Fled?

But that's not possible, is it?

In order to prevent him from struggling during the execution, two sturdy knights pressed his shoulders and forced him to sit on the ground—in fact, the two knights were looking at the poor fellow with the same blank expressions...... Their hands were still pressing his shoulders, and their arms were turned behind their backs, apparently never letting go.

But the man they were holding was replaced.

It's something that only magic can do...... So a more reasonable explanation is that the elf is not only an excellent archer and mercenary, but also a spellcaster who has mastered the secret method. However, this is too unlikely that he has any magic equipment on him to help him achieve this.

But another explanation is that there was a spellcaster nearby who directed the qiē, but that's even less realistic. The knights of the wolf's claws have completely taken over the city, and the spellcasters who belong to this city have all been taken away by the national mages, and even the city guards are now isolated on a section of the city wall a few hundred feet away, and their weapons have been left behind......

The knights were in an uproar, and they finally noticed that the elf had appeared behind them at some point. He knocked over one of the knight's squires with a single punch, snatching his sword and slicing the ropes from his hands and feet. Between the sword light, the two guys who were caught off guard were already wailing separately. Cover your scratched eyes, and then he kicks them off the city one by one!

Of course, this will not change the situation. Although escaped for the time being. However, he had no armor or weapons on him, and he was surrounded by knights, so he could not escape even if he had wings......

It's just that this bizarre situation is enough to make Zaire feel angry, and a group of people around him have been tricked like idiots, and what is even more odious is that the dwarf roared excitedly as if he had been doused with dragon blood in legend!

"Ah......hh Little white face, why didn't you use it sooner if you have a way to escape! Untie the uncle first, no, go catch the damn commander first! What's the use of you running so far? Don't twist the stinky stone of the damned jackal, let the dwarf uncle speak! I ...... Ahhh

Fortunately. The dwarf's shouting of excitement soon turned into a scream of misery—and it was at this moment that the iron hoop above his head was tightened a few more times, and the pain of the tightening became even more unbearable as his spirit relaxed a little.

"What are you idiots doing, why don't you catch that guy for me! That's it...... Wait, who are you?"

Roaring commanded several people around him, but Zaire's gaze. Suddenly there was a tightness.

He drew his saber with a thud and turned to shout to the young soldier who was tasked with executing the dwarves......

If it hadn't been for the dwarf's howl, he might not have noticed that there was something wrong with the soldier who executed the dwarf—although the hoop had not been in his hands for a long time, the man in charge of handling the instrument had been specially chosen by Zaire because of the cruel results of the instrument in that description. So he specially found one of the most murderous veterans in the corps to take on this task.

And not this young, somewhat strange guy in front of me.

Even though he was wearing a legion's overcoat, Zaire was certain that he was by no means his own subordinate, or even a member of any detachment of the Demon Wolf Legion - although the helmet obscured half of his face, the pale and sharp chin was enough to reveal his age, and anyone with a little common sense could easily see that the burqa and chain mail on his body were obviously a few sizes larger, and they were not tied tightly at all, like ......

Yes, it's like peeling it off someone and putting it on casually.

Qianren took a few steps back, instinctively feeling that this guy was in some danger - he was too close to him!

Rumor has it that a type of outlaw circulates in the city, and they are adept at stealing their tracks and harvesting prey...... It's like the legendary hunters, but their prey is not a beast, but a human life.

This kind of killer is no less terrible for soldiers, after all, assassination is different from the confrontation between two armies, and the dagger that sticks out of the darkness is still difficult to prevent even a sword saint or a great knight, so they are the most favorite and most common force used by those nobles.

And this one in front of you may be one of them......

Thinking like this, Zaire couldn't help but secretly rejoice, if it weren't for his shrewdness and good memory, I am afraid that he would not notice this person's problem for a while, and it is even very likely that he will really succeed.

"Well done...... You spy, but, after all, you are a bad move. He sneered, and several knights behind him had already raised their crossbows in their hands—they had all just been captured from the city guards, and they were all extremely fine heavy crossbows, and the extremely rigid crossbow arms could even make the user fearful.

However, the man did not seem to have the slightest fear.

He casually removed his helmet and ripped off the broad armor on his body. It's as easy as a person who has just returned to his home after a busy day.

But no one seemed to be able to read his face clearly—the pitch-black, soft robes that showed out beneath the wide armor. It was as if the deepest shadow had absorbed even the arc of the setting sun into itself, and the broad hood hung down from the darkness, revealing only his pale jaw.

He pursed his lips, as if to allow the shadow to outline an undulating set of curves and corresponding expressions on his pale face.

Disdain.

The folds of the hood turned slightly, and the knights couldn't help but tense their bodies in awe, the invisible gaze. It was only a moment in the time that it was on everyone, but it was so indifferent, like the majesty of a lion looking at its prey under its paws.

An eerie silence permeated the circle of dozens of people. It's like a ripple.

But soon, it was broken by a louder noise.

"I'm talking about you bastard...... Uh-huh, boy Edward, it's you? You're back. You know ......."

"Shut up!"

The wooden frame around his neck was finally opened, and the dwarf bounced up like a ball of flesh, and the rope that bound him still restrained him, but it didn't stop him from turning his head around, yelling, and then being suppressed by a cold drink.

"So you're Your Excellency Viscount Edward Vincent?"

Zaire tugged at the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes at the dark figure, but soon, the panic in his heart calmed down a little - although he knew that the other party might be a powerful mage, but a mage surrounded by dozens of knights. No matter how powerful you are, you're limited after all, right?

Distance is life, this proverb of the mages has spread so far and wide that even the peasants have heard it, not to mention that it is not the waste peasant soldiers who are surrounding the wall. They are all the elite of Wolf Claw, and when they were on an expedition to the Empire, they didn't have to compete with those mages, so close to each other, holding that kind of sophisticated crossbow, even if they were genuine mages. Not to mention, he's just an apprentice with the name of a mage.

No matter what happens in the future, but at least for now, I have an absolute advantage.

"Who are you?" a cold and hard voice floated from the black robe.

"I am Baron Zaire, the thousand-man leader of the Fourth Brigade of the Demon Wolf Knights, please don't get me wrong, Your Excellency the Viscount, my actions are not malicious, just because among your subordinates, there are some scum, and they dare to assassinate a nobleman in a frenzy, well, so I just want to punish these two people, for your other subordinates, I am just worried that they are too excited, so I ......"

"Oh, the mad assassination of you? How did you assassinate a thousand of you with two people? Or did you have a group of blind and deaf people, so you let two people find a chance? And then what? Are you still ghosted? Are you an undead?"

The young lord interrupted unceremoniously, and the sarcasm and contempt in his words made Zaire's face flush suddenly. It was as if he had been slapped in the face. The so-called one does not do, two do not stop - there may not be such a saying in this world, but at this moment, the things that this demon wolf knight thinks of in his heart are obviously similar.

He took a deep breath and was about to spit out a decisive word...... But the young city lord had already raised his head.

It was a gloomy gaze hidden under the shadow of the helmet. It shimmered with a strange silver—a sheen that would never have been seen in the pupils of a living creature.

When I realized this, a terrible pain immediately interrupted the thoughts of a thousand people!

It was as if there were countless needles, no, iron rods sticking straight through the eyes and into the head, and then violently stirring the brain inside, and the terrible pain almost made him feel like he had turned into a mess!

By the time Zaire regained consciousness a little, at least half of the people in the city had turned into rolling gourds, throwing away their swords and crossbows, holding their heads, rolling on the ground, groaning and screaming! Even the few who could still maintain normalcy were staggering back, let alone attacking.

The unbelievable shock made this veteran also look like a wooden clay sculpture.

No wonder he had no sense of being surrounded by knights, as if they never existed...... Because for him, what kind of knight is really just a group of ants in front of him.

A thought flashed through his mind, and Zaire reflexively retreated in a panic...... Or rather, crawling backwards—the armor that had once been delicate and delicate was now as stiff and heavy as a block of lead that had been burned together, and he struggled several times. But he couldn't stand up at all, and in the panic, he could only use his hands and feet to retreat!

"Well, the assassination you are talking about, isn't that so?"

The young man looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitching.

I didn't see him make any movements, but he wasn't far away. The hammer, which had been smashed on the ground, suddenly flew up with a thud! It was like being rotated by an invisible giant, drawing a half circle in the air and smashing heavily into Zaire's legs!

Bang!

Crashing sounds. The twisting sound of metal and the crushing of flesh and bones blended into a dull but sharp eerie tone, like a spike piercing the eardrums of everyone who heard it, causing them to involuntarily inhale a breath of cold air. The heart is tight, and the back is cold!

Zaire froze in place, his brain completely paralyzed before the pain could squeeze out of his lungs, and he forced his screams back into his stomach. He struggled like a dying animal, rolled his eyes and fainted......

Farther away, the knights were a little sluggish, their weapons clenched tightly, but they did not dare to charge forward at all...... Right in front of them, the appearance of those companions falling down and screaming for no apparent reason had been deeply engraved into their minds. The legend of the omnipotence of those mages was spinning in their minds at this time, even if they were facing only one person......

"It's not...... I said, Edward boy, you were the one who put this on me just now?"

In the midst of this chaos, the dwarves finally found their chance. Breaking free from the ropes and chains on his body, he shook off the burdens in dissatisfaction, and tried to remove the iron hoop from his head, chattering and complaining: "Do you know how painful it is? Why do you want to deal with me like this? And since you have the kung fu to pretend to be their person, you might as well help us earlier, and since it is you." Why are you putting this thing on me, do you know how much this damn thing hurts? It's my Baroque Night Rain, and it's a different one, like Melianne's kid is already running out of blood, you know...... Ahhhh......h

The next moment the complaint turned into a series of screams, and the invisible force twisted the winch, tightening the iron hoop on his head, and his two eyeballs suddenly doubled in size. Almost squirted out of his eyes!

"Who do you think is the blessing of this virtue?"

The Psychic Warlock spoke slowly, but his voice was like a cold wind blowing from the fifth layer of hell: "It hurts? I don't think it's enough! If you want your pitiful brain to remember the problem, I think it should be several times more powerful! Also, you should be glad that these idiots haven't caused any irreparable damage yet, so I can spare you this time, but I didn't let you eat dry food and drink rotten wine when I let you be the captain of this city guard...... The next time you make a mistake because of drinking, do you believe it or not, I'll just get your brain out?"

The dwarf's body shuddered a little, and even the pain in his head was thrown aside—he intuitively felt that the young man in front of him was a little different from what he remembered. There was not a single smile on that pale face, and it was like a knife under the shadows, leaving only cold, stiff lines......

It's chilling.

Fortunately, at this time, the force of the twisting headband flipped and let go of him, so he pulled out the hateful circle on his head, and even took a few strands of hair out of it.

The Psychic turned his gaze to the other side.

"As for you...... You remember to me, Meliane, this is my city, but now it is also your city, your home. ”

With his voice, the dull sound drew everyone's attention to the city head.

It was the sound of a thud, like the sound of a horse's hooves hitting the ground, but the sound was accompanied by a white light, appearing below, behind the wolf-claw knights!

The wolf paws stationed under the walls didn't know much about what was happening on the walls, so they could only stare at the splendor that had swept away in their midst, and the huge shadows that rushed out of it—a gigantic body that was more than eight feet wide, and almost six feet wide, and a body similar to that of a giant man slumped out, protruding a huge head almost similar to that of the most sturdy horse— It was only wider and thicker, with two thick, sharp corners on either side of the head, and blood-red eyes and a thin snort that made them look extremely crazy.

Even more striking than this skull were the two humanoid arms of each monster, and the human-sized axe and broad-bladed broadsword held in front of it.

The knights collapsed almost instantly.

Although the number of enemies is only one-thirtieth of theirs, the strength of these fierce beasts far exceeds the advantage brought by numbers...... With a wave of the arm, one or two soldiers were torn in half! A brutal collision was enough to break the bones of several people, and the sturdy tower shield and spear were no different from bark and straw in front of these monsters, breaking and tearing, and they could not even rub through the thick layer of fur on the monster's body!

"Yes, this is your home. ”

In the midst of the screams, the young, peaceful, and indifferent voice sounded in the head of the city, and also in the hearts of every city guard in Burgundy: "If you want to stop wandering around in the future, and being scolded as a homeless bastard, give me a good guard of it, and show your decisiveness, your responsibility, is to make those who dare to invade this place pay the price at the first time, even if he points to my city with a toothpick." ”

Tolerance, forgiveness...... That's something that only the gods need to think about, and all you need is to send them to their gods. (To be continued......)

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