When Arthur appeared again, he could already elicit a flood of cheers, shouting the name of the Terminator, waiting for the killing he was about to begin.

The enemy has become stronger and stronger, but Arthur is also getting stronger and stronger, in addition to the skills of hand-to-hand combat are becoming more and more sophisticated, in fact, more hole cards are revealed. But it gives Arthur the thrill of going against the wind.

Returning to the library in the dark, a figure suddenly sprang out of the corner and rushed towards Arthur, who was on his own defense, but the figure stopped in front of Arthur.

It turned out to be Gru.

"Mr. Arnold, please save Sissy!" Gru pleaded, tilting his head and pleading.

Arthur was stunned: "What's wrong with Sissy!" Sissi is the name of the beautiful girl who was favored by Gru.

"She's been taken away by Mr. Sherlock!" Gru said at a loss, even at this time, he was referring to Mr. Sherlock as the Sherlock Child.

Arthur immediately understood that this was a goblin version of the robber of the people's daughter, but the other party was the son of Councilor Sherlock, and he really didn't want to mess with him, but looking at Gru's humble and pleading look, his two big eyes were already bursting with tears. Arthur couldn't refuse him.

Sighed, "Okay, where are they going now, you take me quickly." ”

Gru immediately thanked him and said something of praise.

Arthur said angrily, "Shut up, do you still want to save her!" To be honest, instead of making Arthur feel the satisfaction of helping others, Gru's gratitude made him a little disgusted and deeply sad. I couldn't help but see Gru lying on his stomach reading those words.

Gru immediately stopped his mouth and trotted all the way in front of Arthur to lead the way, and sure enough, it didn't take long for a luxurious carriage to be parked in a corner alley not far from the academy, and Sherlock Son obviously couldn't wait.

Arthur told Gru to hide and break into the alley. Originally, Arthur meant to break in and snatch people away, but reasoning with this kind of goblin is a brain disease, but let the other party understand his identity. But as soon as he entered, a sharp sword light forced him out, and Arthur watched intently.

A swordsman was standing with a sword in his hand, and the sword light that burst out from his sword just now was - Dou Qi.

Arthur knew that things were in trouble tonight. This is obviously Sherlock's bodyguard, his strength is definitely above level ten, and he can easily penetrate the steel helmet with a breathable attack, not to mention his own divine stone skin.

Arthur suddenly felt some warm wetness on his face, and only then did he realize that the sword that he thought he had dodged had cut his cheek.

Since he can't beat it, he can only be reasonable, Arthur shouted angrily: "Your Excellency's behavior, is it considered a man?"

The man was not angry, he just leaned against the wall casually, and said with a smile: "It's just to make money to eat, and a man without money is not a man! By the way, what do you do with goblins? ”

Arthur was helpless for a moment, for humans, it didn't matter to them what happened between several goblins, there was no justice and morality to speak of.

Arthur thought for a moment, then casually spread his hands and said, "That's right! It's just a few dirty goblins, and they really can't fight hard." ”

Gru, who had been peeking around, was suddenly filled with despair and anger at being deceived, since he was born, no human had ever been as kind to him as Arthur, teaching him how to write lingua franca, joking with him, giving him time to read his favorite books, praising the civilization of the goblins, and he had even regarded Arthur as a true friend.

But now this friend betrayed him and despised all his friendships.

He couldn't hide anymore, he jumped out and said angrily: "You are all the same, the same, look down on the goblins, look down on Gru, say that we are friends, say that the civilization of the goblins is great, are all lies. ”

Goblin Gru shouted in the loudest voice of his life, "Mr. Arnold, you are a big bastard!" but tears were already streaming down his face.

Arthur's face changed, he looked at Gru coldly, turned around and walked towards Gru, Gru's tiny legs trembled, but he tried to raise his head and stare at Arthur's cold eyes. He knew what was going to happen next, his mother had been kicked in the stomach by a human, and she had to vomit blood for two days before she died.

Fear ran wild in his mind, and he almost wanted to kneel down and ask Mr. Arnold for forgiveness, but there was always another voice shouting in his heart, "Never bow your head, this time, never bow your head, and one last time, never bow your head." So he just stood and waited.

But to his surprise, Arthur suddenly disappeared, and when Arthur stepped out, still in mid-air, his other leg suddenly exerted force and crashed into the swordsman behind him.

The swordsman who had a look on his face instantly turned into surprise, and when Arthur turned around and turned his back to him, he had already let go of all his defenses, but Arthur fit and collided, and suddenly crossed his attack range, and the long sword in his hand could no longer exert its maximum power. The best thing to do now is to retreat, but behind him is the wall, and there is already a step back.

But anyone who can use his fighting spirit is undoubtedly not experienced in a hundred battles, and the swordsman himself is definitely not slow to react. With the sword swinging in his right hand, his left hand had already condensed a blue fighting spirit. It is undoubtedly much faster to condense the fighting qi with the hands than to attach to the sword, and the hands are also more useful in this kind of melee combat. It was pretty much his best bet.

In this short moment, the distance between the two quickly approached.

As if anticipating, Arthur grabbed the sword with his right hand and grabbed it, but the blood suddenly flowed down from his palm, and as long as the other party used more force, the palm would be sliced off. But there was no need anymore, because the vindictive hand was already imprinted on Arthur's back. This palm is already fatal enough, and under the absolute strength comparison, it is difficult for the strategy to exert its value.

As the swordsman had expected, Arthur was instantly knocked away, but the swordsman's face was not filled with the joy of victory, but with horror. He wanted to jump because a pair of large yellow hands had closed towards him, but a pair of clay hands had already grabbed his feet. Originally, he could easily break free from the mud hand under his feet, but anyone who exerted force must have a process of pulling back, and while attacking Arthur, he was also in the most powerless moment.

In the blue fighting spirit, the mud claw only lasted for a moment, but this moment was enough, the two big hands had successfully hit the swordsman, and the barely raised fighting spirit was suddenly scattered, and the swordsman's blood rolled and wanted to escape, yes, as long as he escaped, there was still hope, and his speed was absolutely impossible for the other party to catch up. But he immediately felt sluggish, and instead of escaping smoothly, he almost fell because of the wrong force.

The effect of the Retardation Technique has been activated, so the escape that should have been easy has become a luxury, and the swordsman who has lost the protection of his fighting spirit is immediately turned into a pile of meat sauce by the mud pills.

Arthur stumbled up from the ground and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the bloody swordsman. It is true that the difference in strength can ignore the strategy, but what if the strength is close? A strategy can decide life and death. Not to mention a series of schemes?

Arthur's plan was this, first paralyzing the opponent, then shortening the distance, summoning a mud pellet to kill with one hit. It's easy to say, but it takes a lot of effort, first of all, how to paralyze the other party, here Gru just jumped out to cooperate, and then simply risked being attacked from behind to turn around, reduce the opponent's defense to a minimum, and then have a chance to break into his attack range, creating an opportunity to kill the other party.

If it weren't for this period of martial arts training, Arthur wouldn't have been able to connect all his movements so perfectly. If there is a little negligence, let the swordsman escape, relying on the mud pill will definitely not be able to catch up with him.

Spit out a mouthful of blood at random and walk to the carriage. The chilling palm still hurt Arthur deeply, and if it wasn't for the concentration of the power of the earth in the group in advance, Arthur would have been a dead man by now.

Arthur kicked open the door of the carriage and lifted the Sherlock out of the way, hesitating what to do with him, killing was easy but infinitely troublesome.

The Sherlock boy seemed to see Arthur's hesitation, and he, who was struggling to beg for mercy, shouted at this time: "You dare not kill me, my father is a councilman, do you understand? If you dare to kill me, he will not let you go." ”

At this time, the mother goblin named Sissy also said, "Curator Arnold, please let him go!

Gru rushed over and said, "Impossible, Sissy, you were obviously snatched by him. I, I like you!"

Cissy glanced at Gru with disdain: "Then why didn't you save me when I was snatched away, why did you just hide aside?"

Gru was speechless, he wanted to say I couldn't do it, but he couldn't, he knew he was afraid, he couldn't help but admit it.

Cissy continued, "And I don't like you at all, Gru, what do you give me? I don't want to live in a library for the rest of my life. ”

Gru didn't seem to know the Sissi in front of him, this Sissi who was full of determination to change his fate, and he was not as determined as a goblin. "That's not what you said before!"

Sissy said mercilessly: "There was no choice before, but now it's different! Sherlock is the son of President Sherlock, you can't hurt him, Curator Arnold, please let him go quickly." ”

"Do you hear that? You're nosy, let me go, you idiot!" said Sherlock, who was caught up in the air at this time.

Things developed dramatically, but Arthur felt a bad breath in his heart, and looked at Gru, who bowed his head and was silent, Sissy with a determined face, and Sherlock with a smug face.

Sighing in Chinese: "Don't curse this thief, live in vain!"