It's the bald killer.

Penny knew the other man's identity immediately, and he didn't stop, he could sense that the assassin was looking for an opportunity to take him out.

He didn't doubt the Assassin's thoughts, and if he found this man, he wouldn't hesitate to throw a whole bunch of the most vicious spells he could use in the face.

They have similar goals to each other, and they are not good people, so it is natural for them to meet each other on a narrow road and plot against each other to reduce a competitor.

Penny certainly understood the Assassin's thoughts, as he himself did.

From what he saw and heard at the excavation site, it was not difficult for Penny to know the danger of this assassin, and now he had a deeper understanding of the danger of this assassin.

Because he had always had a keen sense of perception, he had no idea where the assassin was hiding.

But Penny wasn't afraid of him.

Penny decided to take action.

He lurks in the shadows, waiting for his prey to make a move.

The prey was alert, for he already knew that the prey had discovered his presence, which undoubtedly made him a little alarmed.

Even the legendary ghost just now, before he made a move, was not aware of his existence in the slightest.

This shows that this mage, who does not seem to be powerful, is in some ways trickier than the ghost.

Superb spell attainment does not mean that the combat ability is strong.

As an agent, he knew this all too well.

It seemed that it would be a fierce battle, and his blood surged all over his body, watching the hesitant pace of his prey, just waiting for the prey to get close before he could deliver the fatal blow.

The shadow flickered slightly.

Enemies lurk in the shadows.

The wizard knows this very well.

So the killer saw a bright glow on the palm that the wizard raised after a brief spell, and his eyes suddenly stinged.

It's a daylight technique.

As a three-ring arcane, it has no special lethality, and its effect only makes this corridor as bright as day.

A light that is more intense than day, to be exact.

This was obviously not something that the Assassins who had been in the shadows for a long time could adapt to, so the Assassins, who thought they were hunters, suddenly felt that something was wrong.

For a shadow he was hiding in had been exposed to the light that filled the hallway, and Penny had noticed the abrupt shadow on one side of the hallway for the first moment.

The hunter and the prey swapped a place.

Just as the assassin was dazzled for a moment, the mage had already made the next move, and a ray of light flickered, and the shadow that enveloped the assassin suddenly dissipated, revealing his body.

The Assassin, whose vision had regained his clarity, suddenly felt troubled by the calm gaze of the wizard.

Now there are two choices, one is to run away immediately, and the other is to rush over and fight desperately.

As an assassin, it seemed unwise to go forward and fight even though his body was exposed, but his strong self-confidence and initial impression made him hesitate.

The power of this wizard doesn't seem to be very strong.

But he soon knew he had made a mistake.

In this kind of battle, it is not right to hesitate.

No matter how slow a mage is to cast a spell, this opponent is not slow at all.

So he saw a large sphere of slime coalesce around him out of thin air.

It's a sticky orb.

His agility allowed him to retreat at first, but there were still a few pieces of slime stuck to his body, sticking to the surrounding walls and floors through filamentous solidified slime, which obviously slowed him down.

This mage was much faster than he had imagined.

The assassin's heart was shocked, from the first time he raised his hand, this mage cast three spells, the spell in his mouth was as short as lightning, and the casting posture was also very concise, this kind of spell casting efficiency was not comparable to ordinary warlocks, and it was far beyond his expectations. ...,

But now was not the time for him to think about it, the slime had greatly restricted his movements, and the mage was chanting a lengthy incantation that had made him feel ominous.

He didn't know what it was, or what the effect of it would be, but it was a bit too long for the spells the mage had just used.

As far as the layman's understanding of arcane art goes, the longer a spell is cast, the more powerful it becomes, and while this is not a reliable statement to many mages, it is not unreasonable to be able to form such an impression.

At least the wizard's long spell casting in front of him had already made the Assassin feel bad.

Several magic scrolls moved slowly around the mage as if held by an invisible force, and although the Assassin did not know the spell, he knew that it would be a disaster for him not to allow the mage to guide the spell to completion.

With a quick flick around his waist, he drew a wand, and with a brief flick, the surrounding slime turned into light and vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's a magic disarm.

Penny recognized that this was the prop that the Assassin had used to interfere with the cast of the Yin Spirit, and his expression became solemn, but the speed of the spell in his hand increased, but after a few changes of syllables and gestures, another scroll flew out of the magic bag, joining the array of magic guidance.

At this time, the Assassins also made a choice.

It's not a good idea to just turn around and run, it's equivalent to giving the initiative to this mage, this corridor is surprisingly long, there are still more than sixty yards from the next corner, with this mage's casting speed, you can release two spells, even the lowest level, can make him scramble, and if the mage wants, he can even keep chasing him.

Importantly, he is also unaware of the ruin, so he is reluctant to enter it if he is hunted down.

Then it would be better to have a good fight with this mage, the distance between the two is less than ten yards now, and for a skilled assassin like him, even if he starts on the spot, it will only take less than two seconds to get in front of the mage.

The danger of being a wizard in close proximity will be reduced to a very low level.

He has many ways to deal with mages in close quarters.

Many thoughts passed through his mind in an instant, and for such a skilled killer, many judgments were made directly by instinct, so that the Assassin appeared before he could finish the mage's spell.

Penny's spell didn't collapse, he looked at the rushing Assassin, as if he had been prepared, and the Assassin drew the thin-bladed sword wrapped around his waist in the middle of the attack - this kind of sword is just as easy to hide as a dagger, and has the advantage of a longer attack range, of course, the fly in the ointment is that the metal used to make this sword is only known to a few magicians on the Elven Islands, so it is also extremely valuable.

With a weapon made of this metal, one can imagine how mysterious the origin of this assassin is.

Of course, the most notable thing about this sword for Penny is that it threatens his life.

But he didn't panic, the assassin's long sword touched the mage's mage armor, and a slippery force field made the tip of the sword slide away, the assassin was not surprised, he was no stranger to this thing, and he was also very good at dealing with it, it took time to lift the magic wand, so he just flipped his wrist, and the blade made a wind sound in this short distance of a few inches, and slashed vertically into the mage's protective force field from another angle.

Vertical cutting, naturally, can easily break through the force field armor that discourages strength, the principle seems simple, but there are not many swordsmen who can do this.

But then he didn't wait for the expected sound of flesh cracking, and there was a strange feeling of weakness in his hand, and he looked closely, noticing that the mage's body seemed to be being pushed and moved by his long sword. ...,

This surprised him, and his gaze moved slightly, only to see the mage's feet lifted off the ground at some point.

"Weightlessness?" the Assassin recognized the spell, which would cause great trouble for many unskilled warriors.

In the case of being caught off guard, the trouble caused is naturally greater.

When did he use this spell?The Assassin was momentarily stunned, remembering that it didn't exist on him before the battle had even begun.

But the spell in his ears reminded him that now was not the time to be distracted, and it also explained his doubts.

Now he didn't wonder why the spell of this spell was so long, because he knew that the mage had just cast two spells in a row.

At that moment, the voice of the incantation stopped abruptly, and the nerves of the assassin froze.

He knew that this fateful spell had finally been channeled, and suddenly a dozen faint voices came from around him, seemingly chanting different spells at the same time, and those spell scrolls suspended in the air opened at the same time, emitting a flickering light.

The Assassin knew that this was the last moment, and if this one didn't sound long to end, he wouldn't have any more chance.

He quickly raised his disarming wand and recited the spell to the mage as fast as he could, while the long sword in his hand continued to cut into the mage's body without stopping, while wrapping the shadow around the body again.

Although the shadows no longer have any invisibility effect in this daylight environment, this retreat will help him block some spell damage.

This was the last turn to fight this dangerous mage, and he knew that life and death were decided in this instant.

He felt the sword finally pierce the mage's flesh with the help of a magic disarming wand, but the next moment the sound of a clash of gold and iron made his heart feel dead to ashes.

The longsword is blocked.

The mage who has finished casting the spell has two hands free.

The Assassin in the shadows felt a shock, and the shadow wrapped around his body was torn apart by a magic spell as it had been at the beginning, and under the Assassin's horrified gaze, a large cloud of various spell energy smashed into his head.

Call......

Penny let out a long breath and stared in a cold sweat at the horrific corpse on the floor.

It was a thrilling battle, and he didn't know if many spells could kill this dangerous assassin - a clever assassin was often trained in many ways to use his body strength to resist spell attacks of all natures, so the safest way was to smash him to death with a large number of spells of different natures, for which he used a somewhat immature spell chain trigger, and paid a little price.

He threw away the dagger, which had an extra gap, and took out a bottle of potion and applied it to the wound on his shoulder, which was not deep or shallow, and this blood streak was close to his neck, and a little more would have caused a fatal wound.

Then he looked down and picked up the long sword that had fallen to the ground, and looked at the corpse with its head blooming, and suddenly noticed a nameplate in the middle of the clothes that had been burned to pieces.

The nameplate was carved with a quaint pattern, as if the pattern itself exuded a mysterious power, and Penny cast the hand of a mage, took it from a distance, looked at it a few times, and suddenly became a little alert.

The above line of text, where has he seen it.

This is the Loyan script, the language of the Imasca Empire.

As for the content, it is a letter, and the letter of the Loyan script, like the letter of the Latin alphabet, is pronounced 'Akmo'.

The discovery made him a little frightened, and he looked down at the shapeless corpse, and his mind began to be a little confused.

He hadn't imagined that this strange assassin would have anything to do with Imaska, but he didn't know if it was a grave keeper, a regent, or a traitorous scholar. ...,

From the information he received from the grave keeper Dilpur, he knew that there were no more than these three factions of the remnants of the imasca that existed, but he did not know much about them.

He only knew that the leader of the tomb keepers with Dilpur was named Haylasher, but whether this man was still alive, dead or alive, and whether his descendants were still guarding the tombs of the ancient empire like Dilpur, Penny did not know.

As for the other two camps, Penny has not been in contact with at all.

So he took the nameplate and fell into confusion.

Maybe it's because some weird bandit organization is so boring that it uses the word Imaska as a code name? But which group would be so boring? And the bandit organization that does so has nothing to do with Imaska.

Ordinary people probably don't even know these symbols.

He sealed the nameplate with a spell and threw it into the magic bag.

At this stage, Penny has an attitude of not approaching Imaska's things, and the appearance of this assassin has made him even more determined to this, no matter who this assassin belongs to, if there are such characters in the organizations related to Imaska, he will definitely be in trouble if he steps into it without knowing how serious.

He pondered for a moment, and through a crack in the corridor, he pushed the corpse into the dimensional void outside the corridor with a force field wave.

It is necessary to destroy the corpses.

But what exactly is hidden in this ruin? It seems that not only the Chromay Research Institute, but also the attention of Imaska.

This made Penny extremely curious, since he had already killed this assassin, it was okay to continue to explore, at least to solve some of the doubts in his mind.

Walking through several corridors, he gradually discovered that the scale of this hanging corridor built in the otherworldly void had reached an astonishing scale, and many places had traces of portals, like a huge labyrinth.

Maybe it was originally a labyrinth, if it wasn't for the researchers who originally belonged here, they crashed into it headlong, and they would only get lost.

Most of these portals had been violently vandalized, and a hall passing through reinforced Penny's assertions.

It seemed to be a research room, with many spoiled magic items in it, as well as scattered bones, the shape of which indicated that they did not die of natural causes, and in many places indicated that they had experienced extremely fierce battles, and interestingly the traces of these bones were not very old, some were less than a thousand years old, which surprised Penny even more.

Could it be that this institute still existed for thousands of years after the destruction of Nase, until it was deserted after a foreign invasion?

That's incredible.

Following the Hub's lead, he passed another large hall where the contents caught his eye, and he stepped inside, a large row of bookshelves attracting his attention.

The hill-like books were placed on it, and Penny was dumbfounded, and the hall was nearly a hundred yards long and wide, densely packed with bookshelves, roughly in the tens of thousands.

Nearly blinded Pennysh.

The thick parchment can withstand the invasion of time many times, the center of the page is at least well preserved, and this hanging gallery seems to be rarely insects and other creatures, so the text is quite clear, but unfortunately Penny has not studied the language of Nase, so he can only express helplessness in the face of these books.

However, you can't go home empty-handed, these books are piled up here, and they are definitely precious materials.

Penny was very cunning, and although he didn't know the Naisse script, he still recognized one of the languages of the ancient Naise.

That's the Chromic Whisper, although, just a few letters and phrases.

Then he could rummage through the books, and whatever brought him to know the letters must have something to do with the Offa. ...,

He picked out dozens of books piecemeal, frowned, and knew that this was a very inefficient job, so he could only shake his head and turn away.

"Hey, wait, don't go, don't go, outsider. Suddenly, a faint voice floated from the center of the hall, attracting Penny's attention: "Outsider, come back."

The mage turned his head in astonishment to see a bottle vibrating on a writing desk in the distance.

And the voice came from there.

This is the language of the wood tribe, because the mage often deals with certain wood creatures, so although it is a little rusty, it still understands the general idea.

The mage frowned and walked cautiously.

This bottle, which was only the size of a small wine bottle, had a dirty appearance, and seemed to be covered with a thick layer of dust, and even the material could not be seen clearly, but it was just a pure gold cork inlaid with a magic array on the mouth of the bottle, and a little lower was a little transparent bottle mouth, which seemed to be glass......

"Outsiders, oh my God, Mocha has been waiting for more than 1,200 years to finally see people again. The voice continued to come from inside the bottle and into Penny's ears, allowing him to confirm that the bottle was the source of the sound: "Oh, it's not easy, Mocha has been lonely for too long, wait, what are you going to do? What spell are you casting, no, don't mess with this kind of thing"

The mage placed a spell on top of the trembling bottle, and a flash of light flashed, and the bottle was cleaned and revealed.

It was indeed a glass bottle containing a peculiar creature.

The creature was just over a foot tall, and it was about the shape of a normal elf except for a pair of insect-like wings.

It is a Picker, a type of goblin.

"Oh my God, it scares the hell out of me, quick, get Mocha out there, I know where the most valuable books are. ”

It was excited, and muttered to Penny, who was observing him...... ，