Night Crow Master

[Level 3 89%], [Level 3 12%]

Glancing at the experience slot in the career bar, Yate speeded up his pace again-if his guess was correct, it should be so.

Thinking back to the assassins who were killed and the blue rose pattern in his eyes, he frowned slightly.

However, although he thought a lot, Heros, who had been following him, did not think of it.

The mysterious actions of God Yat made his existing doubts become more and more intense.

In the end, after killing another assassin disguised as a servant, Helos couldn't help but ask:

"Why are you going this way? This is not the way to the outside of the castle."

Yate's footsteps paused. Although he knew it was not so easy to turn the thugs together, he didn't expect the other party to realize it so quickly. He sighed and whispered:

"You should be able to be sure, the one who worked on the castle of Viscount Red Rose."

"I know this." Heros will follow Yate, and he confirmed that the person who did it was Viscount Lan Qiangwei's. "This group of people are Mrs. Qiangwei's experiments."

These people are very strong, each of them almost comparable to a rogue with a median strength, and they have killed seven people along the way.

However, Heros can also be sure that what he encounters now is definitely only a small part of the sneakers.

Estimate the number. There are at least fifty at least, and hundreds of them are not impossible.

There are only so many of the fifty mid-level professionals in the mercenary guild that their Red Rose leads.

Moreover, the most important thing is that these people are not more than 30 years old, so they are all excellent talents.

But this was also the point that puzzled him, and later saw the common characteristics of all these people——

Crappy fighting skills and unfamiliar fighting methods.

Combining the dark blue markings seen on the corpses with the slightly altered parts, how could he not think that these people were experimental objects?

Although certain of these things gave him a little more trust in this Sir Crowred, he certainly wouldn't fully trust him.

The abnormality of the opponent's path made him react immediately.

And Helos' suspicion made Yate a bit of a headache. He did not think of any reason to persuade the other party to cooperate with him for the time being.

Stop Viscount Lan Qiangwei?

Impossible, the Viscount Lan Qiangwei dared to do something against Viscount Red Qiangwei, and even invaded the castle, there must be some backing.

Powerful spell props? Have foreign aid? Improved strength?

An Apocalypse-level magic item, a helper whose strength is as different as Viscount Red Rose, or Viscount Blue Rose himself has broken through to the Apocalypse.

In any case, fighting Viscount Lan Qiangwei is definitely not the most ideal choice.

Even forcibly breaking through the castle's defenses is much safer than fighting against Viscount Lan Qiangwei.

The other party dared to hold a banquet-at the same time there are four high-ranking powers, three of them are attacking on occasions close to the apocalypse level, and the last one may be the largest.

If a high-level professional can deal with four to five mid-level professionals, then an apocalypse-level wizard can easily kill ten high-level professionals.

Even these high-level professionals are close to the Apocalypse.

It is indeed very difficult for a high-level power stalker to confront six or seven mid-level guards, but it is possible to be cautious if you only want to escape.

Yate's face was as usual, and when he was about to give reasons such as benefits, the other party immediately interrupted him:

"Forget it, I refuse to cooperate with you, for any reason."

There was determination in Heros's voice. He no longer planned to participate in this matter. He took a deep look at Yate, did not say anything, and chose to leave.

"..." Looking at the blurry shadow leaning on the wall, Yate fell silent for a while, and then showed a wry smile.

This is a bit bad.

With his strength, facing more than six agile professionals, even with the help of ten crow servants, it is impossible to break through the blockade head-on.

He also didn't choose to break through behind Helos. If he did, he would be more likely to be used as a bait to break through. The opponent would be easier to break through, and his own danger would become greater.

"...The art of language." Yate shook his head. "It doesn't work all the time."

He raised his head, looked at the corner of the front corridor, pulled the sleeves on both sides, comforted the crow servant in the sleeves, and moved forward more cautiously.

In the face of a crisis, running away is not necessarily the safest choice.

Of course, he can choose to find a room to hide in, and then come out until the event is over-but, don't know why, he feels that if he hides, he will be more dangerous after the event is over.

This inexplicable feeling made him frown, but in the end he chose to believe it—if his speculation was correct, the feeling was right.

At this moment, a figure of a man and a woman dressed as two servants suddenly appeared around the corner.

When they saw Yate, they did not pretend to be close and attacked like the servants they had encountered before, but did not hesitate to drew the dagger and rushed towards Yate.

"...Has the body been found?"

Yate, who had realized this, raised his palm to the two.

When the two of them saw Yate lift up his palm, they didn't even intend to stop the sprint. With the tacit understanding of the two of them, they could completely kill the troublemaker directly!

The two attackers suddenly separated from the left and the right, and rushed towards Yate in a flanking formation.

Yate moved his palm without hesitation, and a palm-sized black foggy ball shot towards the "maid" on the left.

Dark energy erodes!

call--

The "maid" hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the attack by interrupting her impact movement, and when she performed such a movement, she didn't worry, other companions would definitely be able to take the opportunity to kill each other.

When he saw Yate releasing spells against his companion, the "manservant" next to him had already approached Yate. As long as he took a step forward, he could stab the dagger into the opponent's body.

The opponent's choice is definitely to avoid and then wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

And Yate's next choice was just as he expected. When he saw the attacker approaching, he took a step back.

There was a smirk on the corner of the "manservant"'s mouth, and he knew you would do it.

however.....

At the same time as he retreated, Yate's eyes flashed slightly, spiritual energy surged, and strange light and shadow surged on Yate's body.

A faint sense of fear bloomed in the male servant's heart. He couldn't help but recall what he had experienced in the master's dungeon this year. Rose's root system penetrated through his wounds, which was terrifying and howling. Pain once again surfaced on the surface of the memory. The bodies that I can see every day and were dragged away because of the failed experiment--

He was afraid that he would be a part of it.

The appearance of fear caused his movements to pause slightly. Then, the maid who had avoided the attack of Ater's spell widened her eyes. She saw a bird with reddish feathers in black poking out of the tuxedo wizard’s chest. Opened the bird's beak--

A black fog ball slightly smaller than a fist flew out and hit his companion's eye.

"Ah!!!" The assailant dressed as a footman cried out, and the attack stopped immediately.

"Garrie!" the assailant dressed as a maid couldn't help shouting in surprise, and then rushed over with a dagger.

However, she was not too close to Yate. Before she jumped, Yate's attack had been completed-

The blood-stained black iron cane swung obliquely upwards, and hit the attacker named Jiali **** the neck.

Click!

The fragile cervical spine made a crisp sound, and the assailant who lost his balance due to the severe pain suddenly felt a fainting sensation.

A blow to the jugular vein and arteries on the side of the neck can cause transient cerebral ischemia and cause temporary fainting.

With his strength, it is impossible to achieve such an effect with the palm of his hand, but... a powerful attack of a black iron cane can complete this effect, even the neck bone is interrupted, he does not believe it. No effect.

When he completed this attack, he immediately rushed forward, and the forward bashing action overthrew the fainted attacker directly to the ground.

And the attack of the "maid" also failed.

She adjusted her figure and looked at the man who fell on the ground with unknown life and death, her feelings of nostalgia that had been difficult to express turned into sadness and anger.

"Go to hell!!!"

Filling her chest with anger increased her speed a lot. Before Yate could turn around, the opponent was already behind him.

However-he is not only himself.

Two crow servants were already standing on his shoulders, a gray light flashed in one of his eyes, and a cloud of smoke appeared on the assailant dressed as a maid.

Curse of weakness.

The other one spat out a dark glow into the attacker's face.

The sudden decrease in physical fitness caused her dagger to attack slightly upward, and her speed also slowed by half a minute.

Yate had long anticipated that the opponent would pursue a chase. Although the speed was a little bit faster than he expected, his response with his head down was still correct.

The dagger stabbed the top hat on his head and carried it away from the top of Yate's head.

While Yate was pressing down on her body, her arm was slammed back with the black iron cane, and the black iron hand was slammed into the waist of the "maid", which caused a pain in her body.

Chuch, she backed a few steps, and at the same time there was the sound of the black iron walking stick falling to the ground.

After the disguise, the pretty cheeks became distorted because of the pain, and at the same time, the anger surged again-the other party threw off the weapon, then, this time you are dead!

However, the next moment her eyes widened--

The wizard in the tuxedo had already crashed into her arms.

She lowered her head in disbelief and held a handle with her white hand on her chest.

The sharp blade pierced her chest and pierced her heart.