Shaman from Afar

It was too dark at night, so that the thin wizard did not notice anything wrong with the other party, leaned forward without any precaution, and his eyes shook with wide eyes.

"What are you just here, do you know where that kid is?"

"Cough cough cough ... yes cough cough ..." lying on the dying "Tom", quietly waiting for the other party to come close enough, lowering his voice as if full of temptation: "He cough cough ... he is ... "

"where?!"

The thin man who shouted couldn't help but approached and wanted to hear clearly. At that moment, he heard the crisp snapping fingers very clearly, and then the white light spot appeared in front of him ...

Is a firefly curse!

When the thin man wanted to hide, it was too late. The dazzling white light instantly closed his field of vision. "Tom" suddenly had a short knife in his right hand, which was arrogantly inserted on the thin man's neck and cut open directly. Throat!

"Ahhhh ... slightly ... slightly ... slightly ..."

The screaming scream was blocked by the breaking sound, and the thin man who was holding back his throat repeatedly pulled out his wand panicly, even if he couldn't even pronounce a spell, still desperately gathering a gray-blue light.

Stood up, without any hesitation, grabbing the thin man's right hand, using the sword handle to directly break the opponent's arm, kicking the opponent to the corner with one foot.

Whenever a caster with a magic wand is dangerous-not because they are efficient in killing, but because of uncertainty, and Loren hates uncertainty very much.

The dazzling white light gradually dissipated, and the alley in the back wall of the church was restored to the original black at midnight. The guy in the clothes swallowed drastically and moved carefully out of the alley.

"I don't seem to have said that, let you leave, right?" Loren, who slowly turned his head, said flatly: "Why are you leaving so soon?"

"I'm just a mercenary. I'm just paying for it." The mercenary named "Jerry" laughed twice, but still clutching the hatchet in his hand: "You and our employer, we have a little No one knows. "

"But I just killed your friend, don't you plan to avenge him?"

"Dry us, it's always a matter of losing our head." Jerry licked his chapped lips: "You let me go tonight, I promise I won't mix in again, will you?"

Loren hesitated for a moment, as if he was making a lot of determination.

"Normally, I do n’t like unnecessary fights, it ’s totally unnecessary." He seemed to be talking to himself: "But I ’m sorry, things tonight are completely beyond my ability, if you let me No one knows what will happen, so ... "

"We are all businessmen licking blood at the knife edge, this friend." Jerry's expression gradually cooled down: "Why do you push people to death?"

"Move to death? Don't pretend to be silly?" Loren sneered: "If you guessed right, you didn't plan to leave me a live talk tonight."

"That's no more talk." A little disappointed mercenary stood up straight, as if preparing to move, and then threw the hatchet in his hand to Loren!

Unexpectedly, Loren flashed to the side. He heard a sound of strong wind hanging in his ear, and the sharp hatchet stuck directly on the wall behind him.

After standing firm for a while, it was found that the thick and strong mercenary had rushed in front of him, and Loren, who responded instinctively, immediately pulled out the knight's sword from the waist, and the bright sword body opened a silver .

"Dang —— !!!!!!"

As if there was a tacit understanding, the two men stepped back at the same time, and the steel sword and long-handled axe smashed a spark.

Lorren, who sank his right hand, almost failed to hold the hilt, and his knuckles came with a faint pain. It seemed to be a bit contused-he still underestimated the other party. This guy named Jerry is stronger than expected!

He had to find a way to fight with the other party, and Loren completed the judgment instantly; and the other party seemed to perceive something. After seeing him retreating, he stepped up immediately. The heavy long-handled axe was like a huge fang Python, with a slight knock, Loren has absolutely no chance to fight back!

And Loren, the prey that dodges the steel teeth of the python continuously, when his judgment is slightly deviated, the edge of the axe can tear his flesh, break his bones, and ... cut off his head!

The other party is indeed a genuine mercenary, and the trader who licks the blood of the knife is not an opponent at all than experience, strength, and speed.-Judging by the standard of the wandering knight, I am afraid that I can support it for a while. Choose to escape.

However, now that I am already a wizard, I can completely solve it by the wizard. Loren, avoiding the opponent's hacking again, suddenly raised his hands and snapped his fingers.

The mercenaries are clearly prepared. At the same moment, immediately close your eyes and lower your body, and then stab the long-handed axe in your hand as a long gun!

If Loren dared to take the opportunity to sneak attack, he would definitely be smashed ribs by the stabbed axe. But this time he used the "hovering curse".

The long-handled axe was "hit" by the sudden resistance, and Jerry, who was almost slammed with inertia, raised his head to see that Loren had jumped like an eagle, and a silver steel sword was pointed above his head. Sting!

Hengmao's upright mercenary squatted down without hesitation, erecting the long-handled axe like a flag. Loren had no time to stagnate in the air, and the steel sword that hit the edge of the axe was directly bounced from his hand!

good chance!

The mercenary didn't let the blink of an eye disappear. Loren tumbling to the ground hadn't had time to get up, and the tomahawk had stopped in front of him.

Lorren, who held the axe blade with his right hand, took out the "bright silver" behind him with his left hand, and straightened his arms as far as possible to point to the other party-in the eyes of mercenary Jerry, this was just the other party's obstinate resistance.

Seriously, what can that pretty looking little dagger do? Before he stabbed, he could cut off his hand with a single axe!

"This is what you forced me to do." The mercenary sneered: "Originally we can still discuss everything, and now we can only invite you to see the old man of Holy Cross!"

"That's not necessarily." Loren, who smiled slightly, said the "mantra" gently:

"May the void be with you."

The "bright silver" that is as cold as moonlight is activated instantly, and is completely different from the last time-the reason why Loren used his left hand, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is because the "magic wand" on his hand can maximize the "optimization" performance , And bear the extra load that they cannot bear.

The doubled power of the "bright silver" is no longer the original appearance of splitting a wooden pile, now it is enough to tear the iron shell on the knights!

The mercenaries only had time to see a gray-blue flash, and then his heart suddenly fell empty, as if something was flowing out, and the right hand holding the battle axe was getting weaker and weaker.

The blurred apprentice was standing up, slowly laying himself on the ground, and covering his eyes specially, the whole world fell into darkness ...

"Sorry." Closing his eyes for the other side, Loren murmured-although the other side might not hear.

The light of "bright silver" subsided, and there was a burst of noisy noise and swaying firelight in the distance under the night. Obviously the sound here alarmed the church priests.

But it seems that the movement is a little too big. If you remember correctly, there are not many people in the church, and even the believers outside the door can't have such a big posture-Loren even vaguely heard the sound of horseshoes and wheels. Is there anyone else?

The voice was getting closer and closer, and it was too late to leave, not to mention Loren did not plan to leave at all. Hold the long sword on your shoulders and wait for the opponent to come quietly.

The knight holding the holy cross flag stopped the horseshoe in front of him, and it was only a moment before he could trample this wizard apprentice who was not kneeling to him. There was some anger in the indifferent look of the knight.

"Your name, wizard!"

"Loren Turin." Loren, who withdrew his sword but did not bend down, just nodded slightly: "Sincere greetings to the adults of the Church of the Holy Cross!"