The Descendants of Wudang In Another World

　　　　 Ryan is a swordsman. This is the third skirmish he has experienced from the Civilian Swordsman Academy. After the battle, he stayed to help the priest clean the battlefield. This is a common practice in the mercenary world. Any mercenary, within three years after he became a mercenary, must stay and clean the battlefield after every battle. It is said that this can exercise the mercenary novice's ability to withstand corpses and blood. In fact, the effect is indeed good. . Many mercenaries who see blood and vomit on their bodies can grow into qualified and calm mercenary veterans in just one or two years.

　　 The death toll in this battle is more than the sum of the death toll in the three battles experienced by Ryan, but the battlefield cleaning is also the easiest of the three battles. Except for a few severely wounded people who were mixed in darkness, there was no blood, no limbs, and no corpses on the battlefield. Because all the dead were gasified in an instant, leaving no trace of dust. Ryan still felt scared now, and his hands had been trembling slightly. He was rejoicing. Fortunately, the scary red spider didn't launch the terrifying hellfire at them at first.

Ryan lifted up the last wounded who had been treated by the priest. His scorched skin had become as smooth as a baby. He looked at the overdrafted and crumbling female priest beside him, sighing in his heart. Fortunately, we have a priest, as long as it is not on the spot. Death, no matter how severe the injury, the priest can help you heal. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look towards the place where the cavalry was killed. He just turned his head, stayed for a while, and then whispered ‘ah’.

　　 The mercenary who was carrying the wounded with him heard his exclamation, turned his head, looked around for a while, but saw nothing, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong, it seems like a ghost."

　　 Ryan swallowed and said, "I just saw a man in a black night suit descend from the sky, and then disappeared into the woods along the way the fire spider escaped."

"That should be a thief. The thief is stealing things. It's okay to play assassinations. If you go to provoke the spiders, you are definitely looking for death." The mercenary continued disapprovingly: "Fire spiders have lived in the dark forest for many years. He and his eyesight are very keen, and ordinary thieves will definitely have no return. If it is a top-level assassin, it will naturally be fine."

　　 "What is the difference between that top assassin and ordinary thieves?" Ryan asked. The mercenary is only two months away from three years. He is considered a veteran. After thinking about it, he replied: "The first is breath. You can completely hide your vindictiveness and magical fluctuations. No one can sense it. The second is speed. It is said that the speed of the assassin should be as fast as that of the elves."

　　 "Then did you feel vindictive or magical fluctuations just now?"

　　 "No!" The mercenary veteran said firmly.

"I don't know how fast the elf is, but just now the thief went from the air to the ground, from the ground to the woods, just a blink of an eye." Ryan swallowed again, "I have never seen it before. People so fast."

"There is no doubt about it. The man just now must be an assassin...what, assassin." The mercenary veteran was so shocked that he didn't lift the wounded man steady and caused the wounded man to fall to the ground, even if he was fainted. In the middle, the wounded's face still showed a painful expression.

　　 The two mercenary rookies looked at each other, the assassin, that is the highest-level existence in the thieves profession. There is a saying in the mercenary world that you can offend the God of War and the Paladin, but you can't offend the necromancer and the assassin.

　　 "Maybe it is a high-level assassin. Of course, high-level assassins have no way to feel their grudge or magic, and their speed is also very fast." The mercenary veteran said with insufficient confidence.

"That's right. After all, we are still newcomers. We don't feel that the assassin's vindictiveness and magic are normal." Ryan agreed and said: "Hurry up and go back to the union. I'm tired and want to sleep. By the way, I have one. The assassin went into the forest."

　　 In fact, let alone assassins, the two of them couldn't even sense the grudge and magic of high-level thieves.

　　 The two carried the wounded and a few pastors back to the union. The atmosphere in the union was quite depressing, which was in sharp contrast to the usual noisy. Ryan put down the wounded, walked to the captain of his mercenary squad, and whispered: "Captain, I just saw a thief chasing into the forest of fire spiders. Judging from the speed, he should be an assassin."

　　 Although Ryan spoke very quietly, the union hall was quite silent at this time. Many people heard it and started talking. A arrogant magician said disdainfully: "Now everyone knows that the profession of thieves has no talents. There are only three low-level assassins in the entire continent, and these three low-level assassins are all from other countries. , So the person just now could not be an assassin. Besides, would you still be able to find out if he was an assassin? The new mercenary who cleans the battlefield should stop expressing their opinions."

The naked irony in these words made Ryan blush, and his captain said lightly: "Whoever does not become a competent mercenary by the accumulation of experience by newcomers, even if it is a veteran, how can you just now? It’s not as good as a civilian sommelier who was so scared that he didn’t dare to attack, so...

　　 The words of the captain made the hall fall silent again. Suddenly, a dozen magicians in the hall stood up nervously at the same time, holding their wands tightly in both hands. A magician shouted to everyone: "A powerful fire magic wave is coming in this direction. It is the magic wave of the red fire spider just now. Everyone prepares, the speed is very fast..." The words are not finished yet. , Widened his eyes, took two steps backwards, fell to the ground, and shouted in horror: "Impossible, how could I have entered the town so quickly." "

The words of the magician made the faces of all the mercenaries in the hall become ashen. A hundred mercenaries failed to fight the fire spiders. At most, they were laughed at by mercenaries who did not participate in this operation for a while, but now they let that terrifying fire. The spider entered the town, and the fire spider dared to rush into the town. I am afraid that its strength has been restored. With the strength of that thing, the town is estimated to have suffered heavy casualties. How does this make the world think of them? It is estimated that all the prestige of the mercenary world has been lost to them. Even if they can survive this time, they will have no face to be a mercenary anymore.

　　 A few impatient soldiers copied their weapons and were about to rush out to fight the Spider King desperately. Even if they died in battle, it would be better than being scolded to death later. As soon as he took the weapon, a black figure suddenly appeared at the door of the union hall, holding an ordinary iron sword in his left hand and not knowing what he was holding in his right hand, faintly emitting a red halo.

　　 The soldiers rushed to the door and shouted at the man in black, "Get out of the way, I'm going out and desperately. That spider **** ran to town."

　　 The man in black stared at his green eyes in surprise, then a faint smile appeared in his eyes, opened his right hand, and said, "You are talking about this thing, right!"

　　 "My God, the core of the Fire Spider King." A mage yelled out regardless of his identity.