Warhammer Wizard

A carriage was running on the streets of the Silver Star District, and Wilt was sitting in the carriage, closing his eyes to rest.

Under the seemingly calm expression, his mood is actually not good.

Since fighting the blasphemer two months ago, he has been looking for this target with the mark of strife. As long as you kill this blasphemer, seize the mark of strife, and hold another sacrifice ceremony, you will surely get God's response and blessings.

Rosie has always been very generous to his followers.

The blessing of this **** is to transform the sacrifice into the power of the soul, part of it for personal use, and part of it to the believer, which can directly enhance the believer's strength.

Therefore, people will take great risks to believe in Him and are keen to hold sacrifice rituals.

Wilt has been a fourth-level magic swordsman for a few years, and he can only reach the fifth level with only one step. If he can get the blessing of the gods and give credit for capturing the mark of strife, he will be able to raise at least one level.

He has prepared the Demon Soul, only to be upgraded after he is upgraded, he may be able to directly reach the sixth level!

Everything is ready, except for the blasphemer.

However, Wilt has searched for almost two months and has not found any trace of the other party.

He visited the Demon Soul Market almost every day, and even tracked down the place where the other party had lived, in the apartment on Corsham Street, but still found nothing.

"Damn it, I should have killed him that night."

Wilt regretted it, but he was helpless.

The blasphemer was very cautious. He was blindfolded the day he killed Hogan. It was dark and he didn't even know what the opponent looked like.

He only knew that the blasphemer should be a young man, a tall iron guard, with a body of transcendent element steel, and very strong.

But these characteristics are too vague, no one can be found.

Wilt didn't want to report the blasphemer to Shadow Blade, so as not to be taken away by others the opportunity to please God, so he could only look for it slowly. Because of the frequent visits and dissatisfaction, he can only find excuses to get past.

"Looking for another half month, if you still don't find it, you can only give up."

Wilt thought of the organization's plan. Although there were some twists and turns before, it has now entered the final stage, and soon, he can no longer come out at will.

He was very unwilling.

"Ok?"

Wilt opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight in the carriage, hesitated for a moment, and then overjoyed.

A clear sense emerged in his mind.

"The Mark of Dispute!"

Wilt suppressed the excitement in his heart, looked out of the glass window, quietly looking for the blasphemer.

The carriage was running on the road, not fast, and he sensed that the mark of strife was not far away, just in front of the right side of the carriage.

Wilt looked around from the corner of his eye and found that it was a bicycle.

The bicycle was in front, gradually being overtaken and overtaken by the carriage, and I saw what the rider looked like.

This is a young man of about twenty years old, with a strong build, an extremely good appearance, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a calm gaze. Anyone who sees him will be impressed.

Wilt immediately remembered what Hogan had said. The Blasphemer was a very handsome young man, and it was hard to forget it after a glance.

This person exactly matches Hogan's description.

Wilt sneered, and Hogan was right. The blasphemer's appearance was indeed brilliant.

"Finally I find you."

Secretly observing the way the other party was riding a bicycle, Wilt felt a little inexplicable emotion in his heart, both excited and upset, and wanted to kill him immediately.

The carriage quickly overtook the bicycle and pulled away.

Wilt did not rush to get out of the carriage, and stopped the carriage until the next intersection, and then got off.

He walked to a newsstand at random, with his back facing the street, pretending to buy a newspaper.

Half a minute later, the blasphemer passed behind him on his bicycle, completely unaware of the abnormality. Wilt watched the bicycle disappear into view, throwing away the newspaper to catch up.

The force of the wind element flows throughout the body.

Wilt seemed to be walking normally, stepping several meters at each step, like a breeze blowing past pedestrians. Many people flashed before their eyes, and the figures disappeared, thinking they had hallucinations.

He chased and stopped, stopping from time to time to borrow the bunker to block the vision of the blasphemer, perfectly displaying the characteristics of the blasting swordsman, extremely fast and light as the wind, but did not attract people's attention on the street.

Sometimes, bicycles pass through empty streets.

Wilt did not blindly catch up, but listened carefully to the sound of the wind. With superb tracking skills, he didn't get lost along the way.

The bicycle left the Silver Star area, ridden on the bridge, and crossed the Freigren River.

Then continue to move forward, passing through the Los Angeles area along the street, and finally into the Lynn area where the poor gather.

The streets in the slums are densely packed with people and the environment is complex and chaotic, which makes Wilt easier to track.

"I was hiding in a slum, no wonder I couldn't find it."

Wilt hated in his heart that if he hadn't been lucky today and met on the road, it might be a waste of work for a few more years.

After a while, he watched from afar and rode into a hotel.

"Basil Inn."

Wilt did not rush in. He hid in a corner outside the hotel. After observing for a while, he found that the business of this hotel is quite good. There are often extraordinary people coming in and out. Even on the street, you can hear the noise from the hotel. Voice, there are many people playing cards.

This is a normal hotel.

After the blasphemer entered, he never came out.

"This may just be his temporary residence. If you don't do it in time, it may be difficult to find next time."

Wilt hesitated, and decided to go in and investigate.

He didn't worry that he would be recognized. When he fought that night, he also covered his face, and even his voice was specially disguised.

Walking into the hotel, there was a burst of noise and the smell of wine.

Wilt frowned and glanced across a dozen tables in the entire hall. He didn't find the blasphemer. He didn't know where he was.

He sat down at an empty table and ordered a few dishes and wine.

The cries of the poker players came one after another, mixed with the laughter of the call girls, and occasionally someone lost anxiously and squabbled, all of which were driven out by the dwarf boss with red comb hair.

This scene is no different from countless hotels in the world.

The place where extraordinary people gather is nothing more than three things, playing cards, women and wine; playing cards can’t afford to lose, being jealous for women, drinking top, will eventually develop into a fight to cheer.

Wilt was eating and drinking, looking for the blasphemer.

The Hayate Demon Swordsman is very sensitive to wind and sound, but the hotel is too noisy, which affects his hearing, and he can't hear anything useful at all.

He also didn't question the waiter so as not to reveal his purpose.

Wilt was very patient. Halfway through the meal, the blasphemer appeared again, and the waiter ordered a dinner and sent it to the back courtyard.

"patio?"

Wilt grasped the key information.

After he finished his meal, he continued to sit for half an hour and waited until dark before he got up and left.

Coming out of the hotel, Wilt walked around to the back of the hotel from a distance, covered his face, and leaped over the fence, like a leaf, falling silently in a courtyard.

He stood in the corner into the shadows, and listened for a few minutes.

In the room on the courtyard side, there was a slight breathing sound, the rhythm was slow and strong, it should be an extraordinary person sleeping.

"Asleep so early?"

Wilt was a little confused, moved gently to the window of the room, and glanced in through the gap.

A white-haired man with his upper body was lying on the bed with scars all over his body, with two cross swords on the head of the bed, sleeping soundly, completely unaware of anyone approaching.

In the man’s arms, he put his arms around a beautiful woman, showing white shoulders, black curly hair covering most of his face, lying on the man’s chest, only half of his face can be seen, but infinitely beautiful. The curves under the thin blanket are undulating, which is reverie.

From the crumpled bed, it can be seen that the two men have obviously just experienced a battle.

"The demon hunter is not a blasphemer."

Because it was just a glimpse through the window, and he couldn't see clearly, Wilt couldn't judge the strength of this demon hunter, but this is a hotel in a slum, and he should not be a master.

Wilt was about to leave the window when, somehow, the profile of the woman in the room appeared in his mind.

"Where did this woman seem to have been seen before."

"And I didn't hear her breathing just now, which is really strange."

He hesitated, he stood there for a long time without remembering, and couldn't help but look inside again.

This time, Wilt focused his attention on the woman and found that there was a small beauty mole on the corner of her left mouth, only half the size of a grain of rice, inconspicuous.

"Beauty Mole..."

Just at this moment, the woman moved slightly, and the black curls covering her face spread out a little, revealing more features.

Wilt finally saw her look, his eyes widened immediately.

He stood outside the window, dumbfounded, not daring to move his body, but the cold sweat on his forehead ran out like water, shaking uncontrollably, and he never had the courage to look into the room again.

At this moment, Wilt had only one thought, and immediately fled!

He held his breath and tiptoed back, not even daring to step on the ground, for fear of awakening the two people in the room.

"Where are you going?"

There was a sudden sound, almost frightening Wilt.

He turned his head and saw a tall figure standing at the gate of the courtyard. It was the blasphemer who had been tracking for a long time, looking at him with a smile on his face.

If Wilt saw the blasphemer appear ten seconds ago, he would have been very happy, but now he just wants to stay away from this place, not staying for a second.

"He brought me here on purpose!"

Wilt's thoughts turned sharply, thinking of many things at once, and his face suddenly pale.

He didn't want to do anything at all, the force of the wind element stirred his whole body, like a black shadow in the wind, jumping towards the courtyard wall, trying to escape.

"Want to escape?"

As soon as he jumped into the air, the Blasphemer seemed to have expected it, and a violent charge came.

Wilt's face changed drastically. He was extremely sensitive to the flow of wind. The blasphemer's charge had terrible power, like a steam train, if he was hit, he would not die or be seriously injured.

"His strength has become stronger!"

"You must get out of the way!"

Wilt stepped on his right foot in the air, and a whirlwind appeared on the sole of his foot, as if he had stepped on an invisible object. With the help of his force, he reversed the direction and adjusted his posture. At the same time, he quickly withdrew the single-edged sword from his waist.

Blue light flickered on the slightly curved blade, and the "Flash Sword" was launched.

The sharp and incomparable sword light tore the air, even with a sword, slashed towards the enemy in the charge.

Unexpectedly, the blasphemer didn't seem to have the idea of ​​evading the attack at all, or it was in the charge, unable to change direction, letting the sword slash on the body.

Wilt knew that the opponent had a body of steel, and his defense was extremely strong.

However, this cut has gathered all of his strength, even if it is a body of steel, it is enough to cut a deep wound and hit the opponent with a single sword.

In an instant, the distance narrowed.

The blade of the sword hit the blasphemer without any difference, from top to bottom, from the forehead to the center of the eyebrows, to the chin and chest, the wind elemental power on the sword burst out in an instant.

If it was someone else, Wilt was confident to cut the opponent in half.

However, he only saw a piece of sparks splashing out!

It seemed that what the sword was cutting was not a human head, but an incomparably hard steel ingot. The huge counter-shock force from the sword made his hands numb, and it was almost impossible to hold the sword.

"It's over..."

Wilt was shocked, and before his thoughts fell, he was hit head-on.

boom!

He felt like he had hit a high-speed moving iron wall, and the terrifying force crushed his whole body. The whole person flew out and fell back into the courtyard, slamming heavily under the window of that room.

There is pain everywhere, and I don’t know how many bones in my body are broken.

But Wilt ignored the injury, and stood up, looking back to the room behind him, his eyes full of panic.

There was a few noises in the room, and someone seemed to wake up.

Before he could react, there was another violent breaking in the courtyard~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and quickly turned his head to see the blasphemer charging again.

In a blink of an eye, the tall body rushed forward.

Taking a deep breath of the injury under the air pressure, Wilt's footsteps staggered, and at the moment he was about to be hit, he used a hurricane step, the figure blended into the wind, and went around behind the enemy.

If it is a normal fight, this is the best time to attack from behind.

However, Wilt had no intention of fighting and just wanted to escape.

The wind step continued to flash, and every step was erratic, and after several consecutive changes of direction, he distanced himself from the enemy.

The blasphemer in the charge suddenly stopped, the gray belt on his waist lit up with runes, and there was a thunder on the ground. A lavender magical energy centered on the blasphemer, engulfing a large amount of air and exploded, the entire courtyard was There was a shock.

Bang!

The shock wave of the energy burst was as fast as lightning, and immediately blasted Wilt out of the gusty steps and fell to the ground.

"Arcane Explosion Technique!"

Wilt recognized this spell, but didn't understand, isn't this blasphemer not an iron guard, why can he use magic equipment?

He was stunned for a few seconds by the concussion of the spell, and his injuries became more serious. When he got up again, he found that the blasphemer did not take the opportunity to attack him, but stood in the courtyard and watched.

"what happened?"

Wilt was confused in his mind and jumped on the wall desperately.

Suddenly, a silver sword light lit up in front of him, and the sleeping Demon Hunter did not know when he stood here.

He subconsciously raised his sword to meet the enemy, but found that the demon hunter was faster than himself, and his sword skills were superb. A sword pierced his heart.

Wilt fell down and lay on the ground looking at the demon hunter on the heights. His eyes were horrified, and his **** mouth cried out: "Legend..."

Before he finished speaking, he swallowed his last breath.