Chapter 224
The roar of explosions mixed with billowing smoke and dust, the roof flew into the air, turning into fragments just before the fall, and scattered among the ruins of houses that were already a fire sea.
There was no screaming, and there was no time to escape. Even the poor mercenaries didn’t know what happened. The whole three squad mercenaries became or Live, or coke-like corpses.
And a certain black hair wizard hid in the house next door immediately before the explosion. If he hadn’t just used "Rock Will" to prepare a stone wall to block the aftermath of the explosion, he Now, like the roofs that turned into pieces, they fly to in midair and then fall.
Patting the dust on his body, Loren, who got up from a pile of rubble, looked plain as if he had just finished a cup of afternoon tea—it was clear that the explosion had just ended, and three squads were killed, but the mercenaries did not have a moment. The performance of the collapse, on the contrary, re-lined up after a brief panic, and continued to double-team in his direction.
The black hair wizard had not had time to retreat from the alley in the future. The crossbowmen in the front had already pulled the trigger. A whole row of crossbow arrows rubbed Loren's shoulder whistled past, and the black cloak was torn off in half.
Almost at the same time when the crossbow arrows were shot empty, the mercenaries and wandering Knights at both ends of the alley rushed in. Loren, who had counted the time, escaped the second row of crossbow arrows first, and climbed onto the eaves like a shadow.
"He is here!"
The crossbowman standing on the roof saw a silhouette rushing up, shouting and raising his crossbow to shoot at Loren. An arrow missed and immediately threw away the heavy crossbow in his hand. As soon as he wanted to draw out the broadsword, the black hair wizard who came up grabbed it and blocked him.
"pu! Puff—puff—!"
There are countless crossbow arrows, and the crossbowmen who were too late to shout were shot into a sieve.
Up to now, the black hair wizard has to admit that these mercenaries are indeed real "knock licking" traders. Not only because of their strength and the tacit degree of cooperation, even the fighting will is far from being able to mention on equal terms by the "lookers" of the patrol guard.
But no matter how advanced they are, no matter how well-trained and well-equipped they are-these mercenaries are still just a group of ordinary persons, not some that cannot be killed by common sense methods. The Evil God, or the monster mutated to the point of a ghost.
As long as you are a living person, you will have weaknesses, mental inertia, fear and excitement, and can be split by steel swords, ignited by flames, and smashed into a pile of flesh by collapsed houses Sauce.
And Evil God... Without Asriel’s help, Loren would even have an opportunity to have one-on-one with Metzka. His ogre army has long been turned into a pile of rotten meat, and then even eaten. There are no bones left.
Of course, Loren himself is an ordinary human being who cannot be more ordinary, but he can fight against a group of “humans” as ordinary as himself instead of the Evil God of ghosts and animals. In a sense, it is simply A relief.
The running black hair wizard one by one killed the crossbowmen on the roof. Judging from the sound of footsteps, the mercenaries below are also approaching themselves, and soon they will be surrounded again. .
Loren took a look at the remaining equipment-the ignitor has been used up, and the long sword and the three short blades are not left. The enemy is chasing too tightly, so he has no chance to reclaim the weapons. Time can only be used for what was grabbed from the corpse.
As for "Rock Will" has been used twice, "Torino Fire" has been used three times before and after, without Asriel's cooperation, Loren's spirit strength is not unlimited, from the beginning to the present He is deliberately controlling the formidable power and amplitude of the high-level magic spells, so as not to consume himself all at once.
If spare no effort, Loren can of course blow up half of the gully alley directly into the sky-but the result of that is to make the whole event uncontrollable, such a strong trace of void power, nine-pointed star Both the Wizard Tower and the Freedom Council are impossible.
At the current position, he is very unwilling to evolve the contradiction between himself and the Bellini family into a contradiction between the night watchman and the entire Eboden, and even half of the wizard world.
even more how doing this does not guarantee that there will be no living mouth left, and the purpose of the black hair wizard is to completely kill the mouth...Sighed then said lightly, Loren's face has a touch of helplessness.
Obviously, the battle can be resolved within a quarter of an hour, but he seems to be beaten up head and sneaked away like a rat, constantly tossing back and forth on both sides of the encirclement and anti-encirclement.
The footsteps gradually stopped. If the judgment is accurate, it should be in the alley directly below him.
Very good, take a gamble. Loren with a helpless expression raised his left hand and gave a chuckle, as if laughing at his belief oneself infallible and timid.
A blue "water drop" fell on the palm of his left hand wearing a "sorcerer", and the nine-pointed star once again appeared out of thin air under his feet.
……………… Verlo, who is restless in the carriage in the Western District of Eboden, has an anxious look on his face. He looks outside from time to time, for fear that he might miss someone from Lothair. Hillbilly.
Peter Fasa, who was sitting across from him, was very calm, and he even had the mood to tidy up his clothes-if he used to be, he might not care much about his clothes, but today this day , This time is very "special".
"Are you really sure he went to Freswok Manor, not the downtown area of the city?!"
"Of course I am sure, Lord Verlo Bellini, He told me this personally." Smiling Peter blinked his eyes and asked in a puzzled manner: "Also...why do you think Ain Rand will go to the south of the city?"
"Uh …Of course it’s because…I’m just giving an example!” Once again realizing that he had leaked, Verlo quickly added, and he was fidgeting in a cold sweat: “How long will it take to get to Freswalk Manor from here?”
"After a while, we will definitely be able to catch up with him." Peter "comforted" and said, "You don't have to worry at all, what will happen even if you get to Freswalk Manor? You are dignified Bellini The family’s wizard is still Alto Bellini’s mentor. Can the Fresswalker Master still let you in?"
"Of course, there is no manor in Eboden yet. Saying that they don’t welcome people from the Bellini family!" Upon hearing this, Verlo hurriedly raised his chest, as if to cheer himself up, desperately looking for a reason: "I just considered the Freyswalker Master. …If it disturbs the Master’s experiment, it’s my dereliction of duty."
Damn it, do you want me to tell you that I am going to kill this Lothar country boy, so I can’t let him run to V Reswalker Manor for help? !
Verlo, who pretends to be calm on the surface, has already cursed a thousand times and ten thousand times in his heart. Just when he suddenly remembered that at the midsummer dinner that day, Loren was with Miss Ariel of the Corona family.
Although I don’t have any impression of this Miss "Ariel", since the other party is a member of the Corona family, it proves that the black-haired wizard has a certain connection with the Corona family. Once they It's even more difficult to come forward!
Holy Cross, his grandmother, what on earth did this little girl from the Corona family get so fainted that she was deceived by a hillbilly? And maybe these two people are already...
Just when Verlo Bellini was still thinking about it, the carriage under him suddenly shook violently, and there was a tragedy from the car window. With the neighing of the horses, the entire carriage was directly thrown out!
They did it, now!
Peter Fassar, whose expression suddenly became cold, rushed forward, and hugged Verlo who was yelling and rushed out of the car, using his body as a buffer, trying his best to protect him. Under you!
The two people who flew out rolled over the yellow dusty road for several laps before stopping. Peter, who became a human cushion, was almost unconscious by the weight of inertia and Verlo, but still Without letting go, the child's angry face was full of ferociousness.
This is my prey and the only chance I can make up for the last failure!
Before digging out everything he knows from his mouth, before he loses the last bit of use value, he must not be at any risk of becoming a corpse!
Absolutely!