Chapter 510
"Wait!"
The tight-hearted Lucien held down the little wizard, and the right hand sword with the green veins exposed was out of its sheath: "Wait again. , They may not..."
The next second, a loud noise came from behind him!
"Clang——!"
Silver light suddenly appeared, the gray-eyed boy who suddenly turned around, the fire burst between the sword edge of the short sword.
"Lu Sien——?!"
In the exclamation of the little wizard, the sword edge, which was barely parried by the gray pupil, has been slashed in front of him, no more than a minute away from the tip of his nose. between.
The other party didn't expect such a small man to be able to withstand his own attack with one hand. The distorted expression was both shocked and angry: "What are you still doing in a daze? Catch the trickster!"
p>Heavy and messy footsteps came from outside the door, and there are definitely not more than a dozen by the sound!
Lu Sien's face suddenly changed, and his free left hand flipped, the silver blade fell from the sheath behind his palm, and his backhand slashed towards the opponent's face.
"Clang——!"
With the sound of sharp blades, the gray-eyed boy who has not turned his head roars behind him with the sound of footsteps approaching him:
p>"Hurry up!"
The nervous little wizard didn't have time to think... At the moment she charged ahead, the metal colliding notes sounded hurriedly again.
There is no intermittent breathing, and no time to think.
It's like the exciting notes on the strings!
The azure blue pupils stared behind him, and Ayin Rand, who hesitated for only a second, turned his head resolutely and ran towards the sky palace.
Now is not the time to hesitate. In any case, the evidence must be sent to Loren's hands and sent to the council chamber of the Sky Vault.
I carry not only a stack of parchment, but also the life and death of Lussac Kovo, hundreds of wizards, and even the entire Imperial Capital wizard class!
I don’t know the little wizard that Lussac Kovo has committed suicide. All I think of in his mind is the expression on the verge of collapse of Seran Kovo, and the promise he once made to him.
Perhaps that idiot never thought that the little wizard who had never spoken would know exactly what he was doing.
The back that hurriedly left every night, the frowning brow every time he came back, and the face that was always full of confidence, as if nothing could defeat him...never noticed it. From start to finish, he never left his silhouette's blue gaze.
Ain knows Loren very well, even better than himself...The guy who never cares, always smiles, but has a proud and fragile self-esteem.
In short, he is a fool who likes to pretend.
Maybe it was too self-confident, or when I came here, I didn't expect to let one go... Most of the thugs had already swarmed into the house, and there were very few people guarding the outside.
"Someone is going to run!"
The whistleblower who was left outside-a garrison sold to the map of Lusien, the Legion soldier howled with his throat and raised his hands. Raise the bow, and shoot the bow.
A dozen steps from the staggering Ai Yin to the tip of the arrow are only a blink of an eye to the arrow.
At that moment, the little wizard right hand who raised the right hand tapped, and the white spot of light flew silently in front of the informer.
It's just...a "Firefly Spell".
"Ah——!!!"
Along with the white light suddenly lit up, the informer who screamed has just shot an arrow in the hand, and Ai Yin's petite silhouette Already threw himself in front of him and put him on the ground.
"Grab him!"
"Quickly, don't let that guy run away!"
"Something is on this guy!"
The mobs who finally noticed rushed from all around, yelling and brandishing a mess of weapons, and hyenas flocked to Ayin Rand, who was prey.
The little man standing in the same place, wizard at a moderate pace, grabbed the bow and arrow, and at the same time the right hand has twisted three arrows, the blue pupils quickly passed the fierce and evil faces, At the same time, the left hand holding the bow took out a bottle of ignitor.
At this moment, the fierce thugs have turned into the extremely hypocritical faces of Holy Cross Church in the eyes of Ayn Rand!
Eboden, Imperial Family wizard Academy, Potion Master’s guild...Every tragedy, every chaos has their silhouette, and these people shouting "Holy Cross" Selfishness is mixed with it.
Can't continue like this... Ayin's cheeks flashed with determination, his slender hands held the bow and the arrow flat, and the right elbow was gently raised.
Zhang Gong.
Throw the arrow.
Ten steps, nine steps, eight, seven, six... Ai Yin's pupils have been narrowed into a gap, rubbing her fingers lightly, pinching the right hand of the arrow and opening it lightly.
The bowstring rang.
"Boom————!!!!"
The potion bottle that was hit in the air was turned into fragments, and the igniting agent splashed out burst into pieces and turned into crimson. Huge Fireball!
The sudden flames and the screams from the front row made the crowded mobs very "wise" to stand in place, or simply hide in front of them and fled with their backs.
The dense smoke has cleared, and the petite silhouette standing in place has long since disappeared without a trace.
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"Clang——!"
The whistling of the sharp blade and breaking the wind, between the burst of fire, a black silhouette of howling appears out of thin air in the middle of the road!
The gray pupil did not run away, but ran into the first thug who was blocking up ahead, losing one's head out of fear.
"Clang——!"
The sharp blade of the right hand parried the opponent's battle axe, and then, in the gap, the thin silhouette had fallen into the enemy's arms.
One! sword! Put on! Bore!
Amid the screams, the sharp sharp blade got stuck between the enemy's ribs; Lu Sien, who could not be pulled out, grabbed the battle axe directly and gave him a fierce kick just before the enemy's body fell. Kick away and pounce on the second opponent again.
Turning his left hand, the gray-eyed young man holding a short sword cut his throat with a sword, and the gushing plasma stained the ink blue bangs, and his tender cheeks; the right hand battle axe Already let go.
Blade break through the air!
"Bang——!"
There was a crisp cracking sound. The skull of the mob who was too late to scream was crushed and collapsed to the ground amidst exclamation. ; Fragmented bone residue and bright red color are everywhere.
Not enough, not enough...
The silver-gray pupils are getting colder and more ferocious; the silhouette in the pupils seems to be no longer an enemy, but one after another A prey.
Ain Rand hasn't gone far yet, and there is still the possibility of being caught up by these guys...Then what I can do is to keep them all here.
There is not one left.
Then...Go to catch up with Lord Ain who has run away, use his brother's sword to open the gate of the Sky Palace, and hand the evidence to Lord Loren.
This is my plan.
Trifling, a wizard guard, can only "kill"...
But as long as it is "his" will, as long as it is his order, as long as it is for He...
No matter who he is, no matter how many, no matter how strong, no matter where he is...
In this way...is worthy to be the sword in the hands of Lord Loren Torino!
"Clang——!"
One hand blocked the opponent's attack, Lucien's left hand sword pierced the entire head from the chin from bottom to top, sword edge Stabbed from the top of the skull.
"Clang——!"
There was a violent cry, and the cold-eyed gray-eyed teenager used the sword edge to parry, and the right hand squeezed the opponent's neck alive.
"Clang——!"
The heavy wooden hammer hit him in the back. The moment Lu Sien fell silent, forcibly tore the opponent apart. Thigh veins.
"Clang——!"
Only a few millimetres away, the flying arrow grazed Lucien's neck, and the left hand dagger was released; a silver light flashed, The dagger pierced straight into the center of the archer door, and the blood-stained sword edge protruded from the back of the head.
The thugs who had an absolute advantage finally realized that their opponents... don't seem to be ordinary guards and attendants.
Obviously they are the one with more people, obviously the other party is only a teenager and a half-year-old, and the small one reaches their chest...
But they are really suppressed, Why are they slaughtered and ravaged? !
In the empty alley, the gray-eyed teenager who was stumbling in his feet slowly got up and was surrounded by more and more thugs in the middle of the alley.
Obviously he has no weapons in his hands, but no one dared to step forward.
"Come on...Go on..."
Wipe off the blood on his face, Lu Sien with cold eyes turned his face to his side, and his tender voice made people fearful:
p>"Who is next?"