It's raining?

The soldiers of the patrol guard subconsciously reached out their cheeks with their hands, let go of their hands, and their fingertips turned red.

The world of thinking is like a long pull, everything in sight seems to be flowing slowly, the crowd being knocked away, screaming in horror, cursing, the crowd pushes and gives in to each other.

The man in the windbreaker drew his sword, but a sword light had already penetrated his back. A broken arm raised high, and he let out a shrill scream like a beast. The warm liquid sprinkled in the sky, as if it were a bloody rain. A figure knocked it away. The soldier realized that his thoughts were a little abnormal. He subconsciously reached out to draw the sword, but he drew a flash of space.

He felt cold and turned around to look. The young man in a black robe was standing on his side, holding his sword in his hand, looking at him coldly with the remaining eyes. The other party easily opened his hand, and the sword with the imperial emblem also fell from mid-air.

He was confused and subconsciously reached out to answer. But a cold light had flashed from his eyes, and then the world was spinning and his vision went dark. The soldier's soft body flew backwards, hitting the wall, and then turned into white light and dissipated in the long alley.

The crowd was in chaos.

The person behind wanted to react, but saw that everyone in front of him was avoiding it. The sharp wizard hat had separated from the crowd and appeared in his sight. The man was shocked and saw a ball of black flames falling from the sky. The wizard suddenly came to him with a blood rain.

The box raised its head, and under the black mask, there was an extremely crazy glow in its eyes.

The man wanted to react, but he couldn't move at first glance at the crazy look. The magic sword Gwenders laughed sharply in the spiritual world.

"Shut up." said the box.

Then my heart was as quiet as water, and I pressed my sword in my hand and stepped forward.

From left to right, a long and narrow sword light cut through the night.

The head flew high.

Consciousness sneaks, and the mind takes away.

The ability of the mind was like a narrow light of a sword. As soon as it entered the crowd, the soldiers of the patrol guard caught him off guard suffered a great loss. The man in the windbreaker mistakenly judged the box's ability at the beginning, and only thought that the sword in the other party's hand was a trick to confuse them.

He scolded loudly, trying to close his eyes and avoid the mental intake of the heart-stopping technique.

From the perspective of the perspective, the moment when I saw the box coming out of the sword, I realized that I was very wrong. I was shocked and wanted to react, but the moment I came out of the sword was slightly different, and the result was very different.

The box won't tell them anything upright. Walking in the dark is the killer's intention. Deceiving and seducing the enemy is just a means, and killing is the goal. His first goal is the man in the windbreaker who has not hit his own heart-striking skills. Showing the heart-striking skills is a dual tactic, one is an open attack, and the other is a deception under the shadow.

There are no rules for tactics.

Only seek the essence of victory.

This is something he learned when listening to the rain.

The man was indeed hit, and his reaction was cut off and his arm was held with his sword as soon as he was a little slower.

The box did not entangle with the other party. He immediately knocked away the other party with one blow, like a wolf entering the flock of sheep and rushed into the rear, and the soldiers in the patrol guards were in chaos because of the spiritual spell. He took advantage of the opponent's mind to kill four people in a row.

Originally, the man in the windbreaker and his group of ten people were killed and injured in one move, and half of them were left. The survivors were 70% in shock. Aiyin Bullock had not experienced war for a long time, and the city was in good condition. These soldiers in the patrol guards were used to being at peace. How could they have seen this scene?

The candidates are people who treat adventure life as food and water.

The Seven Seas Brigade is the one among the candidates.

Most of the soldiers in the patrol guards were between level 12 and level 3. The man in the windbreaker was mostly from a team of the periphery of the guild, and at least level 17 and level 18. Originally, the box had to be against one and ten, and it would have cost a little, but after this, it was much easier.

He waved his sword gently, and the silver light of the blood sword flashed in the long alley, and a ramp of blood beads sprinkled on the ground, then he looked up at the remaining people.

Silent.

Ten people, three of them fell to the ground, one broke his hand, and the other leaned against the corner of the wall, and the one who was close to the air was less breathing, and he was about to swallow his breath. No one dared to look at him or make any noise.

"Run apart, go find someone!" The man in the windbreaker pressed his broken arm and almost fainted because of pain, but he still tried his best to shout to the others. He was full of people and he still wanted to fight with the other party, but he broke half of his face. He was not only numb from his scalp, but he regretted it.

If it weren't for your own mistake in judgment...

But the information has never been said that the other party has such a swordsman, no, the magic swordsman. But how can the magic swordsman have this outfit?

The man in the windbreaker looked at the box wearing a magic robe and a wizard's hat and almost fainted.

damn it!

The box turned his head and glanced at him-although the other party's face was obviously wearing a black mask, and he could see nothing. The wizard boy raised his hand, and a short ghost-like staff appeared in his palm, pointing in this direction, and said the phrase of the spell:

“Eatt'n!”

not good!

The man in the windbreaker was shocked and subconsciously turned around and wanted to run away. But an electric spark burst out from the magic furnace behind him, and the electricity made him scream. "Magic disassembly!" The man in the windbreaker cursed in his heart, and he was fooled again, and shouldn't have turned around and exposed the magic furnace.

But the regret lasted for only a moment.

A rock gun emerged out of thin air, and under the guidance of the box, piercing directly through his throat from behind, allowing the man's body to fly out and nail to one wall. Then, a few white lights rose under the armor, like scattered fireflies, disappearing into the alley.

"Who asked you to speak?"

The box looked at the corpse in anger and said.

He turned around and the soldiers of the patrol guards fled in scattered and didn't even care about his injured companion. The box silently glanced at the unlucky guy who was about to die. After thinking for a moment, he walked past the other party.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He put away his sword, and he may not be able to kill the escaped soldiers anyway. It is better not to waste time. Besides, the resurrected person will sooner or later come out of Ouli's temple, so why should he do something meaningless?

He walked to Laila, looked at the scared girl, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. He thought for a while before asking, "Can you still leave?"

Laila had some blood on her face, and she stared at him blankly without any sense of anything.

She had imagined how Brita would save herself, but never thought that she would be saved in this way. That was a bit too much for an ordinary student like her...a little beyond imagination.

Fortunately, she lost her glasses and couldn't see the battle too clearly, otherwise she would have fainted at this moment.

"You...you, you," Laila looked at the box with a little dumbfounded, her tongue knotting, "...you killed them?"

What am I asking?

Leila regretted it as soon as she asked. Isn’t this obvious thing? And she didn’t know the boy in front of her. The other party came to save her. How could she question it as soon as she spoke?

But the box didn't mind, and just regarded it as a question: "They still have Xinghui."

He said.

Laila felt her mind was messy and stammered and changed her mouth: "Are you here to save me?"

"It's us," the box instinctively pulled a few more people into the water. "We all know about you. You are implicated by us, so the leader just wrote to me, and we all came for you."

He said, looking down at his messaging crystal. Fang Yu asked him to attack and rescue Laila at the first time, but at that time he was killing the second patrol guard soldier and had no time to reply.

Of course, these things are not something that can be said. He has already corrected the order in which he completed this matter in his mind. Fang Yu first sent a message to him, and then he found these people and such a battle happened, which makes sense.

He is making up stories.

But Leila felt indescribable in her heart. When she heard the saying "We are all here for you", she seemed to be hit. She never imagined that a group of people who had never met her would do this for strangers.

The girl bit her lips, and the grievances in her heart almost burst out, and tears fell down her eyes. Since she was born, she seemed to have never experienced this feeling, but the girl hurriedly wiped her tears with the back of her hand to make herself look stronger.

But what she felt complicated was, was it right for these people to do this? Leila looked at the corpse that had not completely disappeared on the ground, and was confused for a moment. Of course, she understood what it meant to kill the soldiers of the patrol guard, but she didn't understand what the future would be.

She was born in this country and never thought about the consequences of being an enemy of the empire.

But she must not betray these people.

The girl was still immersed in the previous touch, and even the thoughts in her heart scared herself, "Laila, they are your benefactors." The girl said to herself in her heart.

She bit her lip and couldn't help but feel a little firm in her heart.

The box naturally couldn't realize how determined Leila had made or what decision he made. In his opinion, this matter was just like that, and the leader agreed, could there be any problems? He just took some time to think about the excuses and why he appeared here at this time.

He turned around and glanced at the disappearing corpse and said, "Let's go, leave this place first."

Leila was clenching her fists and fighting with the gods there. When she heard this, she realized her reaction and hurriedly chased after her, "...you, are you the Sorcerer?"

"That's right."

"That's true?"

But the box did not answer again.

He suddenly stopped, raised his head, and felt his cheeks wet slightly.

The boy subconsciously reached out his hand, a little crystal light on his fingertips, and then more raindrops fell on his palms, fleeting in a flash.

His dark eyes silently stared at the night sky, and a trace of rain stars were falling from the sky.

It's raining.

That seemed to be the first rain since they arrived in Aiyin Bullock.

The faint sound of thunder is penetrating the clouds.

Summer is here.

...

The alarm bell rings at the headquarters of the Patrol Guard.

Searchlights were lit up everywhere in Aiyinblock city, and beams of light were piercing into the night sky. Passers-by passing by at the gate of the guard were watching this scene unexpectedly. Aiyinblock had been peaceful for a long time, and people almost forgot that this was a fortress city.

The soldiers of the patrol guard who were on duty looked at the crystals connected to the feet of the statue of Ouli, and were so shocked that they almost jumped up from their posts. They rolled and crawled out, shouting as they rushed out: "Emergency! Emergency!"

In the headquarters hall.

Several defeated generals were knocking open the door, causing everyone in the hall to stop and look in this direction. The surviving patrol guards looked pale and shivered as if they had seen ghosts. They looked at the crowds of colleagues in the hall, swallowed, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

The captain of the guard on duty then stood up, looked at the people, realized something had happened, and frowned. Then he remembered what these people were doing and asked: "Where is the person who is coming?"

There is silence.
To be continued...