rune hunter

Chapter 307 Unilateral Massacre
Pallanti returned to the camp stepping on the blood of the corpse, shook off the blood stained on the foil in his hand, turned his head and stared coldly at the dead refugees inside and outside the camp.

She gave the old man a chance to identify her son, but the old man trembled and couldn't explain clearly, so she kindly walked out of the camp and killed all the refugees who were struggling to recognize his father.When she returned to the camp, she saw the old man's expression of pain, so she kindly sent the old man to see his son, and brought his whole family together.

This inhuman massacre immediately aroused the indignation of the refugees. Many refugees rushed up and waved their fists to question loudly, demanding that the girl pay for her cruelty.Of course Pallanti didn't want to pay for others, so he had to let these passionate refugees pay the price for himself.

In just 5 minutes, a total of 32 people were killed. After Pallanti drew his sword, there was a dead silence inside and outside the camp. Randy's feet.

Things like massacring civilians need to bear extremely heavy psychological pressure for a soldier who still has integrity in his heart.El led the warriors of Istaron to a great reputation in the brown earth hills. That's because the enemies are vicious bandits, and they can't reason with those scum and scum. Only more extreme violence can temporarily suppress their power. crazy.But if the target is an unarmed civilian, even El may not be able to do it. Although he thinks he is not a good person, he still has his own bottom line after all.

But this is not to say that the people of Istaren have such noble sentiments. It was the most correct decision for Laurana to send Pallanti to suppress the riots.Don't look at Pallanti's young age, but she used to be a member of the hidden power of the White Lion Family - the Black Knight.From the generation of her father, Pross, who was responsible for handling the shady and dirty work for the White Lion family, one can imagine the talent in this aspect of the children cultivated by family background.

El always felt that Pallanti's fighting style was too aggressive and reckless, but he never considered that she was not a regular fighter, and that the black knight's style was more like an assassin's killer. Caring too much about your own life.And if a person doesn't even care about her own life, you shouldn't expect her to have any unnecessary psychological burden because of other people's lives.

Pallanti's personality is actually relatively introverted, so she has never been very talkative, and prefers to express her thoughts with practical actions.And now, she hasn't spoken since she drew the sword, but everyone understands what she means very deeply—you have to shut up when I don't speak, or you will die!

No matter what kind of thoughts the refugees have in their hearts at this moment, they have to bow their heads in front of the bleeding butcher's knife, and put their posture in the most humble position.If there are still ignorant people jumping out to encourage everyone to resist violence at this time, it is either his brain is flooded, or he must have ulterior motives.The surrounding refugees would immediately isolate him without Pallanti's hands.

Although the excitement of the refugees was forcibly suppressed, the crows flying in the air seemed indifferent. The corpses and blood on the ground stimulated their greed and bloodthirsty even more.Pallanti's killing can deter the refugees, but with the IQ of these crows, it may be difficult to understand the fear of humans. They only saw the bloody fat on the ground, so they couldn't wait to dive down.Ordinary crows would not approach people when they saw activities, but these crows who were full of dead human flesh didn't care about human eyes at all. They croaked as if they were mocking humans.

Pallanti looked at the sky solemnly. She could feel the obvious malice from those crows. There were more and more crows circling in the sky. Judging by their current scale, even a living person would find it difficult to parry them.Before she could recover, the crows in the sky swooped down, covering her head like a pitch-black net.

Pallanti clenched the hilt of her sword tightly, and was about to use the flashing sword technique to cut a bloody path, when she suddenly heard a strange whistling sound that was very familiar to her ears, she blinked, and the hilt that she was about to pull out again slowly put it back.

The crows that swept down from the sky gathered into a black torrent, which was about to pounce on the top of the refugees, but at this moment, another black wave rushed from the side, colliding with the crows, The piercing screams of the crows suddenly turned into screams all over the sky, and the flying feathers and corpses fell like raindrops.

At the other end of the camp, Ahmed stretched his hot fingers, and his disappointment was palpable. He watched the dead crows fall from the sky and counted again. It was still 130 and seven, an odd number, which was not auspicious at all.

The excited refugees were shocked by the blood rain in the sky, and did not react for a long time.One of the tall middle-aged men had already stood up and wanted to speak, but the bloody scene made him hold back his words.A crow hit by an arrow just hit his forehead, and he subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it, and his hand was immediately stained with stinky blood.

The middle-aged man looked at the blood on his hand, then raised his head to look at the expressionless Pallanti standing in the camp, and suddenly shouted exaggeratedly: "They killed the crow! They offended the crow god! The crow God will definitely punish these demons! Follow me and save our loved ones!"

After shouting these words, there was a two-second silence at the scene. Even Pallanti didn't understand what he was saying, so he didn't react.But at this moment, all kinds of echoes erupted from the refugee crowd outside the camp, and an invisible big hand pushed the refugee crowd towards the camp.

A silver light flashed across the crowd, and the middle-aged man who was yelling and making trouble was chopped off by Pallanti's flashing sword. However, it was useless to kill him alone at this time, and all the refugees were killed by that The so-called god of crows stirred up excitement, and under the instigation of someone with a heart, they exploded with unimaginable power.If these refugees are allowed to rush into the camp, the consequences will be disastrous.

Several daggers protruded from the turbulent crowd, and stabbed towards Pallanti's body viciously.The girl subconsciously burst out a flashing sword technique, repelling all the assassins with ulterior motives, but at the same time, her sword glow also attacked the surrounding refugees. , Suddenly there was another piece of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

What's the point of driving these innocents up to die?Could it be that this is what the other party wants to achieve?Pallanti realized something in her heart, she loosened the hand holding the sword a little and then tightened it again.She is very aware of how capable she is, and thinking about this kind of problem is just a waste of time.Since Laurana put herself in this position, it meant that she had anticipated the current situation.

Then the answer is naturally obvious. Others may choose other ways to deal with it, but Pallanti can only kill people. When dealing with these unarmed refugees, only she can carry out indiscriminate massacres without hesitation.That being the case, stop looking forward and backward, and start the killing feast with instinct!

Pallanti took a deep breath, her chest suddenly swelled to a weird degree, then she opened her mouth, and let out an unreserved lion roar.A layer of invisible ripples exploded from the air above her head, instantly shaking the scattered crow feathers flying all over the sky again.

The refugees who approached her didn't hear anything. They only felt that their heads had been hit by something like a hammer. They lost consciousness as soon as their eyes went dark, and they fell to the ground and began to bleed from their seven orifices.These refugees who have not been able to get enough food for a long time have already collapsed.Maybe they can still maintain their mobility by relying on the will to survive, but it is impossible to withstand the roar of a lion that reaches the silver level of strength.

An open space with a radius of more than ten meters appeared around the girl in an instant, and there were not many people who could barely stand ten meters away.In addition to the well-prepared Istaren warriors, there are also many strong men hidden among the refugees. Judging by the way they are able to persevere even though their faces are painful, at least they have undergone certain training. .

Why are these people mixed among the refugees?Pallanti didn't want and didn't need to know the answer. She strode to the man closest to her and pierced his heart with a backhand sword.

Slowly pulling the foil out of the man's body, Pallanti saw the fear in the eyes of the suspected members of the Mason Brotherhood around him.It is easy to kill, but it takes a certain skill to create fear.The Black Knight's lessons had originally included only the art of killing, but Al was a gifted teacher in this area, and Pallanti had benefited greatly from him.

A disdainful cold snort came from a distance, although the sound was not loud, Pallanti shivered suddenly, and the hairs all over his body like a cat exploded.She leaned down and supported the ground with one hand, and quickly entered the activation state of the flashing sword technique.Not far in front of her, behind those refugees who fled in all directions in panic, an unusually tall figure slowly appeared.

"Don't move, you are not that person's match." Pallanti's hand clenched on the hilt of the sword was already bruised, but the big hand that had been holding her shoulder pressed down the strength that was about to explode in her body. go back.The girl turned her head in surprise and saw Ahmed's rarely serious face.

"Sure enough, it did appear... But isn't it a bit hasty to turn over the hole cards so quickly?" Laurana in a cloak walked over from the side, looking at the tall figure in the distance, showing a standard commercial smile .

"According to Miss Ranstadt's description, that one is not easy to deal with." Ahmed frowned and smiled bitterly.

"It doesn't matter, I can somewhat guess what that prophet thinks now." Laurana smiled lightly.

　I finally finished coding this chapter, and even after three days of writing, I was also drunk from toothpaste, not Calvin... I was just so tired that I wanted to vomit~
　　
　
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