My Heroic Life

Roland was not in the Demon Realm brainlessly. In fact, it took him some time to find this place yesterday. According to his calculations, the time when the other party found him and started his hands was around dawn. This period of time is the day and night of the monsters. period.

When the beast tide rises, it is time to change defenses.

The nocturnal jackals are also responsible for guarding and guarding the area while they are active at night, while the goblins who are active during the day will come to replace their brothers at dawn.

The location here itself is the border between humanoid creatures and the demon pig race. Once the shift shifts on both sides in the early morning, the number of monsters in the plains and forests will increase sharply, and these local monsters are also the most sensitive creatures to breath changes.

Even with a high-level breath breaking skill, I dare not say that I can hide my figure in the Demon Realm Vegetable Market, and time is on Roland's side. The longer it is, the more likely Nero will find him by any means.

Time is almost up, he is about to start.

Roland looked at his feet, and knew in his heart that the easiest way to crack his defenses was to cut down trees. With a playful look on his face, he began to wait patiently.

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Hassan's body is like a ball of shadow ejected, passing silently through the jungle, approaching the tree where the target is at a speed comparable to flying.

I'm afraid there will be some traps there.

The thoughtful man considers his opponent's thinking, and hardly any hesitation makes such a conclusion.

The magician himself knows where there are loopholes in the formations he has laid out. These loopholes seem to be loopholes, but they often become deadly traps, tempting novice assassins to take the bait.

Cursed Hassan is not a newcomer, he will not make such low-level mistakes, and more importantly, he comes prepared.

"I didn't expect these things to be used here. It's a coincidence and your misfortune."

Three magic bombs were tied to a knife and thrown towards the root of the tree. The cursed wrist Hassan was fortunate to be cautious. Although the assassins had their own unique skills, they were equally equipped, at least he always carried them with his rigorous nature.

The powerful wrist force drove the dagger across the sky, brushing past several light balls floating from the roots of the tree, flying from ten meters away, penetrating the roots of the tree and embedded in the tree.

At the moment when the dagger was not blocked by magic from entering the tree, Hassan clenched his hand triumphantly, with only one thought in his mind.

Won.

Although the magic bomb has insufficient impact power because it is a combination of gunpowder with monster materials, it will continue to burn until it is exhausted. After the explosion, it will burn a tree and it will be more than enough. Within ten seconds, within ten seconds, he will fall to the ground. .

The ticking sound of the countdown seemed to sound in the heart of the curse wrist, but what he didn't expect was that other sounds sounded in his ears.

"Humph————!"

A strange sound came from the ball of light floating at the root of the tree, making Hassan, who was careful to defend, stunned.

Ok?These are not defensive or attack magic, but sound storage?In other words, why is this sound a bit familiar, where it seems...

""Humph——————!""

Hasan was recalling the source of the sound, but soon he realized that it was unnecessary, because there was already an original scream on the grass in front of him, his voice full of misery and horror.

It was a wild boar that saw the big tree fall.

Chapter 47 Can you still fly over or not?

How important is it to know a foreign language?

This question is ambiguous in this world, depending on which language you speak.

The world that has experienced a global magical recovery has been severely damaged in the decades-long war with fantasy species, and the number of humans has plummeted. Maybe you learned a foreign language to discover that the countries in this world using it are gone.

In this world, small languages ​​have high rewards but also high risks. It may become the heritage of human civilization by learning.

Therefore, it is a good choice to learn a language with a wide range of applications, such as ————Magic Land of Wild Boar Language.

The curse arm Hassan is a little unable to understand the scene before him. After all, why the sound storage magic is set there, if it is to ambush himself, shouldn't some mass destruction magic be used?

And why is the pig barking?Although the pig's cry is a bit tragic, it can't hurt him at all, wait, it's impossible...

Cursed Wrist looked at the real wild boar wailing and wailing in surprise, and then understood the meaning of this magic within ten seconds.

"Humph————!"

The terrible pig cry spread along with the wild boars running in panic, and quickly attracted the attention of all the monsters present. A roar of beasts rang into the forest like a beacon passing, and then there were countless responses.

"You probably want to know what I did? Mr. Hassan."

A voice with a faint smile on his head sounded, Cursed Wrist Hassan raised his head and looked up, and found that Roland was tearing off his disguise, with a malicious smile on his face.

"It's very simple. This is the boundary line between the demon realm wild boar and the goblin tribe, just like the national border of a human country. Naturally there are troops stationed in the place called the national border, and now, the violent explosion is the enemy of humans and companions. The warning calls for help are complete, do you guess what will happen next?"

The smirk on Roland's face became more and more brilliant, while the face under Hassan's mask on the ground was dumbfounded.

Do you still learn how to cry?

Are you not the governor?Is this skill for the Governor?What is the use of learning animal language in your role as a conductor standing upstairs every day?

Hassan felt that the Three Views had been impacted, just like witnessing the Roman emperor holding a watermelon and burying his face in it to eat, raising his head and throwing up melon seeds, and throwing melon peels after eating.

But there is one thing he does not understand.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to die with me?"

The ground under his feet began to tremble slightly, the cursing wrist silently felt the frequency and amplitude, and estimated the strength of the wild boars that were about to arrive.

Of course, without that king-level fantasy species, the strongest in the group is probably only the level of elite monsters, but there are a lot of them, there are hundreds of them.

"Do you think you can pull me to Huangquan together with these monsters? It's absurd, this is just your wishful thinking."

The cursed wrist Hassan's voice was still calm. He stretched out his hand and touched his mummy's right arm, which was tightly wrapped in a bandage, and untied the lower layers to reveal his true flesh.

Even at the moment when the monsters were approaching quickly, his movements were still fast and stable, just like a swordsman who was drawing his sword, re-liberating the glimmer of snow that had disappeared during the years.

"We are equal when trapped by monsters. When this tree falls to the ground, you and I are on the same battlefield. If you are weak, you will die here. Even if you are strong, it is difficult to fight against monsters while resisting my sneak attack."

"You still want to kill me at this time? Do we have any grudges?"

"No, it's just work. Even if you are severely injured by a monster in order to kill you in the next battle, it doesn't matter, I must complete the task!"

"..."

The thick smoked tree at the root of the tree swayed like the mast of a ship in a storm, and the monsters rushing from a distance were vast and mighty. Roland and Hassan looked at each other from the air, like a skull mask sewn to his face I couldn't see anything above, but from his steady movements he could see his unwavering determination.

Look, how about it is the apex of the assassination sect, the strongest in the assassin world, this is a real thing.

Roland's face remained unmoved, but in his heart he admired the enemy's tenacious spirit of taking huge risks to complete the task.

"According to you, I am dead. Can you tell me who is going to kill me before this?"

"Impossible, we will keep the employer's information confidential to the end."