On the Seven Towers

Cole moved quickly through the secret passage, following the figure that appeared and disappeared in front of him. He was like a leopard, tracking his prey in the forest, cautious, elegant, and ready to go. He whispered a few spells and added a sprint spell on his body, which greatly increased the strength of his legs, made his lungs breathe smoothly, and he didn't feel tired at all when running.

He didn't run at full speed, because his prey Orville had been seriously injured by the swordsman before, and was hit by one of his poisoned arrows in the duel between archers. The poison of the dragon eye frog is strong but not fatal, which can make that guy completely lose his combat effectiveness. If Orville hadn't supported himself with fighting spirit, he would have collapsed to the ground.

However, Cole still didn't dare to be careless in his heart. The man in front of him who had difficulty dodging, with a sneak attack, actually killed the skilled swordsman together with Awan. Such a person is enough to make people vigilant.

"You can't run away. Why don't you stop, I will give you a quick ending." Cole shouted to the front.

The man in front seemed to be breathing more heavily, and Cole continued, "Don't you feel that your steps are getting heavier? Give up. When you return to the embrace of the God of Nature, shouldn't you be calmer?"

The answer was an arrow shot by Orville, but this arrow pierced Cole's eyes.

However, Cole was not moved by it. He still followed behind slowly. Who knows if this arrow is a trap to lure the enemy? Patience is the most important quality of a hunter.

In the following pursuit, Orville shot two more arrows and stumbled, and the distance between the two was shortened. Cole's doubts gradually disappeared, and he knew that the horse thief was finished.

The prey was extremely weak, and Cole felt that the time had come. He was worried that if he dragged on, some masters or monsters would suddenly jump out of this complex underground palace, so he drew out a dagger, accelerated, and rushed over.

Cole always enjoyed the moment of the last blow. At that moment, the dirty flesh and blood would turn into moving gold coins.

However, just when he caught up with half the distance, Orville suddenly stood still, turned around and drew his bow, his eyes glaring at Cole, not showing any sign of weakness.

Damn it! Cole's hairs all exploded at this moment.

In a flash, a sharp arrow shot out from Orville's bow and flew straight to his face!

Before the sharp arrow arrived, the sound of tearing the air had already come. Cole was very familiar with this sound. It was a phenomenon caused by the strong fighting spirit wrapped around the arrow. Being hit by such an arrow, a big hole in the body is the least of it.

The arrow came too fast and too suddenly, and there was no way to avoid it.

At the critical moment, Cole slapped a ring on his hand, and a ball of light that seemed to be there and not there flowed out of the ring, instantly wrapping his upper body. The fatal arrow touched the light as if it had pierced into a ball of jelly, not only slowing down its speed, but also deflecting its direction.

The arrow flew close to Cole's long ear, taking away a piece of flesh and blood on his ear with a whistling sound.

Orville, who shot the arrow, had dimmed eyes, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Then the longbow in his hand fell to the ground, and he fell straight to the ground.

Cole didn't dare to be arrogant this time. He stared at the other's hands, walked over slowly, kicked the longbow away, and then put the dagger against his neck and slowly turned his body over.

Orville looked miserable, with blood coming out of his mouth and nose, his eyes half open and half closed, without any spirit, and when he breathed, the sound in his lungs was like a broken bellows.

He raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Cole, and then laughed. However, laughing was a bit of a luxury for him. Maybe he was choked by the blood. After laughing a few times, he began to cough violently.

This laughter made Cole feel very uncomfortable. He felt that it was a mockery of his mistake just now. He turned his hand and stabbed the dagger into Orville's thigh.

"I am a fair person. You wasted my protective ring, so I naturally have to charge some interest." He said with a gloomy face.

Orville's face showed pain, like a wounded beast, grinning, revealing his tightly clenched teeth. But he didn't make a sound.

"You're still pretending to be a tough guy at this time? Don't you want to obey me? Humph, the guy who can use his fighting spirit to break through the power of medicine is really not an ordinary person. I think your blood vessels are about to explode, right?" Cole said.

"Ahem, I'm about to die, why do I care about my body? Ahem, it's a pity that there is no magic-breaking arrow, otherwise you would die." Orville whispered. He knew that many parts of his body had been broken by the fighting spirit. Even if he survived, his strength would be greatly reduced.

"You know how precious this thing is! I wish I could stab you dozens of times now!" Cole pushed the dagger deeper, and Orville tilted his neck, and the blue veins on it trembled violently. But the next second, Cole's hand just loosened a little, he coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, and continued to laugh intermittently.

Cole stood up and kicked him hard, kicking Orville hunched up. He then walked back and forth a few steps and said, "I can't let you get away with it, otherwise I will lose a lot this time!"

Orville didn't pay any attention to him at all, just panting on the ground.

Kole snorted coldly, "No matter how powerful you are, you will die. First you followed the wrong person, and then you ran to the wrong place. The magicians paid for your head, so you must die today.

He danced the dagger in his hand, and then continued: "However, there are many ways to die. Although your life is more painful than death now, I think you always hope to die quickly. If you are willing to share some secrets with me, I promise to let you die quickly and neatly."

Orville turned his head with difficulty and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Hehe, secrets... No matter what the secret is, why should I tell you? A person who wants to kill me, a shameless mercenary."

"Maybe because I can make you die miserably. Maybe because I can make your enemies suffer." Fiddling with the dagger, pointing at Orville's thigh from a distance.

"My enemies?"

"Those magicians, and the people who encouraged you to attack the magician's castle behind the scenes."

"You are trying to attract the attention of your employer, damn it. Ahem." Orville coughed again, blood had soaked half of his clothes, he struggled to support his body, stared at Cole and asked, "It seems that I am really lucky that they hired a conscienceless bastard like you."

"Conscience? There is not much conscience left when you come out to be a mercenary. Doing all kinds of dirty work, and still holding on to your conscience, it is estimated that you will not live for more than a month." At this time, he may have thought of Kalanda, and added: "At least ninety-nine out of a hundred are like this, and there is one more, you will not meet it."

"Ahem, let me hear it, what secret do you want to know?"

"It's very simple, two questions. First, who instructed you to attack the castle? I know that Kadis is a very cautious person. His team has always been alone. Blindly gathering horse thieves to do a big job is not his style."

Orville stared at him, as if he understood his thoughts.

"If you tell me who is behind this, I can do the magicians a favor and let him bear the magicians' revenge, and then you can also get your revenge, right?"

"I don't know, this is Cadiz's decision." Orville was silent for a while, "However, he was not interested in the magician's castle at first, but after he went to Suero once, his statement changed. There is a businessman in Suero named Rajel who has been selling stolen goods to us. Ahem, I think he should know something."

"Very good, it seems that we have some consensus." Cole nodded with satisfaction and asked again: "Then, the second question, Zhang Hong, is the magic apprentice you have arrested. Why do you have to kill you?"

"Zhang Hong?" Orville was stunned for a while before he remembered that there was such a "That's a waste, a coward. Ahem."

"But this coward tried every means to kill you, and even chased you into the forest and into the ruins. Don't you think it's strange?"

Orville was stunned, "Didn't I kill their people?"

"It can't be this reason." Cole shook his head and said, "I have followed Zhang Hong for several days. He doesn't look like a person who would go deep into dangerous places to avenge his companions. He is a selfish guy who only cares about himself."

"Selfish? I understand. Ahem. He has a companion's life in his hands!"

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Zhang Hong's face was hideous at this time, but his eyes were not focused, as if he was thinking about something that made him hate and painful. After a while, he came back to his senses, and his eyes full of anger fell on Awan who was leaning against the wall.

Awan and a tall man were hugging each other, and their blood flowed all over the ground, which had turned into a smelly red puddle. The man's sword pierced Awan's chest and nailed him to the ground, while Awan's arm also tightly clamped the swordsman, making him unable to move, but the swordsman's fatal wound was a sharp arrow behind his head, which kept coming out of his mouth. The bodies of the two people were like exaggerated ancient Greek sculptures, frozen at the moment when they fought for their lives.

Zhang Hong hated the smell here, but he was willing to endure it now, and then slowly appreciate the way Awan died. Although he didn't die by his hand, the pleasure of revenge was still not small.

Especially like this - he pulled out a dagger, stabbed Awan's thigh with a knife, and then pulled it out. There was very little blood flowing out. It seemed that the previous battle had exhausted this big man.

"You have this day too! Dog thing! Son of a bitch! Bastardo! Arschloch!..." Zhang Hong stabbed Awan with a dagger while cursing him in different ways, and in a short while he used three or four languages.

After stabbing for a while, he felt his arm was sore, and he suddenly threw the dagger at Awan's head and slapped him in the face.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something else, but after the slap, Awan's head tilted and bounced back, but his eyes suddenly opened. The eyes were half open, facing Zhang Hong. The green eyes stared at him straight, as if he had woken up.

"Ah~~" Zhang Hong screamed sharply and retreated in fear. In a panic, he slipped on the blood and fell to the ground. But even if he fell to the ground, he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and rolled and crawled to the corner of the wall. He faced the wall, trembling all over, and didn't even have the courage to look back. He just kept shouting: "I didn't kill you, I didn't kill you. This has nothing to do with me! Spare me, spare me!"

He repeated it many times in one breath, and then he realized that there was no movement behind him. He turned his head carefully and saw that Awan was still in the same posture as before, without any change, and then he slowly calmed down.

Even so, he didn't dare to go up and humiliate Awan's body again. He slowly retreated behind a pillar and used it to block the face with open eyes. He curled up on the ground and gasped heavily.

"What's going on?" After an unknown period of time, Cole's voice came from not far away. He quickly found Zhang Hong, who was curled up in a ball, and asked puzzledly: "Has the enemy come?"

"No!" Zhang Hong said unhappily.

Cole's eyes turned and asked again: "The big guy has a lot of wounds on his body. Did you do it?"

"Mind your own business!"

"Hehe, it seems that he has done something that is infuriating to you? However, you can do whatever you want. The dead are just a pile of rotten meat." Cole spread his hands and said, "I have good news for you. Orville was killed by me. This is his ear."

Cole took out a leather bag from his waist. As soon as he untied the drawstring, the stench inside was overwhelming. As soon as the leather bag came in front of Zhang Hong, he wanted to vomit. He took a quick look and found that there was indeed a human ear mixed among many goblin ears.

"Is it really solved?" Li Jia couldn't help but confirm it.

"Yes, but the price was also very high. In order to kill him, I spent a protective ring, which I saved for five years to get."

"It's good that he's dead, it's good that he's dead. Well, we have also avenged Ji Yijun. When the time comes, you can ask him for a favor."

Cole smiled slightly and said, "That's right, this trip is really worth it."

While they were talking, the underground palace suddenly shook, and Zhang Hong was shocked and said, "What's going on? Is it an earthquake? Let's go!"

"Where are Ji Yijun and the others?" Cole asked.

"Speed, bless me with speed. The others will leave it to fate." At this time, Zhang Hong completely lost his previous decadence and ran away.

Note: Son of a bitch! English, son of a bitch; Bastardo! Spanish, bastard; Arschloch! German, it's asshole, so let's interpret it as a bastard.