Torture Officer Xiao Jie Just Wants to Fish

After finishing speaking, she calmly raised the rag in Yang's hand, which still had a magical aura on it.

Isn't it reasonable for an elite warrior mercenary to carry a magic scroll for self-defense?

Just like many spellcasters would bring a defensive magic device close to their body, bring a magic scroll to supplement the long-range attack method, there is nothing wrong with it!

And the fact that the eighth-level scroll is used when it is said to be used can also be explained.

The opponent is epic!

I am an elite class, what can I do if I don't use my hole cards quickly at this time?

No matter how precious the scroll is, it is not as precious as your own life!

The only question is how did the eighth-level magic scroll come about...

I picked it up when I was on an adventure!

Although it's nonsense, but there is no surveillance video in this world, so what if you pick it up?

Ling obviously also realized that although Rose's reason was ridiculous, she really had nothing to do.

"I know."

She nodded and thought for a while how she should round herself.

Then Ling gave up.

She looked at the three frozen assassins and thought about it.

"It seems that it is coming for me."

After a while, from the posture of the three people frozen in midair, she came to this conclusion.

After all, the direction the three of them rushed towards was all Ling's side.

The other party came in through the window on Rose's side, that is to say, they completely ignored Rose and rushed towards Ling.

This goal is very clear at first glance.

Rose, of course, was aware of this too.

She looked at the costumes, weapons and postures of the three assassins, thinking more.

There was no logo on the black night clothes, and the three of them were tightly wrapped.

Although the dagger in his hand has enchantment waves, its style is also very common, and it is the most common type in the United Kingdom of South Sotua.

There is no clue just looking at the attacking posture.

"Do you have enemies in this country?"

Rose decided to ask the client Ling.

When Ling heard Rose's question, she shook her head slightly.

"Can't think of it."

She replied like this, bowed down, and took her own weapon and sneaked gently from under the curtain.

At the moment, the girl only has a loose white short hakama that barely covers her buttocks and a circle of chest wraps wrapped around her chest.

Her light black hair fell down and scattered on her shoulders, soft and shiny.

Wrapping the chest squeezed out some gaps in the originally not too high chest, but it was still within the scope of Yingying's grasp.

Rose thought of what the girl said earlier that she wasn't the type to take it all off when she slept.

Now she wants to complain.

This is much more tempting than taking it all off.

With a bit of astringency in his ability, coupled with those looming scars, in this dark room, with his back to the moonlight, it is difficult not to let Rose's hidden tail move a little bit.

But now was not the time to be in heat, and Rose knew that very well.

"Well... If there is no enemy in the United Kingdom of South Sotua, then who has an enemy against you enough to follow here?"

Rose continued to ask.

Standing still, Ling and Rose shook their heads slightly, separated by three icicles.

"It's not that there are no enemies, I mean I can't think of it..."

"There are too many people who want me to die, and I don't know who sent them."

"Besides Nan Suotuya, there are many who are willing to come across the entire continent to kill me."

Ling said so and looked at Rose.

"So, if you ask me, I don't know the answer - I suggest you join me and ask them."

395 This is the end of the matter, only self-explosion!

Rose listened to Ling's words and nodded.

She chose to be absolutely frozen, and she really meant to keep her life alive.

This spell can subdue the enemy in an instant and prevent the opponent from dying suddenly on the spot. It is really good.

After all, her original intention of learning this spell was to transport ingredients for short distances, and the fresh-keeping function must be required.

Of course, not necessarily if it has been frozen for a long time.

After all, although extraordinary people have tenacious vitality, they are not immortal.

Rose pretended to take it out from her bosom, but actually pulled a piece of cloth and printed a magic scroll on the spot.

Arcane Magic · Magic Deconstruction.

After tearing open the freshly made magic scroll, a stream of pure magic power spewed out, thawing the ice blocks frozen on the heads of several people.

"Shh-"

The ice magic power dissipated instantly, and the heads of the assassins were freed for a moment.

But these assassins didn't make any moves immediately.

The three heads still seemed to be frozen, motionless.

On the one hand, it is because the time for being recruited is too short and too fast, and there is no room for thinking about "what happened".

They didn't even realize that they had encountered a counterattack for the first time.

On the other hand...

After being frozen in the absolutely frozen spell for so long, the three brothers were also numb from the cold.

However, after dozens of seconds, both the frozen facial muscles and dull thinking also reacted.

Although there was half a mask on the face, the expression changes that revealed most of the face and the eyes that gradually became brighter and became more serious fell into the eyes of Rose and Ling.

Ling looked at them calmly, and they also saw Ling, and their eyes became resentful.

"Young cousin of Qingquan Palace, you will definitely pay the price!"

The leading assassin gritted his teeth and shouted, then looked at Rose.

"And you, the idiot of the Mage Association, the short-sighted idiot... you will be next!"

After speaking, his face twitched violently, as if he had bitten something in his mouth.

Ling narrowed her eyes, and quickly stepped forward to pinch his chin.

"Take poison? It's really an old-fashioned way."

As she said so, she was about to take off his mask and take his mouth...

A faint light appeared under the mask.

"careful!"

Rose said so, Ling was slightly lost.

The light through the mask became brighter and brighter, and at the same time Ling and Rose also felt the extremely unstable fluctuations in magic power.

"It's not poison, it's... a miniature detonation magic circle!"

Rose instantly understood what the other party put in his mouth, and quickly reminded Ling.

Poison is really old-fashioned!

Not only does it not take effect fast enough, even if it is dead, the corpse itself will have many useful "clues" left behind.

What's more, this is still an extraordinary world. Although necromantic spells and secrets are forbidden, it's not like no one knows them.

and so……

If conditions permit, it is a better choice to equip the dead with a miniature magic circle.

It is higher, faster and stronger than poison, and it also comes with a key to destroy corpses and traces, destroying bones and ashes.

All it takes is an activation formation and the magic power of the dead man to achieve a perfect suicide in an instant.

It can even hit the enemy hard.

certainly--

The premise of this "perfection" is that they have not encountered a guy like Rose.

While yelling for Ling to be careful, Rose called out one of her "hole cards".

Three purple boxes appeared behind her, and then immediately disappeared.

This is naturally the Magic Cube that Rose used against Gander Alter and the cultists before!

The magic power erupting from the mouths of the three assassins became more and more intense, and under their deliberate actions, even their own magic power became agitated!

The bodies of the three of them are like three huge Pyroblasts ready to go!

But at the moment of the eruption, three obscure pure magic powers suppressed the three of them.

"Separate."

With the thoughts in Rose's mind, the berserk magic power was pulled away from them one by one, and then tiny explosions continuously occurred in the air and released little by little.

The sound of crackling in the air continued to sound like firecrackers, and the flames formed by magic continued to illuminate the ferocious and proud faces of several heretics.