Wizard From Afar

The darkness of the night was so dark that the thin wizard didn't notice anything wrong with the other party. He leaned forward without any precaution, and the stared wide-eyed voice was a little trembling.

"What were you just now, do you know where that kid went?"

"cough cough cough...yes cough cough..." "Tom ", quietly waiting for the other party to get close enough, the voice that lowered his voice seemed to be full of allure: "He is cough cough...he is right..."

"Where?!"

The thin man who shouted could not help but approached to hear clearly. At that moment, he heard the crisp finger sound very clearly, and then the white light spot appeared in front of him...

It was Firefly Spell!

When the thin man wanted to hide, it was too late. The dazzling white light instantly blocked his vision. Suddenly a short blade appeared in "Tom"'s right hand, which was inserted unceremoniously. On the thin man's neck, he cut his opponent's throat directly!

"Ahhhh...scream...scream...scream..."

The mournful scream was interrupted by the sound of breaking air, and the thin man who was holding his throat back and forth drew out his wand in a panic , Even if he can't even pronounce an incantion, he is still desperately gathering gray and blue rays of light.

Standing Loren without the slightest hesitation grabbed the thin right hand, knocked the opponent's arm directly with the hilt, and kicked the opponent to the corner with one foot.

Sorcerer holding a wand is dangerous at all times—not because they are efficient at killing people, but because of uncertainty, and Loren hates uncertainty.

The dazzling white light gradually dissipated, and the alley on the back wall of the church returned to its original black at midnight. A guy standing next to him in Tom's clothes swallowed fiercely and moved cautiously out of the alley.

"I didn't seem to tell you to leave, right?" Loren twisted his head slowly, and said flatly: "Why are you leaving so soon?"

"I'm just a mercenary, just take money to do things." The mercenary named "Jerry" laughed dryly, but still clenched the hatchet in his hand tightly: "It's a matter of you and our employer. I don’t know."

"But I also killed your friend just now. Don’t you plan to avenge him?"

"It’s our business. Anytime." Jerry licked his chapped lips: "You let me go tonight, and I promise I won't get involved again, okay?"

Loren hesitated for a moment , As if making a lot of determination.

"Usually, I don’t like senseless fighting. It’s totally unnecessary." He seemed to be talking to himself: "But I’m sorry, tonight’s things have completely exceeded me. If you let you go, no one knows what will happen, so..."

"We are all businessmen who lick blood, this friend." Jerry's expression gradually cooled down : "Why are you pushing people to death?"

"Forcing people to death? Don't pretend to be stupid?" Loren sneered: "If you guessed correctly, neither will you tonight I plan to leave me a living eloquence."

"Then there is nothing to talk about." The mercenary, who was a little disappointed, stood up straight, as if preparing to move his body, and then slammed the short in his hand. Throw the axe to Loren!

Loren, who walked away without thinking about it, heard the sound of a strong wind hanging in his ears, and the sharp hatchet stuck directly on the wall behind him.

After standing firm for a moment, I found that the thick and strong mercenary had rushed in front of him. Loren, who was instinctively reacting to his body, immediately pulled out the Knight long sword on his waist. It was bright. A touch of silver was wiped off the blade.

"Clang——!!!"

As if there was a tacit understanding, the two people stepped back at the same time, and the steel sword and the long-handled axe smashed a spark.

The right hand sank Loren almost failed to hold the sword hilt, and there was a dull pain in the knuckles, as if it was a little bruised-I still underestimated the other party, this is Jerry’s guy power Better than imagined!

Must find a way to fight with the opponent, Loren completed the judgment in an instant; and the opponent seemed to have noticed something. After seeing him retreat, he immediately pressed forward step by step, the heavy long-handled axe was like Python is full of fangs, and Loren has absolutely no possibility of counterattack as long as it is lightly knocked!

And Loren, the prey that kept dodges the steel teeth of the python, waited until his judgment was slightly wrong, the axe blade could tear his flesh, break his bones, and then...cut off His head!

The other party is indeed a genuine mercenary, a trader who licks blood with a knife's mouth. He is not an opponent at all in terms of experience, strength, and speed. According to the standards of the wandering Knight, I am afraid that I can at most If you hold it for a while, you can only choose to escape.

However, now I am already a wizard, so I can use the wizard to solve it. After avoiding the opponent and hacking again, Loren suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The mercenaries are obviously defensive. At the same moment, he immediately closed his eyes and lowered his body, and then stabbed the long-handled axe in his hand as a long spear!

If Loren dared to take the opportunity to sneak attack, he would definitely be smashed into ribs by the stabbing axe. But this time he used "Hovering Spell".

The pierced long-handled axe was "knocked away" by the sudden resistance, and Jerry, who was almost thrown down by inertia, lifted the head and saw Loren had jumped up like an eagle, silver The steel sword moved towards the top of his head!

The cold-haired mercenary squatted down without the slightest hesitation and raised the long-handled axe like a banner. Loren of in midair didn't have any time to stand still, the steel sword that hit the axe blade was directly bounced from his hand!

Good opportunity!

The mercenary did not let go of the moment of disappearing in the blink of an eye. Loren, who was rolling to the ground, had not had time to get up, and the battle axe had stopped in front of him.

Loren holding the axe blade with the right hand, took out the "bright silver" on the back with his left hand, and stretched his arms as far as possible to point at the opponent-in the eyes of the mercenary Jerry, this is just the opponent put up a Just desperate struggle.

Seriously, what can that pretty little dagger do? Before the stab came up, he could chop off his hand with a single swing of his axe!

"This is what you forced me." The mercenary sneeered: "We were able to discuss everything, but now we can only invite you to see the old man of the Holy Cross!"

"That's not necessarily." Loren, who was slightly smiled, said the phrase "incantation" gently:

"May the void be with you."

It's as cold as moonlight. "Bright Silver" was activated instantly, and it was completely different from the last time-the reason why Loren used his left hand was because the "magic wand" in his hand could "optimize" performance to the greatest extent and bear the excess load that he could not bear.

The "bright silver" that has doubled the power is no longer what it used to be to chop a wooden pile. Now it is enough to tear the iron shells of the knight masters!

The mercenary only had time to see a gray blue flashing past, and then his heart suddenly fell into nothing, as if something was dripping out, and the right hand holding the battle axe became weaker and weaker.

In the blurred vision, the wizard apprentice is standing up, slowly laying himself flat on the ground, and specially covering himself, the entire world is plunged into darkness...

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"Sorry." Closing his eyes for the other person, Loren murmured—though the other person might not hear him.

The rays of light of "bright silver" faded, and there was a burst of noisy noise and flickering firelight from a distance under the night. Obviously the noise from here has alarmed the priests in the church.

But it seems that the movement is a bit too big. If I remember correctly, there are not many people in the church. Even the believers outside the door are impossible to have such a big posture. Loren even vaguely heard the sound of horseshoes and wheels. Could it be that there are others?

The voice is getting closer and closer, it's too late to leave, even more how Loren doesn't plan to leave at all. He put the long sword on his shoulders and waited quietly for the opponent to come.

Knight holding the banner of the Holy Cross stopped his horseshoe in front of him, and it only took a moment to step on the wizard apprentice who had not kneeled to him. There was some anger in Knight's indifferent expression.

"Your name, wizard!"

"Loren Torino." Loren, who retracted his long sword, but did not stoop, was only slightly nodded: "To the Lord of Holy Cross Church My sincerest greetings!"