Blood of Mercury

Macken silently raised the blood-stained sword and took a half step back.

The few shadows around him seemed to have sensed his flaws, and they slowly approached him on all fours, ignoring the companion who had just been beheaded.

But before these few shadows could jump up with strength, Markan immediately took a step forward and vigorously swung the slightly tucked sword. The blood-stained Caral's Slashing Sword exuded a faint light, dancing a bright red arc in the air, instantly severing the few just jumping shadows surrounding Marken in two!

——Arc Slash!

This is Caral's military swordsmanship. It can get a level of strength bonus at the moment when the attack is judged successfully, and it can also achieve the terrifying effect of slashing the enemy in the early stage. Unfortunately, unless you are a weapon master, you can only use the single-edged sword unique to Caral in your right hand to exert its full effect.

But at the moment when the sword arc flashed, a slightly stronger wolf-headed Glancing Shadow slyly leaned down, avoiding Macon's attack.

Afterwards, his front paws exerted force, tumbling and jumping from the ground in a strange motion, and his barbed hind feet slashed towards the head of the stiffened Macken in the air—

But at this moment, a round shield full of sharp blades made a terrible humming sound, spinning at high speed to split the silhouette of the wolf's head into two, and under the high-speed rotation of the blade shield, it glimpsed the black internal organs contaminated by magic power. Squeeze out from the incision, and lose his life if he can't even do it.

Then, the slender iron chain connected in the center of the shield was suddenly straightened, and the shield, which was still rotating at a high speed, was pulled and drawn into a large arc, slashing or forcing the shadows beside Marken and Kluveen. retreat.

Finally, Macan, who was able to make some room, exhaled, and the black rune on his face retreated to his right eye. While vigilantly and Kluveen covered each other and stepped back, he whispered: "Thanks."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

There was an almost mocking smile on Kluveen's fat face, and he used the chain to lead the shield to spin and fly back. The shield that stopped spinning was full of shallow scratches, and the blade with some internal organs overheated due to the high-speed movement, making a sizzling sound as the meat rolled around the blade.

"When you fight, it's on the top... You can't change this problem until you die." Kluveen looked at the glimpses that were still increasing in number, and rubbed his fat, blood-stained fingers on Markan's body. "However, pay a little attention to Lao Tzu. It's not in the Hyena Legion anymore, but there aren't that many shield dancers to protect you from going mad."

Just as the two were talking, a new glimpse appeared from the shadows. More than 20 pairs of green eyes stared coldly from a distance, looking like a large firefly from a distance.

The number is three digits. The ever-increasing number of glimpses gave Markan the feeling of encountering a pack of wolves in the Deadwood Wilds as a child. The frightening feeling made him startled, and even the sword in his hand seemed to be a little unstable.

Shaking his head slightly, he abandoned the ominous feeling in his heart. Suddenly Macken heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Glancing Shadow, who was also attracted by the new prey, also turned his head. Almost instantly, Macken heard the sound of teeth fighting from behind.

Probably An Ruosi.

He couldn't help but sigh.

After all, he is an academic wizard. The holiday practice is to increase the actual combat experience, and it is not strange to be afraid of this when encountering a glimpse. After all, it was a glimpse.

If he hadn't been a killer in the White Tower before and joined the army, I'm afraid he would be like this now.

"Miss Claudia, please give this gentleman a boost."

A soft, hoarse voice came from behind him. The neutral voice made it difficult for Markon to distinguish between men and women for a while.

But when he realized that this voice had never been heard before, he immediately realized that it was probably the voice of the black robe that Kluvian rescued.

"But... encouragement is used to shield pain, and An Ruosi..." came the voice of a certain eldest priest. Putting it together with that neutral voice, you can immediately hear the lack of confidence and hesitation in it, "I used two one-ring magics on you just now, and now the magic power is not enough..."

"Trust me, Miss Claudia."

The neutral voice came leisurely.

"Inspiration is a pain-relieving effect that was developed in 891 of the Gods Calendar. Before the end of the War of the Undead, it was mainly used for the low-level warriors of the friendly army to resist the opposing aura of fear. It was used to resist the plundering of shadow creatures. Courage works just as well. Didn't you learn it in the temple?"

"Is...is that so? Well, I believe you."

Miss Pastor sounds like she has never heard anything like that. But she hesitated for a moment, and then decided to do as Heipao said.

Then, a golden brilliance flashed past behind him, and the sound of fighting that made one's teeth sore stopped immediately. Not only that, but even Markan felt a lot calmer in his cringe when he was slightly illuminated by the light.

...What is the origin of that black robe!

If you understand the magic of the realm of war in this way, it won't be the madmen of the Deadwood family or the dead wood family...

Markan, who was also born in Caral, couldn't help but become curious about the black robe behind him. If it weren't for the aggressive glances in front of him, he really wanted to turn back immediately to see what the black robe looked like - before he was busy judging the direction of progress, and he didn't have a chance to see the flower that was exaggerated by Kluveen. What kind of "good-looking boy" can come.

But at this moment, the nice hoarse voice came again: "The gentleman with the sword in front... Look at the curse mark on your face, you are a silent swordsman, right?"

Hearing his words, Macken's heart was shocked, and he could barely grasp the sword for a moment.

Silent Swordsman is a profession that was developed by Baita's R&D department the year before. Currently, only Kalar military assassins who have official cooperation with the White Tower can change jobs.

This particular class may not be as dangerous as Shadow Warrior or Venom Claw, but for Macon, who often has to complete assassination or scout missions, becoming a Silent Swordsman is far more useful than studying the shadow power of the Assassin class. .

The characteristic of silent swordsmen is that their attacks and actions are completely silent. The black spell mark on the face of the silent swordsman is the source of the power of the enchantment. The silent spell will gradually fade away and disappear with the opening time. Before it disappears completely, the weapon and body of the silent swordsman will be covered with a very thin layer of silent enchantment. , both actions and attacks will become silent.

Although it's not as easy to use as humans, it can be used with a slightly delayed stealth, and it's also a good tool for a glimpse of the target that only uses ears and eyes to lock on.

— But the key point is that the information about this profession should still be at the top secret level!

Markan was startled, and the killing intent suddenly appeared in his heart. But just as he was about to turn around and shut his mouth, he immediately recalled the taste.

Thinking about the influence of the Druid sect in the Principality of Caral, it seems that it is not surprising that a black robe knows about it...

As the only professional killing organization of a scholar organization like the Druids, it is impossible for the black robes to not have their own information channels.

From this point of view, it doesn't seem so strange to know the information about the silent swordsman. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The moment he heard the Druid in the black robe speak, Markan's thoughts went back and forth in his mind. He thought it would be best for him not to say anything at this time.

It seemed that there was no response, and the hoarse and soft voice sounded again behind him:

"Then, please close the curse seal first to save energy. Listen to me, I have a plan to annihilate all the shadows—"

The voice behind him said so, and took a step forward slowly.

The next moment, an emerald-green halo shone out from behind Markon and quickly swept along the ground.

All of a sudden, all the swipes seemed to be fixed, froze in place and motionless.

It is a group monster immobilization technique!

Markan was overjoyed, relaxed and turned around. But just happened to see the black robe pull down the hood.

There is a hint of weakness in the delicate face, which is lovable and lovable, the fat-like skin is almost transparent due to ischemia, and the pair of smart black eyes are full of confidence. This beautiful creature like a puppet of the Su Ze Empire was wrapped in a black robe of a larger size, exuding an almost magical charm, which made people unconsciously feel good about him.

Don't blame Kluveen for thinking of him as a girl—

Contrary to Marken's own expectations, when he saw the black robe, he didn't realize the slightest fear and awe, but such an almost disrespectful thought popped up in his mind.

Seriously, it's really pretty.

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