The Primordial Wizard

In the dark alley, there were several screams, the sword in Ace's hand had been unsheathed, and the cold blade slid across, and the screams gradually weakened.

He unhurriedly took out a clean white handkerchief, wiped it lightly on the blade of the sword, put away the handkerchief naturally, inserted the sword into the scabbard and hung it on his waist, wrapped it from the back, took out the cat face mask and put it on, the cloak lightly Shake it over your shoulders.

Ace's vertical eyes absorbed the force of fate from those corpses lying in a pool of blood, and the thread of fate also returned to Ace's vertical eyes. He walked out of the darkness, just in time to see the wretched nobleman The young man walked away triumphantly with his arms around the noble lady slave he had just bought.

"Before the main drama, you need to warm up with a few unit dramas, and you are the first one."

The thread of fate has unconsciously entwined Ace and the noble youth, but the noble youth is still unaware.

As a nobleman, of course he couldn't come to such a dangerous place alone. In a carriage, guarded by four swordsmen on horseback, he could faintly hear the sobbing and exclamation of the noble lady.

Ace wrapped the thread of fate around several people, opened the vertical eyes between his brows, and whispered softly.

"Announcement, the stage has been set, the actors are on stage, and the story is about to begin."

It seemed that there was faint music playing, and the noble young man who was playing with the beauties in the carriage couldn't help but said, "What's the sound?"

The swordsmen on horseback outside also heard it. They looked around and replied, "Master Bakar, it seems that someone is playing music? I can't figure out what instrument it is."

Bakar said to the swordsmen in dissatisfaction: "Go and see who is playing, and don't make something cheerful, it's too disappointing."

When the swordsmen heard their master's words, they didn't dare to be negligent. Their eyes met. A swordsman rode his horse forward slowly, and the sound of the music became louder and louder, but when he arrived, he found no one there.

Just at this moment, the music suddenly burst into excitement. Just as the swordsman felt the wind blowing from behind and was about to check, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in the back of his neck, and a sharp hard object pierced his neck.

Ace retracted the sword without sheathing it, stepped lightly on the back of the swordsman who was hit, and with the neighing of the horse, he reached the top of the carriage as quickly as lightning.

He circulated the power of the heart fire to the tip of the sword, and the blue light of stars appeared in the dark night, drawing a gorgeous spark, which spread instantly.

A swordsman yelled "Not good" and couldn't dodge in time, so his body was split in two and he couldn't survive.

The same is true for the other two swordsmen. Ace's actions are too fast, and his moves are killing moves. This kind of sword-like aura also carries burning sparks, directly piercing through their armor, causing them to die in two.

The young Bakar poked his head out angrily, and suddenly saw a white cat mask with a wide smile on his face. He was about to back away in fright, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.

The noble girl who was sold as a slave had already pulled out her hairpin and inserted it into his back and chest.

The girl bit her lip. She was dressed scantily, with stars and blood stains under her body, her expression was extremely wronged and painful, she was breathing hard, her eyes were dull, and her hands trembled slightly.

Ace pulled down the curtains on the carriage, put it on the girl, hugged the girl in his arms, and said softly: "The nightmare is over, and fate has sounded the curtain call of the drama."

The girl leaned on Ace's chest, looked at his mask and asked softly, "My name is Lisa Mellen, who are you?"

Ace pondered for a while, and jumped up with the girl. He stepped on the roof tiles like a light wind, and his cloak flapped.

"Call me Mr. Cat, I'm just a trainer of fate, leading a little bit of fate to the direction it should go."

Lisa leaned slightly against Ace's chest, and said with a trembling voice, "Where are we going?"

Ace's cheap white cat mask reflects the moonlight, still smiling: "Go fix your destiny, someone will step on the uneven road."

After speaking, the speed of jumping was a little faster. He had already written down the targets of those people who bought and sold people. Ace's purpose was not pure justice. In fact, he was managing his own image of justice.

Because he found that this kind of image can greatly stimulate the thread of fate, his own power of destiny is getting stronger and stronger, and there are more and more connected and entangled threads of fate.

And through the spindle phantom, he obtained feedback from the power of destiny, and his strength increased rapidly.

Ace put Lisa aside, and they had come to a roadside lawn, where a group of trafficked children were driving like sheep.

Ace was as fast as lightning, like a darkest thunder, and arrived at the group of people in an instant, without saying a word, the long sword pierced out like a snake.

The passionate music sounded, a few people couldn't dodge and were killed by Ace on the spot, and the others took up weapons to fight Ace. flashing.

With a swift swipe, the blue light turned into a thread of sparks, expanding rapidly, swish!

Everyone found a bloody thread on their chest, and then their bodies slowly separated. One person grabbed Ace's trousers and asked, "Which faction are you from? Why did you kill us?"

The sound of the music gradually dissipated, and the smiling white cat mask looked at the person holding his trousers, and gently kicked him away.

The power of destiny has returned to Ace's eyebrows together with the silk thread, feeling the recovery and rapid growth of power, Ace said loudly:

"My name is Mr. Cat, and I am the trainer of destiny. Your destiny is over."

After finishing speaking, Ace waved the sword like snowflakes, and cut off all the ropes on the children. The children were not surprised, but looked at Ace with the sword still trembling.

If these children are released right away, they might be trafficked or become beggars again in a few days.

Ace waved to Lisa, and when Lisa came running, he said, "I have a friend who lives not far away, you and these children go to his place to stay temporarily."

The person Ace was talking about was a strange man he knew when he was killing evil and distributing money in the old street during this time. As a white cat, Ace had been killing evil in the old street for several months. According to Sri Lanka's observation, this person should be credible.

In the darkness, Ace led Lisa and the children to turn left and right, and came to a dilapidated garbage dump, where they saw an extremely dilapidated and huge tent.

Shocking grunts sounded from inside, Ace's long sword was in the sheath, and he tapped the ground with the scabbard lightly, his heart was shaking, and strange ripples and music sounded.

Threads of fate stretched from Ace's eyebrows, quietly connecting Ace, Lisa, the children and the owner of the snoring sound.

"Claire Latin, Claire Latin, get up quickly..."

Ace's voice was not loud, but the ripples were heard very clearly in the ears of the owner of the snoring. He woke up in a daze, walked out of the tent, and rubbed his eyes.

Under the moonlight, Lisa could see this person clearly. He was extremely burly, even lacking in the description of burly. He was at least four meters tall. Lisa covered her mouth and whispered: "Half-giant?"

The children also had expressions of fear on their faces, and some even whispered how terrifying the giant was.

Ace hung the sword by his waist and stretched out his fist. The half-giant Claire Latin also stretched out his fist and slammed against Ace's fist. He laughed and said, "It turned out to be Mr. Cat, hahaha, who did I think it was? Who is the little one?"

Claire Latin's voice was like thunder, and everyone present except Ace was a little dizzy. Ace said gently: "These are some poor people I saved. I want to put them here with you for the time being, and wait until the matter is over. Look after."

Claire Latin readily agreed and asked, "What's the matter?"

Ace has turned around and jumped up, his figure shrinks rapidly, only the voice remains: "The order of the old street needs to be repaired by fate."

Everyone was unclear, so the children and Lisa looked at Claire Latin with some fear, trembling.

Claire Latin rubbed her head, knelt down and said, "You stay here at ease, I will protect you well. Don't be afraid of me, I'm really a good person, Mr. Cat has said that I am a good person."

...

Ace was still moving quickly. The power of destiny he had just harvested only consumed a small part, and quickly restored his blood and heart fire. He stored most of it in his vertical eyes, as if he was brewing something.

He took off his mask, covered his eyebrows with his right hand and pulled his eyes hard, and pulled out an ancient scroll from it.

He put on the mask, unfolded the scroll, densely packed names of characters flickered, every sentence, every paragraph of text seemed to indicate something.

Ace followed his mark and tracked down the rich man who bought Jamila. He put the scroll in his arms, looking as vigorous and elegant as a cat under the moonlight.

The rich man's name is Walton Neal. He is a well-known wealthy businessman in the southern region. His business spans black and white.

They booked a hotel, and Walton's men loyally guarded every corner of the hotel, while he himself took Jamila, who had lost his strength long ago, to the best room.

Walton held up the whip, with an evil and wretched smile on the corner of his mouth, and hit Jamila fiercely. The snow-white wedding dress was instantly stained with blood, making it look bright red and coquettish.

"Hey hey, I've played with a lot of women, and there are more pure and strong women like you, but I've never played Knight of the Holy Light, so I'll let you..."

Obscenities spewed out, the whip sounded, Jamila's body was already blood red, she clenched her teeth, her complexion flushed abnormally.

She wanted to move but couldn't move. If it wasn't for the power seed being locked, Jamila would definitely fight this guy desperately. She tried her best to control the bad feeling, and said pantingly: "I am the Radiant Knight, if St. Ivan's Cathedral knows I will let you go."

Walton sneered twice after hearing this:

"Of course I'm afraid of St. Ivan's Cathedral, but will they know? I just have to wait until tomorrow to open the city gate and leave Bernarda, and no one will be able to find you again.

My holy female knight of glory, just accept this destiny of being defiled, you will be my slave for the rest of your life, hahaha..."

More violent whippings came, and Jamila's beautiful red face became more and more abnormal. Her body was arched like a prawn, and a Dao Le mark had been worn on her bound hands and feet.

Her whole body gradually turned red, as if she was in extreme pain, and her breathing gradually became a little coquettish.

Walton became more and more excited, and kept swearing.

At the same time, Ace also arrived at the hotel. He scanned the heavily guarded hotel, his brows were raised and his eyes widened, observing the strength of these people.

"We need to deal with the one-eyed woman at the back door of the hotel first, and then the man with the sledgehammer in the stable, so that we can get to the room on the top floor where the power of destiny is the strongest.

There can be no fighting in the middle, and a quick battle must be resolved! "

While thinking about it, Ace took out the scroll in his arms and wrote something with a quill pen. The threads of fate turned into silver ink and became a script of fate.

In less than a minute, Ace had finished writing the text. He stuffed it into his arms, straightened his cloak, pressed the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and said softly, "Act 1, start."

boom!

The extremely quick bounce caught the attention of the one-eyed woman behind. She held a long sword and winked at the other guards. At this moment, Ace had already rushed forward.

A sword stabbed at her neck, the woman quickly set up her long sword, and swung Ace's stab away. The others wanted to get close to help, but Ace cut their necks in a blink of an eye. up.

The one-eyed woman was shocked when she saw this, her arms were a little numb, and she felt that she was no match for Ace, so she hurriedly fled to the stable, intending to join forces with the strong man in the stable.

Ace smiled slightly, and suddenly jumped into the sky, and slowly raised the sword in his hand, the blue light danced on the tip of the sword, turning into a blue semicircle.

Ace swung hard, and the arc instantly became bigger and galloped, cutting off the one-eyed woman and the strong man together.

The guards of the hotel were alarmed. They all raised their longbows and short crossbows and shot at Ace. Ace's white cat mask was shining, and he said softly, "Since you are the protagonist of the stage, of course you must shine!"

Whoosh whoosh!

The long sword pierced dozens of times in an instant, each time flashing with blue light, the guards in the ground suffered heavy casualties in an instant, while Ace circulated his heart fire on his toes in the air, and blue ripples appeared under his feet.

With a light step, it flew up for a while, avoiding all the arrows, and landed on the top floor of the hotel, boom!

The ceiling collapsed, and Ace appeared in a room with a smiling face of a white cat, a black cloak, well-fitting clothes, calfskin boots, and a sword hanging from his waist, looking extremely heroic.

"what!"

A man hugged the quilt and screamed. Ace saw that this man was not the tall, fat and rich man. Going forward, knocking the handsome man unconscious, and then feeling with concentration, it turned out to be the next door.

boom!

The wall collapsed, and Ace made another stunning appearance.

The tall, stout and obscene man, the restrained girl in the white gauze skirt, the white skirt soaked in bright red blood, turned out to be exceptionally beautiful.

Ace didn't feel it. He only saw the scene presented by the eyebrows. The strong power of fate and the large number of fate threads almost declared that the girl in the white skirt in front of him was absolutely extraordinary.

The sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the blue fire rippling the entire body of the sword, Ace made a killer move as soon as he made a move, mercilessly, as fast as a thunderbolt.

Although Walton was shocked, he didn't panic. He slapped his chest fiercely, and a ball of orange-yellow light enveloped him. He looked like a tiger behind him. Instead of retreating, he even grabbed Ace's sword with one hand. Body, the other hand is like a tiger attacking the enemy.