Chapter 510

"Wait!"

With a tight heart, Lucian pressed the little wizard, and the green tendon exposed right-hand sword was out of the sheath: "wait, they don't necessarily..."

The next second, a loud noise came from behind him!

"Dang --!"

The silver light suddenly appeared, the gray pupil boy suddenly turned back, and the fire burst between the blades of the short sword.

"Lucian --?!"

In the little wizard's exclamation, the blade that was barely parried by the gray pupil boy had been cut in front of him, only a millimetre away from the tip of his nose.

The other party didn't seem to expect that such a small man could Parry his attack with one hand. His distorted expression was surprised and angry: "what are you doing? Catch the juggler!"

Heavy and disorderly footsteps came from outside the door. Judging by the sound alone, there were definitely not more than a dozen!

Lucian suddenly turned pale, his left hand turned over, the silver blade fell into the palm from the scabbard behind, and the backhand cleaved to the other party's face.

"Dang --!"

The sound of the sharp blade was accompanied by the sound of footsteps approaching, and the gray pupil boy who didn't turn his head roared behind him:

"Let's go --!"

The nervous little wizard didn't have time to think... At the moment she rushed out, the note of metal collision sounded quickly again.

There is no interval for breathing, no time for thinking.

It's like a note on a string!

The blue pupil stared at his back. After only hesitating for a second, Ayn Rand resolutely turned back and ran away in the direction of the heavenly dome palace.

Now is not the time to hesitate. In any case, we must first send the evidence to Loren's hand and to the parliament Hall of the heavenly palace.

I carry not only a stack of parchment, but also the life and death of Lusaka kovo, hundreds of wizards, and even the whole imperial wizard class!

The little wizard who didn't know that Lusaka kovo had committed suicide only thought of seram kovo's face that was on the verge of collapse and his promise to him.

Maybe the fool never thought that the little wizard who never spoke would know what he was doing.

Every night, the figure who hurried away, the frown when he came back, and the face that was always full of confidence, as if nothing could beat him... Never noticed the blue eyes that had never left his figure from beginning to end.

Ayn knows Lauren very well, even better than himself... The guy who never cares and always smiles has a proud and extremely fragile self-esteem.

In a word, he is a fool who likes to pretend.

Maybe it's too confident, or I didn't expect to let one go... Most of the mobs have poured into the house, and there are few people outside.

"Someone is running!"

The informant left outside, a soldier of the garrison Corps who sold the map of Lusen, howled at the top of his voice. He had raised the war bow and opened the bow and arrow in his hand.

It's only a dozen steps from the staggering Ayn to the arrow tip, which is only a blink of an eye for the arrow.

At that moment, the little wizard who raised his right hand gently touched his right hand, and the white light flew silently to the informer.

It's just... It's a "firefly curse".

"Ah --!!!"

With the sudden white light, the screaming informer had just shot an arrow in his hand, and ayin's petite figure had rushed in front of him and put him to the ground.

"Catch him!"

"Come on, don't let that guy run away!"

"It's on this guy!"

Finally, the perceived thugs rushed from all around, shouting and waving messy weapons, and hyenas preyed on the desperate Ayn Rand.

The little wizard standing in place was not slow. When he grabbed the bow and arrow, his right hand had twisted three arrows. The blue pupil quickly flashed over the ferocious faces. His left hand raised the bow and took out a bottle of kindling agent at the same time.

At this moment, the vicious thugs have become the hypocritical faces of the Holy Cross Church in the eyes of Ayn Rand!

Eboden, the Royal wizard academy, the pharmacist guild... Every tragedy and chaos has their shadow. These people shout the "Holy Cross" and mix their selfishness.

Can't go on like this... A trace of determination flashed across Ayn's cheek, his slender hands held the bow and arrow flat, and his right elbow gently raised.

Bow.

The arrow.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight, seven, six... Ayin's pupils have narrowed into a seam, gently rubbed his fingers, and gently loosened his right hand holding the arrow.

The bowstring clanged.

"Boom --!!"

The medicine bottle hit in mid air turned into fragments, and the splashed igniter burst into a huge red fireball!

The sudden flames and the screams from the front row made the mobs very "wise" to stand where they were, or simply hide behind the people in front and run backwards.

The smoke cleared away, and the petite figure standing in place had already disappeared without a trace.

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"Dang --!"

A black figure appeared in the middle of the road with the roar of the wind and the splash of fire!

The grey pupil didn't run away, but ran straight into the first panic mob in front of him.

"Dang --!"

The sharp blade of the right hand parries the opponent's axe, and then in the gap, the thin figure has fallen into the enemy's arms.

One! The sword! Wear it! Bore!

In the scream, the sharp blade stuck between the enemy's ribs; Lucian, who couldn't pull it out, grabbed the axe directly, kicked it off the moment before the enemy's body fell, and jumped on the second opponent again.

With his left hand turned over, the grey pupil boy holding the short sword cut his throat with a sword, and the gushing plasma dyed the dark blue bangs and his tender cheeks red; The Tomahawk of the right hand has been released.

The sharp blade breaks through the air!

"Bang --!"

The crisp sound of fragmentation came, and the mob's skull had been smashed and collapsed to the ground in a cry of surprise; Broken bones and bright red colors are everywhere.

Not enough, not enough

The silver gray pupils become colder and more ferocious; The figure in the pupil seems to be no longer an enemy, but prey one after another.

Ain Rand hasn't gone far, and it's still possible to be caught up by these guys... What he can do is to leave them all here.

None left.

Then... Catch up with Lord ain who has run away, call the gate of the heavenly dome palace with his brother's sword, and hand over the evidence to Lord Loren.

This is my plan.

Just a wizard guard, all he can do is "kill"

But as long as it is his will, as long as it is his command, as long as it is for him

No matter who, no matter how many, no matter how strong, no matter where

So... It deserves to be the sword in Lord Loren Turin's hand!

"Dang --!"

One hand blocked the other's attack. The sword of Lucian's left hand pierced the whole head from bottom to top, and the blade pierced from the top of the skull.

"Dang --!"

The violent cry came. The gray pupil boy with cold eyes parried with the sword edge, and his right hand pinched each other's neck.

"Dang --!"

The heavy wooden hammer hit him on the back, and the silent Lucian tore open each other's thigh vein at the moment of falling to the ground.

"Dang --!"

Only within a millimetre, the flying arrow brushed through Lucian's neck and took off his left dagger; A silver flash flashed, the short sword stabbed straight into the center of the archer's face, and the bloody blade stretched out from the back of his head.

The thugs who occupied the absolute advantage finally realized that their opponents... Did not seem to be ordinary guards and attendants.

Obviously, they are the one with many people. Obviously, the other party is only a teenager. Only a small man can reach their chest

But why are they really suppressed, slaughtered and ravaged?!

In the empty alley, the gray pupil boy who stumbled slowly got up and was surrounded by more and more thugs in the middle of the alley.

Obviously, he had no weapons in his hands, but no one dared to take the first half step.

"Come on... Go on..."

Wipe the blood off his face, the cold eyed Lucian turned his face sideways, and his tender voice was frightening:

"Who's next?"