Chapter 214 (1/2)

The messy footsteps broke the tranquility of the deep lane. Soon, several mercenaries holding torches broke in one by one, stepping on the sewage under their feet.

This is a standard small mercenary regiment - led by a middle-aged wandering knight, followed by four light mercenaries with small round shields and broad swords, and finally a crossbow man with a shield on his back.

Six figures holding torches broke into the deep lane. The first one who came in was the leading wandering knight. Almost at a glance, he found footprints by the dry well. Four mercenaries surrounded him with shields, and crossbows squatted at the entrance of the alley to monitor. The degree of tacit cooperation is obviously not the first time.

”There are footprints here, and it is very messy, indicating that the assassin once stayed here for a period of time.” the experienced wandering Knight immediately made a judgment:

”Moreover, judging from the span of their steps, they are already very tired. Maybe they are dragged down by casualties. It's no problem to catch up with them!”

Several mercenaries who heard this immediately showed some excited expressions on their faces - they were attracted by the huge bounty offered by the Bellini family. Now the prey is in front of them. How can they not be excited?!

Each head has a full 400 gold coins of high quality, regardless of life or death! If you can catch the living, double the reward!

For the Bellini family, four hundred gold coins may not be worth the cost of a banquet, and five gold coins are needed for a precious book; But for these mercenaries who licked blood at the edge of the knife, this is a hard-working money.

It's worth dying!

”Wait!”

Just as the mercenaries turned and left, the wandering Knight suddenly stopped and seemed to find something: ”although these footprints are very messy, none of them left.”

”In other words... The assassins are still here, and the footprints are just a cover for deliberately leaving!”

At the moment when they were still surprised, the scream suddenly came from behind them. Suddenly looking back, they saw not the crossbow man who should have stood there, but a guy in a red and black dress and black hair.

”Kill him!”

Without any hesitation, the mercenaries flew four javelins through the air towards Loren. Similarly, without hesitation, the black haired wizard immediately grabbed the body on the ground and threw it to the front to block the two most deadly ones. Then he dodged with a sliding step, and his right hand had pulled out the ”bright silver” from his waist.

”May the void be with you.”

Before the surprised mercenaries could see what was going on, the silver plated dagger in the black haired wizard's hand became a ”long sword” with gray and blue light. The standard posture could not be more standard. Raise the long sword over the head, and then chop it head-on!

The subconscious mercenary immediately raised the shield, but the ”bright silver” strengthened by the ”caster” could cut off even steel... With the crash sound of the shield, the mercenary whose sight was occupied by the light turned into a corpse on the ground.

”Second.”

Maybe it was because of the brothers' death, maybe it was angered by the understatement of the black haired wizard. The remaining three mercenaries roared at him before the order of the wandering Knight behind them.

One in front, one on the left and one on the right. Standard bag clamping tactics - if you dare to step back, you will be greeted by a javelin without a dead corner!

Therefore, the correct approach should be to attack forward. After confirming their position, Loren jumped directly at the mercenary in front, and a ”hovering spell” bounced off the other party's shield!

The gray blue sword body ran through the first ”unlucky ghost”. The moment before the second mercenary rushed up, Loren squatted suddenly avoided the sharp stab of one front and one back two broad swords, and let them die together.

”Then the fifth.”

The mercenary holding the shield seemed to be scared silly. He stood in place and watched the black haired wizard like a hungry wolf rush at him. He didn't seem to realize that he was basically a move of death. He just instinctively raised his broad sword and waved it hard.

Loren also subconsciously raised the ”bright silver”, but at this moment, the gray blue sword was gradually dimmed and finally disappeared.

Good chance!

”Go to hell... Eh?!” at this moment, he saw that there was another javelin in his chest - the one he had just thrown out was not avoided, but caught by the black haired wizard.

”The sixth.” this was the last word he heard before he died.

Now, the whole mercenary team is only the elderly vagrant knight. Slowly raising his head, Loren played with the ”bright silver” in his hand. His dark pupils looked at him like watching prey without any emotion.