Chapter 221 (1/2)

”That man is right here. I just saw him!”

Before the voice fell, the guard with the crossbow pulled the trigger towards the alley. The ghostly shadow flashed before his eyes, and the roaring crossbow was nailed to the wall behind him.

In an instant, the hooded Lorraine pulled out the short knife behind his waist. The flustered crossbow soldier was still stringing the crossbow, and was stabbed in the face by the blade flying in the face!

At the same time when the patrol guards around arrived, the body with a knife in the front door fell to the ground. There had been no human figure in the alley for a long time, but the mercenaries could still hear the sound of footsteps.

”He's up there!”

”How quick the reaction is.” he muttered with a bitter smile. Before he reached the eaves, Loren first turned sideways to avoid three crossbows and arrows, and then threw a can of ”local products” down: ”this is your prize!”

Although the guards below didn't know what it was, they were alert and immediately spread around, but Loren hiding above was faster - took out the grab crossbow and fired at the falling igniter.

”Boom!”

The sparks burst, and the guards who blocked their vision with shields had no time to see what was going on, and were swallowed up by the ”fire rain” falling like drops of water.

Two guys around had to throw away the shield for the first time, but the one in the middle was not so lucky - screaming turned into falling to the ground and turning into a burning ”big torch”.

Well, another new use of ”kindling agent” was found, and the black haired wizard nodded slightly. Although the power is so poor that it really needs good luck to kill, it is always convenient enough.

If it were more powerful, he wouldn't dare take it with him.

Looking at the patrol guard not far away attracted by the explosion, the black haired wizard couldn't help frowning - he had killed their two teams since he sneaked here, but the mercenary regiment in the gutter Lane still shrank in the base camp of the crutches gang and didn't mean to come out.

They must have found out. Why do they keep letting the ”appearance goods” of these patrol guards come and die? Do you want to test your strength, or do you intend to use wheel tactics?

Turning around, Loren jumped off the eaves against the wall, landed steadily, and then went deep into the alley - the steps learned from the war dancers in the ancient wooden forest have enabled Loren to land silently.

But this is not an ancient wood forest, and his opponent is not an ogre stupid enough to have only instinct. There is only one end to standing high in this alley with complex terrain and undulating eaves.

That is to become a living target.

The footsteps behind him became more and more intense. People gathered here at both ends of the deep lane. There should be at least one team, that is, about ten people.

Although the freedom Council's patrol guards are often described as ”appearance goods”, they are well equipped, and they have an unparalleled advantage over themselves in this street battle - a large number of people.

On the premise of not revealing your identity and meeting them face to face. Alone, Loren is at an absolute disadvantage in this regard. Once surrounded, he will end up being shot into a sieve by a crossbow.

The footsteps were getting closer and denser, holding shields close to the wall, and people on both sides were holding cross bows and hiding timidly at the corner of the alley.

These people were frightened by the bodies of the two teams just now. They didn't dare to post them at all. They peeped at the every move of the black haired wizard from the gap in the corner of the wall.

This is really expected. A sneer came from the corners of Lauren's mouth. It seems that the Bellini family at most told these people that they were wizards, but did not say that they were spell casters.

The difference between these two names is a world of difference. Just as you can say that elves are humanoid creatures and humans are humanoid creatures, I'm afraid neither of them will feel that the other party and themselves are a species.

Hiding in the alley, Loren didn't continue to wait. His left hand had been replaced with ”caster”, and the red Rune floated in the palm of his hand.

Before coming, he might want to make as little noise as possible; But now... He's not going to let anyone leave the gutter alive.

Those who can be sent to the gutter lane are all the most loyal henchmen of the Bellini family. It's an absolute trouble for any one to leave - even if they don't see their face, they may also identify themselves in court and say they have seen themselves in the gutter lane.

Similarly, even if it is the Bellini family, such loyal dog legs will definitely die one less. Now that the other party has planned to kill himself in good faith, there is no need to be polite.

”It's a pity that things have come to this point.”

The murmuring black haired wizard slowly opened his left hand, and the bright red Rune in the palm had turned into a leaping flame.