Chapter 510 (1/2)
”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.