The gangster eats the gangster

Author: Night Knight

The gangster eats the gangster

"This is not an ordinary monster horde, but a premeditated ambush. It is probably the Zhentarim. Teleport and retreat!" Although he did not have conclusive evidence, Cliff instinctively felt that this matter had nothing to do with the Zhentarim.

It doesn't matter.

"Just give up?" Darcy looked at the drivers and guards who were resisting with a look of reluctance. Many of them were old men who had been following him for many years.

He led them to travel south and north, covering most of the Moon Sea and Falling Star Sea areas, and today they were found in a small rocky area.

"We must send the news back to the distant mountains, otherwise the city lords and generals will be even more passive in the face of the Zhentarim's accountability. No matter what, they cannot let the Zhentarim succeed." Cliff explained anxiously.

He said, "If you don't leave, even if you want to leave later, you won't be able to leave."

"Give me half a minute." Darcy pulled out a magic scroll from her arms, which exuded hot and strong magic waves.

Firestorm!

Seven rings of magic!

Cliff suddenly changed his color when he saw the appearance of the magic scroll clearly, "You are crazy, this is far beyond your spell casting level. If you are not careful, it will cause magic backlash, and then we will all die."

Cliff was very aware of the value of this magic scroll. It was secretly exchanged by Darcy from the red-robed mage in Serre. The five thousand gold coins spent were tangible, and there were some intangible transaction conditions, so the value was still high.

On top of gold coins.

Darcy has always regarded it as a treasure and carried it with her everywhere.

But compared to their life and death, the value of magic scrolls like Fire Storm is relatively minor.

Darcy grinned, with a strong smell of blood: "Whoever wants to plot against us will have to pay the price. Don't worry, I have obtained this magic scroll for a while, and I have already obtained the things on it.

I've eaten it thoroughly and poured enough of my own magic power into it. I'm not crazy enough to bury myself with it."

After explaining, Darcy concentrated on the scroll in his hand.

Although he did not hesitate to delay the step of upgrading his professional level and invested enough magic power in this scroll, it was a bit too much to surpass the level.

He currently only has eleven mage levels, but to use Fire Storm normally, he needs at least fourteen.

Had to concentrate.

A large number of flame elements gathered crazily in his direction.

The pterosaur in the air clearly felt the feeling, roared, and rushed in this direction.

This magic scroll shows the reason why it is so valuable. With Darcy's mental attention, it begins to burn little by little. When it is burned out, the magic power is also gathered.

Fireballs flew out following Darcy's thoughts, a total of twenty-two of them.

When these fireballs arrived at their destination, they exploded like a storm, sweeping away all living things within a radius of four or five meters.

Regardless of whether they were coachmen, guards or the monsters who fought fiercely with them, they were directly swallowed up by the violent fire element. Most of them did not even have a chance to struggle and died on the spot.

In fact, each fireball can be regarded as a fireball with a damage range halved.

There are a total of twenty-two such fireball techniques.

The main attack direction of the monster troops received Darcy's careful attention, and a total of ten of them landed there.

It was so densely packed that there wasn't much room to dodge.

Even those extremely agile monks cannot run a distance of forty or fifty meters in just a few seconds.

When the fire storm subsided, there were only five or six armed cavalry with charred faces, standing there precariously. The rest were covered with charred corpses.

The remaining twelve were mainly aimed at trucks.

A large number of trucks were set on fire.

Darcy's goal is very simple. Even if it fails, these goods cannot fall into the hands of these monsters.

Because this cargo consists mostly of weapons and armor, once it falls into their hands, they will arm an elite force and become a greater disaster to this place.

"You are looking for death!" the pterosaur roared angrily, swooped down, and raised its neck high, apparently preparing for a new round of acidic dragon breath.

Darcy made a throat-cutting gesture to her, took Cliff and several elite armed cavalry, activated the teleportation technique, and prepared to return directly to the distant mountain city.

"Be careful." Cliff exclaimed.

Darcy felt like she had been punched in the back.

No, to be more precise, it was countless punches.

Every punch is powerful and heavy, and every punch is filled with strange power. This power directly penetrates your body and goes deep into your heart.

Every time he was punched, his heart beat heavily, and every time it seemed to jump directly from his chest to his throat, it seemed that it wanted to jump out of his mouth.

Darcy felt that her heart was overwhelmed and shattered.

Wind combo!

The Super Monk's Greater Wind Combo.

Heart-breaking punch.

The unique advanced skills of the monks who are followers of Bane, the god of tyranny.

The moment Darcy's consciousness left the body, she recognized the identity of the other party.

Heartbroken Sister Stephanie.

All of this was indeed the fault of those bastards from the Zhentarim.

At the same time, Darcy vaguely heard the sound of the horn, and the howls of wolves came from a distance. He seemed to vaguely see countless hobgoblin wolf cavalry coming, and then his consciousness fell into

A piece of complete darkness.

"I'm going to kill you!" Cliff was almost furious.

During the entire attack, he was passive at every turn.

Now, even the spell caster cannot be protected, and the chance to return to the city to report the news is gone.

Stephanie just glanced at Cliff, and his figure slowly faded, blended into the air, and disappeared into thin air.

Without hesitation, Cliff took out a small steel bottle from his combat belt and poured the potion inside into his eyes.

A sharp burning pain came from his eyes, making him scream in pain, and he had the illusion that he was about to go blind.

This feeling only lasted for a few seconds. When he opened his eyes again, they were red, as if they were bloodshot.

But the things in my eyes have changed.

Everything around him became foggy.

It seems like a world made entirely of fog is behind everyone.

The etheric realm.

After applying the potion, Cliff can now look directly into the ether.

A translucent figure was moving furtively in the etheric mist, and was about to turn behind him.

As expected, that damn woman used her etheric ability to lurk behind Darcy and carry out the assassination.

Cliff pretended not to see Sister Heartbreaker and poured all the remaining potion in the small cylinder onto the knight's sword.

At this time, Stephanie had already walked around behind Cliff.

Repeat the old trick.

Advanced blast combo.

Heart-breaking punch.

No one from a profession with low HP below Extraordinary can resist this set of combos of his.

Even if he has a high-life profession above Extraordinary, if he eats all of it, he will lose half of his life. The heart-breaking pain will seriously affect his combat effectiveness.

This kind of attack method infused with true energy ignores armor, whether it is scale armor or plate armor.

Suddenly twisting his body, Cliff ignored the opponent's rapid punches and instead slashed the knight's sword in his hand heavily.

Cliff took three punches as a reward, and the knight's sword hit Stephanie's arm as he wished.

The Heartbroken Sister, who was still in a semi-etheric state, looked like she was made of paper, and the knight's sword slashed through her body.

But Stephanie let out a shrill scream and appeared completely from the ether. Her right arm had been cut off at the root and completely disappeared.

The strange thing is that there is not even a drop of blood exposed at the break, but it is neat and smooth, as if it was not just cut off, but a long time ago, or that Stephanie was born without a right arm.

The potion that Cliff just put on the knight's sword gives it the ability to directly attack etheric creatures and cut off ether.

Sister Heartbreaker finally no longer looked expressionless, her eyes were full of resentment, she glared at Cliff fiercely, turned around and walked away, her body blending into the ether again as she ran.

She must be carrying a magical item that helps her travel through the ether.

The hands are the monk's weapons. Now that one of her weapons has been cut off, most of her combat effectiveness has been lost. The opponent has the ability to see through the ether and directly attack the ether. If she continues here, it will be difficult to gain favor.

"Where to go!" Cliff was unwilling to let her go and chased her wildly, wanting to keep her behind and avenge Darcy.
To be continued...