() With hurried steps, eleven men rushed out of the dark alley, divided into two groups, and blocked the path of Downton and Hutao.
"Who is it?" Downton asked the little Lolita. He kept moving his hand and waved it directly, blessing Hercules with the brilliance of endurance.
"Slave trader." Hu Tao spat out a word in disgust, put down her backpack, opened it, and took out a two-handed giant sword that was taller than her.
"Don't cause trouble. I'll hold them back later, and you run away first." Downton was not surprised by Hu Tao's actions. A wandering little girl would have been swallowed up by a hard life if she didn't have the ability to save her life.
"No!" Hutao shook her head firmly, "Bless me with magic!"
The radiance of the three divine spells was particularly eye-catching on the dark long street, causing the slave traders to stagnate.
"Captain, he is a magic user." The team members looked at the middle-aged man at the head, slightly nervous. There were only three magic users in their entire team.
"Boy, if you know better, get out of here, or I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!" The middle-aged man was holding a battle axe, showing a ferocious smile to scare Downton.
"This is Morning Fog Town. As long as I hold on for a few minutes, the security team will arrive." Downton said this, but he didn't believe it himself.
The security team is full of scoundrels. Every time bloodshed breaks out in the town, they are always the last ones to arrive. Waiting for their rescue, it would be more useful to pray to the goddess of fate.
"Haha, don't say the security team won't come. Even if it does, we won't be afraid." The middle-aged man sneered, "We are working for a count. If you don't want to be hanged, get out of here."
"Can I think about it?" Downton said perfunctorily, patting his backpack with one hand.
The middle-aged man didn't understand why, and just as he was about to scold him, he saw a huge bronze door suddenly appear behind the kid.
The door was simple, with a golden hourglass pattern carved on it, and then it was split into two in the slave trader's shocked eyes.
The door opened, and thirteen ghoul servants wrapped in warrior suits came out and surrounded Downton and the little Lolita.
Carrying the Rending Dragon Fang on his back, No. 1 walked up to Downton and squatted on one knee to make it easier for him to access the weapon.
"Space props?" The slave traders were all dumbfounded. They stared blankly at the war space gate, and then they became greedy. There was only one thought left in their minds, and that was to make a fortune.
This is a space equipment that can even be loaded with living animals. If it is put up for auction, it will definitely fetch a sky-high price. The middle-aged man did not expect to catch a little lolita and unexpectedly encounter such a big fish.
Even if Downton wanted to leave now, the middle-aged man would not let him go, but he soon discovered something was wrong, and the momentum of his subordinates seemed to have shrunk.
"Boss, there seems to be trouble." The subordinate's voice trembled slightly.
The middle-aged man had only been looking at the door just now, but now he realized that in the blink of an eye, that boy had three more thugs than him, and their equipment was better.
Except for Jackson, who wore a set of 'Hundred Warriors' leather armor, low-level demon servants No. 1 and 2, plus eight miscellaneous soldiers, all wore heavy armor and were responsible for serving as human shields, executing encirclement and killing tactics, and also
There are two miscellaneous soldiers, wearing light armor, who are responsible for chasing and intercepting.
In fact, with Jackson's group-blessed aura of speed, the demon servants were faster than ordinary magic users even if they were wearing heavy armor. However, due to Downton's cautious character, he still kept four light armors as backup.
After all, the slave traders were not regular troops. Not only were their formations scattered, they were also whispering and making constant noise. On the other hand, Downton's side was completely silent.
Under the command of Downton's soul power, the ghouls dispersed and their icy gazes fell on the slave traders through the gaps in their helmets. Coupled with the silent silence and uniform standard armor,
, making the middle-aged people shudder and feel like they are being targeted by death.
"I, Di Polo, have kicked the iron plate, haven't I?" Not only the middle-aged people, but other slave traders were also muttering. Facing Downton's lineup, their morale plummeted.
Hutao was also stunned. He looked at No. 1 beside him, stretched out his index finger and poked its thigh. The coolness from the metal armor penetrated his skin.
"Kill!" Downton took the torn dragon tooth and roared, taking the lead. Not to mention that these evil slave traders deserved to die, just because he was so angry today, he wanted to find a place to vent his anger.
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The slave traders were startled. They did not expect that Downton would take the initiative to attack. They subconsciously retreated and looked at the group leader.
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, realizing that the situation had changed drastically.
The power of the giant was activated, and then Downton's knees were slightly bent, his body leaned forward, and he sprang out like a cheetah hunting prey, appearing directly in front of the slave traders, and stepped on the ground with his right foot.
Trampled by giants.
With a bang, the ground cracked and gravel flew everywhere. The slave traders who were about to retreat immediately became unsteady and lost their balance.
Giant slaying!
The sharp battle ax struck down, piercing the shoulder of a slave trader, and then chopped it out from the waist.
Amidst the shrill screams, everyone saw the two body parts of their companions thrown into the air, with wet and hot blood splashing everywhere. At this moment, they almost instinctively retreated.
Giant Seal!
Whoa, the battle ax formed by magic energy soared into the sky and was ten meters long. As Downton swung his arm, it smashed down hard.
Boom, the bluestone floor was rotten, and in the flying dust, there were two more corpses chopped into two pieces.
In one encounter, three people died, which shocked the slave traders, and the blood on their faces receded a lot. They wanted to organize a front to fight back, but the ghoul servants also rushed closer.
"Stop him!" the middle-aged man roared, holding a battle ax and rushing towards Downton.
The other two magicians also came over, one on the left and the other on the right, but the next second, they were almost staggered by the scene in front of them.
"Kill them all." Jackson's rotten vocal cords let out a hoarse roar, and a green circle flashed under his feet.
The aura of swiftness was activated, and under the radiation, a green halo appeared under the feet of each demon servant, and their speed and attack suddenly doubled.
The group of ghouls crashed into the slave traders like a torrent of steel.
Downton did not shout out, but he had already given orders to divide, surround, and cut off the slave traders so that they could not form a fighting formation and then defeat them one by one.
In fact, Downton was overly worried. The middle-aged people and his party were just a group of slave traders who couldn't stand up to the stage, and they didn't know how to fight at all.
"Jackson, stop the middle-aged man, No. 1, No. 2, stop the one on the right!" Downton pounced on the magician on the left. As soon as he got close, he killed the giant with one strike.
Seeing Downton approaching like a whirlwind, the magician was shocked. Two soul shields popped out and he raised his scimitar to defend with all his strength.
Giant windmill!
After finishing the killing, Downton raised his battle ax and at the same time exerted force on his waist. With a twist of his body, he spun in the air.
Like a rapidly rotating windmill, the battle ax flew away from the scimitar, and then hit the soul shield.
Bang, bang, bang!
After only three times, the shield was blown. Before the magician could react or even have time to retreat, the battle ax came again, splitting him into two pieces starting from the head.
"Stop...him!"
The middle-aged man couldn't stop shouting, and cold sweat immediately ran down his back. Downton's killing moves were not only clean and neat, but he could even kill magicians in seconds. Although his subordinates were only at the second level of soul, even if he was a third level person,
You can't do this against him.
The slave traders panicked. Their scimitars struck the demon servant's heavy armor. They were unable to break through the defense. Instead, they were hit so hard that their whole body ached and almost broke their bones. If Downton hadn't had time to add steel claws to the armor,
They've already been beaten down by now.
The demon servants are like mad dogs. As long as they catch the enemy, they will give it a big grapple and will not let go no matter what attack they receive.
The slave traders struggled desperately, but to no avail. They could only watch helplessly as Downton hacked away corpses one by one with his axe.
Blood was flowing and soon covered the floor.
"Why me?" Jackson complained, but he had no right to disobey Downton and could only obey.
"As long as you hold on for a minute, you will eat the brains and internal organs of these people." Downton said it loudly on purpose, just to intimidate these guys and make them lose their cool.
"Okay!" Jackson's eyes lit up, and with the heavy reward, he pounced on the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man had noticed Jackson a long time ago. Although it was dark and he couldn't see clearly what this guy was, he could turn on the halo, so his strength must not be weak.
Seeing Jackson charging at him without fear of death, the middle-aged man activated all his soul shields and was about to fight, when the guy opposite suddenly knelt down and cried.
"Please let me go, I was forced to do so." Jackson was like a hard-working man whose coffers were wiped out by his wife. He felt so sad.
The middle-aged man almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He was just about to ignore it and chop it to death, but as soon as the opponent raised his arms, a crossbow arrow was fired.
The distance was too close and the speed was so fast that the crossbow bolt directly hit the middle-aged man's shoulder.
"Hey, almost!" Jackson threw away the crossbow, changed his obscene posture, drew out the scimitar from his waist, and came forward to kill.
The middle-aged man who was almost headshot broke out in a cold sweat. The battle ax collided with the scimitar and almost flew away. Only then did he realize that the opponent's strength was definitely not bad.
Jackson, who is about to be promoted to the intermediate level, can defeat these slave traders even by himself.
"With such a strong strength, it's too shameless to still play dirty tricks, isn't it?" The little Lolita was stunned when Jackson knelt down and attacked him secretly. Seeing how skillfully he used it, it was obvious that he had done it many times before.
"I've even killed a giant dragon, so why should you, a bastard who can't even compare to an earth spirit, fight with me?" Jackson waved his scimitar around and kept cursing at the middle-aged man.
The goblin, who had been frightened for a long time, reacted at this moment, turned around and ran away, but was pulled back directly by the little loli with a strong force. The powerful force almost broke its throat bone.