At night, the moonlight is still there, and under the moonlight, murderous intentions are played.
"kill him!"
Zarberg's order caused the three guards hiding in the darkness to come out.
Bing Zhixie was startled. In his astonishment, the mace, fist sword, and magic were already in front of him. Before he had time to think about it, the magic in his mind instantly cast: "Sealing Shield..."
The ice shell stood still, blocking all three parties' killing moves.
"...Spiral Ice Sword!" The moment he blocked the killing move, Bingzhi's evil magic changed, and the sealing shield rotated and decomposed at a high speed, turning into a thin curved ice blade and eating back at the people who attacked him around him.
The female guard holding the fist blade flipped backwards the moment the first ice knife flew out, the cold ice blade flew past her chest, and then the second three ice knifes rubbed her hair as she turned upside down.
Her silk and left arm flew past. Then there was a series of crisp sounds, and the remaining ice edges were all blocked by her pair of fist blades.
Bing Zhixie secretly thought: "Master."
Look at the other guard next to him who is holding a mace. He is wearing a thick steel armor, and the damage from the spiral ice blade is completely blocked. The copper mace in his hand is raised high again.
"It's nuclear crystal steel armor!" Bing Zhixie secretly said, stepping forward quickly and flying to an altitude of tens of meters in the blink of an eye. There was a loud bang on the ground, and a stone pit was smashed out of the rooftop.
At the far end of the rooftop, the magic guard flew up into the air. A magic bead beside him emitted a light green halo, spinning around him. The magic in his hand flashed continuously, and the four-color light wheels of poison, earth, water, and thunder were released at the same time, combining
It forms a five-round light array of mixed colors: "Poison Magic·Deadly Poison Dragon!"
"Magician!"
Don't think too much, the possibility of a sixth-level red-robed archmage being able to use a five-round light array is not high. The most likely person to be able to use ultimate magic is a magician.
The snake-shaped mud dragon flew out of the light array. Its brown body was a mixture of mud and water. Blue electricity flashed faintly in its muddy body, and it spit out turbid poisonous breath as it circled and flew into the air.
, chasing Bingzhixie straight away.
Bing Zhixie had no time to gather his magic power to resist, not only because of the pause in magic power just after teleportation, but also because the killing move of the female guard with fists and swords had come again. There was no way, the shadow warriors separated instantly, and the chaotic black shadow chain split among the shadow warriors.
spread out at the same time.
The shadow chains of these shadow warriors can not only attack the person's body, but also directly attack the opponent's shadow. Even the shadow of the poisonous dragon is restrained and slowed down by the shadow chain.
"Stop." Zarberg suddenly called out to stop the fighting.
The poisonous dragon magic was lifted, the female guard with fists and swords fell back to the ground, and the three attackers disappeared into the darkness again.
Trossa was stunned by this short and sudden battle. Only then did he react and asked: "Your Majesty, what is going on?"
Zalberg chuckled and waved his hand: "It's okay. I just heard you said he was a member of the S-class mercenary group. I wanted to try to see if it was true."
"So that's it." Trosa was relieved.
At this time, Bing Zhixie also slowly flew down from the sky and fell back to the ground.
"I'm sorry." Zarberg smiled evilly at Bingzhi and said: "It was just a test. Now it seems that the members of the S-class mercenary group are indeed worthy of their name. Under the attack of my three guards, they can still survive."
Not hurt."
Bing Zhixie snorted lightly and said with a hint of arrogance in his tone: "It's not the S-class mercenary group, it's me. If the prince hadn't stopped him in time, I'm afraid someone would be injured now."
Trossa laughed twice, came to Bing Zhixie and whispered: "Don't talk to the prince like that."
"It doesn't matter." Zalberg heard Trossa's whisper: "I like capable people. Competent people will always be a little more proud than others."
Bingzhixie said: "I also like people with vision. Only those with vision can cooperate better."
"You want to cooperate with me? What do you want?"
Bing Zhixie said: "I want status, reputation, and power. I want everything in this world that I can have."
Zalberg said: "Isn't your current status and reputation enough?"
Bing Zhixie shook his hand: "Those are just the status and reputation of a mercenary. I don't want to be a mercenary all my life. So what I want is more practical benefits. I know that you have your desires and ambitions, sir. I want to be a mercenary for the rest of my life.
There should be some place where I can be useful."
"My ambition?"
"Prince, why do you have to hide it? You and I are both smart people, and some words don't need to be said so clearly." Bing Zhixie said: "Master Trosa recommended me here because he knew you could use me.
Since you and I both have needs, isn’t this the best opportunity for cooperation?”
Zalberg said: "A young man like you can actually have such ambitions."
Bing Zhixie turned around and looked at the city outside the official residence: "Money and desire, aren't they what everyone is pursuing? They want to constantly satisfy themselves. This is the same for both adults and children."
"But you are different from those of your peers."
Bing Zhixie said lightly: "It's not that I'm different from them, it's that they want to be independent from me."
"Hahahahahaha..." Zalberg suddenly laughed wildly: "This is the most arrogant thing I have ever heard in my life. No wonder you came to me."
"What about our cooperation?"
Zalberg said: "I still have to think about cooperation."
"Oh?" Bingzhixie said, "I'm a little disappointed by your hesitation."
After hearing this, Trosa broke into a cold sweat.
"You don't have to be too anxious. If you want to cooperate, you have to be patient. I still need to know more about you." Zalberg said: "Trossa, take Mr. Celeste back. I will
I will send someone to find him personally."
"Then I'll take my leave." Trosa took Bing Zhixie and left here.
After Bingzhixie left, Zalberg returned to the study alone. Thinking about the meeting just now, he said in his heart: "Celeste Bingzhixie, Apollo failed to kill you some time ago. I never thought you would come by yourself.
The Royal Capital is really surprising. What’s even more surprising is that Trossa would recommend you to me. Now that Apollo and Rehog are not in the Royal Capital, you have already established a relationship with Trossa in such a short period of time.
So close, what is your purpose in coming to the capital? Ask me to cooperate. If I didn't know your situation, I might really believe your words, but you never would have thought that it would be my first time to meet you.
, I already know something about you."
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On the other side, in a village in the wilderness on the outskirts of the city, a group of unknown people attacked, bringing the shadow of death to the villagers in the village.
In the village, the guards and servants of the Ewen family looked nervously at the men in black on the houses, fearing that they would come down again and start another massacre. But more people looked at the owner worriedly.
I hope he can say words like 'I know' and 'I'll tell you' from his mouth to relieve tonight's nightmare.
Seeing the tension and fear of the servants and guards, Buti felt even more pressure in his heart. He knew what his words meant. He couldn't bear to see his servants die tragically, and he didn't want to see the painful scene of his loved ones falling, but
There was only one sentence lingering in his mouth: "I...I..."
Seeing the master's appearance, one of the servants and guards became angry: "I can't bear it anymore. Mr. Aiwen clearly doesn't know about the Ten Thousand Eyes Stone. They have to force Mr. Aiwen to talk about things he doesn't know. They are forcing us to die."
Instead of being humiliated like this, why don't we fight with them!" As he said that, he waved his weapon and was about to charge forward.
"No, don't." Buti and the people around him quickly stopped the impulsive guard: "We are not their opponents. Even if there are masters like you and the Archmage among the guards, we cannot be their opponents. We rush like this."
In the past, it would only lead to death."
In fact, needless to say Buti, everyone can see that many of the guardians summoned by the men in black are king beast-level monsters, and the rest are things they have never seen before. Although Buti's personal
There are also two sixth-level masters among the guards, but they still can't change this huge disparity.
Seeing that Buti remained silent, the leader in black slowly raised his right hand. The five men in black on the right immediately clenched their weapons and waited for their hands to fall before going in to kill.
"Wait, wait." Buti stopped the hand of the leader in black, which was hanging in the air. He swallowed hard and said with a trembling voice: "I...I know..."
At this moment, a burst of music sounded in this tense little village, and the graceful piano played the most soothing tone. Everyone was attracted by this sudden music, looking for fame, a piano, a person's
The figure was sitting on the top of the church, playing the most beautiful music to her heart's content.
"Hmm! Who?"
The question of the man in black is also a question in everyone's heart. No one knows how he appeared, and no one knows when he appeared. This man seems to have been sitting on the top of the church all his life, waiting only to see him in the most beautiful moonlight.
Play this most touching movement under the color.
The music was melodious and lively, and the pieces played were like elves dancing on the musical notes. Under the moonlight, in front of the white piano, the young musician was intoxicated with the lively tune. Only his blue stand-up collar clothing and silver curls could be seen.
His hair, illuminated by the moonlight, can clearly see his white cheeks. His slightly rolled cuffs, his slender white fingers, and the beautiful finger tone when sliding over the eighty-eight piano keys, as if
A pair of hands that can penetrate the soul and give people the deepest touch.
At some point, the sound of the piano stopped, but people still seemed to be intoxicated by the charming echo.
The pianist had already landed on the ground, holding a slender blue sword in his hand. He strode towards the man in black, because his sword was going to play another soul-crushing movement...