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Chapter 48 Killing in the black market, war, siege

This is the second time Moriarty has seen the Black Knife in combat mode. However, the previous time, although the Black Knife held the sword in his hand, the aura on his body was cold and restrained; but this time, standing in the middle of the corridor,

Although the black sword was bare-handed, his gaze was as hot and deadly as boiling rusty water.

"It's...the smell of blood..." Heidao raised his head half-way, facing the front of the corridor, his nose slightly open, as if he was smelling something that was both intimate and alluring.

"It's very fresh, it shouldn't be more than ten minutes, and it's gradually getting stronger." White, who had fought the undead for countless days and nights in the Fortress of Dawn, felt the same extremely keen.

"Black Knife, who is responsible for the security of Ford Night Market?" Moriarty quickly asked in a low voice.

"Glass's Sword and Shield Squadron. However, that silly pen only knows how to divide money and doesn't care about anything else." Black Knife replied coldly.

"Where are the guards in the market?" Hearing Black Knife say this, White immediately felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"Guards? Haha, they should all be patrolling the walls of the inner castle at this time." Black Blade spat disdainfully: "At most, when those sword and shield warriors goose-stepping in the middle of the night, they will just look down a few more times.

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As expected, Moriarty's heart sank.

Because the Ford Night Market is located in front of the Inner Fort, neither the founder of the black market nor the black market traders who come here to trade do not believe that anyone would dare to commit a crime here. Because as long as they make a little noise, they will be there inside.

The fort guard sergeants will immediately rush over like thunder to nip all disturbances in the bud. Therefore, except for more than a dozen black market attendants and a few thugs who perform the most basic patrol duties outside, the interior of Ford Night Market can be said to be completely

Undefended.

"Do you have any companions outside?" Black Knife turned to look at Moriarty and White.

"No more." Moriarty shook his head. As for Thomson, I could only wish him good luck.

"That's good news." Heidao smiled coldly, then turned around and walked towards the front of the corridor: "Follow me closely and protect yourself. I hope that after everything is settled, I still have time to go to the tavern."

Moriarty and White looked at each other and immediately followed quickly.

The further they walked, the stronger the smell of blood became. As they approached the exit of the corridor, a line of warm blood even completely wetted the floor of the corridor. Moriarty's boots stepped on the slowly flowing and spreading blood.

, feeling a palpitating smoothness.

With nothing to hide, Black Knife strode out of the corridor and stood in front of the exit. Moriarty, under the cover of White, leaned on the corner of the corridor and watched everything outside covertly.

Outside the passage is a spacious entrance hall. The corridor opposite the entrance hall is the branch road that Moriarty and White once walked. If you go further, you can directly turn into the long dark corridor leading to the outside of the prison.

However, in the entrance hall at this moment, dozens of corpses that still retain body temperature are huddled together, building a small corpse mound in the center of the entrance hall. On the corpse mound, each victim has an inscription embedded in the throat.

There was a deep bloody mouth. Hot blood flowed out from these wounds and gathered into a pool of blood under the corpse mound.

With just a quick glance, Moriarty was very "lucky" to find two acquaintances in the pile of corpses, one was Iron Bill and the other was Thomson. I wonder if it was a coincidence, but he looked down on the "old dog" very much during his lifetime.

Bill was being squeezed heavily by Thomson's body at this time. Their eyes were wide open, as if they were staring at each other, but only despair and death remained in their eyes.

In addition to the overlapping corpses and blood flow, on the other side of the entrance, a group of Krulod werewolves holding blood-stained scimitars were patrolling vigilantly. Under their heavy protection, a female werewolf wearing a red cloak was looking around.

Leisurely watching several big-eared barbarians who looked like businessmen carefully and quickly rummaging through the victims' belongings piled on the ground, it was Crewe who bought a hundred thin-edged scimitars from Black Knife.

Lodwolfgang.

When they saw the black knife coming out of the passage, the guarding werewolves immediately turned their heads and raised the scimitars in their hands, almost immediately about to swarm them. However, they were stopped by the leader who raised his hand.

"Haha, I didn't expect to meet again so soon, 'Blacksmith'. I originally thought of going to find you in person later, but I didn't expect you to show up on your own." Looking at the black knife opposite the corpse mound, the female werewolf's eyes turned blue.

"Wow" lit up, dazzling and cool: "Look, the scimitar you sell is really good, my soldiers can use it very smoothly."

"The she-wolf who doesn't understand the rules dares to put her dirty claws into the Ford Fortress! Or should we say that Wolfgang's new cubs are so arrogant and stupid!?" Black Knife lowered his head slightly and looked at the female werewolf,

It's like looking at a dying prey.

"You know, blacksmith, I like your eyes very much at this moment: chaotic, dark, but full of killing glory. If you allow me, I hope to collect them after your death." The female werewolf has blond hair that almost hangs down to her waist.

When he laughs, the long braid of his blond hair dances gently from side to side like a golden viper: "Haha, I can't wait to see the wonderful sight of them floating up and down in the red crystal bottle."

"Really, she-wolf? It's a pity that I'm not interested in your body at all, or I can find some wild dogs from the street to make you happy?" Heidao said coldly.

"Your mouth really stinks, old fellow of Sheltering Light." The female werewolf narrowed her eyes slightly: "I'd better use your blood to clean it."

After saying that, the female werewolf waved her hand lightly, and dozens of werewolves waved their scimitars and silently charged towards the black knife from all directions.

"snort!"

Looking at the werewolf warriors rushing towards him like a black tide, Heidao snorted coldly, and the rust-colored halo under his feet suddenly lit up. At the same time, the blacksmith uniform on Heidao's body cracked inexplicably, and immediately, a red rust-colored breastplate appeared

It was revealed from it. And on the back of the breastplate, there was even a black square-headed sword with a long blade and a handle that could only be held.

The werewolf charged forward very quickly. In almost the blink of an eye, a werewolf warrior at the front had climbed directly to the top of the corpse mound. Then, the werewolf leapt forward, heading towards the black knife from the top of the mound.

He flew over. The bloody scimitar in his hand was carrying a shrill wind, like a bolt of lightning, striking at the head of the black sword.

Facing the fierce flying slashes of the werewolf warrior, Black Sword smiled coldly, waved his right hand lightly, and the sword in his hand slashed towards the werewolf's scimitar with a terrifying storm.

"servant!"

Like a hot knife cutting cheese, facing the black saber that roared like a tyrant, the werewolf warrior was completely unable to resist. In just an instant, the werewolf and the scimitar in his hand were chopped into two pieces.

A large amount of blood mixed with intestines and other internal organs fell from the air like a torrential rain, smearing the ground in front of the black knife with mud. And the body that turned into two parts fell just in front of the corridor.

On the left and right sides, like two monuments of death, reminding everyone that they are strictly prohibited from approaching.

"Do you want to take action?" In the corridor, White was holding a short hardwood crossbow, his eyes as cold as water.

"Wait." Moriarty shook his head slightly, his eyes always focused on the female werewolf.

Although they saw their companions being killed easily, the following werewolves did not pause at all. Instead, they seemed to be inspired by their wild nature and charged towards the black knife even more crazily.

In the blink of an eye, countless scimitars accompanied by sharp claws and fangs formed a hurricane of killing, completely engulfing the black knife.

"You bastards, die!"

Caught in the center of the hurricane, the black knife stands like a towering cliff. At its feet, the rust-colored halo turns into a circle of life and death. No matter any object, once it enters this halo, what awaits it is the black sword.

The ruthless judgment of the saber.

Blood, severed limbs, broken bones, corpses, the god of death dances happily in the notes of flesh and blood.

In just one minute, six werewolf warriors fell forever in front of Black Knife. The piled up corpses even formed a low fence, surrounding Black Knife.

"As expected of a person of the light of protection, your warrior level must be at level eight. You are indeed ferocious." Looking at the brutal killing field opposite the entrance, the female werewolf suddenly said quietly, and at the same time, she signaled her werewolf warriors to retreat temporarily.

Due to the huge disparity in strength, when a werewolf whose strength is generally equivalent to a third-level human warrior faces a black knife, it is difficult to kill the opponent even if it means risking his life. In fact, most werewolf warriors are completely unable to touch the enemy with their scimitar.

His body has been cut into several sections. Therefore, when the number of cannon fodder does not reach a considerable base, warriors of Black Sword's level are not afraid of being surrounded and killed. Only strong men of the same level can

Only in this small-scale fierce battle can the strong opponent be restrained.

"She-wolf, call all your people out. Otherwise, I will go over." After a short and fierce fight, the black knife was soaked in the enemy's blood, like a demon from the sea of ​​blood, but it was very short.

Obviously, the previous battles had not allowed the Black Knife to unleash its full firepower.

"Haha, you understand very well." The female werewolf chuckled, her laughter seemed to be full of appreciation and joy: "In this case, Zheer, you can take action."

"Yes, Master!"

After the female werewolf finished speaking, the short barbarian wearing a sheep's head hat walked out from the side, followed by ten unusually strong orcs. Most of these orcs were short in stature, but their upper body muscles were very developed.

Especially their arms, which are almost as thick as their legs. On the chest of each orc, there are two rows of crossed wide leather straps tightly tied together. A sharp ax the size of a palm is neatly tied.

, carefully inserted into the grid of the belt, shining with a cold light.

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Ho ho ho, the barbarians are out.


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