The hunter assessment is over, but the storm caused by this assessment has just begun.
A high-value magic scroll can be sold for one thousand gold coins, but the cost is only eighty gold coins for a blank memory scroll.
Naturally, a lot of people want to do such a hugely profitable business.
But soon, someone discovered that the purchased magic scroll could not be copied.
As long as anyone tries to copy that scroll, the scroll will immediately spontaneously ignite and be destroyed. What is certain is that the person who made this battle magic optical scroll has long expected that someone will copy it. He drew it on the magic scroll.
An anti-copy fire magic circle.
In this way, the B-level assessment battle on Inaba Mountain becomes even more mysterious.
Anyone who buys a scroll regards it as a kind of capital that can be shown off. These days, the most common questions asked by the hunters of Inaba Mountain when meeting are not such as what is the weather like today or what mission have you accepted?
The daily topic has become, have you bought that combat magic beam?
At this time, no one cares about the whereabouts of the Black Hunters team, the losers of the assessment competition.
On a starless and moonless night, outside the Inaba Mountain Hunter Guards, there were only a few dwarf trees growing crookedly on the vast plains.
Hei Er and Hei San were hunched over and kneeling on the ground. In front of them stood a famous man.
The man's back was turned to the two of them, and his specific appearance could not be seen, but his majestic body and the death-like aura emanating from his body made the already windy wilderness even more chilly.
In the man's hand, he held an open battle magic scroll. This scroll was from the B-level assessment match that took place in Inabayama Arena two days ago.
When the Huang Teng summoner approached Hei Si and cut off Hei Si's wrist, the man grunted and the magic scroll in his hand closed with a snap.
"That's not a great combat skill, it's just a medical skill. The opponent uses a doctor's technique," the man's tone was cold enough to make water drop. His voice fell on Hei Er and Hei San.
The sound in their ears made the two of them shiver.
With regard to the doctor's surgical techniques, their majestic warriors in Qin An's camp actually lost at the hands of a doctor!
Hei Er and Hei San felt like they had been slapped twice in the face. The boss was dead and the fourth son was dead. They didn't even have time to take away the bodies. They just bought the battle magic light scroll in a hurry just to check it out.
Know the true origin of that summoner.
I thought that the other party would be some great outsider, or a spy sent by the Great Zhou Kingdom, but who knew that she was just a doctor.
"Your mission failed, and your identity as a secret agent of Hou Qin was exposed. I don't need to teach you what to do," the man still did not turn around, but his words had already sentenced Hei Er and Hei San to death.
Originally, Hei Er and Hei San did not need to die, but their identities have been revealed. Coupled with this magical memory beam, if the two return to Hou Qin, it will be equivalent to exposing the entire dark camp. The brothers must die.
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"Prince An, please let us two brothers go. We have killed nearly a hundred Dazhou C-level hunters, and we have completed the task assigned to us by the organization. Please!" Hei Er and Hei San begged,
Want to survive.
It turned out that this man in black was actually the prince of Later Qin.
The Dark Prince of the Later Qin Dynasty was famous among the five kingdoms of the mainland. His men secretly camped and were the most outstanding espionage and assassination agencies of the Later Qin Dynasty.
In the secret camp, there are fifty first-rate warriors, all of whom are masters above the martial master level; three hundred second-rate warriors, all of whom are above the martial master level; and one thousand third-rate warriors, all of whom are above the great martial master level.
Although the four black brothers are only martial masters in cultivation, they are cunning and cruel. In the past two years, there has been a faint trend of being promoted from third-rate warriors to second-rate warriors.
Losing four quasi-second-rate warriors at once gave Prince An himself a headache.
"Okay, I will give you a chance. I will count to ten. After ten, I will take action again. If you can escape, I will let you live." Prince An seemed to be unable to bear it. As soon as he finished speaking, he knelt down.
Hei San on the ground jumped up and ran desperately towards the wild fields to the south.
Hei Er, on the other hand, seemed to be dumbfounded and knelt on the ground, motionless.
Prince An didn't even raise his eyelids, he could only hear him counting in a low voice: "One, two..."
By the time he counted to ten, Black Three had already run thousands of meters away.
At such a distance, only a magician could succeed with one strike, but the Dark Prince himself was a warrior.
A warrior whose cultivation is unpredictable and has never shown his skills in front of his subordinates.
The wind seemed to be blowing stronger.
Hei Er was kneeling on the ground, not even daring to raise his head.
He could only see Prince Dark's feet.
Suddenly, the pair of feet wearing dark combat boots disappeared, and the figure of the dark prince blended into the night.
In the distance, Hei San was struggling to escape. A cloud of blood mist burst out of his body, and his body was torn in half.
The Dark Prince's hand, a hand covered with fine scales, was completely unlike a human hand. He penetrated Hei San's body with his bare hands. Both Hei San and Hei Er could clearly see how he did it.
Wearing armor, Hei San was completely defenseless and was torn in half alive.
Under the pitch-black night, the dark prince's eyes glowed with scarlet blood.
His face was also exposed.
It was a resolute, masculine face with wild black hair.
The Dark Prince was like a lone wolf in the desert, he casually threw Hei San's body out like waste paper.
"Why don't you run?" Prince An did not kill Hei Er immediately. If he remembered correctly, Hei Er was the most thoughtful one among the four brothers of the Hei family.
"The prince has successfully fused the blood of the beast king. Except for those top beings, no one in the world can escape from your clutches, prince," Hei Er's face turned pale. Within a few days, the four brothers of the Hei family
He was the only one left.
Life and death no longer seemed so scary to him.
"You are smart, tell me a reason not to kill you," the fine scales on Prince Dark's hands quickly faded away, and his hands returned to their original appearance, a pair of elegant, aristocratic hands.
"I know that I have brought shame on Hou Qin and deserve death. But when I went to Inaba Mountain this time, I also met someone. I believe Prince An will be interested in his whereabouts," Hei Erliang
I licked my dry lips, trying to make up for it.
"Who?" Prince An seemed to be interested.
"Xianju, Kamikaze King," Hei San said, and opened a wound on his forehead. That wound was left after he was attacked with a stone in the arena a few days ago.
, there is still a part of the magic power of elven magic left.