Chapter 33 The Three-Winged Killer and the Mage Tower
The dark night is a veil that blocks all sins, and it is also a barrier that blocks the light of blood. Three afterimages gallop across the Miracle Plain, and the ancient city of Aogu in the distance becomes increasingly clear.
"You stay here. If I don't come back before dawn, go back directly and tell the king everything." The middle-aged man at the head said in a low voice. The two people beside him nodded calmly and immediately got into the dense forest.
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This person's name is Robben, a three-winged killer of the Dark Elf clan in the Whispering Forest. He is stationed in the Hurricane Plains all year round and is good at naval combat.
The reason for setting foot on the ancient continent this time is because the little girl in the clan who was on an envoy to the human royal city has not returned yet. It is inferred that she must have died in a foreign land.
As a dark elf, he is extremely reluctant to deal with humans. But the king's order is everything, no one dares to disobey, let alone question.
The three-winged killer is a combat level of the dark elves. The first wing is an elusive stalker, the second wing is an assassin who is proficient in the art of poisoning, and the third wing is a demon-breaker who is skilled in the use of fighting spirit.
As a dark elf, Robben is already four hundred years old and is the main battle force in his mature stage. That is why the dark elf king asked him to guard an important place.
Among the three-winged killers, he does not specialize in poisonous tactics, but likes to fight with people with fighting spirit. And through years of training, he is no less inferior to the human divine knight.
Thinking of this, Luo Zhen's figure paused slightly, and his whole temperament instantly changed. He walked towards the city gate like a poor man, hiding in the noisy crowd.
He has been to this city before, but that was more than two hundred years ago. Everything seems very strange now, whether it is the shops on the street or the so-called King Ogu.
Robben is an extremely traditional dark elf. From the moment he was born, he hated everything, hated pure-blood elves, hated other races, and hated even the slightest noise.
As a commander, countless creatures have died under his command, including even some descendants of his own race. He has always felt that the weak do not deserve to live, breathe, or even make the slightest sound.
This time he went to the land of humans in person, and the king gave him only one order. Either he would return with his tribe, or he would bring the murderer's head, or he would be exiled.
The broad main road gradually narrowed, and the crowded crowds calmed down. Robben stood in the middle of the square in front of the palace. He wanted to go directly, but was stopped.
"Why did you come to Aogu City late at night? How about we go to a deserted place and sit down for a drink?" Yuri, the president of the Secret Magic Guild and the great fire mage, came quietly.
But what answered him was a dark green dagger. With a cracking sound, it was already placed on his neck. As for the guards on the side, they remained stunned in place.
"You have killed the messenger of the Dark Elf, either let us go now or die!" Robben said slowly.
"I never thought I would meet the Three-Winged Killer in my lifetime. But this matter is a bit complicated. If possible, I hope you will go to the Mage Tower first." Yuri was stunned for a moment, but then regained his composure.
The night wind suddenly blew, and Robben's figure disappeared out of thin air, as if the fight just now had never happened. Yuri shook his head, turned and walked towards the palace.
The Mage Tower is the core of power of every human principality. Most of the masters guarding it are top experts who can influence the situation of the battle.
Robben's figure quietly appeared here. After reciting a prayer silently, he knocked on the wooden door openly. Now that his identity has been exposed, there is no need to hide it. He believes in his own strength, and even more
Believe in the King’s will.
"Hello, sir, the master ordered me to come and greet you. Please come up with me." The person who opened the door bowed deeply and then led Robben up to the mage tower.
If Boom were here, he probably would never believe that a strong man who has reached the level of a high-level magician would behave like a servant.
The huge mage tower is extremely noisy. The origin of magic is being debated in the room on the left, and countless utensils are placed in the room on the right.
However, Robben turned a deaf ear to these, and even put away the dagger in his hand. He followed behind like an idler, but always kept a distance from the opponent.
A moment later, he arrived at the top floor of the building. There was only one person among them, named Fario, the current head of the magic family among the four major families in Augu City, the owner of the mage tower, and the holder of the burning staff.<
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"It turns out to be the three-winged killer of the Dark Elf clan. I wonder what you are doing here from afar?" Furion was a little surprised, but the staff in his hand did not move at all.
"You killed a tribesman, and I want to take the murderer's head back. Besides, I have lived for more than four hundred years, so don't make excuses in front of me." Robben replied softly while looking at the carvings in the room.<
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"The person who killed her was King Ogu. We were wrong in this matter, but you were wrong in front of us. It shouldn't be, absolutely shouldn't, it shouldn't be that the prince died of the poison of the dark elves." Furion saw the other party.
With such an attitude, he spoke again.
"I only need the murderer's head. As for who the murderer is, I'm not interested." Robben also frowned after hearing this, but in an instant he looked up at the other party.
"The origin of magic wandering in another dimension, the red phantom wandering in the abyss of despair, come, the sleeping fire..." Furion sighed, then clasped the burning staff with both hands and sang softly.
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"Dancing wildly!" Robben just smiled slightly when he saw this. He saw that his body was covered in fighting spirit, and the two daggers turned into afterimages, spinning at high speed like a top.
Boom! There was a muffled sound from the top of the mage tower, and when people saw it clearly, it had disappeared. And Robben's dagger was pressed against Fario's chest.
Countless imperial cavalry drove the crowd away, and Boom and Rikka also hid in the attic. But the palace was still silent, except that Anthony, the Divine Blessing Knight, drew out the Blade of Light, and Yuri on the side also used the Explosive Spark Staff. The old Furion sat slumped on the ground. He knew the three-winged killer of the dark elves and had seen its strength in his early years. But he never expected that the person in front of him was so terrifying. He suppressed him with just one move.
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The night was deep and quiet, and Robben's figure appeared again in the Miracle Plain. The two followers stood still there for no apparent reason, as if they had never left.
The three of them walked towards the distance and disappeared outside the territory of the royal city before the first ray of morning light came.
Robben thought with some humor, human beings are really a bunch of unreasonable creatures. They don't want to swallow their anger, but they don't have the strength to overturn everything.
He held a beautiful wooden box in his hand. He was not interested in looking at a piece of waste. He only hoped that the Dark Elf King could calm down his anger, otherwise the whole world would fall into chaos again.
"Brother, if the person we fight today is not Furion, but you, what will be the result?" King Fernando of Ogu asked.
"Assassin is a very special fighting profession. Robben will hurt me, but he will be the one who dies in the end. At least we will die together, because I am not good at detoxifying." Anthony, the divine knight, said slowly.
"It's a pity that those pure-blood elves are too weak, otherwise..." King Fernando of Ogu hesitated to speak, but finally sighed, stood up and left.