"Ah! Damn it! Why did it have to be that stupid big guy who went with the king!"
The short black-haired film girl huddled up in the dark alley, gnawing on a piece of cold cooked potato in her hand, the black cat ears on her head twitching, and mouthing to the golden-haired and brown-skinned girl next to her.
complaining,
"Do you think that guy Indra can take good care of the king? Gawain."
Chi.
The girl with long black silky hair took a bite of the potato and said, "That guy Indra is as stupid as a pig in a manure pit. He can only jump around. When he encounters an enemy, he can do nothing but rush past.
, you said Wang won’t be tricked to death by her, right?”
The girl called Gawain looked at her military advisor helplessly. Although Morgan was small, he was extremely venomous when he spoke. When she and Indra met, it was like a slap in the face.
A disaster.
What's even more puzzling is that these two people have the best tacit understanding among the entire Glasgow gang.
This is probably the so-called enemy, right?
Gawain rubbed Morgan's little head, but she slapped him away.
"Don't rub my ears, I can still grow taller!"
Morgan had a stubborn look on his face. He chewed the potato in his hand in two or three mouthfuls, stuffing it into his cheek. He chewed hard on the left cheek, and then swallowed it with a gulp.
Gawain knew that this was just Morgan's way of venting his anger.
Although this child scolded Indra as useless, he was still worried about her in his heart, right?
What a weird kid.
However, Gawain still comforted patiently: "Don't worry, Wang Ke is much stronger than us guys. They will definitely be able to escape the pursuit of those guys safely."
"Oh, I know this! I'm just a little confused."
Morgan, with black hair and cat ears, squatted beside the trash can in the corner of the alley, swallowing the potatoes in his mouth hard, feeling nothing about the dark and humid environment around him.
These children, who were born in the slums, have long been accustomed to this kind of place and have nothing to fault.
Morgan wiped the corners of his mouth, glanced out of the alley, and immediately withdrew his little head.
"Look, we have been running away as bait for nearly half an hour, but the guys from Hantel show no sign of catching up."
"[Hantel] Those people are Victoria's famous bounty hunter team. I heard they even have high-level Originium Warlocks...those evil rich people!"
"Moreover, if it were just for our little Glasgow gang, no one would spend such a large amount of money to hire them. All we do is fight in the slums and compete for territory. At most,
It’s just graffiti and signs in ordinary areas, but now the mounted police are so strict that even stealing wallets has become difficult.”
Morgan analyzed it carefully, while Gawain nodded aside.
"So, their target must be the king."
In recent days, Victoria's royal succession has caused huge chaos, and even many civilians have been implicated. Even these gangsters who live in slums and don't even have electricity can know about the newspapers in recent months.
This has been reported on.
Morgan looked at the deserted environment around him. This was the scene most of the time in the slums during the day. The sky was dark and it seemed like it would rain at any time.
This is not surprising, Victoria has as much rain as rain.
"In short, our induction plan failed." Morgan made a decisive judgment, "If we follow the original plan, Wang should be walking towards the central area of Londinium, where we can use the large Origin Stone portal.
Drop it into other cities... and they'll definitely be surrounded."
Gawain's expression suddenly froze.
Morgan's tone was calm: "Although I don't know how they saw through my Origin Stone skills, none of the three bounty teams that were supposed to be lured to the bait according to the plan..."
"Why didn't you come?"
A frivolous sound suddenly came from the roof.
A man wearing a black jacket and a hood, with only his white chin exposed and claws on his hands, looked down at the two women.
Gawain raised his head sharply, his palms with small fleshy pads resting on the sword at his waist.
Morgan's little body, which was originally curled up in the corner, immediately jumped out, rolled over from the ground into the dark corner, and looked at the man on the roof warily.
The man with the hood and claws looked indifferent. They were just two gang members. Is it possible that they could be compared to a bounty hunter like him who had experienced hundreds of battles and had been between life and death?
The man gently jumped down from the roof of a house three to four meters high and stood in the middle of the alley, blocking the way of Morgan and Gawain.
The claws on the two hands intertwined with each other, making a sizzling sound of metal friction, and sparks flying everywhere.
"You are really smart, little girl."
The man stooped slightly, but even so, his body was about 1.9 meters tall, and his nearly two-foot-long hook was lowered vertically and almost touched the ground.
"It's a pity that the importance of this mission is too high to allow for survival. Otherwise, I might be able to reserve a warlock spot for you with the captain..."
Just as he was speaking, the hook in the man's hand suddenly swiped sideways. The back of the alley where Gawain and Morgan were standing exploded with a bang. Green poisonous smoke spread with the man's movements. The slender man arrived.
At this moment, there was no nonsense at all. His legs like bamboo poles were spread out and he was running wildly. His tall body was close to the ground and he was running in an S shape at high speed.
He pointed his claws directly at the two girls in front of him.
Aztelia felt extremely proud.
From planting the gas bomb at the beginning, standing on the rooftop overlooking the alley, diverting the attention of the two people, and then disrupting the concentration of the two people with words and the noise of the hooks tearing the ground, and finally after the poison gas
The moment the bomb exploded, he stabbed and killed.
The entire battle situation was firmly in his hands from the moment it started.
He is a professional hunter! He is not a substitute for others to clean up the head and tail!
Tsk
The hooked claw, which was more than two feet long, waved from bottom to top, the silver light flashed and cut through the air, and the tip of the claw was pointed directly at the short girl in front of him.
According to his judgment, this black-haired girl must be an Originium Warlock. Judging from her weapons, she is taller and is either a guard or a vanguard.
Only by attacking the warlock first can we safely deal with the sturdy girl opposite.
Aztria is a seasoned and steady hunter.
He will not look down upon any prey just because he is weak.
Even if they are just prey.
In front of the claw that swung at the short girl from bottom to top, a heavy force suddenly came from it.
Azteriya's waist, abdomen, and arms worked together, but they couldn't move the hook forward even an inch.
The poisonous smoke dispersed.
Gawain, who has a tan complexion and a slim figure, holds a thick-backed machete and stands quietly in front of Aztelia.
Just holding the knife with one hand, he was able to block the claws of this tall film man.
There was a thin layer of black light surrounding him.
Behind her, Morgan held up a rough staff that was as slender as chopsticks, with only a Originium crystal inlaid on the top.
There is a dagger embedded at the bottom of the staff.
Obviously, she is not a warlock in the traditional sense.
Morgan looked at the big man who seemed to be in a stalemate with Gawain in the poisonous smoke, with no expression on his face.
"Look, [Hantel]'s main force must have been mobilized. Facing the two of us, only one low-level special operator was dispatched."
There was a trace of undisguised contempt in Morgan's eyes,
"You are really underestimated, Gawain."
As he spoke, the green poisonous smoke was repelled by the invisible force field, and not even a trace could contaminate their bodies.
Gawain silently raised the knife, pressed the opponent's hook, and pressed forward little by little.
Then, swing the knife.
The wind roared, and Azthelia, who was facing Gawain, felt an incomparable force coming in front of her like a large carriage.
The tall and slender body shot straight to the edge of the alley like a kite that had lost its strings, and smashed into the masonry structure of the house with a loud noise. The spine showed a strange broken angle.
Eighty percent of the time it's impossible to save him.
Morgan clapped his hands and stuffed the dagger-shaped staff into his lower back.
Gawain also put away his thick-backed machete with a calm expression, but the two of them seemed to have just done a small thing and had no sense of killing a large team of powerful bounty hunters.
As if this is how it should be.
"Let's go, Gawain!"
Morgan strode straight towards the exit of the ghetto,
Gawain was like a silent guard, walking with her step by step.