Vlad looked at the entire arm that had been severed on the ground. After being blasted with a shotgun, only the arm was broken into pieces and covered with bones, and the palm was dripping with blood.
This was just a wound on the hands of the man in black assassin. He didn’t know how badly his body was injured, but there must be injuries on his body because Vlad felt like a bullet had hit the man in black assassin who could not avoid it.
Vlad was horrified that the assassin in black could still be so brave even though he was so injured, and shouted that he was going to kill him.
Vlad couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "Does he and I really have sworn hatred? Then why don't I have an impression of him?"
However, this is not the point. The point is that the assassin of the man in black is very strong. This time he suffered the disadvantage of not being familiar with shotguns and was deceived by Vlad's weak strength, so he easily succeeded in sneak attack.
"If this person comes prepared next time, will he be able to escape?"
Vlad shook his head. The assassin probably wouldn't be so willing to give up his brain. Just in case, Vlad still put this arm into the space ring. The space ring is enough to keep this arm fresh.
Maybe next time the one-armed assassin comes to assassinate you, you can negotiate terms with him on the condition of this arm.
Although it's unlikely, it's better to be prepared.
Under the surprised gaze of the dwarf Andre, Vlad put away his bloody hand.
Vlad couldn't help but fell into deep thought, "Uh... is the female assassin named Emilia dead? Not dead, right? Although he fired a few more shots without mercy at that time,
But based on the strength of these assassins, it’s really hard to say!”
Vlad murmured to himself, "I was careless, I was careless. I should have whipped the corpse at that time."
"Bah, bah... How could a gentleman like me do something that would outrage both humans and gods?"
The dwarf patriarch Andrei looked at Vlad with a puzzled expression. How could His Highness fall into a state of narcissism just looking at the assassin's severed arms and limbs?
"Your Highness, what was the weapon you just used? It's so powerful!"
"If a two-star magic warrior, no, as long as a one-star magic warrior equips it, it is possible to kill a three-star magic warrior. A four-star magic warrior may also succeed in a sneak attack without knowing anything about it. If the army is equipped with it when a large corps is fighting,
That’s even more invincible.”
Vlad rolled his eyes and said to himself, it doesn't matter what you say. The key is that these weapons are so expensive that it is impossible to popularize them.
Vlad just checked the balance of the mall. In just a moment, the balance has changed from more than 130,000 to more than 90,000 magic dragon coins. A Desert Eagle is worth 8,000 magic dragon coins, and a shotgun is worth 16,000 magic dragon coins.
Ten pieces of equipment would cost 160,000 magic dragon coins, which would immediately lead to bankruptcy, not to mention the cost of bullets.
However, maybe dwarves can be allowed to imitate the structure of firearms and make some high-imitation goods. After all, they are also blacksmiths. However, it may not be as powerful as the original genuine ones he exchanged in the mall due to core issues such as metal material and propellant.
Of course, these are all things for later. The most important thing now is to rescue the tauren Tuomu. I just don’t know if it’s too late to rescue Tuomu now.
"Andre, let's set off now. Let's go rescue Toom. I hope it's not too late."
Andre nodded when he heard this, "Yes, Your Highness!"
After speaking, Andre tapped the face of the giant ax as big as a millstone with his fingers.
The deep sound of the giant ax spread in the distance, and then they saw Mohu emerging from the wilderness and running towards them. The two of them got on the tiger and quickly headed towards Tuoom's battlefield.
...
After walking for a while, you can see the small woods in the distance, which is where Tuoum ends.
Andre suddenly stopped and suggested to Vlad with a serious expression, "Your Highness, please stay here and wait for my good news. After all, there are black witches on the other side. Their witchcraft is very weird and their long-range attacks are not weak."
Vlad was very unconvinced, and even looked down on His Highness. Have you forgotten who saved you regardless of the danger? It was not His Highness, but he defeated the assassin of the man in black with conspiracy...no...its ingenuity.
Vlad thought about it and what Andre said made sense. It would be bad if it became a drag.
"Of course, go and come back quickly!"
Vlad knew in his heart that it was impossible to succeed in sneak attacks every time. After all, it was rare for a weak chicken to counterattack a strong one. Moreover, the Dark Witch belonged to the branch of Dark Wizard and was proficient in long-range attacks. She would not easily approach him and let him be used as a target.
Andre got the expected answer, took the reins and was about to leave.
"Hold on, here's this for you, just in case." Vlad handed the shotgun in his hand to Andre.
Andre looked stunned, then refused, "It's better to keep the magic weapon for Your Highness for self-defense. Don't worry, Your Highness, I promise to rescue Tuomu."
"Whatever magic weapon is not a magic weapon, just take it. As for self-defense weapons, I still have them." Vlad said and pointed to the Desert Eagle slanted on his waist.
Although Andre didn't know the function of the Desert Eagle on Vlad's waist, he expected it to be good and not pretentious. He took the shotgun decisively. After all, this weapon was still very powerful.
Under such circumstances, it is still very easy to get injured.
"Squeeze the trigger, and the bullet will fly out from here." Vlad told Andre how to use the shotgun. In fact, he was a layman himself, and he had just operated it violently, and the effect was surprising.
good.
Andre looked at the shotgun carefully, wondering why such a powerful magic weapon could be so easy to operate.
At least it should be channeling demon fighting energy, making a sacrifice or something, in order to successfully activate the weapon.
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"My subordinate understands!"
As he said that, Andre rode Mohu and flew towards the small woods.
Vlad sat on the black tiger, holding the reins tightly and looking at his back in the distance.
"It must succeed!" Vlad thought silently in his heart.
There is no time to be sad, and there is no time to be heroic.
The pain and numbness all over my body kept coming. As a pampered prince, the workload tonight was more than the previous half month.
"Damn body!",
Vlad cursed secretly.
He felt like his buttocks that had endured the bumps were about to fall apart. More importantly, the sweat seeped into the wound on his back, leaving a slight soreness and a slight pain that hit his nerves arbitrarily.
Vlad wanted to turn over and dismount, but the bone-chilling pain from his knees made him gasp.
Why didn't you feel any pain just now?
As soon as Andre left, all his problems began to appear!
Unable to do so, Vlad had to slowly get off Mo Hu, regardless of whether the ground was clean or not, and sat down on the gravel-covered road.
Vlad almost screamed. He felt the sharp gravel digging straight into his buttocks. The pain made him hoarse and grin. It was better to ride on Mo Hu. Although it was bumpy, at least the saddle was smooth.
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Seeing Vlad hoarse in pain, Mo Hu grinned, stretched out his tongue and licked Vlad's face. In an instant, Vlad felt a fishy smell coming to his nose. Good guy, it's been a long time since I brushed my teeth.
?
Seeing Mo Hu trying to lick his face, Vlad pushed him away unceremoniously.
"Go away and obey!"
Mo Hu tilted his head and looked at Vlad with amber eyes, a look of confusion on his face.
Vlad waved his hand to signal Mo Hu to go away. Mo Hu's face was full of disappointment, and he walked towards the roadside in despair.
Vlad didn't care about Mo Hu's loss. He endured the pain and slowly took off his right boot, almost tearing up from the pain.
After touching his knee, which was covered in bruises and swollen by a full circle, Vlad knew that the knee might be misaligned, and of course the problem might be bigger.