The wizard starts by trimming the donkey's hooves

Chapter 109 The unspeakable complaints

Although Molter is seriously injured now, the small town sheriff just now surprised him by possessing a rare pyroxene weapon, which makes it difficult for his wounds to heal. But if he wants to kill these ordinary people in front of him, that is Things that count by the second.

In the eyes of all the night watchmen, they saw the man in black robe in front of them covering his lower abdomen with one hand, and the other hand began to glow with black flames, and then he quickly attacked them in a flash.

"Shoot arrows!!"

Suddenly, a dense rain of arrows shot at Black Flame Monk Molt.

He quickly swayed from side to side and continued to rush forward. Although he was injured, he still easily dodged the rain of arrows. No one of the more than ten night watchmen's arrows hit!
  "Whoosh!"

Black Flame Monk Molt is close at hand!
  Although Molt was not tall, mentally, the night watchmen felt that the opponent's momentum was like the black clouds covering the sky before a heavy rain, rushing toward them.

Many people looked frightened and were stunned on the spot for a moment, even forgetting to pull out the long sword beside them!
  This made Molt's eyes move slightly, showing a hint of disdain. Sure enough, ordinary people are ordinary people.

From the moment Molt appeared until the opponent dodged the rain of arrows and attacked them, Renn's eyes were fixed on the opponent, highly concentrated, and he never looked away for a moment.

Are you injured?

Ren murmured in his heart.

If that's the case, it doesn't mean we can't fight!

The 'power burst' that lasted about a minute had only taken three seconds.

It's just that although the opponent was injured and his speed was greatly affected, his combat awareness was still top-notch, which was evident from the fact that he avoided the rain of arrows.

You must take it by surprise and hit the opponent hard with one blow. In this case, the opponent will be injured more and more, and the overall situation will be decided!
  Molt's pupils reflected the surrounding evening scenery and the figures of the night watchmen in front of him. The faces of all the people on the other side showed expressions of horror, fear, disbelief, etc.!
  Do not!
  There is one exception!

A young man wearing plate armor.

But soon, Molte put it down to being frightened, or being too late to react.

Molt had an impression of him, because this young man was the only one wearing plate armor, and those who came at the same time as the Sheriff of Goldsmith Town should be the Sheriff's trusted subordinates.

In this case, let me send you back to the embrace of the goddess first!

If you want to blame, blame your boss! Morte said heartily.

As a result, Molt's black figure adjusted its direction slightly and quickly approached Renn. The black flame in his hand also began to bloom, releasing a penetrating black flame!

But the next moment, Molt instinctively sensed something was wrong, because as the distance got closer, he could already see the opponent's eyes through the gap in the opponent's plate armor.

The other party's eyes had rare black pupils, but there was no fear or fear in them, instead they were unusually calm!
  It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without a single ripple.

But at this time, Molt's right hand had been raised, and the black flame in his hand had begun to expand, and the whole person rushed forward quickly. Although he was a little surprised, it would not make him change his mind and give up the attack.

But suddenly, Molt's pupils shrank, as if he saw something terrible!
  I saw Ren's body suddenly swelled and enlarged, and his stature suddenly changed from a short one to a burly man of nearly two meters. The knight's plate armor on his body, which was originally slightly wide, also looked extremely 'petite' at this moment.

The most prominent thing is Ren's bulging neck, as if the front of a steam train is hidden in his chest at this moment, and his neck is the whistle, and a huge stream of heat is about to spurt out!

"not good!"

Molt's expression changed immediately and he wanted to get away and fly away!

But both the abdominal injury and the body's inertia make this impossible.

In addition, this kind of large-scale sonic attack is the most unsolvable, unless your speed exceeds the speed of sound!
  But obviously, even if Molt's body is intact, he is still far from the speed of sound.

Therefore, you can't dodge, you can only resist!
  "drink!!!"

moment! A loud noise exploded in Molt's ears. Under the impact of the sound waves, his entire face was repeatedly stretched, trembled and deformed, his eardrums were ruptured, and his head was buzzing.

But what made him horrified was the ray of light coming towards him.

retreat!

hurry up! Hurry up!

Molt is worthy of being a black flame monk with the physical fitness of a formal knight. Even when he is seriously injured and hit by Ren's level 2 roaring blow, he can still react in time.

But Molt felt that his body was light, as if a certain part was missing, and then, narrowly and narrowly, he avoided the light!
  "Snapped!"

An arm still lingering in black flames fell to the ground.

It was the right hand that Molt raised just now, the right hand that was about to attack!

But what frightened Molt even more was the severe, familiar burning pain that came from the broken part of his arm.

He had just felt this stinging pain in his lower abdomen.

"Pyroxene weapon!!"

"How can a horse-riding person have a pyroxene weapon?!" "Could the other party be the Sheriff's prostitute?"

"Otherwise, how could there be pyroxene weapons?"

"But the knight's pedophile strength is also so strong? This doesn't make sense!!"

Molt broke his head and couldn't figure out why the opponent actually had an extremely rare pyroxene weapon, as if it was specially prepared for him.

Could it be that all of this was a trap that had been planned for a long time and was aimed at him? ?
  Ren on the opposite side did not pursue, but quickly jumped off the horse, because the horse had been paralyzed to the ground by the huge sonic attack from his roar just now.

At this time, Molt also came to his senses, and the above reasons were no longer important.

He only has one thought now.

That is to run away quickly!
  What tasks, what 'materials', what controlling the black flames are all less important than one's own life!

In an instant, Ren moved!
  Although the opponent was seriously injured with one move, the opponent's black flame always made him extremely afraid. Therefore, he had just been watching the face of the black flame monk. When the opponent showed obvious cowardice and avoided his eyes, Ren knew that the opponent had lost his fighting spirit. .

The opportunity came naturally!
  Abdominal trauma will inevitably affect the running of the lower limbs, and missing the right arm will affect the coordination and balance of the whole body.

This allowed Ren to quickly catch up with the black flame monk Molt who fled in a hurry.

Just when Molt was trying to hold on and planned to hit Renne with a black flame fireball.

"Swish!"

An arm filled with black flames flew up in the air again, and Molt stumbled suddenly and fell to the ground.

There was a long and narrow scar on his back that ran diagonally from the right shoulder blade to the left waist and ran through the entire back. The wound also made bursts of "sizzling" sounds.

Ren didn't stop, and the shimmering giant sword in his hand became brighter and brighter, gradually emitting a faint white light.

Molt struggled to get up again and wanted to continue running forward, but the next second, a light flashed through.

His head grunted and then rolled down from his body. The dazzling blood shot out like a fountain from the top of the opponent's body that was still twitching!
  Real scene of human body fountain!

At this time, Ren slightly shook the shimmering giant sword in his hand, looked at the head that had stopped rolling, stared at the unbelievable frightened face and bulging eyes, and said softly:

"Sorry, I dare not hold back, because your black flame is too dangerous."

Obviously, the other party heard what Ren said!
  Because Renn saw the other party's chapped lips, he closed them slightly a few times, but only his head was left, and he obviously couldn't make any sound.

It's a pity. I don't know what the other party is going to say, but there is a high probability that it will be some curse words. It's okay if you don't listen. Renxin said.

But in fact, Molt just wanted to say at this moment, "Murd, don't you dare to hold back? You have already cut off both of my arms. Use your brain to think about it! How can I attack you with black flames?"

"Don't you know how important it is to capture me alive? What a fool!"

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Molte's full of complaints eventually faded into nothingness as his consciousness gradually disappeared.

The night watchmen on the side were all covering their ears at this time, and the ears of the night watchmen closest to Ren were even oozing with traces of blood.

There was nothing Ren could do about this. The Roaring Strike was a range attack, so Sound Wave was naturally unable to proactively identify friend and foe, bypassing friendly forces and only attacking the enemy. Therefore, accidental damage was unavoidable.

But none of the night watchmen, including Matteo, had the idea of ​​​​blaming Ren. At this moment, they had never felt so safe in their hearts!
  That's right, the night watchman who is responsible for guarding the safety of people at night feels full of security in his heart at this moment.

This is a sense of security that comes from the strong strength of your companions!

Just now, they all thought they might have to sacrifice their lives for the empire this time.

Unexpectedly, even though they had repeatedly raised their expectations for Renne's strength through the two battles just now, they did not expect to be refreshed again!
  Because Renne once again exploded with amazing strength and achieved a shocking reversal!

Just as all the night watchmen were dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene in front of them, a familiar figure rushed towards them on the road not far away.

It was their boss, Sheriff Hamilton of Goldsmith Town.

I saw that the knight's armor on his body was full of holes, and he was holding a broken steel shield that was only half left. The arm holding the shield was dripping with blood. The only thing that could be seen was the knight's long sword held in his right hand, which was blackened. The man in the robe was beaten extremely miserable.

This made everyone couldn't help but turn their attention from Hamilton again to the black-robed man who was beheaded and the intact Ren standing aside.

this.
  There are many question marks in their minds!

When Hamilton looked at the scene in front of him, he was no less shocked than all the night watchmen.

I saw his footsteps slowly slowing down. When he approached the scene, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time. His eyes only moved back and forth between Ren and the headless black-robed corpse on the ground.

(End of this chapter)