Assassin’s Chronicle

Chapter 263

A team of mourners is passing by on the side of the road. At the forefront of the team, a man of about 30 years old is wearing a white robe. The robes are also wearing the medal of the Viscount, and the face is graceful. Behind him was followed by a group of farmers dressed up, four of them carrying a coffin, and the coffin actually faintly heard a cry.

Silanberger slowly walked down the carriage and frowned at the team that was buried. The nobleman on the winding road also saw the Slangeberg fever. The education given by him was enough to make him understand what the priest's robe worn by the Slangeberg was. The nobleman couldn't help but the farmers behind him stopped. Down, whispering a low voice.

"Excuse me, who is in the coffin?" asked Shilanbei.

"Adult, it is my son." The nobleman replied with respect and respect.

"Then you guys want to..."

"Adult, my son has been infected with the disease. The doctor in the town said that there is no way to treat it. I can live for a few more days. I can't bear to see the child suffer from the pain, so... I think... ”

"Noisy!" Shilanbei hot face turned cold: "Open the coffin, let me see."

"Understood." The nobleman showed a look of surprise and joy. He turned and said: "What are you doing? Just put the coffin down and open the coffin, hurry up!"

"This old **** stick is spreading the glory of the bright god." Buzureano smiled: "Let's go on."

Anfei and others have different expressions. In fact, in order to expand the influence and recruit more believers, every religion is claiming that it can relieve the pain of people. The same thing is not done by the goddess of nature. Strictly speaking He is also a **** stick, but he has not hanged the goddess all the time.

quickly. The coffin was opened, and the crying paused, and then it became very loud, as if crying to protest the abandonment of the abandonment. Shilanbei hot walked slowly, and there was a child lying in the coffin. The whole body was wrapped in black linen, only a small face was revealed, and his face was blue and white. And the cheeks are so thin that the face is covered with wrinkles.

"How old is this child?"

"One year old."

"You are really worried." Slanbeier gave a cold smile.

"Adult, I really can't help, I only have this one son..." The aristocrat's face was bitter and sly.

Shilanbei bent down and gently lifted the child out, showing a kind smile on his face. A hundred beautiful words are not as good as a real thing. This reason is not clear, and the doctrine contains more explicit provisions. The priests who walk around the four will do their part in this kind of thing.

An Fei jumped out of the carriage behind Buzurea, first scanning the circle four times, then his eyes turned to Slanbeige. Suddenly, a little yellow thing caught the attention of Affy, and after his integration with the heart of nature, his vision became very sharp. Even if he didn't trigger the mysterious feeling, he could see the things far away. At this moment, he clearly saw that the child had a layer of shackles on his heel, and he was old!

Between the mind and the electric turn, Anfei’s figure has already rushed forward, angered and said: “Be careful!” The voice did not fall, the air element converges in the palm of the hand at a very fast speed, and then Anfei struggles to the ground. The element gun is projected out.

Although Sri Lankan is a bright priest who is not good at melee. However, his reaction speed was almost at its peak. He heard the sound of Anfei’s warning. Slangebe’s arms did not hesitate to throw the arms out of the middle of the child, but at the same time, the child’s face showed an adult. The smug smile that can be possessed, a little cold light opened the black linen, and stabbed the heart of the Slangeberg.

The blood flower splash, the Slanbei fever has been hit. He squatted back. And the weird child actually suspended in the air, trying to chase the Slanbeige. The elemental gun that cut through the sky and screamed for Schlumberger got a little time, and this time was enough. A layer of light shield appeared in the air, and the front of him was still in front of him. There was a dense vine plant, some of the vines swayed to the child, and the other part entangled to form a green protective net, which was the magic released by Buzurea.

"How could this be? You... you are not my son! You are..." The nobleman suddenly jumped up.

The child's body shape wraps around the vines and entangles the vines. From the aristocratic side, the cold light in the hands, the aristocratic head has risen to the sky.

The farmers who were buried in the fun were all stupid, but they knew everything was limited. The child was too lazy to start with them. The figure floating in the air shook, and quickly slammed into the upper air, once again avoiding the entanglement of vine plants. Escape to the distance. But his figure has just started, and another sharp wind spurred, the child turned and waved the dagger in his hand, just to cover the arrow that the lightning usually hit, but the wind blade on the arrow passed through the past. Shot on the child's body, the light blue light flashed, and a layer of earthy things disintegrated the attack of the wind blade.

The child suffered from a loss in size and limited quality. Although the wind blade did not cause harm, it caused his body to roll involuntarily in the air. When he re-stabilized his body shape, he saw Anfei and a dozen meters away. An Fei’s long bow has been pulled again.

"Leave it." An Fei said indifferently.

The child’s figure is fragile. At this time, whoever moves first will occupy the disadvantage. An Fei will shoot first. The child may avoid the arrow and then escape. The child moves first, and the chasing arrow may cause him. Reinvented, the magic shield was destroyed in the attack just now, and he has no hesitation.

At this moment, Susanna, who was wrapped in the vindictiveness, forced her from the side, and Buzureano stood coldly behind Anfei. He disdained the siege, so he only released one magic from beginning to end. The child's eyes flashed through the fascinating sharpness, and a wave that was hard to detect by the naked eye swept to Anfei. Anfei did not move, and the arrow on the string still pointed firmly to the child's chest. This level of mental attack could not have any effect on him.

The child’s eyes showed painful color, his body swayed, and he couldn’t help himself to the ground. The pain of mental reversal made him temporarily lose his ability to control himself. At this moment, Susanna’s sword made an arc in the air. The shape of the trajectory, straight to the child's shoulder, An Fei also released his hand, the arrow spurt out.

The child made an unwilling scream, but unfortunately this sound could not be used as a weapon to hurt the opponent. Susanna’s long sword had been pierced from the child’s left shoulder. The tyrannical force made the sword run through the other’s body and from the right. The shoulders were worn out, and the arrows of Affy also hit the child's chest, creating a big hole in the left chest.

"Let's go, go back along the way, and go right away!" An Fei took the longbow into the space ring and turned and shouted.

"Wait... take his weapon." Slanberg said in a low, depressed voice, and then added: "Be careful."

An Fei sneaked, then stepped forward and took the sword from Susanna, slashed the sword, cut the child's arm, and pointed the sword at the point, piercing the child's right hand. Since Slangeberg said that he should be careful, it must not be careless, and this cruel thing makes Susanna not suitable.

The four accompanying druids have already rushed up, and they have supported the Slangbee fever. Unfortunately, Slangeberg did not appreciate it. He pushed away the druids and stood there barely as a peak. The strong, he has his own pride, even if he is injured, he is not willing to rely on the help of others. The priest's robes that were broken open on the chest revealed a gap, and they could vaguely see the well-maintained muscles of Scranberger. The strange thing is that the muscles in the wound are constantly changing colors, sometimes black, sometimes It became pale again.

An Fei walked over with a long sword. Silanberger silently took off the dagger on the body of the corpse. The expression on his face was complicated: "It is Anna Sita, this is her revenge."

"It's the cursed tooth!?" Buzureano also recognized the dagger.

"I blame me too much." Slanbei said with a wry smile: "I only think of the Necromancer, but I forgot the assassins who are willing to work with the devil."

"Adults, time is running out, we should go back immediately!" An Fei whispered, if you fight with the Necromancer, Slanbeige is definitely the main force in the main force. In the country of mercenaries, Anfei has seen countless counts. The zombies turned into ashes under the magical cover of Scranberry, and now the Scranberry was injured and the prospects were worrisome. Anfei didn't want to take risks.

"No." Sri Lankan shook his head. "You don't know Annasita. We can't go back now, we can only move forward."

"Forward?" An Fei's eyes turned to Buzureano.

"The old **** stick is right," said Buzureano faintly.

"How? Affin, are you afraid?" Slangeberg smiled: "Do not worry, such a curse can't affect me."

An Fei sighed a sigh of relief. He could see that the wound in the chest of the Slangebe hot was about seven or eight centimeters long. The wound was not deep but not shallow, but the Shilanbeige should have some light. The magic of the system, the blood flow is very slow. In any case, this kind of injury is not too light, but Slybek is not concerned about the injury, but the curse, can imagine how powerful the curse is.

In fact, there are countless people who have the talent to become the peak power in this world, but most people fall on the road of the strong for various reasons or mistakes, and survive on the top of the pyramid. People are elites in the elite. The hardships and dangers they have experienced are unimaginable. The negative factors such as deception, trapping, and victimization will not affect their status, but will inspire a warlike like Changhong. At this moment, Slangeberg and Buzureano show the pride that a real strong can have.