Chapter 390 Fighting Ⅰ

When the sun rose to the highest point, the Grand Duke Swordsman and the guards of Emerald Castle left the 'Seagull Inn', carrying some things wrapped in sacks.

Under the cover of the sack, the onlookers could not determine what was in the sack.

However, one thing is certain

That is, the quantity in this sack is definitely quite a lot.

Just look at the amount that filled two cars.

The onlookers were still speculating about the items contained in the sack, but with the departure of the Grand Duke Swordsman, the eager atmosphere has dropped a lot.

Many people left immediately.

Those who stayed left after discussing a few words and found that they couldn't attract more people.

However, some stealthy people are different.

They have been closely following the Grand Duke's team of sword masters until they are about to leave Nangang City.

"Take these to the cemetery!"

The Grand Duke Swordsman gave orders.

"Yes, sir!"

Immediately, a guard of the Emerald Castle walked out of the team, and drove the carriage towards the cemetery alone; while the rest of the people did not stay long, and continued to march towards the Emerald Castle.

Looking at the separate advancing teams, the people following behind, without the slightest hesitation, followed straight to the direction of the large cemetery.

Judging by their determined appearance, it is obvious that they have been prepared for a long time.

The carriage ahead was moving forward at a moderate pace.

The stalkers followed each other in a more leisurely manner.

For this 'd', they didn't take it to heart at all.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Grand Duke's swordsman's team didn't go far, they would have started already.

but. later. They won't mind either.

especially. When the other party's destination is a large cemetery, a place that is very suitable for burying corpses.

Roll, roll...

The flat ground began to turn into a gravel path, the carriage shook a bit, and the wheels passed by, leaving behind a clear sound.

Plus the conspicuous man sitting in the carriage.

With an almost mocking attitude, the stalkers pondered for a while how to deal with the guy in front of them.

To know. Last night, two of them completely lost the news. In addition, the Kimpton they spent during the previous investigation was definitely not an insignificant figure.

Especially the latter made the stalkers feel pain.

After all, this is Nangang, the territory of the strong gold man. Although they still have a certain living space, it is definitely not that big.

It is completely in the attitude of a 'sewage creature'. survived in Southport.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is difficult to survive

Recruitment and training of personnel, accumulation of activity funds. It's all a headache for them.

And just last night, they suffered huge losses in both aspects!

It is unforgivable!

Ask what you want from the other party's mouth, and then, after torturing this guy severely, end the other party!

The stalkers have already made that decision.

Therefore, after the people driving in front entered the middle and back sections of the large cemetery, they started to act

A group of figures quickly surrounded the target.

However, this goal was much stronger than expected, and he immediately spotted the stalkers surrounding him; then, he left the carriage and ran towards the cemetery beside him.

However, these stalkers were also very strong, even if the other party ran a step ahead, it only took a few breaths to surround him in a cemetery.

"Hmph, do you think you can run away?"

A stalker couldn't help but snorted coldly as he looked at the target person who was surrounded by heavy siege.

The rest of the trackers began to tighten the encirclement.

The surrounded target retreated in a panic, and the next moment, his back touched the tomb behind him.

However, just when the followers thought that the target person had nowhere to escape, the other party pushed open the door of the tomb and got into the tomb.

"Stubborn resistance!"

One of the stalkers sneered disdainfully, then waved his hand.

Immediately, except for the three people who were juxtaposed with him, the remaining dozen or so people began to act

Whoosh!

Just as the door of the tomb was pushed open, an arrow shot out, but it was easily dodged by the well-prepared followers.

The same is true for the next two arrows.

Then, it became a flying knife.

Compared with the dangerous arrows, the throwing knife is undoubtedly much worse.

Not only did he not have much strength, but even his accuracy was quite poor.

Therefore, the stalkers despise their targets more and more, 'playing' with each other like a cat catching a mouse.

After the sixth throwing knife was shot, the stalkers pushed open the door of the tomb again, but this time, they were not attacked.

Immediately, a playful smile appeared on the faces of these stalkers.

However, the next moment, such a joking smile froze.

The tomb is not big, and you can see the side at a glance under the sunlight at noon.

And in this small tomb, there is no one, not even a skeleton, there is only a pit next to the coffin.

Looking at the deep pothole, the faces of the stalkers changed, and one of them even reported to the leader outside.

"My lord, there is a secret passage in the tomb!"

The follower said truthfully.

"Secret way? That'd''s follower? Chase me!"

One of the leaders said gloomyly.

After finishing speaking, the other party took the lead and led the remaining three leaders to the secret room at a fast pace.

The clear tomb obviously does not require too much investigation.

One of the leaders glanced at it, and then ordered directly: "Go down, one person, follow it for me to see where it leads!"

A dozen stalkers looked at each other in blank dismay, but did not act immediately.

The stalkers are very clear, once they go down. There will inevitably be a counterattack, and since the opponent has already dug a secret path. Obviously well prepared. Coupled with the narrowness of the secret passage, it is quite unfavorable for them.

In the face of real danger, no one wants to be this early bird.

And such a situation made the leader's face darken.

"Didn't you hear what I said again? I said a..."

"No, no, not one person, but all of you!"

Just when the leader hadn't finished speaking, there was a sound.

at the same time. The tomb door, which was originally opened, also closed with a bang.

Suddenly, the entire tomb was plunged into darkness.

"what happened?!"

The stalkers subconsciously let out an exclamation, but this exclamation was interrupted by a scream

what!

A high-pitched scream sounded suddenly, but it came in astonishment the next moment.

These people walking in the shadows all conjured up such a picture in their minds: a person hiding in the shadows, swift as a leopard, quietly jumped behind the target. Put the dagger in your hand in front of the opponent's neck and pull it back, at the same time. The other hand covered the target's mouth when the target let out a dying cry.

The other party could obviously cover the target's mouth a moment in advance and solve everything by killing silently, but they chose this method of 'making noise'.

provocative!

Those present, who were also stalkers walking in the shadows, immediately understood what the other party meant.

"Stick to the wall, spread out!"

One of the leaders shouted like this, and kept moving his position while shouting.

And the stalkers around them acted in the same way.

but

what! what!

The screams sounded one after another.

Obviously, such a method has no effect at all.

Their opponent seems to be an evil spirit, not only elusive, but also constantly harvesting fresh life.

And this should be what they are good at!

Pooh!

The sound of the metal blade cutting his throat rang in the ears of the leader of the stalker, and he could even feel the moist feeling of his subordinate's scorching blood spraying on his neck.

However, when he waved his sword, it was just the corpse of his subordinate, without the slightest shadow of him.

call!

A strong wind flashed in front of him.

The leader slashed another sword in front of him.

However, this sword was cut in the air.

Afterwards, the continuous play of this kind finally made the leader of the stalker lose his due calmness, and he shouted loudly: "Light the torch!"

Although doing so will give the other party a target, but judging from the current situation, it doesn't matter whether it is a target or not. The other party is really free to come and go in the dark, while they are trapped in it.

Only light can allow them to regain their advantage.

However, the shout sounded, but there was no answer at all.

Could it be...

A bad premonition appeared in the leader's heart, and he subconsciously shouted again: "Light up..."

call!

The word 'torch' did not come out, and a flame appeared in the tomb, dispelling the condensed darkness.

Facing the sudden light, the leader narrowed his eyes slightly, and swung the long sword in his hand with wind, enveloping himself in it.

Obviously, he was worried about being attacked.

However, when his eyesight really returned to normal, the leader who swung his long sword to protect his whole body couldn't help being stunned.

In front of him stood a young man holding a torch, and under the young man's feet was a pile of corpses, and apart from him and the other party, there was no one standing there.

"You, are you D?"

A thought suddenly rose in his heart, and the leader asked tremblingly.

"Well, Dean Ken Zelgon!"

Dean nodded slightly, still holding the torch in his left hand, and waved the [Sharp Thorn of the Wind] held in his right hand.

Immediately, a cold light flashed across the tomb chamber illuminated by the flames.

The leader on the other side glanced at it, and he only raised half of the long sword before falling to the ground unwillingly.

【+100】

On the opponent's body, a light ball representing the xp value floated up and merged into Dean's body.

The first update of ps~(to be continued...)

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