Someone once told Biertley that he would live a long life and it would be difficult for him to die.
Biltley deeply believed in this. People who could crawl out of the cannibalistic place in the West City slums generally had a hard time dying, because if they didn't have enough life-saving skills, they would have almost died in the slums.
No matter where he is or what height he is at, he always maintains a clear mind and ability to think, and then makes the choice that will benefit him the most.
He only has eternal interests in his eyes, so he never loses money.
Such people often live a long life.
However, when the knife was slowly pulled out from his back, Biltley realized that the old man had been talking to him all afternoon, and his purpose was still to defraud a gold coin from his pocket.
The short knife in his hand pierced the thigh of the man behind him. Biltley turned back and stared at the man with a stern expression. He had seen this face for several months and it was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar.
The short knife was almost completely buried in his thigh, but there was no expression of pain on his old-fashioned face, not even a frown, as if the leg didn't belong to him at all.
"A knight must have faith and a bottom line. If you don't have that, you don't deserve to be called a knight. People like you don't deserve to be called a knight." Louis pulled out the long knife in his hand, and at the same time reached out to lift the knife on his leg. He pulled out the short knife, looked at Biltley and said with a stern expression.
Biltley made a whooshing sound from his mouth, fell to his knees, looked at Louis, and still didn't understand why he could appear behind him silently and kill him like this.
"How should I put it? I was also a man who was once called a lone wolf. If you die in my hands, you have completely exceeded your price." Louis curled his lips, turned around with a long knife and walked quickly towards the direction where Mag and the others were fighting. go.
Biltley's eyes suddenly widened, he held in a breath, tilted his head, and completely lost his breath.
At the same time, Mag flicked his wrist, and the tip of the sword drew a circle. A faint light lit up on the tip of the sword, and then touched the magic shield of the fire magician like a dragonfly touching water.
Like water dripping into a pan, the light golden magic shield boiled instantly, and a hole suddenly melted where the tip of the sword was pointed. The long sword penetrated the magic that was enough to block a fifth-level attack under the magician's incredible gaze. The mask, as if it had just penetrated a thin piece of paper, pierced the neck of the magician who was still holding the magic wand.
Blood burst out, but Mag's figure did not stagnate at all. With the same ease, he pierced the second magic shield and pierced the sword into the magician's heart.
What Mag Alex is best at, besides slaying dragons, is slaying magicians. Whether they are various dark magicians, or various magicians who are hostile to the empire and ordinary people, all those who died under his sword Not a few.
Magicians have strong confidence in high-level magic shields. They always feel that as long as the level is enough, melee opponents of similar levels are not enough to break the magic shield.
However, McGonagall is a special case.
He once had the opportunity to join the Mage Tower, and he might become the focus of attention, because he first came to Luodu because his magic talent was discovered, and then he was brought to Luodu. There are several Mage Towers. The elders competed to accept him as a disciple, but in the end he refused.
He just wants to be a knight, but becoming a magician obviously cannot lead a free and unrestrained life such as riding a horse and carrying a sword.
To become a knight, you have to face various opponents. Especially after becoming a soldier guarding the border of the empire, you have to face various dangers of death.
Among them, magicians who carry various magic protective shields with them are a bit difficult to deal with. If it is a magician of the same level, and the opponent has a magic shield stronger than the current one, the battle will become different. Very troublesome.
Therefore, Mag added a little magic to his sword technique. After countless experiments, he was able to easily break through most of the magic shields.
Not many people know about this, because most of those who know are dead.
The long sword was pulled out from the heart of the second magician, and Mag was completely surrounded. Four swords came towards him almost at the same time, and they stabbed him from different directions and angles in tacit cooperation, sealing him. All directions he can dodge.
With a flick of the long sword, the long sword that was meant to stab him in the heart was pushed back. As it slid down, it cut off one of his fingers. The long sword was raised diagonally upwards, cutting off that finger. He slashed the long sword down in anger, and then his body suddenly fell backwards. Three small arrows grazed his face. The wind brought by it almost made people feel pain on his skin. He took advantage of the situation and sent the long sword into the last one. The belly of the fat man in black holding a short knife.
In just one moment, Mag avoided four fatal attacks and seriously injured one of them.
However, the danger was not over. A dagger stabbed at his lower back. Although he turned to avoid it, his clothes were still torn in pieces.
Two small flying knives flew past his ears, cutting off several hair strands. If he had tilted his head a little slower, the flying knives would have been nailed to the center of his eyebrows.
The guy who was stabbed through the lower abdomen endured the pain, but also had no intention of giving up. He still waved the short knife in his hand and rushed towards Mag.
The long sword danced in the darkness, and there was a trace of sweat on Mag's forehead. His body had just recovered to level three. He killed four people in a very short period of time and almost completely exhausted the spiritual power in his body. , every step now is like dancing on a tightrope, full of dangers, if you are not careful, the person who falls today will most likely be him.
"You always like to do this kind of bullying of the few, which is disgusting, but this time, I am not too late." Louis appeared behind the fat man at some point and said coldly, with a long knife in his hand. It had already been stabbed through his lower back, connected with the wound on his lower abdomen, and stabbed through.
The remaining three people were slightly shocked. Although they had seen Mag walking with a cripple before, their attention was all on Mag, so they didn't pay much attention to it. They just didn't expect him to suddenly jump out now. And Qi killed one of them.
At the moment when the three of them were distracted, Mag slapped a big tree on the side with his palm, walked around behind the tree and escaped from the encirclement of the three. He turned around and charged towards the last fourth-level knight with his sword raised.
"Ding ding ding..."
There was a crisp sound of swords. The two swords clashed countless times in a short period of time, and Louis also fought with another person.
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"Qiao Xiu asked you to come, right?" Ten minutes later, Mag placed the tip of his sword on the neck of the fourth-level knight and asked coldly.
