Emmanuel Joe is the leader of the Dragon Claw neighborhood outside Dragon Tooth City. He once served as a guard for a large family, a caravan bodyguard, and a mercenary leader. His path is very similar to that of Roll, the chief knight of the Galloping Horse family. He wandered around during his years, and settled down when he reached the intermediate level of knight in middle age.
Recently, Emmanuel heard that several mercenary organizations in the city were colluding with each other and preparing to kidnap a rising noble, a senior knight, and a court earl. Such a goal was not easy, but the employer was also willing to pay a large price.
However, coincidentally, at night, his uncle Sleepy Old Qiao sent the count over, and he came alone. He was worried about letting Lant go back alone, so he offered to see him off.
Halfway from the mercenary station to Longtai Mountain, there was an uninhabited wasteland. This was the first time that Emmanuel felt that the nearby ruins and the distant forest were so terrifying. When he just saw the wasteland, his hands moved. He unconsciously placed it on the hilt of the sword.
"I think it's almost done, otherwise let's take action." Just when Emmanuel was extremely nervous, Viscount Lant beside him said this.
"What?" The intermediate knight was also panicked, but there was already a rustling sound in the surrounding ruins, and dozens of figures appeared in the blink of an eye.
"Perth?" Emmanuel recognized the largest figure among the figures. He was a 4-meter-tall half-orc covered in gray fur. He was the most notorious killer in the area outside the city, reaching half the level of a senior knight. Werewolf Perth.
Soon Emmanuel discovered that among the dozens of people in front of him, there were at least two thieves and three orcs who were almost at the same level as Perth. No matter how powerful the nobles around you are, it will be difficult to deal with so many high-level knights.
"Sir," Emmanuel pulled out his sword and made a defensive posture towards the assassins. "I'm afraid there aren't many people I can help you with. Otherwise, you should seize the opportunity and leave."
However, at this time, Lant looked at him with a strange look, "Are you really a mercenary leader?"
"What are you waiting for? Tear both of them into pieces!" A strange voice came from the distance, and the assassins swarmed forward.
The half-werewolf Perth rushed over at the head of the dog, but before he got close to the ground, several thorns protruded from the ground, causing him to take two steps slower.
Another high-level thief crossed Perth and just landed on the ground when he heard a click. His left foot froze to the ground, and then a fireball came directly towards him. The thief didn't have time to dodge and caught the fireball with his face. Just as he fell to the ground, another fireball hit him. A ground thorn stabbed directly from under his neck.
The worst thing was that a half-tiger detoured from behind Lant and wanted to make a sneak attack. He was discovered by Emmanuel when he was less than five meters away. Just as he made a move, ground thorns appeared under his feet. After a few jumps, he He dodged but was directly knocked away by a huge black horse. When he rolled a few times and landed on the ground, he caught a fireball with his face, and then was directly decapitated by a wind blade.
Six high-level professionals faced a high-level knight, but two of them were defeated at the beginning. The remaining four watched as the noble in front of them mounted a black horse.
Lant, who was riding on the Fire, was almost surrounded by flames. A few of the men who had the courage to come up were directly split open by the flame wind blade before they could reach them.
"What are you waiting for!" Another voice came over, urging the remaining combat forces to take action against Lant.
"His mount is an intermediate-level monster, we can't deal with it!" Perth yelled.
"A bunch of rubbish" Suddenly the owner of the mysterious voice flew directly over, or made a super long jump and arrived less than 20 meters in front of Lant.
This was a magician wearing a black robe, and his face was covered by a wide-brimmed pointed hat, but from the magic, Lant felt that the whole person had a kind of pressure on him.
"Black Master, Uzloni!" Emmanuel recognized the magician in front of him. He was the king of the underground world outside the city. He could not imagine what kind of price someone would pay to invite this magician to take action in person.
"Oh, what a waste of money." Unexpectedly, the intermediate knight only said this when facing the magister.
"Hehe." Under the brim of Uzloni's hat, two red eyes emitted a frightening light, "The tone is not small. Let me tell you, I have even killed the Golden Knight. You can make me take action. Count it your misfortune.”
After saying that, Uzloni's mouth opened so huge that his lower jaw was directly detached from the upper jaw. At some point, a huge black mist was sprayed from his mouth. The black mist was constantly intertwined with poisonous gas and dark magic elements, and was shot towards Lant.
The poisonous fog was less than 10 meters away from Lant. Several wind blades came towards him. Then the wind blades were ignited. In an instant, the wind blades and the flames formed a flame whirlwind. The bursting flame elements dispersed the dark elements, and the remaining poisonous gas was Lit it, the flames followed the black mist and burned into Uzloni's stomach. Unfortunately, the black instructor only coughed twice and the flames went out.
Uzloni had just returned his lower jaw with his hand when a huge fireball rushed over. Just as the black mentor was about to shoot a shadow arrow composed of dark elements, the fireball exploded. The huge air wave lifted the mentor and several assassins directly. Only the mercenary behind Lant escaped.
The air wave did not blow Master Black too far, but after he extinguished the flames on his body, he discovered that Lant had killed two high-level assassins again and was now fighting another orc in Perth.
Obviously without the support of the magister, the two orcs could not last more than a few minutes in front of Lant. Uzloni could no longer hide it. He took out a magic scroll from the space ring. This scroll was to summon a space rift. It can directly elementalize everything nearby. This is Uzloni's last trump card. This level 9 scroll not only requires the caster's own magic power, but also needs to drive the magic power in the magic network.
As a black mentor, his magical characteristics are too obvious. If he is not careful, he will be discovered by the high-ranking people in Dragon Tooth City. Therefore, Uzloni always wants to hide at the end.
However, just when his teacher was hesitating, a fireball suddenly formed next to Lant and Liehuo. The black-scaled horse charged directly and knocked away the two orcs again. At the same time, the flaming wind blades above the fireball flew towards Uzloni. He couldn't concentrate on casting spells at all.
As a last resort, Uzloni simply took out another scroll, tore it open and chopped off his left hand with a dagger as a sacrifice for the scroll. His dry palm fell on the scroll, and the hexagram's magic circle glowed brightly. The palm of the hand is constantly twisted and stretched by the magic power, and the size of the entire palm gradually expands to be larger than the fire. The nails of the thumb, index finger, ring finger, and little finger continue to grow. The four fingers stand on the ground like four-fingered hooves, and the planting is like a long neck. Still holding his head high, the nail of his middle finger pointed at Lant, as if a beast from the abyss was looking at him.
(End of chapter)
