Wilson took action to kill only in an instant, without warning, and this move caught everyone's expectations.
At first, it looked like they were still negotiating, but they didn't expect that the next second they would see blood, and the scene would be in chaos with screams, cries, and angry curses.
Templeton didn't hesitate this time. He turned around, drew his gun, and stabbed Wilson with red eyes. The spear glowed with dazzling white light under the infusion of energy, aiming at the enemy's chest and abdomen.
At this time, his heart was full of regret and anger. He blamed himself for being indecisive, having too many scruples, and neglecting to take precautions, which led to the death of his brothers. He also hated Wilson for being so rampant and cruel and dared to act so wantonly.
As mid-level senior injection masters of the gold system, although there is a big gap between Temple and Wilson, their strength should not be underestimated. At this moment, he took action in anger. Under the pull of energy, the aura around him stirred up with astonishing momentum.
When a group of knights saw their companions being killed innocently, they were filled with grief and anger. They shouted "kill" and then launched a charge behind the general.
Wilson had a contemptuous smile on his lips. Facing Templer's attack, he remained as steady as a mountain. When the spear was pierced, he turned sideways to avoid the spear point. At the same time, he stretched out his left index finger and flicked the gun shaft lightly.
Looking at the weak bullet, Templer felt a huge energy coming from the spear, which not only easily changed the direction of the thrust, but also made him almost unable to grasp the spear and let go.
Templeton is less than forty years old, but with his current strength, he is already considered very talented. Since awakening to elemental perception at the age of five, he has also begun weapons training. He has been immersed in spear skills for more than thirty years and has rich experience in fighting with others, but he has never encountered such a situation.
He didn't expect that his full-strength attack would be resolved so lightly by his opponent.
Is this the strength of a high-level injection master? !
Dempla remained calm in the face of danger, his momentum of forward movement continued unabated, his concentration speeded up, and he let out a low cry of "hua".
The originally strong and straight gun body softened instantly, not only removing most of Wilson's bullet force, but also whipping it towards the opponent's face like a soft whip with a windy sound.
"Sure enough, he has some skills. No wonder he is so reckless!" Wilson said with a sneer, grabbing the air with his right hand like lightning, and accurately pinched the head of the gun that was attacking him. At the same time, the concentration of the poison system in the palm surged, and went straight towards Templeton along the body of the gun.
Seeing a gray energy coming, which instantly broke through the protective white light on the gun, Templer decisively abandoned the gun.
He brought his left hand to his waist, and in his hand there was already an apple-sized golden ball with a chain on it. He shook his hand and threw it towards the opponent's chest.
"Is this the trump card?! Childish!" Wilson didn't care about Temple's attacks. He poked the golden ball with the tip of the gun in his hand. At the same time, he hooked the finger of his left hand and inserted the gun into the adjutant's chest. The recall of Ruyi Poison Silk backfired on Templeton.
Templeton had already noticed the poisonous thread coming, but did not dodge. He just tried his best to release the protective barrier and still focused most of his attention on the golden ball.
The opponent's reaction was somewhat beyond Wilson's expectations. Although the poisonous threads he stabbed back were very concealed, with Temple's ability, he should have been able to avoid them. Why did his opponent risk being fatally shot instead of dodging? Woolen cloth?
"Explode!" Templeton shouted, his eyes flashing. The golden ball exploded in response, and countless small golden needles popped out and shot toward Wilson's face.
He knew that there was a huge gap between him and his opponent. If he had not adopted this life-threatening fighting style, he would have had no chance at all. That's why he risked being killed by poisonous threads and seriously injured his opponent.
If these golden needles can hit, although they won't kill Wilson immediately, they can still create opportunities for the knights rushing behind him.
The dignity of soldiers cannot be desecrated! The Suriel people will not be slaughtered by others!
Templeton's resistance and determination made Wilson even more excited. Taming a dog that bites is more valuable, and the collapse of the will is more enjoyable than the surrender of the body, isn't it?
"You still made the wrong choice!" Wilson said, his fingers making complicated movements in an instant.
The Ruyi Poison Silk was indeed "as you wish". Under the control of its owner, it drew a wonderful curve and deviated from its original trajectory. It first penetrated the barrier, then passed under Temple's ribs, along the arm that threw the golden ball. , chasing after a canopy of golden needles.
After arriving at the golden needle, the poisonous silk drew a circle out of thin air. This circle seemed to produce a huge suction force, which immediately pulled the golden needle's castration, and brought up a thick gray energy, completely wrapping the golden needle.
"It seems that you still don't understand what I said, so I'll give you some more information!" Wilson said loudly with a cold look in his eyes. I saw the concentration surge all over his body, the halo flashed suddenly, and the gray energy exploded.
Golden needles mixed with gray light shot out in all directions!
"No!" Qiu Dun shouted wildly, his concentration instantly activated, and he built a low arc-shaped wall in front of him. He was extremely frightened when Wilson suddenly shot and killed the adjutant. However, he never expected that Wilson, as a high-level injection master, would launch such an indiscriminate large-scale attack.
You must know that the Master Alliance has a strict order that no Master shall bully the weak or attack non-Masters without any reason.
Previously, Wilson's action of killing the adjutant was already extremely excessive. If the two sides were in a confrontation at that time, although his behavior was despicable, there was still some room for excuse. But now, his attack is about to affect not only the people in Suriel's military, but also many ordinary people who are watching the excitement.
For these ordinary people, even if they were just scratched by these toxin-coated golden needles, they would die on the spot!
No matter what camp they are in, and no matter what the interests between them are, Wilson's heartless and crazy behavior is absolutely unacceptable to Churton.
Fortunately, Chowton was always on alert and was able to build an earthen wall at the moment Wilson broke out, blocking a large number of scattered golden needles.
Even so, after all, Qiu Dun took action in a hurry, and the difference in strength was too great, so the effectiveness of the injection technique was naturally greatly reduced.
The low wall collapsed instantly under the impact of the golden needle, and rocks flew everywhere.
The crowd of knights who came were the first to bear the brunt of the attack, and they fell off their horses. Four or five of them were unfortunately stabbed in the head and face by the ejected golden needles. After they fell to the ground, their faces turned gray, and they rolled and struggled, unable to get up again.
The knights are still protected by armor, but the people around them are ordinary people. How can they respond in a hurry?
Although they stood far away, there were still many people who couldn't escape and were beaten with stones and bleeding. More than a dozen people were scratched by gold needles and showed the same symptoms of poisoning.
Fortunately, the toxin Wilson added to the golden needle this time was not capable of sealing the throat upon seeing blood. Even so, if the poisoned person could not be detoxified in time, it would only be a matter of time before the poison became fatal.
For a time, the whole place was wailing, and the scene was tragic.
Qiu Dun was in a hurry to release the low wall and did not even have time to hold up his own protective barrier. At this time, he was hit in several places by scattered stones and nailed with two golden needles. Although he could barely stand, he could not stand. His hair was disheveled and he was extremely embarrassed.
Temple had just opened the protective barrier. Although it blocked all the flying stones, he was pierced by poisonous threads in his chest and ribs, and the poison he received was much more serious than the others. He held back the blood that was about to spurt out, concentrated his energy, and prepared to attack again.
Wilson looked around, laughed twice, and was quite satisfied with the situation he had created. He shook his hands and retracted the poisonous thread, and said slowly to Dempla: "General! In fact, in my eyes, your life and death are worthless. However, your determination to fight me regardless of the life and death of so many people is impressive. I’m impressed!”
"How despicable! You actually used this as a threat!" When Templer heard this, his momentum froze. "Yes! I can risk my life, but what about these injured and poisoned subordinates and ordinary people?"
At this time, he felt terribly depressed.
Now that I think about it, this fight with Wilson seemed to have been planned by the opponent from beginning to end. Restricted in every way, even if he wanted to give it a try, Templer desperately felt like a mouse being played with by a cat.
Seeing Templer's constantly changing face and extremely tangled expression, Wilson showed a sincere smile, but this smile paired with the terrible scars on his face made it look extremely hideous.
"What? You don't dare to take action? In this case, I will let you choose again. Now go and tie that woman over and give it to me. If you are obedient, I will consider sending you some antidote. This is the last Opportunity, you know the consequences of hesitation!" Wilson's voice was filled with cold teasing, piercing directly into Temple's heart.
"No! Dear Master Zhu! I surrender! Please give me this opportunity! This woman has passed out! She is about to die! I will dedicate her to you now, and I just ask you to let me go. ! I am just a tourist, and all of this, really, has nothing to do with me!" A crying voice shouted.
Putting on a vulgar and flattering smile, the fat man trotted over holding Silaire with tears on his face and beads of sweat.
At this time, in his mind, another 10,000 horses had just run past, and it was a mess.
Having been blocked by Templer's guards before, Fatty secretly told Xi Laer to prepare to escape, and also secretly winked at Old Quinn and Zhuzhu.
When Temple and Wilson had a conflict, the fat man got up and wanted to run away, but he didn't want to be held tightly by Silaire and unable to move. Before I could even ask why, the battle over there was already over!
Seeing the injured and poisoned people lying on the ground, the fat man was scared and angry at the same time. While he was glad that a group of knights acted as shields, he secretly cursed Templeton for being useless.
Chuton's reaction surprised the fat man. He didn't expect that this yellow-faced guy would be quite responsible at the critical moment, but the earth-breaking wall he created was really vulnerable.
"What are you doing? Why didn't you run away just now?!" The fat man hugged Silaire tightly and returned to his previous position to prevent her from getting up. He asked in a low voice.
"These people have been poisoned, please save them!" Silaire was hugged by the fat man until his face turned red, but his tone was very firm and he whispered.
After hearing this, Fatty felt his head buzzing. He knew that he was in trouble. The rescue of Silaire just now was a complete mistake. He still doesn't understand what happened. Isn't it just a dream to ask him to save these people again?
"Hey! You're so good! Why are you meddling in other people's business? Do you know that we can't protect ourselves now? I don't believe that 'Dead Man Ash' dares to kill all these people! If he can't be found when we run away, he will definitely have to pay for it. The antidote for these people! Besides, I, I can't save so many people!" The fat man said angrily.
Silaire's eyes suddenly gained a hint of darkness, and she said softly: "These people's injuries are also caused by me. If I die, that's fine. But if I run away, Wilson may really be angry with everyone here. People. I think these people are not poisonous, so I can cure them."
As Siler spoke, he quietly took out a fragrant medicine box from his small backpack, and took out a purple-red fruit from the plant that had been refusing to leave his hand.
She continued to say to the fat man: "This plant is called 'Hydophora'. The fruit is a sacred medicine for detoxification. Once it encounters toxins, it will dissolve them. However, its energy is too great. If it is not neutralized, it will Eat away the things attached to the toxins. What is in my small box is the medicine for neutralization. I will take action to entangle Wilson in a moment. You should quickly give the medicine and the method of use to the knights and let them Help save people. Then run away with Father Quinn and Zhuzhu. Remember what I said about the dark room!"
Seeing that Xi Laer wanted to take care of him again, Fatty felt uncomfortable and couldn't blame her anymore. I just thought, "No wonder this woman keeps holding the potted flower and refuses to let go. It turns out it has this wonderful effect. But just now I saw her reckless and unreliable posture. If she confronts the 'Dead Ash' again, it will be really... It’s hard to stand a chance of winning!”
Seeing the unconcealable anxiety in the fat man's brows, Silaire felt warm in his heart and said softly: "I have a mortal feud with Wilson, and we must put an end to it today. If I can survive today, no matter what I will definitely look for you wherever you are, ah, it’s you!”
Looking at Xi Laer's firm and pleading eyes, the fat man sighed in his heart. He didn't have time to think about the difference between the words "you" and "you". He only knew that he was indeed in big trouble!
What a huge trouble!
"This is the sworn hatred between high-level injection masters! How come I, a fat man who is not even an injection master, got involved in this? Is it enough for me to have such a little flesh on my body? How can I So how miserable is life?" Fatty thought in infinite depression.
"Okay! Stop saying these useless things! Don't even think about it. What if you can't hold on to that 'Dead Man Ash'? Where else can we run? Besides, don't look at Chu Dun's rescue just now. "Young man, I can guarantee that as long as you and Wilson take over, he will still come to deal with us!" the fat man said distressedly.
After hearing what the fat man said, Silaire felt that he had oversimplified things again. It seems that the gap between my mind and the fat man's is not that big!
"What should we do?!" she asked anxiously.
The fat man took the fruit of the Mysticum Orchid and fiddled with it furtively in his little bag. Then he whispered to Silaire: "You know you're worried? From now on, just listen to me more." That's right! Now, since we can't run away, we will be like this for a while..."
Looking at the fat man with cunning eyes, Silaire felt that this guy was like a fat fox preparing a trap for the hunter.
