Chapter 544

"Stop him -!!!"

A sharp voice echoed behind Lauren; In the dark sewer, countless figures came ferociously!

There is no wind, but there is a whistling sound in my ears!

The biting cold can't hide the killing intention!

The dark eyes stared at the road extending in all directions in front of him. The voice behind him was completely left behind by the black haired wizard, leaving only a vague shadow in the splashing torrent.

Galloping, desperate galloping - every bone, every muscle, every nerve... Surging together with boiling blood, unreserved outbreak!

On the left, right, behind and in front... Ferocious hostility and the shadow of death hit the running black haired wizard from all possible corners.

Ambush on all sides, desperate... Just like in the glacier wasteland.

The only difference is that Lauren can't see half of the tension in his eyes at the moment, only the same cold as these people; It's hot from head to foot, but it's getting colder and colder in my heart.

This time I am both a hunter and a hunter.

The short sword came face to face, and the cold blade slid along his cheek at the moment of dodging; The expressionless Loren turned his right hand, the bright silver blade pierced his chin, then tore the man's throat, and then pulled it out quickly.

There was no scream, only scarlet plasma fluttered and sprinkled between the dark channels; The bloody death did not make the night watchman flinch, but accelerated their attack!

The plasma fell into his eyes, and the excessive energy loss made Loren's line of sight a little blurred. It was even more impossible to distinguish the things in front of him in the already dark tunnel.

But it doesn't matter... Because those who stand in front of them have to die!

Don't you want my life... Don't you want to kill me?

Come on!

Try it!

Look who's dead?!

The gray blue sword once again bloomed, but failed to stop the night watchman's sharp blade - they knew the power of "bright silver", but they knew better that as long as Loren's hand loosened the handle of the sword, the seemingly powerful weapon would collapse in an instant.

Crazy raids, black haired wizards rampage in the siege set by the night watchman; In the face of the attacking enemy, there is no sense of defense and no defense at all.

Forward! Forward! Forward!

Between the sharp blades, the night watchman has begun to feel the strangeness of the black haired wizard.

He doesn't seem to care about the enemy behind him, and even completely exposes his flaws. While breaking through, he doesn't care about defense at all, as if only the one in front of him... Is his enemy.

The sharp blade of cutting gold and iron in his hand seemed to be no longer a weapon, but a tool to clean the barricades, turning all the people in front of him into broken meat that could no longer wield swords and hinder him.

Don't you care about us night watchmen at all? It's so arrogant

At that moment, the night watchman suddenly felt cold all over, as if he had been stared at by something; By the time he realized it, the dark haired wizard had rushed into his five steps.

No!

The dark tunnels extend in all directions. The night watchman can't think how the dark haired wizard stared at him. He just instinctively fled towards the exit as far as possible.

It's not fear, but iron facts and still in the ear warnings - never face Loren Turin one-on-one.

Once it was just a joke, but like the 22 elite night watchmen who died miserably in the courtyard this summer, the leader of the imperial night watchman who fell deep in the tunnel is the best "example"!

Why not? The night watchman with numb scalp did not dare to turn back and confront the black haired wizard behind him; That creepy look is like a fierce beast drilled out of hell. No matter he dodges between tunnels, he can't avoid him.

The night watchman behind him is still attacking, and the flying blade is constantly passing by his side; Blood had been seen on his left arm and shoulder, and his back was wet.

The pain has twisted the black haired wizard's cheek, but it can't stop him from chasing;

It doesn't matter who you kill, or even whether you can kill them... But anyway, we must let them pay the price and let them know the end of being enemies with themselves!

The night watchman, who was trying hard to get rid of the dark haired wizard, finally realized that there was no point in continuing to escape - then the only way was to use himself as bait to lead him into the trap set by the rest of the people.

At the next fork, kill him!

The black haired wizard was expressionless, and the sword of his right hand crossed in front of him to block his eyes; The rapid footsteps and all kinds of small sounds kept coming into his ears, but he still didn't look back, let alone turn back.

Just desperate to run, desperate to pounce on the prey close at hand.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six... Getting closer, getting closer.

Just cross this corner, just a few more steps forward, Loren Turin... He will die!

Finally, the night watchman rushed across the corner; At the moment when the dark haired wizard appeared, he finally showed a ferocious look, suddenly turned around and rushed up with his brothers who rushed out from all directions.

"Die -!!!"

The blade is like a forest, and the killing intention is strong!

But what they saw... Was the cold smile of the black haired wizard and the "bright silver" waved by the flame.

Turin fire -!

The golden red flame is dazzling in the dark sewer, but in the frightened eyes of the night watchmen, it is like a demon climbing out of the abyss, roaring and roaring, trying to devour everything!

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

The scream of heart rending and lung cracking echoed in my ears... Just when the night watchman thought he would be burned alive, Loren suddenly grabbed his throat and suddenly lifted him from the ground.

The other left hand had clenched the bright silver, and the gray blue sword was raised high.

No, no... no... I don't want to die, I don't want to die!

Somebody, somebody help me!

The flustered night watchman looked around for the surviving brothers... But there was nothing but Coke on the ground.

It's actually someone's.

In the tunnel, nearly 100 night watchmen surrounded Loren Turin. The rest could not have known that he was here and that he would kill himself.

When they still have no intention to save themselves, they wait... The moment he kills himself, they will do it to Loren Turin!

"Help me! Help me --!"

The night watchman whose throat was pinched turned red, his eyes protruded and howled.

No one responded, and no one rushed out to save him... Looking around at the black haired wizard for a week, he sneered at the night watchman who begged for mercy and survival like a reptile.

"No one can save you. Go to hell..."

The frightened night watchman couldn't care about anything else. The left hand of the "caster" was just raised, and the gray blue sword pierced his elbow and armpit at that moment!

"Ah, ah --!!!"

The bright silver blade is not a real sharp blade, but more like a burst "lightning" -- under the blade, the tendon of the elbow joint is broken and torn, and the muscles and bones moan, so that they are deformed, broken, or even broken!

"Ah, ah --!!!"

The night watchman screamed, and the severed arm fell to the ground, still convulsing; The tear on the arm seemed to be broken and exploded, and plasma gushed continuously.

The expressionless Lauren ignored the night watchman like a drowning dog, and his cold eyes stared at the opposite exit.

He's waiting for someone.

Feeling the sight of dozens of double murders behind him, but not close to him, Loren's face has not even changed a little - after the experience of the imperial court, these people's eyes can't change themselves.

"Enough!"

The sudden voice made the expressionless Loren hook the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

"Let him go!"

The voice was still approaching, and a familiar figure had appeared at the end of the exit. The indifferent voice was still decisive.

"Or give him a good time!"

In the sound of mourning, the night watchman choked by his throat was dying, and his trembling eyes stared at the figure coming from the exit.

"No problem, I promise you..."

Loren voiced:

"... Edward."

The voice fell, and the gray blue sword ran through the heart of the night watchman!