MTL - Assassin’s Chronicle-Chapter 487 Retain

Chapter VIII Chapter Retention

The mercenaries in Baishan City are immersed in the excitement. In contrast, the situation in Blackwater City is much lower. Although the elders of Mandusli and the Elves have tried their best to boost morale, the rise of the big league, the color of the blue The thorns made the people of Blackwater City live in panic. Mandusli’s position in the wolf druid is lofty. Among the top performers on the mainland, he is not as good as the great magician Mike of the Allison Empire. Since Anfei can kill Mike, he can naturally kill. Dead Mansley, whether Mansley is a sophistry or a denial, can't change people's minds, even within the wolf druids, it is filled with pessimistic emotions.

In a mountainous area more than 40 miles from Blackwater City, a patrol team came over the green grassland, the spring breeze became warmer and warmer, the snow had already faded, and the entire plain and hills were replaced with new clothes. Everywhere is full of life.

As the saying goes, men and women are not tired and work together. This patrol consists of three female elves, four male elves and four mercenaries. They talk and laugh along the way, as if they are playing in the mountains, but the elves are all Very proud, especially the three female elves, who left most of their enthusiasm to their companions, and the mercenaries only spoke a few words occasionally, just out of courtesy.

Out of the foothills, the Black River is in front of you. A male elf seems to be the leader. He said with a voice: "Okay, we can go back in a circle."

“The scenery here is beautiful.” A female elf smiled and said that they used to live in the forest and could not appreciate the splendid grassland. On the other side of the Heishui River, it was an endless prairie, like a pure green pavilion. The carpet, this day, this place can give people a refreshing feeling.

"If you can stay here all the time," the other female elf sighed.

The third female elf was not in the mood to appreciate the grassland, and her eyes solidified above. A man in a white magic robe stood on a tall branch and looked at them indifferently. He had a huge battle axe in his hand. His eyes had no expression, as if they were all stones, or Think of himself as a stone.

"Who are you?" the elf asked.

The other members of the patrol turned their heads together and looked at the elf's eyes and answered them. It is a tomahawk that spins down, and the elements of the rushing water flow, the warm spring breeze becomes very beautiful at this moment, and the vitality in the air is replaced by blood.

The turbulent flow of elements was fleeting, and the eleven members of the patrol were all in the pool of blood. They didn't have time to do anything, and even the magic signal could not be sent out, because the difference between the two was too great.

An Fei quietly watched the drop of blood on the blade of the axe. It seems that I am waiting for something, and it seems to be thinking about something. After a long while, I frowned. "Mannsley, isn’t it really going to be a tortoise?!"

Just now he deliberately increased the fluctuation of the elemental turbulence. It’s only forty miles from Blackwater City, and Mandusley should be able to sense it, but in his observation range, seven or eight patrols are not concentrated in this direction. Instead, they retreated to Blackwater City at the same time. Obviously, someone has told them in advance what to do when an accident occurs.

What Anfei uses is the strategy of the human alliance and the undead army to maximize the use of high-end strike forces, and to maintain absolute flexibility and mobility. This tactic seems simple, but there are also a lot of tricks in it. Sometimes, a big magician will suddenly appear in the sky above the undead creatures, releasing a large area of ​​anti-personal magic, and then immediately fleeing; sometimes, the two great swordsmen in the undead creatures to kill, busy, unhappy, I forgot to escape, but wait for the Necromancer to come over and reinforce. From a sudden opening of the Dimension Gate. A swarm of bees emerged from a group of peak powers, forcing the reinforcements of the Necromancer to stay here forever; sometimes. A group of peak powers attacked the tails of the undead army, and the necromancer hurriedly handed out manpower to support. Who knows that they have not arrived yet, those peak powers suddenly retreated, and then more peak powers are attacking the undead army. The troops, the undead mage, understood the trap and urgently transferred the strength of the hand to support the front. The undead mage who sent it beforehand was also transferred back. Who knows that the rear wing was attacked again, and those peaks used the vacuum time. Unsuccessfully released several curses, and then left without delay.

The wisdom of human beings is endless, and the tricks that come up are endless, but Anfei does not have so many tricks. He just wants to lead Mansley.

Stealing into Baishan City, Anfei is indeed taking risks, but now it is different. Once you get into the avenue, you are stepping into the extraordinary sanctification. The former is still the vanity, the latter is sanctified! At that time, he was working with Susanna. He wanted to make full efforts, but now he can clearly feel the gap between Susanna and himself.

As for the location of Anfei, one is to use their own strength to kill the high-level professional in the killing druids and elves as much as possible. It is best to directly confront Mansley and kill Mann. Sly. There is another reason related to his current entry into the country. For that reason, he did not bring Susanna, but he came to Blackwater City alone.

Anfei wants to have supreme power. Contrary to this, he tries to reject his heart and turn into a ruthless 'dao heart'. Just now he really didn't want to shoot, it has nothing to do with civilization, humanities, etc. just because he Lazy, his indifference, perhaps, only a rival with equal size can fully ignite his will to fight. An Fei is very clear that the reason for this change is influenced by the state of mind. He insists that it is not right!

People always know how to cherish after they have lost. Anfei has already tasted it once. When his parents were alive, he only cultivated his martial arts in order to show his 'severe' in his classmates. He couldn’t talk about hard work until he lost. Parents, he finally understood how happy that kind of supervision was.

Now that Anfei owns Susanna, she also sculpt the blueprint for the future. If she does not change her mood, one day he will become a ruthless person. Everything in the world can be abandoned, including Susanna. If so, what is the use of powerful power? !

For loneliness, Anfei holds a deep-rooted fear, because he has been alone for too long, no one can understand, Anfei wants to resist, not only the temptation of a woman, but also his own heart!

A team of about 40 inferior mercenaries broke into the range of Affy, each of them riding a horse, all the way to speed, their appearance was a bit awkward, so that An Fei was slightly stunned, it is reasonable to say that even patrols The team has withdrawn, enough to prove the conservative attitude of the city's principals. This team of mercenaries is really inexplicable, not to mention, there is no strong among them.

What Anfei suddenly thought of, took a paper roll from the space ring, clearly painted dozens of avatars, and the leader of the team mercenaries was among them. Since Mansley and the elves controlled Blackwater City, the information that can be obtained from Blackwater City is very limited, but the previous information is still there, for example, Muritao, Hodgebili and their children's portraits.

"Hochkey's youngest son, Beech?" Anfei showed a faint smile: "Exactly..."

Anfei's sensing range has been up and down in a few dozen miles, so this waiting time is a little longer, but fortunately those mercenaries have horsepower, and finally ran across the mountain: "Asuli...Azuli..." The anxious shouts stopped abruptly at the Blackwater River, and the eyes of more than forty mercenaries were concentrated on the corpses.

"Everyone..." Anfei had to make a sound to remind the other person of his existence, and looked up at the sky: "Good afternoon."

The head of the mercenary stared at the body of an elf, and jumped off the horse and rushed up. Fortunately, his partner was not so focused, and several mercenaries rushed to hold him, staring at him with vigilance. An Fei.

"Are you killing you?!" The mercenary headed by the founder found Anfei, roaring.

"You are called Beech? Is your parents knowing that you are running out?" An Fei asked softly.

"I asked if they killed you?!!" Beech jumped up and took a long sword backhand.

"You go back and tell Hodgebili." Anfei ordered a mercenary with his hand. The other person did not answer his words. He didn't bother to answer each other: "I know that Hodgebili has been very busy recently and doesn't want to give her trouble. But... no way, you are too clever, aren't you? Tell me about Hodgebili, I am sorry."

"I am asking you, fucking, are they..." Beech's roar was interrupted by his companions, who were staring at the tomahawks in the hands of Anfei, who had broken their arms and scattered their hands. The scene is enough to prove what the weapon is, not to mention the blood on the axe.

Several mercenaries took Beech back, and more mercenaries pulled out their swords and swarmed. There was also a magician who sang a spell. A big fireball appeared out of thin air and shot straight toward Anfei. A middle-aged mercenary rushed to Anfei and shouted: "Protect the young master to go!!"

An Fei gently waved, and the fireball that looked very fierce suddenly paused. It fell like a well-behaved basketball in the hands of Anfei. Anfei smashed and threw the fireball back.

Seeing this scene, the magician burst into the eyeballs. The next moment, the fireball he released himself had hit his body.

"Who I let, who can go!" With the cold voice of An Fei, the turbulent element once again raged in the Black River.