Lord of the Silver Crow

The sea of ​​fog shattered, the memory picture collapsed, and the eye-like phantom floating in front of his eyes also began to fall apart and shattered.

And, to make matters worse, a strong sense of exhaustion came to my heart.

You can no longer wear the gatekeeper mask, otherwise your life will be in danger.

A premonition that seemed to be instinctive appeared in Yago's heart.

Although he doesn't know why he can't, but he has a special feeling, like the feeling of "burning out of fuel".

The use of the gatekeeper's mask is not costless.

Yago had already realized this.

But he didn't expect to reach the limit so quickly.

Because of what? Because of the "attack" of the Father of Insight?

However, he didn't have time to think about it, and the growing sense of crisis made him immediately remove his mask.

Almost the moment he took off the mask, the bird's beak squirmed and transformed into a silver key posture, falling into silence.

In the intense sense of exhaustion, with the light of the lantern on the ground, Yago saw three dark shadows approaching him very quickly.

Without any hesitation, Yago didn't have time to think about it, and released his spiritual mist toward the three dark shadows.

The spirit mist flopped and deformed in the air, and turned into three hazy mist crows, attacking them respectively.

The moment his gaze met the fog crow, the old man suddenly bent over, rolled sideways with an agile movement that was completely incompatible with his age, shaking his right hand, and a flickering flicker of fierce light reflecting the flames of lanterns flew out.

The other two moved slightly slower, but they were able to dodge their heads before colliding with the Mist Crow, but the reaction was almost the same. The two sharp blades pulled out from under the robe and threw them towards Yago.

Yago, who is not good at fighting, rolled to the left under instinct.

laugh!

Although he successfully avoided the attack of the two slower responders, the sharp blade thrown by the old man pierced his abdomen.

Although the presence of sudden sensation prevented him from losing the ability to resist because of pain, the tingling sensation was real.

If you want to run, you can't run, so you can only fight!

Without hesitation, Yago immediately set the target as the old man with gray-brown hair mixed with gray. His white-gloved hands picked up the silver-handled cane and squeezed it out towards the old man.

At the same time, his silver-gray eyes dimmed instantly--

Silent burial!

Seeing Yago rushing, the old man couldn't help but a cold smile appeared in his heart.

From the other party's crappy way of avoiding just now, he can confirm that the other party is a layman who basically doesn't have much fighting skills.

And to deal with such a layman, the "Assassin" potion brings more agility than the cat and mouse and the anti-reconnaissance ability conferred by the "Suspect" potion, he can immediately detect the opponent's attack intention!

The old man habitually activates the suspect's abilities.

However, the keen perception that originally allowed him to be able to immediately detect his eyes even with his back to the other party in ordinary times, but this time it disappeared!

Not effective!

Immediately, he also reacted.

"Speaker!"

Sequence 8 of the Tomb Keeper Path, the ability of the silent person! The ability to contain the abilities of others and silence the abilities of others!

but! This ability cannot contain the physical ability that has grown under the effect of the potion!

Wiping his hands on the inside of the robe, two sharp blades appeared in his hands.

call out!

A dagger cut sharply through the air and shot towards Yago’s neck, but his estimation was misplaced. The opponent did not dodge sideways to the right with the best dodge method, but turned into bowing down. In such a posture that you can't dodge an attack at all!

Yago, who didn't know that it was because he was too bad, had escaped a pre-determined attack, and had already rushed to the old man's body, and the silver-handled cane in his hand fell heavily.

Boom! ! !

With a dull sound, the floor tiles cracked slightly, and Yago felt a strong sense of shock.

The old man avoided this vertical split flexibly, and the other dagger in his hand was raised diagonally from bottom left to top right, and wiped it toward Yago's neck.

However, at this moment, a silver light flickered on Yago's neck.

Silver blood!

Although Yago doesn't know much about fighting skills, Yago understands that the neck, heart, and eyes are the most likely to cause serious injuries and death.

Therefore, when attacking, he also divided his mind to guard against attacks on vital points.

A heavy touch came, and accompanied by a tremor, the old man suddenly felt an instability in his left hand holding the dagger. Something moist touched his left hand.

Without hesitation, the old man flipped his left hand with three fingers, threw the dagger onto his right hand, and flexibly stabbed Yago's heart from his back.

but--

At this moment, a strong, spiritual level, as if the soul has been hit hard, a strong pain struck from the heart.

The old man looked down in disbelief.

The eyes of Lingshi turned on and saw a misty palm condensed by Lingwu, and the palm was holding a weapon that looked like a cane, which was also made of misty mist.

"How is it possible that I am a layman who can launch an attack while defending my attack!?"

and! Why didn't you remind me!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

In the intense pain caused by the silver starlight mist, the spiritual mist in the old man's body seemed to have lost control, and it constantly spewed out.

In the trembling spirit mist, a dark gray mixed with silver stars like foreign matter is rapidly spreading.

Looking at the old man who fell into madness in pain and confusion, Yago quickly backed away.

A dagger was inserted in the abdomen, and a dagger was inserted in the back. Although the position of the dagger was shifted due to the old man's death blow and the block of the silver blood, it was undoubtedly injured.

but……

Yago turned to look at the other two.

At this moment, the other two had fallen to the ground, and there were several bleeding holes in each of their throats and temples.

And the reason...

A misty crow with fluffy feathers and a little dirty is pulling one of them out of the body bit by bit, tearing and gnawing.

Behind Huguein, a hazy foggy fog crow the size of a hound, made of spiritual fog, was doing the same movement.

Hugh, you are too cruel...

He had planned to kill the old man desperately before going to fight the two black-robed men, but just now, Hugh flew in silently and quickly killed the two black men. Robe man.

People are not as good as crows...

However, how did he feel that Hugoin's spiritual fog had become quite powerful?

A lot stronger than him?

Could it be because of eating the spiritual fog of a lot of people...

Yago, who drew out a handful of silver coins while gnawing at it, couldn't help but think of it.