Dawn of the Grey Tower

Kobolds have never been known for being good at frontal combat, and they have never been considered good at using weapons such as knives or swords. In more cases, the image of kobolds is associated with simple hoes. Those hoes cannot even be called hoes, because they are probably just a piece of abandoned metal or harder wood tied to a wooden stick. , Its role is only to assist excavation rather than combat.

Even if it is a warning used to frighten a child, it is often just a kobold who will steal your toys instead of hurting you. There is no way. Kobolds seem to be naturally timid, cowardly and lacking in strength. They don't even deserve the seeds of violence.

And to allow such a kobold to carry a weapon and attack a target like a regular assassin, conventional means definitely won't work. As more figures emerged from the darkness, Russell also noticed this.

"Someone has cast spells on these kobolds, confusion spells, no, it's more powerful and more directed than that. I can't guess what spells can make the cowardly underground laborers deadly killers."

"Then guess later, I guess you don't have a nice dagger hanging in your waist, right? No matter where these things come from, they must be cleared." Ataping said in a deep voice, holding the magic sword.

"I don't have any problem with this, but please don't expect too much from my abilities. Secret agents and killers are different. We generally don't directly deal with violent tasks." Russell sighed and drew the dagger from his waist.

The female swordsman glanced back at him. Judging from the position of the opponent holding the knife, the spy was not lying. He may have some physical fighting training, but he is definitely not a real fighter.

But here is the city of ten thousand laws, the wizards have a better and more deadly weapon, and Russell is undoubtedly a qualified wizard. So he opened the palm of his left hand with a dagger, allowing the warm blood to flow out, releasing a sweet smell in the air.

"Those who are hungry for the blood of living beings, I allow you to show up and allow you to drink my blood. But as a price, I ask you to take away the temperature of my enemies with cold body temperature and let them change in fear and cold. Become one of you."

Russell’s eyes flashed with magic light, the blood flowing out of his palm disappeared strangely, and some translucent shadows spread from his side, slowly drifting towards the nearest kobold.

Atta's eyes can see the true face of the shadows more clearly. They are ghosts, or ghosts of ghosts. These wandering souls have no subject. They are not the souls left behind after death, but the birth of death. By-products.

Maybe when they are rich enough to a certain extent, evil spirits like the multi-headed moray eels in the sea will be born, but before that, they are not threatening, so they will be used by many sensitive spellcasters. The so-called ghosts or evil spirits in many legends are like this. They did not exist as a certain creature, but were merely entities condensed by negative energy or low-lying things escaping from space.

"As I said, I was an intern at the Fairy Institute, so my sub-faculty is the psychic school, and driving wandering souls is the most practical way." Russell shrugged and explained that he had noticed Atta's dissatisfaction.

The female swordsman herself could see the so-called wandering spirits, and she was also unhappy with these behaviors of playing with anomalies under the influence of cheese, but at this time she was in the same camp as Russell after all.

As if the cheese had tolerated Via, Atta suppressed his anger, moved forward again, and swung his sword at the earliest kobold. Poor kobold, he is suffering from the entanglement of invisible wandering spirits. Those negative energies can't really harm creatures, but can make them feel cold, tired, fearful and tired.

These feelings appeared on the kobold at the same time, which made him very uncomfortable, and the speed of detection also slowed down, so that he didn't react until Fraklage got close.

"Guru!" The sword edge swept across the blade, leaving a not deep wound on the kobold's hand, and at the same time forcing him to throw away the weapon in his hand.

Atta flew up, stepped on the opponent's face and kicked it out for about ten steps. Judging from the distortion of the nose, this foot mostly broke the nose of the kobold.

But this is not over. The assassin was not the only one who attacked them. At the moment when Atta fell to the ground, three kobolds stabbed three sharp blades at her from three directions, and the female swordsman had just landed and her body stagnated. , Unable to make a completely evasive action for a while.

"Get away from that lady!" With the sound of breaking through the air, three throwing knives flew towards the path of the kobolds, one of which was knocked away by the assassin with a weapon, and the other fell through because the other side stopped. , And one stabbed the kobold in the shoulder.

The timing of Russell's throwing knife is remarkable, that is, his strength and accuracy can't be compared with that of Jerry who really earns a living from it.

But it was enough. Atta got precious time. She grabbed the assassin with the knife in the shoulder with her backhand, and slammed him on the head with the hilt, knocking him stunned. Then he took his black iron short knife and threw it in Russell's direction, just in time to knock out a kobold attacking the spy from the air.

It is a pity that this black iron short knife is not suitable for throwing, so it just hit the target's body and disturbed his balance without causing damage.

"So it's a tie." Atta said casually, Russell helped her, she also helped Russell, the two owe nothing to each other.

Immediately afterwards, the female swordsman turned around, the magic sword left a cold arc in the air, and directly broke a kobold weapon from the middle! And the tip of the sword left a blood mark on his chest with a deep visible bone!

This was not over yet, as soon as Atta landed, two kobolds surrounded him. She lifted one foot and kicked one of them, and stretched out her arm on the other side, grabbing the kobold's wrist from below, forcing the opponent to not swing the raised weapon.

After her kicking leg was retracted and the balance was ensured, the female swordsman shot the kobold man with her sword in her hand and punched her in front of her wrist. She directly slapped the opponent to pretend to be a Venus, and then turned around on the spot. Two circles fainted to the ground.

"Arcane is above, she is really charming." Just as Cheese had seen the combination of beauty and violence in the female knight Heather many years ago, Russell at this time also sincerely expressed emotion for Atta's battle.

But apart from feeling ~www.readwn.com~, he also had to deal with the two kobolds who attacked him. Russell stepped to dodge the blade drawn toward his throat, holding the dagger and holding the weapon upside down, like a bird of prey's beak from the side, smashing into the opponent's armpit fiercely!

But so vigorously swinging the weapon made him unable to deal with the second assassin, and he was scratched his arm from the side.

"Ah! You mean thing!" the spy cursed, the magic light in his eyes skyrocketed, and his appearance instantly turned into a terrifying monster with fangs and glowing eyes in the kobold's eyes.

The kobold who slashed the spy backed two steps back, groaning helplessly in his mouth, but was still stepped on his chest by the angry Russell, and pierced the dagger into his eye socket.

The battle came quickly and ended quickly. It took a long time for the two to solve the assassins, but in fact it was only a few minutes.

Atta gathered the four kobolds she had brought down and tied them with their own clothes. Russell's side was much simpler, after all, he didn't leave a living.

"Six, there should be one more. Did you run away?"