Shaman from Afar

Roaring in anger, screaming in fear, yelling like flies.

The nobles and wizards who were in a panic among explosions, flames and smoke have not yet recovered their senses from shock, and a new "panic" soon fell on them!

The roar of the flames seemed to be some kind of signal. In a moment, several guards with blood in their hands twitched and fell to the ground while covering their necks. Come out!

Standing at the corner of the banquet hall, Loren narrowed his eyes-at least two of them just looked, no ... it should be four people!

Four masked men in black rushed out of the dust, brandished a dagger and a broad sword snatched from the guard, and rushed extremely quickly towards the crowd that had become a mess.

Their movements were so fast that they even reached an unbelievable level, so that the guards who stepped forward had no room to parry, and they were killed quietly.

"There are assassins! Stop them!"

At this moment someone finally reacted, shouting and crying for help one after another. The guards on both sides of the banquet hall gathered in the direction of the round platform, and there were more guards pouring into the banquet hall from the corridor and the door. Through the windows, the garden was already full of armed figures. !

The Bellini family, who had experienced an invasion and was almost succeeded by the other party, was obviously well-prepared-in the face of such a large-scale blockade, even Loren himself did not dare to say that he could escape with complete confidence.

But if there is no way to stop it, no amount of guards are worthless!

Agile to unbelievable skill, the blue stripes faintly visible on the cheeks, and the almost iconic black gloves on the left hand-the dark-haired wizard certainly knows where these assassins are.

Rute Infinite's night watchman!

The guards who hurriedly could not be the opponents of these night watchmen, and they could not even stop them. Continuous screams, one body after another fell into the pool of blood in a wail.

The crowd in panic and confusion completely messed up, even if there were several knights or nobles who were willing to help, they were surrounded by guests who only knew about screaming, not to mention that even the sword was pulled Not coming out.

The assassins who emerged from the smoke also ignored the guests, and the mad slaughtering guards who stood in front of them rushed towards the front.

By this moment, everyone understood what was going on.

"They are going to assassinate Aalto!" Verlo Bellini, who was hiding around the guests, screamed heartbroken, like a little girl in fear: "Go and protect Aalto, you must not let this group of lunatics I met him half a hair-!!!!!! "

Immediately after shouting, Verloe dived directly under the dining table beside him, covering his mouth desperately, curling up tremblingly and motionless.

There was no need for him to "command" at all, the guards who had caught up around him were all around Alto Bellini. It's just that the genius alchemist hasn't recovered from the horror just now, no matter how people around him slapped him on the shoulder, he always stood in stunned position.

"puff--!"

The guard in front of him wailed to the ground, and plasma spewed. Feeling a sticky Aalto Bellini on the cheek, he tremblingly raised his right hand, as far as his eyes could see, the palm was a bright red, and the assassin wielding a dagger had arrived!

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

The screaming Aalto finally regained consciousness, and facing the gruesome assassin, the alchemist stepped backwards in fright, desperately trying to avoid it.

The icy dagger ripped open the bright red dress, and the embarrassed Aalto fell to the ground. The assassin who had shot down wanted to continue to catch up, but the surrounding guards had gathered to block Aalto behind him.

A genius alchemist lying on the ground, miserable, like a dog that has fallen into the water. His face was terrified, and he didn't have the initial grace and calmness at all. He only knew that he desperately climbed backwards, using his hands and feet, and fluttering.

At this moment, the guards outside had flowed in, completely sealed off the banquet hall, and began to encircle the assassins at this moment. At this moment, even if they could really succeed, they would never escape!

The chaotic hall gradually restored order, and the influx of guards pulled a "block line" between the banquet hall and the round table, blocking the four assassins in the middle.

At this moment, this sudden riot seems to have come to an end, even if they are powerful, it is impossible to cope with so many people at the same time-these guards are not the goods of the City Guard, but are genuine, dry blood licking business Mercenary!

The situation has returned to calm, but Loren has the illusion of not ending-since there is the courage to break into this banquet, it is impossible to anticipate such a situation.

And ... how did these people mix in? !

The four assassins surrounded by the regiment seemed to have given up resistance and threw away their weapons. The guards around were still surrounded by vigilance. After seeing the skills of these assassins, no one dared to step forward.

Or maybe ... these assassins are only blindfolded, and Alto Bellini is not their real goal? !

"boom--!!!!"

At the moment when everyone slacked off, the second explosion "arrived as expected"-the four assassins who got the signal pulled out their short knives from their sleeves and rushed in all directions.

It's now!

A "waiter" hiding in the crowd carefully took out a dagger from his sleeve. The sharp short knife exuded a faint blue light under the glow of a fluorite lamp. The poison on it could make the wound unable to heal and block. His people died of blood loss.

"What are you doing, hide behind!"

A guard who found him hurried forward to remind him that he had pushed the "waiter" violently, but he directly laid his shoulders on it-before reacting, the blue dagger had pierced his throat!

The indifferent "waiter" pushed away the dying guard, but he had a **** face and round eyes.

Peter Fassa!

He no longer cares about the panicked crowd around him, and there is no longer any cover-up. Only the Holy Blood Potion in the enamel bottle is left in his sight, and he runs away in large strides.

This is the last chance. The night watchman has already failed here once, and absolutely cannot fail a second time!

Peter Fasha's will is extremely firm-the guards around him have all been completely contained by the four night watchmen. He only needs to deal with a few fish and then take the potions away from the banquet hall.

All for the night watchman, for the Sakran Empire!

"That waiter is fake, stop him!"

Hiding under the dining table, the sharp-eyed Verlo Bellini immediately noticed Peter Fasha's figure and screamed out: "He wants to take away the Holy Blood Elixir!"

Damn you bastard, you should stab him first!

Peter, who gritted his teeth, was fierce, but he didn't look back—not only was he afraid to be recognized, but more importantly, he had no time!

The surrounding guards had gathered towards him, and Peter, with his anxiety, opened his left hand, and the pale blue runes floating in the palm were instantly crushed.

"Beyond perception"!

The sudden changes in his body made Peter dizzy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but he was too late to adapt. The dagger in the right hand lay in front of him, and the guards who threw them down between the electric flints, threw a broad sword that grabbed him behind him, opened another guy who wanted to attack himself from the middle, and the blood spewed Stained this indifferent child's face.

Just a few steps away, the potion is close at hand!

No longer take care of the guards behind you, and fight for the Holy Blood Elixir in front of you, then you can grab it with just one hand!

But he could never go further.

"Rock Will" ——!

All of a sudden, the rocky wall suddenly rose, and Peter Fassa threw himself hard at the wall, and his sore right hand and shoulder prevented him from moving.

But what really prevented him from being "unmovable" was another figure at the end of his line of sight-holding a magic wand high in his hand, with a somewhat unwilling smile on his face.

Ain Rand—? !