Blood of Mercury

A young man in his twenties, wearing an unusually fitting red wizard robe, leaned against a silent and uninhabited corner, quietly watching the wizards who came and went in a hurry, the corner of his mouth raised slightly mockingly.

Suddenly, he saw a sudden commotion from the distant crowd.

The young man raised his right hand slightly and spread his fingers out.

I saw a cold light jumping quickly like an electric light between his fingers, shuttled back and forth, and fell into his sleeve again with the five fingers he closed again.

When his clenched right hand opened again, a black holy emblem silently appeared in his palm, and was lightly clamped by the muscles in the palm of his right hand.

At the same time as his right hand was opened, the holy emblem fell naturally and fell into his sleeve again.

"As my lord Knicks said—"

But in just this moment, the magic that the young man wants to build has been sung: "You should use shadow as your friend and shadow as your main. Praise the darkness."

As he prayed softly, his figure suddenly faded and disappeared into the air after a few seconds.

In the crowd, the shadow under the feet of a passerby fluctuated, and the young priest stepped on his shadow and quietly appeared behind him.

And the passerby just felt a chill on his back and looked back suspiciously, but found nothing unusual.

Because after the young man moved to the crowd with the help of his shadow, he immediately turned and left.

Just like an ordinary passer-by, the young man whimpered while silently approaching the great wizard who was wearing a hood and a hood.

He didn't show much movement speed. As far as the current trend is concerned, he still needs to be in the crowd for more than a minute before he can approach the great wizard who completely covers his face when turning a corner.

A seemingly ordinary dagger without a hilt silently protruded from his right sleeve, and the tip of the knife was lightly clamped by his thumb in the palm of his hand.

As long as he is within three meters of the great wizard, he is confident that the dagger thrown from his right hand will penetrate the wizard's heart instantly. Even if he avoided the dagger, he would definitely not be able to escape his next blow.

That dagger smeared with paralyzing poison was nothing more than an attention grabber. The moment the great wizard focused his attention on the dagger and turned around, he could use the shadow of the great wizard to move behind him, immediately take out his heart, and then teleport away immediately.

Even the golden-level powerhouses who have lost most of their weaknesses. Without the heart, you will also die due to massive blood loss.

However, just when there were less than ten steps to reach the assassination position planned by the young priest, an invisible and intangible ripple suddenly swept over from not far away.

He was stunned for a moment, and then immediately felt a sharp pain in his hands and wrists. His hands twitched uncontrollably from the sudden injury. The dagger originally caught between his fingers suddenly fell to the ground with a clatter. The wizards around were stunned. Then he reacted immediately and quickly retreated to the surroundings.

It's a magic knife wizard!

The young priest immediately realized where his injury came from.

However, it's too late.

The invisible blade swept past, and a huge crack appeared instantly, penetrating his throat completely from left to right.

Then. On his back, an invisible thorn pierced through the gap in his ribs, piercing a three-finger-wide hole in his lung.

His hand tendons were cut, his throat was completely torn open, and his lungs were filled with blood pouring in.

Hot blood gushed out from his torn throat, drenching the great wizard he had intended to assassinate. Bright red foam gushed out from his throat and mouth, and he fell to the ground weakly, losing his life.

And the great wizard with a hood who couldn't see his face was doused with hot blood, but only paused for a while. He continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Robert, who was silently following in the crowd, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and moved the ritual knife clenched in his right hand to his left.

Robert had never seen that great wizard from beginning to end, and maybe that great wizard didn't even know his existence. But it doesn't matter, the magic knife wizard is worth his existence until he is discovered.

Robert knew that there were at least two other magic sword wizards like him. Because the attack that Robert made was only the fatal wound on the throat. In addition, whether it was the severed tendons or the conical backstab behind his back that made his dying prayers unsung, they all came from the hands of other magic swordsmen.

The three of them had not had any communication before, not even the existence of each other was uncertain. Just by instant reaction. And that indescribable tacit understanding instantly shot at the same time, killing an enemy of the same level.

It's now the second ring, and it's full of wizards of the silver rank... It's probably no problem to send it here.

Robert tilted his head, thought for a moment, then turned and left. There wasn't a single thought of leaning over to see who the great wizard was. It's not that he's afraid of not being able to recognize it - as long as he passes by, he will be able to recognize the appearance of the person he saved in the dark.

After all, there are only dozens of great wizards in the White Tower. In this not-so-small city that is no different from a country, almost every wizard who has stayed here a little longer can recognize these people.

However, Robert did not want others to suspect that he wanted something from him.

The reason for the sordid reputation of the sorcerer is not simple. Indeed, there are some sorcerers who like to repay the favor.

They'll kill someone's foe in secret first, and then they'll pay for it by actually threatening it.

But Robert was not that kind of person.

It's not that Robert's character is so good, it can only be said that Robert disdains to do such a thing. After all, he is more or less a prince. do this kind of thing. His own self-esteem alone would not forgive himself.

——However, if Robert can see the face of the great wizard from under the hood, I am afraid he will be surprised.

Because he is not from this city at all~www.wuxiaspot.com~ let alone a wizard, not even a great wizard.

It was a male mountaineer who looked less than 30 years old and had a slightly chubby figure. The emerald green light flashed in his eyes, making everyone around him believe in his identity as a "great wizard".

At the same time, his figure was transformed into a middle-aged woman with a serious face under the influence of magic.

That was Thad's face.

In this way, he shuttled through the detection magic of the White Tower as if nothing had happened, and walked step by step in the direction of the conference hall of the third tower. Not far from him, a middle-aged woman with a sad face followed a man wrapped in black robes silently to the first tower.

Those were the four saints sent by the gods. However, one person quietly left the team.

At the junction of the second ring and the third ring, in front of Roland and Xila, a tall and tall old man stood silently in front of them. (To be continued.)