Chapter 874: Requiem under the Moonlight
At night, the moonlight is still there, and under the moonlight, murderous intentions are played.
“Kill him!”
Zarberg’s order caused the three guards hiding in the darkness to come out.
Bing Zhixie was shocked. Astonished, the mace, sword, and magic were already in front of him. He didn't have time to think too much, and the magic in his mind instantly cast: "Sealing the Ultimate Shield..."
The ice shell stood still, blocking all three parties' killing moves.
"... Spiral Ice Sword!" The moment he blocked the killing move, Bingzhi's evil magic changed, and the sealing shield rotated and decomposed at a high speed, turning into a thin curved ice blade and eating back at the people who attacked him around him.
The female guard holding the fist blade turned over backwards the moment the first ice knife flew out. The cold ice blade flew past her chest, and then the second and third ice knife turned her upside down. It flew past her hair and left arm. Then there was a series of crisp sounds, and the remaining ice edges were all blocked by her fist blades.
Bing Zhixie secretly said in his heart: "Master."
Looking at the other guard next to him with a mace, he was wearing thick steel armor, and he was able to completely block the damage from the spiral ice blade. The mace copper rod in his hand was raised high again.
"It's nuclear crystal steel armor!" Bing Zhixie secretly said, stepping forward quickly and flying to an altitude of tens of meters in the blink of an eye. There was a loud bang on the ground, and a stone pit was smashed out of the rooftop.
At the far end of the rooftop, a magic guard flew into the air. A magic bead beside him emitted a light green halo, spinning around him. The magic in his hand flashed continuously, with four colors of poison, earth, water and thunder. The wheels are released at the same time, combining into a five-wheel light of mixed colors. Array: "Poison Magic·Deadly Poisonous Dragon!"
"Magician!"
Don't think too much, it is unlikely that the sixth-level red-robed archmage can unleash a five-round light array. The most powerful ones who can use ultimate magic are magicians.
The snake-shaped mud dragon flew out of the light array. Its brown body was a mixture of mud and water. Blue electricity flashed faintly in its muddy body, and it spat out turbid water. The poisonous breath circled and flew into the air, chasing Bing Zhixie.
Bing Zhixie had no time to gather her magic power to resist, not only because of the pause in magic power just after the teleportation, but also because the killer move of the female guard with fists and swords was coming again. There was no way, the shadow warrior separated instantly, and the chaotic black shadow chain spread out at the same time as the shadow warrior separated.
The shadow chains of these shadow warriors can not only attack the person's body, but also directly attack the opponent's shadow, including the shadow of the poisonous dragon, which is restrained and slowed down by the shadow chain.
"Stop." Zalberg suddenly called out to stop the fighting.
The poisonous dragon magic was lifted, the fist and sword female guard fell back to the ground, and the three attackers disappeared into the darkness again.
Trosa was stunned by this short and sudden battle. Only then did he react and asked: "Your Majesty, what is going on?"
Zalberg chuckled and waved his hand: "It's okay. I just heard you said he was a member of the S-class mercenary group. I wanted to try to see if it was true."
"It turns out that he is a member of the S-class mercenary group." That's it." Trossa was relieved.
At this time, Bing Zhixie also slowly flew down from the sky and fell back to the ground.
"I'm sorry." Zarberg smiled evilly at Bingzhi and said: "It was just a test just now. Now it seems that the members of the S-class mercenary group are indeed worthy of their name. Under the attack of my three guards, But he was still not injured."
Bing Zhixie snorted, with a hint of arrogance in his tone: "It wasn't the S-class mercenary group, it was me, if the prince hadn't stopped in time. , I’m afraid someone is injured now.”
Trosa laughed twice, came to Bing Zhixie and whispered: "Don't talk to the prince like that."
"It doesn't matter." Zalberg heard Trosa's whisper: "I like capable people. Competent people are always a little more proud than others."
Bingzhixiedao : "I also like people with vision. Only people with vision can cooperate better."
"You want to cooperate with me? What do you want?"
Bing Zhixie said: "I want status, reputation, and power. I want everything in this world."
Zarberg said: "Isn't your current status and reputation enough?"
Bingzhixie shook his hand: "Those are just the status and reputation of a mercenary. I don't want to be a mercenary for the rest of my life. So. What I want is more practical benefits. I know you have your desires and ambitions, and I think there should be a place for me within the scope of your ambitions. "
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"Prince, why do you have to hide it? You and I are both smart people, and some things don't need to be said so clearly." Bing Zhixie said: "Master Trosa recommended me here because he knew you would be useful. My place. Since you and I both have needs, isn’t it the best opportunity for cooperation?”
Zalberg said: “How could a young man like you have such ambitions?”
Bing Zhixie turned around and looked at the city outside the official residence: "Money and desire, aren't they what everyone is pursuing? They want to constantly satisfy themselves. This is the same for both adults and children."
< br>“But you are different from those of your peers.”
Bing Zhixie said lightly: "It's not that I'm different from them, it's that they want to be independent from me."
"Hahahahahahaha..." Zalberg suddenly laughed wildly: "This is the most arrogant thing I have ever heard in my life. , no wonder you came to me.”
“What about our cooperation?”
Zarberg said: "I still have to think about cooperation."
"Oh?" Bingzhixie said: "I am a little disappointed by your hesitation."
After hearing this, Trosa broke into a cold sweat.
"You don't have to be too anxious. If you want to cooperate, you have to be patient. I still need to know more about you." Zalberg said: "Trossa, take this Celeste with you. Sir, please go back. I will send someone to look for him personally in the future.”
“Then I’ll take my leave.” Trossa left here with Bing Zhixie.
After Bingzhixie left, Zarberg returned to the study alone, thinking about the meeting just now, and said in his heart: "Celeste Bingzhixie, Apollo failed to kill you some time ago, I didn't expect you to come here on your own. The Royal Capital is really surprising, and what is even more surprising is that Trossa would recommend you to me. Now that Apollo and Rehog are not in the Royal Capital, you have established a relationship with Trossa in such a short period of time. so close, What is your purpose in coming to the capital to cooperate with me? If I didn't know your situation, I might really believe your words, but you never would have thought that when I first met you, I would have already You understand something."
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On the other side, in a village in the wilderness on the outskirts of the city, a group of unknown people attacked, bringing the shadow of death to the villagers.
In the village, the guards and servants of the Ewen family looked nervously at the men in black on the houses, fearing that they would come down again and start another massacre. But more people looked at the master worriedly, hoping that he would say words like "I know" and "I tell you" to relieve tonight's nightmare.
Seeing the tension and fear of the servants and guards, Buti felt even more pressure. He knew what his words meant. He couldn't bear to see his servants die tragically, and he didn't want to see his relatives fall. It was a painful scene, but there was only one sentence lingering in his mouth: "I...I..."
Seeing the master's appearance, one of the servants and guards became angry: "I can't bear it anymore. Mr. Aiwen clearly doesn't know about the Ten Thousand Eyes Stone. They have to force Mr. Aiwen to talk about things he doesn't know. They are forcing us to die." Instead of being humiliated like this, we should fight them!" He said, wielding his weapon and charging forward.
“No, don’t.” Buti and the people around him quickly stopped the impulsive guard: “We are not their opponent. Even if there are masters like you and the Archmage among the guards, it is impossible. Their opponents will only die if they rush over like this."
In fact, no need to say anything, everyone can see that many of the guardians summoned by the men in black are king beasts. , and the rest were things they had never seen before. Although there are two sixth-level masters among Buti's personal guards, this disparity still cannot be changed.
Seeing that Buti remained silent, the leader in black slowly raised his right hand. The five men in black on the right immediately clenched their weapons and waited for their hands to fall before going in to kill.
"Wait, wait." Buti stopped the hand of the leader in black, which was hanging in the air. He swallowed hard and said with a trembling voice: "I...I know..."
At this moment, a burst of music sounded in this tense little village, and the graceful piano played the most soothing tone. Everyone was attracted by the sudden music, looking for fame. A piano and a figure were sitting on the top of the church, playing the most beautiful music to their heart's content.
"Hmm! Who is it?"
The question of the man in black is also the question in everyone's heart. No one knew how he appeared, and no one knew when he appeared. It was as if he had been sitting on the top of the church all along, just waiting to play the most moving music under the most beautiful moonlight.
The music is melodious and light, and the music played is like elves dancing on the musical notes. Under the moonlight, in front of the white piano, the young musician was intoxicated with this smart melody. Only his blue stand-up collar clothing, silver curly hair, and his white cheeks can be clearly seen under the moonlight. His slightly rolled cuffs, his slender white fingers, and the graceful tone of his fingers as they slid across the eighty-eight piano keys were like a pair of hands that could penetrate the soul, giving people the deepest touch.
I don’t know when the sound of the piano stopped, but people still seemed to be intoxicated by this charming echo.
The pianist had landed on the ground, a slender blue sword in his hand. He strode towards the man in black, because his sword was going to play another soul-crushing movement...
(End of this chapter)