The two dwarven drunkards had been lying there for a long time. They were drunk and unconscious. A few naughty kids had thrown pebbles at them before, but they were motionless like dead fish. Later, some kind-hearted passers-by wanted to drag them away, but the dwarves were hugging each other in ecstasy. No one could drag them away, so they had to leave them there.
They were the only people left on the entire street except for Rob and the old killer, but no one would notice their existence.
When Luo Bu and the old assassin passed by them, one of the sleeping dwarves suddenly jumped up without any warning. At that moment, there was no longer any drunkenness in his eyes, and he was as vigorous as a cheetah. He took out a small hand crossbow from his bosom, and on the crossbow were two magic piercing short arrows made entirely of mithril.
The next moment, the dwarf did not hesitate to pull the trigger on the crossbow. Two mithril arrows shot toward the future Supreme Magister Your Honor.
At this moment, Rob was less than two steps away from him!
The temple finally showed its fangs. Their target tonight was not D 'Adrion from the beginning. The task that the eight of them received was only to stall their opponent. The real killer move of the church was on the other side of the long street.
The Court of Heresy was the temple's sharp sword in the dark. They acted without any taboo, but this taboo actually depended on the target. Publicly assassinating the president of the Association of Sorcerers in the city of sorcerers would escalate the already intensified situation again, which was also contrary to the purpose of the Court of Heresy's action tonight.
The order they received was to do everything possible to rescue the kidnapped Archbishop Morteris as soon as possible.
Therefore, compared to entangling with D 'Adrion, the most effective way was to capture his companion and use Rob as a hostage to negotiate with the president of the Magician's Association. Since the former could accompany D' Adrion to kidnap Morteris, it showed that the friendship between the two was not shallow.
At that time, unless the president of the Magician's Association could watch his friend be killed by the heresy court, everyone could only sit down and talk calmly.
One for one, this was a fair proposal for both sides.
Therefore, it was not surprising that the Court of Heresy had decided to target Rob tonight.
However, judging from the battle that night, the other party was not easy to deal with either. Although there were also top-notch masters in the Court of Heresy, it would take some time to gather them and send them to Gudilesi. At the same time, His Holiness the Pope had issued a death order to the Court of Heresy — they had to rescue Archbishop Morteris within two weeks.
So in fact, before this deadline, the only top masters that the Temple could find were the eight people and another guy. In terms of manpower, they were not rich, so the Heresy Court had to spend a lot of money to hire the top killer in the Dark World.
With such a luxurious lineup, they could even try to challenge a giant dragon.
There was no way he would fail when dealing with two high-level Magicians.
At least, that was what the dwarf was thinking before he shot the two arrows.
The bodies of Magicians were notoriously weak. They relied on powerful magic power to dominate the battlefield, and Mithril was the number one enemy of Magicians! The Magic Shield that could not be broken by non-junior professions was as fragile as paper in front of Mithril weapons, and the Elemental Armor preferred by high-level Magicians would also be greatly reduced in front of Mithril.
The two short arrows in the dwarf's hands were made entirely of Mithril, without any other metal, and the anti-magic effect was even more amazing.
Coupled with the crossbow made with the top craftsmanship of the dwarves, this dangerous weapon could kill a high-level Magician even if it was held in the hands of a child.
However, it was not enough! Because the opponent he was facing tonight was the most talented monster in the history of human magic. He had become a level-6 quasi-Magician at the age of less than 20, and was almost certain to become a level-9 supreme Magician in the future, the future guardian of the human race.
As soon as he pulled the trigger, Rob had already sensed the danger in advance, and used the fastest speed to erect three ice walls between himself and the crossbow.
Mithril could easily penetrate magic, but the level-1 spell, Ice Wall, could also play a physical role.
Just as the two crossbow arrows shot through the ice walls, Rob's figure disappeared from where he stood.
Along with him, the old assassin also disappeared.
Now!
The old assassin's breath could not help but become hot. He did not think that the guy in front of him would be so difficult to deal with. The opponent seemed to be able to rely on intuition to fight, always able to dodge his attack at the most critical moment, and even the anti-magic arrows that were so close to him could not hurt him.
But just as the dwarf pulled the trigger, the old assassin knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally appeared. In that instant, his aura was completely covered by the powerful killing intent emitted by the two anti-magic arrows. Combined with his movement, at this moment, he really disappeared from this world.
When he reappeared, he had already silently arrived behind the youth, and the two's bodies were almost touching. This time, the old assassin did not hold back, and the dagger in his hand stabbed towards the youth's left waist.
In the next moment, he heard the sound of flesh being cut, and blood spurted out. The old assassin looked down and saw half of a golden spear condensed from magic. This golden spear had appeared behind him out of nowhere, and pierced through his heart.
The old assassin was at a loss. "This … How is this possible? It doesn't make sense at all. How did you sense my presence in that situation? "
"You can't really think that I was fighting with intuition, right?" The future Supreme Magister Your Honor shook his head and revealed the mystery to the old assassin. "I reminded you before that the dagger in your hand is a magic device, and as long as it is a magic device, there will be magical waves. So from the very beginning, I was relying on the dagger in your hand to track you. As long as you are still holding that dagger, no matter how well you hide your aura, it will be useless."
"So … So that's how it is?" The old assassin came to a realization, and the bitter smile on his old face finally froze.
All of this happened in a flash. Seeing that the situation was not good, the dwarf at the side threw away the crossbow, turned around, and ran. He was good at forging all kinds of mechanical weapons and pretending to assassinate like just now. His strength was far inferior to the old assassin's, not to mention that the two of them were not a match for the old assassin. Now that he was alone, he had no courage to resist.
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