Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 195 The Deadly Killer

As soon as Brian rushed out of the room where the fire was burning, his keen ears caught the heavy objects falling from above his head.

Instinctively he dodged sideways, just in time to avoid a burning wooden beam.

Although it didn't hit him, it passed by in a dangerous way. He clearly felt his skin burned by the heat wave, the smell of thick smoke and burnt hair seemed to be blowing straight into his internal organs.

He coughed and blinked, quickly dispelling the sparks and flashes that dazzled him from his vision.

At this moment.

The bustling port city of Abrera was in flames, with smoke and ash spewing from the narrow alleys leading out of the city, and the flames engulfed the tightly clustered houses.

There was also the sound of screams and fierce battles from the docks and harbors to the west, and even the sound of catapults hitting the deck.

The pitch-black sky was almost reflected blood red, the collision of swords and the neighing of war horses sounded like a violent storm, and the shouts of the crowd became even louder. Some people fell to the ground with groans, and some struggled to move forward. .

The fleeing residents were screaming and running, clutching in their arms the valuables they took away when they escaped from their homes. Their houses had been engulfed in flames, and the things in their hands were the only property they could survive.

The smell of gunpowder smoke stimulated the nostrils of the fleeing crowd, and the blood in the alleyway almost made people slip, but they still kept moving forward.

Brian, who had calmed down in the hustle and bustle, did not flee to the port closest to him, because it had long been engulfed in flames and belonged to the place where the battle was most intense.

He knew that if he wanted to leave this purgatory on earth as soon as possible, he could only run through Abrera's east gate.

He deliberately avoided the chaotic crowd, and rushed to the east gate at the fastest speed.

He opened the magic barrier protecting the flames, held his breath, and without hesitation plunged into a narrow alleyway engulfed in thick smoke and flames.

After a while, he rushed out of the shortcut as quickly as possible and arrived at a relatively open square safely and safely.

He saw a dozen guards of various races, a group of city residents holding spears, and more than 20 crossbowmen from the Merchant Guild.

They are a temporary defense line formed by dwarves, elves, halflings, and gnomes to resist the human mob.

The two sides are colliding fiercely.

In the hustle and bustle of the fierce battle, people would fall to the ground and die from time to time.

Brian didn't care about the outcome of the battle, and continued to run away.

At this moment, a group of cavalry turned into a torrent of steel and emerged from the thick smoke with the sound of rumbling horseshoes.

The cavalrymen were all tall and burly, their black armors were so bright that they shone with blood-colored flames, and even the war horses wore black roses fluttering in the wind.

Although there was still a distance between the two sides, the horse was as fast as the wind, and amidst the loud neighing, the horse galloped close to the ground, almost approaching at the maximum speed.

All Xiongjun's war horses lowered their ears, charging like hounds in a paddock.

The expressions of the mob and the guards of the Chamber of Commerce who were fighting fiercely changed drastically, and the fragile line of defense was about to collapse at the touch of the galloping cavalry.

A stream of blood splattered.

The well-equipped riders on horseback showed ferocious smiles, and they excitedly waved the gleaming sharp blades in their hands, mercilessly harvesting all life around them.

In order to be as inconspicuous as possible, Brian hid in a corner, waited for the cavalry to roar past, and continued to flee eastward.

He ran all the way for about half an hour, and finally came to the center of the city, the most populated non-human residential area in Abrela.

It is far away from the port, and it was not engulfed by the ruthless fire as imagined, but unimaginable disasters also occurred.

He saw that in this most densely populated residential area, soldiers from the upper city continued to pour in, blocking the escape intersections and massacring ordinary residents frantically.

This is the so-called massacre?Brian thought timidly.

Within his sight, the doors of all the houses facing the street were wide open, and countless women and children of various races rushed out of them, holding all kinds of strange weapons, and rushed towards the Tasha army.

A furious dwarven woman picked up her pickaxe and struck her foe across the chest and back with the deft touch of a dwarven miner from the mines.

A half-elf woman held a heavy copper pot and smashed the enemy's solid iron helmet, but it was useless, and she was hacked to death with a backhand.

Even children joined in the melee. Some of them held large kitchen knives and slashed at the enemy, while others held stubby sticks and smashed at the enemy.

Relying on their superiority in numbers, they rushed forward together, shouting loudly, completely disregarding the enemy's heavy crossbow shooting, knives and axes, and rushed forward one after another in order to survive.

In a short period of time, it still has a little advantage.

The advantage in numbers means that they often have five or six women surrounding a Tasha soldier at the same time. Even if the one holding the stick is cut down, the one holding the kitchen knife will take the opportunity to cut off his head, and the other will also Take his heavy crossbow, and if you know how to use it, you will immediately raise the heavy crossbow and shoot at the enemy.

Suddenly, the noise mixed with strong longing came from a distance, causing Brian, who looked back, to change his expression greatly.

He saw many naked human refugees pouring into the streets, their hunger for food made them forget their hunger and pain, and they approached the living area with flying steps.

Just as he guessed, the high-level officials of the Tasha Kingdom let countless refugees flood into the city of Abrera, but ignored them, allowing the non-human race to squeeze their last bit of wealth.

Now, the long-standing resentment broke out completely at this moment.

He even spotted many loaded carts mixed in with the refugees.

The moment the canvas of the trolley was lifted, the sharp sword quickly jumped out of the surging revenge fireworks in the angry eyes of the refugees.

The refugees frantically grabbed the weapons on the cart as if they had received orders at the same time.

In an instant, the cries of attackers and victims flooded his ears like a raging ocean wave, shaking the window sashes of the street.

A dwarf was knocked to the ground by a sharp axe, bloody and bloody in the blink of an eye, even the Tasha soldiers who tried to retreat in the melee were not spared, most of them were pierced by spears and trampled to death.

In the densely populated residential area, it turned into a three-way melee. The roaring crowd collided violently. They cursed each other and slashed at each other at the same time. Metal and flesh collided...

In the tragic night.

The sound of the blade cutting through the clothes and muscles, the sound of shortness of breath, the sound of sudden suffocation, the scream of terror, the sound of cursing in a low voice, the sound of the body falling to the ground, and the moan of pain, all mixed together to form A tragic piece of music.

Brian wanted to leave here quickly, but found that his feet were as heavy as lead, his hands were shaking constantly, and he wanted to draw out the sharp sword at his waist uncontrollably.

But he was soberly aware that even if he took action, he would not be able to solve any problems at all.

He tightened his bloodless lips, resolutely chose to avoid the battle, and continued to run towards the east gate.

He avoided the melee crowd as much as possible, and kept shuttling in the streets and alleys.

In the process of fleeing, he accidentally saw many mercenaries headed by the storm mercenary group also mixed in.

These cruel mercenaries did not go into battle blindly, but frequently appeared in various rooms in the living area, searching for wealth and killing people one by one.

In just a moment, under his deliberate suppression, more than 20 mercenaries died by the sword.

In fact, Brian didn't want to be in the limelight, but seeing evil mercenaries massacre innocent civilians was too much for him.

Among them, there was one thing that impressed him the most.

A dozen mercenaries rushed into the house of an elf woman who was about to give birth.

It is incredible that a tiny sprout of life was born on this tragic night.

The fleeing Brian was attracted by the screaming, flesh-red, weak cry of the little life.

Those big innocent eyes were shining with deep purple light.

However, what he saw was a bloody, cruel, and dark night.

What is the baby's mother thinking?

she wept.

Brian could feel the guilt oppressing her: why live?Why let him see this kind of life?After all, everyone hopes that their children will be born in a wonderful and joyful world, in a world full of singing birds and flowers.

However, her child came into this world, full of the noise of fighting and the madness of death...

"Please, take him away."

A motherly call that had been tormented turned into a mournful and heavy moan, echoing in his mind...

"Go and pray to the gods in the sky, Corellon Larethian, he is not only your creator, guardian and ruler, but also the guardian of your life."

In the end, he threw a wooden holy emblem engraved with a crescent moon to the elf mother, and turned to leave.

He crossed a street littered with dead bodies and belongings discarded by fleeing residents.

Unknowingly, an unexpected rope caught his ankle, causing him to fall inertially on the muddy ground.

Brian looked startled and quickly got up from the ground.

Beside him, he found the body of a halfling woman, and beneath her was a halfling child who appeared to have just been born.

The child's eyes were closed, and his hands were still tightly pulling on his mother's clothes. Brian couldn't help but tugged at the child's little hand, but the child didn't move at all. His hands were cold, but there were no wounds on his body.

Judging from the situation, it may be that the mother crushed the child to death in order to protect the child from being beaten to death.

Beside his mother lay a pair of little halfling girls, about the same appearance, with large clotted scars on their necks, and they held hands until they died.

What a fast sword!

Brian sighed secretly.

Not far away, there was a halfling male who looked similar to them. He walked very painfully because his lower body was separated from his upper body.

Just when he was about to get up and leave, there was a loud wolf howl at the end of the alley, and then an elf with two swords rushed over.

He looked extremely embarrassed, with more than a dozen sword marks on his body, and his handsome face was torn apart by sharp claws, almost completely disfigured.

As soon as the elf came closer to Brian, a whistling sharp blade broke through his armor without warning, piercing his heart and creating a bloody hole in his chest.

The gushing warm blood spattered Brian's face, his vision turned into a bloody night scene, and he saw the elf's body lying straight in front of him.

Through the bloody face, he recognized that the elf in front of him was one of the core members of the Council of Elders in Abrera City, and also the most powerful elf ranger.

Now, he died miserably at his feet.

at the same time.

At the end of the lane.

A windless and automatic figure with scarlet messy hair in a gray wool coat suddenly appeared.

I saw him lifting his high boots unhurriedly, step by step, slowly walking towards Brian.

He held a magical long sword that was dripping blood, and on the other hand was a sharp claw that shone with cold light.

There was a metallic luster on the sharp claws, but in Brian's view, his claws were more like natural weapons that grew out.

This terrifying and frightening figure grinned and said, "There's only one left, and my mission is complete."

Brian clenched the hilt of his sword, and stared fiercely at the magic swordsman who was getting closer.

He could feel a kind of emotionless bloodthirsty and cruelty revealed in the eyes of the other predator.

He also knew that he had been completely locked in by the other party.

Between the two, perhaps only one can get out of the lane alive.

This reminded him of a joke that another magic swordsman, Snake Eyes, once told him: If you walk through an alley with your sword and I come from the other side, who can get to you or me? What about the other side?
Unexpectedly, it actually came true, and he actually met a magic swordsman, he thought to himself.

But the difference is that the magic swordsman in front of him is not Snake Eye, but a red wolf who is stronger and crueler than Snake Eye.

Brian's hand gripping the hilt of the sword trembled unconsciously due to tension.

He could feel that this was probably the deadliest enemy he had ever encountered so far.

"Are you the killer they sent? Or is this just a terrible coincidence?" Brian pretended to be calm, showing a slight smile, because he didn't want the killer to get even a sliver of pleasure from his tense expression.

In fact, he was a little confused about one thing.

Why did his name appear on the killer's list, and who was manipulating everything behind the scenes.

However, it doesn't matter who it is.

In his opinion, how could a dead killer pose a threat to him.

"I don't believe there is such a coincidence." As always, his voice was like a dying old wolf, panting heavily and howling in a low voice.

The sound irritated his eardrums as always.

"You could have killed me in the tavern." Brian gradually regained his composure, and said in a relaxed tone, "Unfortunately, you have already lost such an opportunity."

"That would make my victory even sweeter."

The killer's bloody magic sword pointed at Brian's face, "You are a wizard, I am a mutant, our existence is an insult to each other."

"It's hardly an insult."

Brian shook his head slightly, looked at him again, and said sarcastically: "Because I have my own beliefs, you are different. You are just an empty shell that only knows how to use weapons, without any substance inside."

"Very good. As you guessed, every corpse here is from my masterpiece, a perfect masterpiece. Even in the Goblin Wilderness three years ago, even the prince of the Kingdom of West died at my hands, I can still recall his eyes widening in terror as he lay dying."

The killer let out a low, guttural voice, "I can feel the anger in your heart, little wizard, although you are trying desperately to hide it. Draw your weapons, release their desires, and let me know that your so-called magic can't do it s things."

The red wolf Serhe lowered his body, wielding his magic long sword and metallic claws, his pale lips parted, revealing a hungry smile.

Brian relaxed, the sword still in its sheath.

(End of this chapter)