fallen devil

Chapter 7 Scene [-] I Awaken in the Flames III
The black-winged raven passed through the thorn forest, shed a few feathers, and landed next to the figure standing on the dead leaves.

Yellow Claw grabbed the man's stained long sleeves tightly, and Raven cleverly lowered his head, croaking next to his ear.After finishing speaking, it happily bit the piece of fresh meat that the man handed over, and swallowed it a few times.

"The number of people is 19, the level does not exceed Lv15, and there is no ambush behind."

"Nice job, old chap."

The pale face has dark gray eyes, the eyes of the pupils reflect the scene of the jungle Rogues, towards a certain logo on their shoulders, the scene is infinitely magnified.

"It's from Mathigal, can that stupid woman..."

He smiled meaningfully, and suddenly the sound of leaves being trampled behind him made him suppress his smile immediately.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the raven on his arm spread its black wings and rushed upwards, disappearing into the shade of the tree in an instant.

"Your stealth is getting better and better, dear Hannick."

While talking, the man twitched the corners of his stiff mouth, and the movements of his hands were not slow at all. The black light coiled like a snake, and spit out letters at his fingertips.

Green vines sprang out from the calm dead leaves, responding to the black light in the man's hand, and rushed towards the person at the same time.

The figure of the black shadow instantly became unreal, and the cold light visible to the naked eye easily cut off the attacking poison ivy. Seeing that the man was in trouble, he waved his hand to signal the poison ivy to go back to the ground.

"go."

He spread his hands with a smirk, and the earth and rocks in front of him were swallowed up by flames in an instant, and the rising flames were like waves, rushing ferociously at the black shadow that had nowhere to escape.

It seemed unnecessary to use the poison ivy to attack the opponent just now, but it was actually to block the opponent's actions.

The man had many experiences fighting assassins, and he accurately grasped the opportunity to activate a "fire storm" that was life-threatening.

The moment the bright yellow flames closed, the man saw the calm posture of the black shadow through the gap, and immediately frowned.

The ice-blue ripples broke through the fire, and large swaths of water mist rose up. The messy ground was only left with open cracks and a few dark gadgets.

"Frost... a trap?"

The man showed a surprised expression for the first time, looking back and forth between the small device and the black shadow with great interest, "Hannick, you are really a genius, the power of Frost is difficult to store, although it is slightly more powerful than traditional trap guards. Not enough, but..."

Before the reward was over, the other party rushed forward unceremoniously, the sharp claws flashing in front of his eyes.

With a flash of light, the two figures intertwined in an instant.

The dull sound of collision dispersed together with the sparks, and the shadow's swift figure slowed down. The "blade claw" in his hand was blocked by the bright sharp claws of the beast. The two exerted their strength, and the ground beneath their feet slowly sank.

"Competing with me?" The man's ridicule was not loud, but it was very clear.

Druid's transformation skill "Werewolf Transformation".

A deep roar rushed towards his face, the man's figure continued to grow taller, the fur of a beast emerged from the torn fabric, and the wolf pupils shining with green light were staring at the short opponent in front of him.

The other ax hidden below silently slammed into the werewolf's lower abdomen, but only pierced a little, and blood slowly flowed down.

The sharp blade was clamped by the opponent's strong muscles, as if stuck in steel.

The black shadow was unmoved, but a hint of deceit appeared in the werewolf's eyes.

Roaring fiercely, the werewolf seized the gap perfectly, and the shadow of the beast's claws enveloped the opponent's body, almost cutting his body open.

The assassin let go of the ax blade resolutely, and dodged the claws of the attacking beast sideways, but the wolf head on the top had obviously been waiting for a long time, as soon as the blood opened, he bit down mercilessly.

Pale lightning suddenly surged from the handle of the ax that was piercing the werewolf's side, a subtle electric arc traveled all over the body, the hair of the werewolf gradually stood up, and the deadly and quick bite was delayed for a moment.

The other party calmly stretched out his hand to touch the werewolf's chest, and a dark green pattern emerged from under the skin.

The demon in the pattern is holding a short dagger, showing his teeth and claws, vicious and vicious.

The werewolf immediately stopped attacking, howled in pain and backed away. His tall figure quickly shrank and returned to its original human appearance.

The hoarse howling gradually subsided, and the shadow assassin raised his black cloak, and the shadow disappeared, revealing a thin, scarred face. He was younger than the druid in front of him.

The man half-kneeled on the ground, his sweat-stained black hair pressed against his face, but the chewing muscles protruding from clenched teeth, and the twisted corners of his mouth were still visible. It was obvious that the man was extremely angry.

"You're just a dog."

Walking up to the man calmly, the assassin uttered a word coldly, grabbed his long hair, and threw his head on the dead leaves.

Blood trickled down the wound, and sweat stuck to his disheveled brown hair, and the druid suddenly let out a maniacal laugh.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

"Yes, I am a dog, but so are you, Hannick, but you are the most loyal mangy dog ​​who can wag your tail at your master!"

He struggled to get up, his laughter gradually hoarse, "What does it matter, the fallen are just street rats, they can only beg to the devil to survive."

Without saying a word, the assassin let go of his hand lightly. The druid swayed and fell backwards. The shadow of his swift leg kicked his head in a flash. His face was covered, and there were a few dead leaves on the ground.

Then his blurred vision was clouded by darkness, and he felt the sole of a boot rub against his face.

"You're just a dog, no matter if it's a human demon or a homeless stray dog."

"Do you still think that you are a hero who goes deep into the enemy's rear with great righteousness? Take a piss and take care of yourself, you are just a piece of trash that everyone wants to beat."

"The light hates you, and the darkness laughs at you. Oh, while devouring Rogge's meat raw, weeping hypocritically and shouting to protect Rogge, awesome! I can't find a funnier clown."

Hannik readily pulled out the axe from his waist, carefully took out the paper, and wiped off the blood.

"Iwamoto Ten, stop thinking about those stupid ideas. Even if you return to Rogge Camp, no matter if it is your little lover or the true love of your heart, they will only abandon you and then send you to the purification of evil. on the stake."

"This is just a warning, your little tricks will be noticed by adults."

"A dog has to be like a dog.

The assassin said a word, kicked the Druid to the ground who had just climbed up, walked away slowly, and disappeared into the shadows in the distance again.

After confirming that the other party left, the dark crow hovering in mid-air flew down again, croaking next to the man who was limp like dead mud.

"Hey, damn it... you still want to save my dog's life."

"I can't feel the humiliation anymore, why am I not dead, old man?"

The gray eyes moved to the crow at the side, the man was panting with difficulty, and the poison ivy in the ground stretched out thin green strips to wrap around the wound on his waist.

"Actually, he was right."

His teeth were visibly trembling, and a tear rolled out of the corner of his dry eye, which quickly slid down and sank into the mud.

(End of this chapter)