Elven History Song

The undisguised panic pace echoed in the narrow corridor. Behind him, a dozen armed men with guns were chasing the white-haired old man in front.

Although he is an old man, his skills are not bad. He had been running away like this for nearly two hours before arriving here, but there were more than twice as many people behind him two hours ago as there were now. Even so, the burden of age on him cannot be easily overcome. After a long period of high-intensity exercise, his physical strength is still not as good as those of young people.

In the darkness, the slight sound of metal falling to the ground was obscured by the sound of overlapping footsteps. The old man suddenly rolled forward with force, and those behind him realized that something was wrong.

The fire and huge impact of the explosion swept through, engulfing the figures of those people. In the choking smoke, the building that had not yet been fully completed shook slightly due to the explosion. Fortunately, this The place is located in a development area in the suburbs, and construction has been suspended for two years due to funding problems. During this period, no one has been taking care of it, so no one will hear the explosion of the grenade just now.

The old man stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his clothes. Those who were chasing him had all been killed by the explosion, and even the corpses fell from the blown hole in the ground to the floor below.

He is the last remaining member of an organization that should be annihilated in the Dark World War. The people who just chased him were sent by the joint organization to eliminate the remnants, but they seemed to have underestimated his strength. He is also a somewhat famous killer in the dark world, and these minions alone are not enough for him to play with.

"Humph."

The old man snorted mockingly, looking at the bodies of the dead people downstairs. A sense of crisis made him subconsciously jump towards the pothole. A flying knife passed through the place where he was just now. If he had not avoided it, the flying knife would have pierced his heart.

"Hoar? Did you avoid it?"

A red-haired man in black night clothes looked down from upstairs, staring at the old man with a pair of cat-like eyes. The old man also looked directly at the man, and the hand behind him had already taken out a modified throwing knife.

An evil smile appeared on the red-haired man's face, and a flying knife came out of nowhere and flew towards the old man. The old man immediately reacted and threw the flying knife in his hand.

The two flying knives collided with each other and both fell to the ground. The red-haired man still has that evil smile on his face

"I didn't expect you, an old man, to be so good."

"Young man, don't be too arrogant."

"Arrogant because of my strength."

Holding the dagger in his hand, a vague figure floated past. The dagger reflected in the moonlight illuminated the shock on the old man's face. What he saw with his eyes was the dagger piercing his right shoulder, and the blood splattered out. The blood stained his coat red. The old man had no time to react. At that moment, he had surpassed humans and reached the level of a successor.

The best thing to do at the moment is also the most helpless thing. The old man immediately grabbed a dagger with his left hand and forced the man's hand holding the dagger away. He seized the momentary gap and retreated back.

The man looked directly into the old man's eyes with unabashed arrogance and confidence. He took out a throwing knife from behind and played with it. His relaxed posture seemed to be that he just retreated just to give the prey a chance to breathe. He enjoys playing with his prey even more.

The old man reluctantly pulled out a small section of the dagger that had penetrated deeply into his shoulder. He briefly checked whether there was any poison on the dagger, and then checked the size of the wound.

The wound was about half as long as a thumb. The front end of the dagger penetrated the joint accurately. If it was not pulled out, the entire right arm would not be able to move. However, if it was pulled out, the severe blood loss would cause him to suffer from excessive blood loss in a short time. And shock.

But at present, the old man has no choice. Once he is unable to use his right arm, he will definitely lose. Even if it is a short-term blood loss, as long as he can kill him before going into shock or escape from here.

With this thought in mind, the old man pulled out the dagger stuck in his shoulder. The man's face still had such a proud expression, as if no matter what choice he made, he would always be able to turn the outcome into the one he hoped for most.

The old man has given up the option of fighting him. Judging from the unconventional raid just now, he is probably a successor. Even if not, his strength is definitely no less than that of the successor. If you continue to fight with him, I'm afraid you will definitely die here. Now I can only use my familiarity with this place to get rid of him.

The old man quickly took out an improved and smaller smoke bomb from his waist and threw it to the ground. A dazzling light burst out from the shell. The old man used this dazzling light to immediately move toward the person behind him who had been blown up before. The old man ran away from the hole, and smoke erupted after the dazzling light, but at this time the old man had already run a long way away, and it was difficult to catch up.

The man shook his head. The bright light had obviously succeeded in temporarily paralyzing his eyes. At this moment, his eyes were still a little blurry, and there were multiple shadows when he looked at the things around him.

The man clicked his tongue in displeasure and rubbed his eyes vigorously. The smoke screen has surrounded the surroundings and carries a strong smell. When escaping, the old man can prick his wounds hard to prevent blood from dripping to the ground and leaving traces. The man did not catch up immediately. Although he was really unhappy that his prey had escaped, he had a way to find where he was. After all, even if he could run again, he would always stop to treat the wound and appear in a crowded place with this wound. The place will inevitably attract attention, and he will not be too far away from here.

"Huh, huh..."

The short breath proved that the old man had reached his limit, and the thick pieces of clothing wrapped around his right shoulder had all been dyed blood red. The old man took out the dagger that the man inserted into his shoulder from a row of short scabbards behind him, and slowly inserted it again along the wound. He tried hard to suppress the slight trembling in his hands to prevent the sharp blade from causing secondary damage to him. This is currently the best way to stop bleeding. Use the item that caused the damage to block the wound again. Although the blood circulation will be temporarily disabled, it can effectively prevent blood loss. Those pieces of clothing have absorbed too much blood, and the old man can only maintain this In this state, go to the hospital or small clinic slowly.

"found it."