Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 398 Assassination

“General, you... Are you all right..." A guard who turned dizzy and just climbed out of the ground remembered his duty and fell and ran to Claude.

Claude was about to respond, and in a blink of an eye he saw a bright light flashing in the air, and the guard standing in front of him had a terrible crack from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, as if he had been struck by an ax.

“Uhh...” The guard didn't even scream, fell back to the ground, stomped twice before moving, the blood gushed out of the wound on his chest...

“Windblade technique!” Claude was astonished and immediately remembered this legendary battle spell and was attacked by a magician himself, who, although not sure why, is now at a critical juncture in his life and death.

Me, what should I use, Claude? This is finally a little sober, magical flying arrow. Claude looks at the revolver in his hand. Oh, I remember, he's got an energy shield. It's a life-saving spell that the magician has to fight. At this moment, Claude has had to expose himself as a magician, hastily using his powers to activate the basic spells imprinted in the structure of the second six stars of the meditative spiritual space, ready to give himself an energy shield first.

“Enemy... enemy attack!” The next three guard soldiers have climbed up and seen their colleagues die on the ground. It is not clear what is happening is a sudden attack. The soldier in front knelt on one foot with a gun in his hand and was ready to fire at the man in front. It was only when he pulled the trigger that he realized that the shock wave from the explosion of the fireball that had just landed on the carriage blew up half the carriage, knocking them off the guards as well, and extinguishing even the fire rope that lit on the gun in his hand...

Just as the guard retrieved the gun and clamped it under his arm and pulled out the stone to rekindle the flame rope, a long blue arrow flashing with water burst into him from a distance, the arrow was mostly stabbed into his chest and turned into a fresh water, mixed with blood from his body and splashed out. The guard dropped the gun, covered the wound of his chest and fell soft on the ground.

It's... it's water arrow! Claude shivered so easily he put an energy shield on himself that he finally set his mind. It's just that he doesn't understand what he's doing, and there will be so many magicians coming to his trouble. Fireball, wind blade, water arrow, that's not something a magician can release, because no magician would choose three attack spells with different attributes. Normal magicians only choose attack spells that are similar to their own magical gift attributes to enhance the power and effect of spells, such as Claude's Magic Flying Arrow, which has no attributes.

The latter two guards were the same as the guard in front of them, one with the fire rope out and the other with the fire rope broken and had to be rekindled in order to fire. At this moment, as soon as the guard in front fell down, the guard who was about to change the fire rope mounted the bayonet directly, and as soon as he stood up, he rushed up to cover the companion next to him who was lighting the fire rope.

At a distance of more than a dozen steps, the guards carrying the bayonet's gun and facing the fog stabbing the two men. At this time, those who are still so close on a large scale must be in bad hands. As a result of the sacrifice of two of his companions, the assault guard was filled with anger, and the stab had exhausted his full strength.

The two men in front saw the guard's attack and assassination, but the man in front of him was not panicked and was still in front of him. Instead, the man next to him stopped, lifted his hand and began to read his words.

“Kill!” the guard burst out a shout, but he was surprised, as if a thin film appeared in front of the bayonet, resisting his sprint. The blade was less than an inch away from the body of the person in front of him, but could not be stabbed in any way.

The guard immediately stunned there, at this moment he had not yet figured out what was going on, but saw the person opposite him with a slight smile on his face, the broad gray robe flashed, his eyes darkened, he fell into eternal darkness.

Claude could see clearly, and the shadow fingered in front of him, and a long wooden prick penetrated the head of the guard. And the man in the back had stopped reciting, and he lifted his right hand and a clear light of water appeared again, flashing away, and the soldier in the back who had just lit the fire rope was about to clip it to the medicine box had a blood hole in his face, and the ungullible servant fell to the ground, and the blood stained a large area of land.

All this happened in a few short moments, Claude cracked his eyes and pulled the trigger so desperately, he found it so heavy that he couldn't pull it off. Claude, that reminds me that I haven't twisted that safety switch.

Two grey robes quickly arrived in front of Claude, just four or five meters away, when most of the dust rising from the explosion subsided, basically seeing the opposite scene.

“Just him? A hundred thousand kilograms worth of shields... this bounty is great.” The gray robe figure at the front was a middle-aged man, and he looked carefully at Claude's general uniform and laughed.

Claude raised the revolver gun, which had turned on the safety switch, to the middle-aged man in the gray robe, but the middle-aged man in the gray robe did not panic at all, and continued to chat with the gray man in the back: “Did you say he was scared by us? Did he forget the short slip he had taken and didn't put a fire rope on it to scare us? ”

Claude looked calmly at the two gray men in front of him: "Who asked you to kill me..."

The middle-aged man in the grey robe laughed: "For what it's worth to you, I'll make you understand. King McKid III of the Kingdom of Hicks entrusted us with a reward of 100,000 kilograms of shields for your head. Now do you understand, you can die...”

The middle-aged man in the grey robe raised his fingers to Claude, but Claude did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

“Bang!” a gunshot sounded, white smoke rose from the revolver, and Claude saw a clear bubble flash in front of the middle aged man in the gray robe and immediately crumbled away, while the middle aged man's forehead in the gray robe appeared a finger thick black hole, his body stiff, then fell backwards and fell to the ground.

“Ah!” The sharp scream sounded, and the gray robe masked man in the back made a woman's voice, a sorceress. She immediately raised her right hand to Claude and began to meditate on something. Perhaps she agreed that Claude only had a short shot, so she stood in front of Claude without concern.

It was another “bang”, the magician's eyes filled with unwillingness, silence as atheism and darkness, fell to the ground as well.

“Damn, he's got two shorts.” In the distance another grey robe shouted his hand at Claude, who watched as a shining blade of clear light appeared in the air in front of him, hitting himself before he could escape.

The colorless energy shield appeared in front of Claude, like the bayonet of the guard who had suffered the onslaught in the dead middle aged man's gray robe, blocking the blade of light that came out of the sky, except that the bubbles of the energy shield had a bright flash of light that seemed to break quickly.

“Damn, how did he get an energy shield?” The grey robe magician with the blade of the wind stunned, and the shadow that was about to rush up stopped. Claude's left hand twisted the hammer, his right hand turned the gun and shot the Grey Robe magician, but this gun didn't hit the Grey Robe magician at all, and the bullet slipped through his thigh.

Grey Robe Magician shocked: “His gun can be fired continuously...”

Turning to escape, Claude has rapidly broken down the hammer, fired, then broken down the hammer, fired. Two shots in a row, one in the left shoulder of the Grey Robe Magician, one in the vest, and the Grey Robe Magician's servant fell to the ground and struggled.

And there was a fireball magician, and Claude's eyes turned to the original fireball magician's position, which was empty and empty. I swept around, and this part of the street was empty, and there was screaming * groaning * groaning * next to the semi-cutter.

Claude walked around the carriage with a revolver and saw a dead horse on the right side of the carriage and two bloody guards. They were luckier than the four guards on the left that the moment the fireball hit the carriage exploded, they were seriously injured, unlike the four guards who were pulled off the horse by the blast shock wave and then killed by the magician when they woke up.

The wagon man was dead, he was the worst, and the moment the fireball hit the wagon exploded, he was torn apart and left with only one broken leg in the wagon seat. Claude looked up in front of the carriage and remembered that he still had six guards to settle the dispute over the road blockage ahead, which should have reacted back and forth.

It's just that Claude's heart feels a little cold when he sees the six-guard soldier in his own blood, and three equally dressed grey robes are coming to his side...

“Pfft," Claude shook behind his back, and the bubbles of the energy shield flashed again. When I turned around, it was the magician in the grey robe who set the ball on fire who had sometime appeared at the entrance of the alley, 20 to 30 meters apart, pointing one finger at himself, and a colorless arrow flew toward me continuously.

He also fired a magical flying arrow, but as a zero-order spell, it was obvious that Claude's energy shield could not be helped. Claude raised his hand to aim and the Grey Robe Mage flashed. “Bang” shot, the gray robe magician screamed, his right leg turned, the blood burst out and rushed into the alley. Claude broke the hammer again, pulled the trigger, but it came with an empty sound.

The bullet in the revolver had run out, Claude hurried to touch the new reel filled with bullets in the small bag in the waist, touched a reel, folded the revolver apart, took down the empty reel, was about to put the new reel on, and remembered that there was a small piece of bone in the back of the new reel, so he threw the empty reel on the ground, emptying his fingers and pulling away the small piece of bone inserted behind the new reel, which was the only way to mount the new reel on the revolver.

Just as Claude was replacing his new wheel, the three grey robes who came from the carriage had used two rounds of spell on Claude. Claude ignored it, though, and he would have to gamble his energy shield against the magic attacks of the three Grey Robes magicians coming in front of him.

In fact, he gambled correctly, two of the gray robes were cast by magical flying arrows, and Claude's back was resisted by an energy shield for two consecutive rounds. Another grey robe magician gave a wind blade, and when it hit, the bubbles of the energy shield flashed again rapidly, indefinitely, seemingly about to break, but still persisted.

“The energy shield on him is a first-order spell scroll. Break this energy shield first and you can kill him!” The mage, who had escaped into the alley to set the ball on fire, was still hiding in the corner of the wall, shouting loudly at three of his companions who had come forward.

Claude won't care about him, and now that he's loaded, he's not afraid of the three grey magicians who came forward. Turn around, kneel down, break the hammer with your left hand, then hold your right hand. Straighten your right hand, grip the revolver, aim, pull the trigger, and fire.

It was a duel less than twenty meters away, Claude against three Grey Robe Magicians. Just moments after Claude opened fire, another round of magic from the three magicians was released. Two wind blades and an arrow, all first-order spells.

“Bang!” Strike the hammer, aim, fire. “Bang...” then hit the hammer, aim to fire...

Claude fired almost all six rounds of revolver bullets out of his breath, the first being the grey robe magician in the middle, who fell on the floor with a backlash. Then the second unlucky man on the left, a slightly smaller grey robe magician, was shot twice because he was ready to do another spell after the first shot, Claude didn't give him a chance, and the second shot hit him again in the chest and finally let him fall.

The slim grey robe magician on the right cost Claude three bullets because he wanted to escape. Looks like the grey robe magician had a little nerve, and when he found out that his two companions had been shot by Claude, he turned around and pulled his leg, despite the fact that his archery had already hit Claude.

Because he was Claude's last target, the first shot Claude hit his left thigh because the wounded muzzle was shaking and missed. Seeing this grey robe magician still running away with his legs, leaving his back to himself, Claude did not fail the good intentions of the enemy, sinking his heart to hold his breath, aiming steadily at the fire, and the last bullet knocked the target to the ground.

Claude didn't get the benefit either. When the first wind blade hit Claude, Claude's energy shield struggled for a while, but when the second wind blade hit Claude again, the energy shield broke. At the same time, the aftermath of the second wind blade also affected Claude's aim, leaving an inch long wound on Claude's left arm, so that the second shot missed the point of the short grey magician on the left that he had to make up for it.

Fortunately, however, the timid grey robe magician on the right was shaking his fingers to Claude because of the impact of his two companions being hit, so that the slightly slower arrow did not go into Claude's chest, but slanted into Claude's right abdomen.

If he was bolder, and immediately followed by a magical flying arrow, maybe Claude was the one who died. But he was timid, and two of his buddies were shot down and didn't even have a sound, so he turned around and ran, so that Claude had enough time to aim and fire, but it could be said that Claude's last three shots were fired after enduring tremendous pain...

Claude covered his right abdomen with his left hand and was shot by a water arrow. The revolver of his right hand also fell to the ground, leaving him powerless and almost numb. At this point he knew there was a grey robe magician behind the fire ball hiding in the alley, but Claude had no strength to give himself another energy shield spell, or pick up a revolver and replace it with a new reel full of bullets...

Hard to turn his head slowly, Claude's eyes glanced at the gray robe magician hiding at the corner of the alley, and a red light in his hand was slowly shaping into a bigger and bigger fireball.

Claude suddenly wanted to laugh, and this grey magician who set the ball on fire was supposed to be in pain by now. If he knew that two wind blades would crush the energy shield on Claude, and then Claude would lose both of those three grey robe magicians in front of him, he would never put a second-order attack spell on the back.

It's simple, when he can kill Claude with a magic arrow, why take the time and effort to release the burst fire balloon, still worried about Claude's energy shield...

When the light in the corner of his eyes saw this grey robe magician's hand flashing and throwing the fireball at him. Claude gritted his teeth and pounded forward with agony. Then he felt the heat and shock behind him, he flew up from the ground and was thrown four or five meters away, and just before all the minds fell into the dark, Claude seemed to hear two gunshots...