Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Looking at the old goat that was still rustling, Ren's mouth twitched: "Let's put it away, this dead dog is already cold."

The Werewolf Marquis Brewster died very aggrieved, and he didn't have time to show his true strength, but he couldn't blame anyone, he was too mad.

If he didn't come up with a mouthful of talk, but went on full fire, at least he wouldn't rush to the street so quickly.

"Hey, I like this kind of mentally retarded demon cub, this money is too easy to earn." After a few wolf heads, the old goat put Brewster's head away, his tone very proud.

Mrs. Ellie ran all the way while holding the wind chime. She looked at Renn, who was splashed with blood in a bit of surprise, and glanced at the old goat.

"You seem to be very easy to win." Mrs. Ellie's expression was slightly shaken, and her heart was rather restless.

She is not lacking in basic knowledge, and usually two first-tier master-level powerhouses join forces, let alone kill a demon-born marquis in the fourth-tier so quickly, they will not necessarily be able to win.

The combination of witcher and warlock is not as classic as the combination of gunner and wall warrior, shadow warrior and knight, druid and beastmaster.

Renn also took a look at the old goat, chuckled lightly, and said to him: "You are better than I thought."

He knew that the opponent was too eager to use the mid-range plan to advance to Tier 4, but failed. He was wasted for more than 20 years, or he would be promoted to Tier 4 at the age of 30.

Don't underestimate the promotion to Tier 4 at the age of 30. This is already very good. The old goat is just an ordinary wealthy businessman, and he is not a born awakened person.

"Boy, now I know how great this master is? I'm not a fan. Once an elder of the natural school pointed me out for a while, and clearly stated that I could become a sage of heaven..." The old goat raised his eyebrows and began to brag. .

He does have the arrogant capital, the elemental four-fold seal is already very sharp, and the general [Human Formation Warlock] can only be mastered by a fourth-order high, but it is not his real killer.

Renn no longer paid attention to the old goat, who was very badass, and took Mrs. Ellie to hide in a small alley, preparing to ambush the passing enemies.

"I really don't have any ability to appreciate it." Muttered from his mouth, Lao Shan glanced at the thin layer of blood on the ground and jumped onto a densely leafy tree.

The two of them did not swell due to the smoothness in front of them. The battle was very short but fierce. Running the Slaughter Magic Art at full force was very burdensome for Rennes, and the psychic energy in the body was consumed a lot.

Be careful, not to mention that there is no shortage of dark duke-level powerhouses in this battlefield. Even if you encounter the ambush of a few marquis, it is not easy to bear, the demon is also proficient in various cooperation.

Don't forget, they still carry the burden of Mrs. Ellie.

Da Da Da~

Soon, there was a rush of footsteps not far away, and a marquis of the demon race ran to this side in a panic, bleeding from his mouth and nose on his pale cheeks, and his expression was terrified.

Ren in the alley frowned. When he was about to lift the knife to intercept the demon, he heard a soft and moving song like a breeze and rain.

"I have seen unbelievable incidents, and I have seen the sacred tree of Mivius destroyed by blood flames and ignited a raging fire.

I have seen the light of breaking dawn, passing the dark and deep night of the'Morrowan Plain', the signal before dawn.

But all these moments will disappear in time, just like...tears...in the rain.

The moment of death... has arrived."

With this dreamlike soft aria reverberating in the bloody fog of the night, everything seemed to be still, only the dim moonlight was gently flowing.

Huh~

The breeze gently blew the night sky, and the demon marquis's pace of fleeing suddenly stagnated, and the tall and burly body fell to the ground with a puff, splashing a cloud of dust.

There was still fear in his expression, and blood was bleeding on his pale face. In a sense, he was even more unlucky than the werewolf Brewster. He only had the strength of Tier 4, but he touched a large man who was only a short distance from the temple level. enemy.First Floor Novel Network www.16txt.com

This voice is a bit familiar, Ren probably knows whose handwriting is, so he didn't pay attention to the comer. Out of curiosity about the singer's career, he used the aura of stars to perceive the dead demon.

"This……"

A gleam of shock appeared on his face, and he found that the muscles and blood vessels of the demon marquis's body were rotten, and the bones were cracked into countless small pieces.

It can be said that this demon is only bleeding from the seven orifices on the surface, but in fact, apart from the source of his power, the hardest magic stone in his head, he has almost no whole body intact.

Under this veritable sound of death, his internal organs were almost shattered into a pile of fleshy flesh, even if the demonite's vitality was tenacious, but such a terrible injury was naturally cold.

The person responsible for all this quickly surfaced. He was wearing a gray windbreaker, matching a black and white uniform, and a soft hat with a badge.

The person who came was a senior deacon in the seventh game, very young, with purple temples and green pupils, handsome, exuding poetic temperament, it was Eddie Moldred.

Wearing white gloves, he put the body of the demon in the storage ring and swept around: "The friend on the tree, and the lady in the alley, two, won't you come out to say hello?"

"This situation is the second time." Rein walked out carrying the knife slightly depressed, and complained.

A strange color appeared in Eddie's eyes, which was very rare. His sound wave detection and listening skills had failed. He had only sensed Mrs. Ellie in the alley, but he hadn't noticed the existence of Ren.

"You are special, I didn't notice you before." Eddie looked at Renn with a strange gaze, it was difficult to hide his perception.

He can even listen to people's heartbeats from a long distance, such as the one on the tree, even if he uses a breath masking technique, he can detect it.

Ryan, who was a little depressed, didn't reply, he could actually act as an assassin.

"It turns out that it's you guy, it's really disappointing." The old goat jumped from the tree and said to Eddie with an unhappy expression.

He is not surprised that the other party can find him. [Singer] is a very special class. If you are not an assassin class at the same level, don't think about sneaking on them.

"I thought that a fat sheep came to die. It turned out to be your prey, which made me happy." The old goat snorted, and he obviously knew each other.

Eddie stretched out his hand to hold the hat on his head, and said very politely: "Haha, I'm sorry, I will delay you. Let's talk another day, I have something to go ahead."

As soon as the voice fell, he took a few steps and disappeared into the night like a breeze. The art master was bold, and with his strength, even if he encountered the dark duke, he could deal with it.

The five ranks of singers are, rank 1 [drummer], rank 2 [singer], rank 3 [bard], rank 4 [master of recitation], rank 5 [soul chanter].

This class is very special. It uses special sound waves or rhythms with psychic powers as a means of attack. Like the [Druid], the upper and lower limits of the strength of the same rank are a bit large, weak and very weak, and strong. A career that relies on personal talent.

Ren and the old goat looked at each other and chose to continue to ambush.

They also want to take the initiative to attack, but defeating and killing are two different things. The old goat has been unable to use the Elemental Quadruple Seal in a short time, and the demonite has a strong vitality and its ability to escape is even better. It is difficult to kill without a sneak attack.

As for hunting those earl-level demons, neither Renn nor the old goat are interested. In terms of price, ten dark earls are not as good as one marquis.

"Madam, compared to this one, you are still far behind." In the hidden alley, Renne whispered softly, and at the same time exuded the atmosphere of stars to envelop him and Madam Ellie.

He almost forgot just now that the old goat still has a technique to cover his breath, but Mrs. Ellie has no hidden skills.

Mrs. Ellie, who is also a [singer] professional, made red lips: "In the future, I will be as strong as him!"

"That's great, I don't need a vase." Renn said lightly.

A force, it is best to have a singer, unless the other party is valuable, he would not bother to take her.