This chapter is now made up for something and will be repaired tomorrow.

It has affected everyone's reading. I'm really sorry. I'm busy this day except in the morning, afternoon and evening. I'm so angry.

Caen escaped from the effect of the Blue Dream Melancholy Magic Potion and heard the fighting sounds in the room next door of Roland. After using Blue Dream Melancholy Potion, people are easily intoxicated and their moods are ups and downs. I don’t know when tonight, but it is difficult to detect the movements around me.

This time he was too careless and thought he could have a good rest when he returned to the town. He didn't even do the most basic vigilance. If, if his luck was not so good, he just came. Or if someone else just assassinated himself...

Caen was scared for a moment. He secretly warned himself to remember the lesson this time.

The middle-aged assassin looked at Caen with a frown. He weighed his opponent's strength in his heart. After a period of fighting, he was injured and his strength had declined. Opposite was a ranger who had just entered the fifth grade of the Black Iron Level, and with a fourth grade of the Black Iron Level, who had suffered serious injuries and reduced combat power. It was not easy for him to solve the two of them.

Do you want to leave?

The assassin's heart shook, and he quickly shook his head. Before he could fight, everything was unknown. Besides, if he just returned empty-handed, the eldest Monroe would not let him go.

At this time, a murderous intent locked him in his mind, interrupting his thoughts. The ranger opened his bow and the ice element quickly gathered, and an ice crystal arrow condensed, and the arrow flashed with the blue of the frost and came out of the string.

The assassin hurriedly avoided. The ice arrow shot at his feet and was deeply embedded in the hotel wooden boards, which were immediately covered with a layer of frost.

The assassin simply stopped thinking about it and rushed towards the ranger with a dagger.

Caen circulated his bloodline power, and a blue light flashed by. The "wind" gave him extremely fast degree and reaction ability. In the narrow space, he moved around, elemental arrows chasing the sun and the moon, and shot straight at the middle-aged assassin.

Roland was exhausted and unable to fight. He simply hid aside and frostted his wounds with ice to stop the bleeding and the worsening of injuries. He used the magic potion that Caen threw to him, meditated cross-leggedly, while quietly paying attention to the battle beside him, while nervously restoring his spiritual strength.

With a "ding" sound, the assassin jumped between the shadows and soon came to his body. Caenzo blocked the bow. He took out the dagger from his waist with his left hand and fought with the assassin.

You should know that rangers also need very high combat skills. If there are no diverse and strange bloodline martial arts, just in melee combat, rangers are not afraid of any knight profession.

Bloodline martial arts: Phantom dagger!

The assassin's dagger raised overlapping shadows in the void, densely packed with the ranger's vision.

The dagger came out of his hand, as if it was covered with the sky and the earth, and each handle seemed to exist. It was full of cold light and full of death.

Caen circulated his bloodlines, and his power gathered on his eyes. A blue light flashed, and Caen's eyes were shining with a glimmer of light, which was quite eye-catching in the darkness.

He stared at the dagger that was coming towards him and searched carefully in the phantoms. The dagger was as fast as lightning, and several meters of space arrived in an instant.

Found it!

Caen raised his dagger, stared at the target, blocking it. Dagger shadows passed through Caen without leaving any trace.

His dagger accurately found the target, and the crisp sound of metal hitting the dagger landed.

Before Caen could take a moment of rest, the middle-aged assassin had approached, with the dagger in his hand at both left and right, sometimes up and down, and his pace was fast. He had no hope that the magic dagger could pose any threat to the ranger, and the attack hidden behind him was his purpose.

Caen's face changed drastically. He had no time to block the attack. He could only fight to the elemental power in his body, freezing his body partially, and the ice appeared in front of the middle-aged assassin's dagger like a middle-aged assassin.

A crisp sound was made on the ice, and the ice was broken into a gap. The flesh and blood mixed with ice crystals and splashed everywhere.

Caen groaned, kicking the middle-aged assassin away with one kick, preventing the assassin from continuing to attack. He took two steps back, and the frost freezes the wound.

The assassin continued to bully himself forward, and suddenly, a fire light appeared in the aftermath of his vision. He hurriedly retreated, and a fireball hit the place where he was standing, charred the floor.

Roland stood up slowly, staring at the assassin with his staff.

The assassin's eyes shrank suddenly. He knew that he had no chance to kill these two people. He didn't care about fearing Monroe's punishment and turned around and was about to run away.

"Want to run?"

Seeing the assassin's body suddenly retreating, he wanted to run towards the window. The ranger raised his huge bow and a cold arrow shot on the window. The ice crystals in the window spread and were quickly completely covered.

The assassin stabbed the ice crystal, and cracks suddenly appeared in the ice crystal, and it seemed that it could not hold on for a few times.

But even so, the Ice Arrow has successfully stopped the assassin from escaping and exposed his back to the mage and ranger.

"Second-order Perfect Magic: Maxwell's Meteor!"

The low, difficult-to-mouthed, weird spell sounded in the narrow space and fell again. Then, five fireballs burning with blue-red flames slowly rotated around Roland.

The middle-aged assassin felt the rich sense of danger behind him, covering his whole body, his hair shivered and he turned around in a hurry.

Fireballs jumped and the light of death flew towards him. The middle-aged assassin had no time to dodge, so he could only protect his hands with his hands, and the fireballs fell on him one by one.

The flames burned wildly where the assassin stood, and a pungent smell of flesh and blood came from there.

After seeing clearly, the middle-aged assassin was half kneeling on the floor in the flames. His arms were hanging weakly, his muscles were burnt, almost only bones were left, and his body was pitch black.

The middle-aged assassin coughed out with blood. He almost didn't even have the strength to stand up now. The flames burned the internal organs, and every slight movement made him feel hot and painful.

Roland and Caen walked up to him and looked down at him. Caen looked a little sympathetic in his eyes, exposing his back to a fire mage who was known for explosive power, and also took all the damage from meteors. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

The middle-aged assassin was full of regret at this time. If he tried his best to kill the mage from the beginning; if he was attacked by a last attack when the ranger arrived and dropped the dagger; if he did not flee in a hurry just now, he rushed forward to fight, kill the injured mage or look for an opportunity to escape.

However, there is no if. The middle-aged assassin suddenly remembered what the regiment commander Monroe said to him before: "There is no complete solution. The assassin's way is to live to death and seek opportunities to survive in death."

The middle-aged assassin sighed in his heart. He shook his head slightly and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!