"Sure enough, you have some strength. It seems that I have underestimated you, but you are not my opponent. Go to hell!" Pushkin's space bag flashed, and a gold-level two-handed sword appeared in his hand, and the tip of the sword appeared A glimmer of fire.
"Fire Flame Slash!"
A powerful flame turned into an arc and blasted towards Ron.
"Bone armor!"
Ron couldn't dodge in time, and he could only learn the skill that an intermediate necromancer could learn. A layer of bone armor appeared on his body, which was growing crazily, covering his whole body in an instant.
"Boom..." a sound.
Ron braced himself to receive a Fierce Slash, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew far away.
"Ron!"
Catherine exclaimed, she caught him in mid-air with a flash, "Ron, are you okay!"
"I'm fine, you go!" Ron said.
"No! How could I leave you alone!" Catherine disagreed.
"Go! We can't beat him!"
"Do not!"
"You don't have to go, leave it to me!" At this moment, with a wild laugh, Pushkin rushed forward again.
Seeing Pushkin pounce, a smile appeared in Ron's eyes.
"Poisoned Bone Dagger!"
A cyan shadow suddenly flew out of Ron's arms. Pushkin couldn't dodge in time and was stabbed in the abdomen. However, with his strong body, the "Poison Tempered Bone Dagger" naturally couldn't stab it.
"No, this thing is poisonous!" Shocked, Pushkin frowned.
At this moment, the injured Ron suddenly picked up Catherine, his body rose into the air, and fell into the dark river with a "crash-".
Pushkin, who was mobilizing his fighting spirit to force the poison, could not act and had to watch them leave helplessly.
"Damn it! They escaped!" Pushkin was extremely depressed. He underestimated Ron's strength, and he couldn't imagine that a necromancer like useless wood could actually hurt himself.
Especially the poisonous dagger at the last moment saved Ron's life. If Pushkin continued to pursue him, the poison on the dagger would spread all over his body. If he didn't pursue him, he would have to let them go.
Faced with such a dilemma, Pushkin naturally chose to save his life. After all, nothing is more important than his own life.
Pushkin's wound was black, and the black poisonous blood kept oozing out and dripping onto the ground. However, the mere poison could not trouble Pushkin. After calming down, he quickly dispelled the poison with the flame fighting energy.
"Dangling—" With a sound, a bony dagger-like object fell from Pushkin's body and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Damn, when did this guy hide a dagger on his body!" Pushkin cursed in his heart, bent down to pick it up, but when his hand just touched the dagger, the dagger immediately flew away with the wind, leaving no trace.
The "poison-tempered bone dagger" is an attack method formed by undead magic, not a real thing.
"Disappeared?" Pushkin was stunned. "It's strange, what is this thing? Also, is the guy who summoned the skeleton a necromancer? Why is it so powerful?"
Pushkin scratched his huge head, puzzled, and smiled wryly for a long time, "Go back, I'm afraid I will be scolded by the boss again!"
The boss that Pushkin was talking about was the patriarch of the Salter family, Gale. He was known for being strict and strict. However, during this turmoil, he was inadvertently attacked by Catherine and suffered minor injuries. However, as a master-level powerhouse He quickly recovered. If it wasn't because of Jordyn's distraction, Catherine would have no chance to escape.
Salter family, meeting hall.
The hall was already full of people. The family had been passed down for dozens of generations, and people with some reputation in the family also came out. There were dozens of people. The woman was lying on top of him, crying non-stop.
The patriarch was attacked by someone, Master Qiaoding was killed, and the guards of the clan were killed or injured. No one would have thought that such a big thing happened in the family. This is not a big deal. The most important thing is that the two assassins It's just a "soldier" level powerhouse, such a low-level strength is nothing in the eyes of those people, but it is precisely because such a person succeeded in a sneak attack and retreated, which is no less than ruthless in the face of the Salter family. He slapped hard.
The patriarch Galiel is sitting in the middle. He is about sixty years old, sitting in the middle like a god, with a calm and majestic expression. He was once one of the generals of the Holy Roman Empire and made great contributions to the Holy Roman Empire. Due to his age, Only then retreated.
Patriarch Jialie showed a rare dignified look on his face. He was not worried about his injury. He had healed that minor injury long ago. He was not worried about Jordin's death either. He was only one of the heirs, but There are many people in the Walter family who are qualified to inherit the position of patriarch, and he does not owe him one.
Jia Lie was angry, very angry. He knew very well that what happened in the family today could not be hidden from others. In one day, the scandal in the Salter family would spread to the streets and alleys of the imperial capital. Forget it, it's not a big deal, but the real danger is whether those forces in the imperial capital will underestimate the strength of the Salter family from this matter, which is the most deadly.
When Pushkin stepped into the conference hall, dozens of pairs of eyes were fixed on him, staring at him with horror.
Pushkin shook his fat body, walked up to the patriarch Galey, and smiled all over his face, but before he could speak, Galey asked, "Where's the man?" His cold voice was emotionless.
"Uh... uh... this... this..." Pushkin murmured for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said, "Master Patriarch, his subordinates are incompetent and were run away by those two assassins."
"What? Run away?"
"Simply incompetent!"
"A dignified master at the division level actually let two strong men at the soldier level run away!"
The people in the conference hall started to shout, and some of them were against the Galyet faction. They took the opportunity to make trouble. Everyone knew that Pushkin was Galyet's youngest brother and his confidant.
The entire conference hall was noisy, like a vegetable market.
Gale's mouth twitched a few times.
"Shut up!" He slammed the chair and said angrily, "Isn't it messy enough?"
Intimidated by Jialie's master-level strength, the voices in the crowd immediately fell silent, and the words of the patriarch Jialie were still very effective in the Salter family.
"Pushkin, you resign as head of the family guards yourself!" Jialie said slowly, but his tone was unquestionable.
"Yes, thank you, patriarch!" Pushkin understood that his elder brother, as the patriarch, had already saved face for him, and he was very worthy of him for not dismissing him on the spot.
Like the family guard group of the Salter family, there are at least a few thousand people. In addition to those in the family, it also includes guards in various industries around the family. The power is extremely powerful, and Pushkin is unwilling to let go from the bottom of his heart, but Now, everyone knows that the two juniors escaped calmly from him, and he has no face to stay as the head of the family guard group any longer.
Pushkin didn't say a word, and after a salute, he automatically retreated to the last corner of the chamber, and no one was interested in looking at him again.
In the hall, there was only one person who cast a sympathetic look at him. She was Godelie, a genius girl from the Salter family. Pushkin had watched her grow up and had a very good relationship with her.
Jia Lie looked around for a week and asked slowly, "What's going on today? Who knows the identities of these two people? Are they in the same group?"
The most urgent task now is to figure out what's going on.
"Report to the patriarch, I have something to say!" A tall and thin figure stood up, and Gallie took a closer look. It was Shatkes, the chief executive of the Salter family, who was in charge of all the internal affairs of the family. People are extremely careful in doing things, and even remember the names of the servants in each branch of the clan clearly.
Shutkes married a woman from the Salter family. In Gallet's eyes, he was not considered a direct descendant of the family, so he always disliked him.
"Say it!" Gallie said lightly.
Shutkes cleared his throat and said, "Report to the patriarch, through my investigation, I can basically confirm the identity of the girl who attacked you!"
"Oh?" Gallie was slightly taken aback, surprised that Shatcus found the news so quickly, after all, the incident happened not long ago.
"Who is she?" Gallet asked in a deep voice.
"She comes from an organization named 'Darkness'!" Shutkes said in a deep voice, he reached out and took out something from the interspatial bag, and handed it to Jialie, "I found one at the place where you were attacked, Lord Patriarch. According to the shape of this brooch, it can be roughly inferred that it came from the Kingdom of Ebia, and its workmanship and style clearly illustrate this point!"
"Kingdom of Ebia?" Gallet was taken aback for a moment, he remembered, and finally remembered, about thirteen years ago, the Holy Roman Empire launched a war against the Kingdom of Ebia, the war lasted for three full years, and finally , The Kingdom of Ebia was defeated, and the king burned himself in the palace. From then on, there was no Ebia Kingdom on the Noah continent, and it was incorporated into the territory of the Holy Roman Empire.
In that war, it was Patriarch Gallet who commanded that protracted war as the commander. He also obtained great political benefits from this war, and thus became the Duke of the Holy Roman Empire.
However, after the war, the Restoration Movement of the Kingdom of Ebia was repeated from time to time. One of the most famous organizations is "Darkness". Needless to say, the assassination was also planned by them. As the former coach, Jia Lie was also one of the targets of the assassination by the "dark" organization.
"Hmph, so it's the remnants of Ebia!" Jialie snorted heavily, "It's been so many years, and they still haven't given up!"
The Kingdom of Ebia was an independent country a long time ago, earlier than the establishment of the Holy Roman Empire. It existed in the era of the ancient Roman Empire. Because of its extremely important strategic position, the Holy Roman Empire ignored the opposition of neighboring countries. Resolutely sent troops, conquered this country, and incorporated the land of Ebia into the territory of the Holy Roman Empire.
The Holy Roman Empire also knew that it was wrong, and deliberately downplayed this matter, letting it gradually fade away over time. As for the "dark" organization, in the eyes of the Holy Roman Empire, it would not be able to achieve any success, nor would it be able to make any big waves.
Between countries, strength is the last word. Without strength, there is naturally no reason at all.