Torre's body was churning with energy and blood, and his arm was sore and numb from the force of the counter-shock from the Yuanli sniper bullet that slashed Lan Qi. The heart beat twice, and it seemed that what was sucked into the nostrils was not air, but flames. Torre only felt dry mouth and nose, knowing that it was a sign that the source power was about to be exhausted.
People fall to the ground.
At this moment, heat rose from the soles of the feet. He looked down in horror, only to see a round of Yanyue rising from the ground, coming straight to his heels!
First, he was forced to jump up by the firepower of Xiaoton and the soldiers, and in the special environment of being unable to move in mid-air, he was forced to fight head-on with Lan Qi's sniper bullets. Torre is now at his weakest time, so how could Allen let go of such a good opportunity. Using the remaining source power, he drew the fangs and blades, and cut out an orange flame crescent to go straight to Torrey.
Torrey had no choice but to curse secretly. Barely moving his numb and sore wrist, the long sword pressed down and bumped into Yanyue.
Yanyue shattered and exploded a few minutes faster than he imagined, and the shock wave from the explosion caused Torre to groan and spurt blood, and he flew out with a sword. Instead of being surprised, Torre was overjoyed, as soon as he hit the ground, he took advantage of the night and the mountains to escape.
Flowing flames flew in the air, and a cold light flickered in the flying flames.
In Torre's eyes, a flame suddenly exploded. After the flames, there was a scream, the aura of the sword was overwhelming, and something flashed towards him.
This is what Alan is really killing!
Unfortunately, it was too late to realize this. Torre's chest felt cold, and he watched helplessly as a dagger pierced through the air strike and pierced deeply into his heart. The astonishing vigor carried on the dagger shattered his fragile protective source, sending the chill of death into his heart. Torrey felt that the last trace of source power in his body was sucked away by something, and then his whole body became light.
After the starry universe above the head circled for a while, everything returned to black silence.
With a plop, his still warm body fell to the ground. The devil's praise was deeply rooted in his chest, continuing to taste the blood in his heart.
Shorten's knees gave way, and he knelt down on the ground and took a deep breath.
A level 15 engraving master, with their joint efforts, finally got his revenge on the spot.
It took a while for Allen to regain some strength, and walked over to pull the devil praise from Torrey's body. Only a pitiful mist of blood sprayed out from the wound, and as for Torre's blood essence, most of it was sucked away by the devil's praise. Although it is not comparable to the blood of the king snake, it also makes up for the consumption of using the blood blade burial last time.
"Let's go." Allen said in a slightly hoarse voice, his physical energy was exhausted, and now his mouth is dry, and he just wants to fall to the ground and sleep him.
But of course it can't be the case.
When the team left the hill, the eastern sky was gradually revealing a gleam of white light.
When the sky was not completely bright, a person appeared next to Torre's body. With the sword light falling, Torrei's great head was cut off, and the man carried the head and did not leave.
It was already night when we returned to the meeting place by the Swan Lake, and the military truck was still parked by the lake, the difference was that there was an extra Windsor Bello beside the vehicle. Seeing Allen and his party return to the camp with tired faces, the female marshal crossed her arms and said, "Look at you, but you are so embarrassed after killing an armed bandit, let alone the soldiers brought out by me, Windsor Bellow." and students."
Allen smiled bitterly.
Windsor Bello finally showed a smile
: "But I still have to congratulate you, you have completed the task. Especially you, Alan, you did a great job. Your outstanding performance in this assessment is fully qualified to be my student."
After hearing this, Lan Qi and Shorten winked at the soldiers. Seven or eight soldiers immediately stepped forward to lift Alan up, and then threw him high into the air. Allen used his strength to win the recognition of the soldiers. Now that he can pass the test smoothly, the soldiers are of course happy for him. Listening to the cheers of the soldiers, Windsor Bello also smiled. But at this moment, a voice came in: "No, I am the real winner!"
It was Weber's voice.
Weber returned to the camp with four or five soldiers, and he looked proudly at Alan and the others with a victorious expression. Respectfully walking to the side of Windsor Bello, Weber raised something high and said, "Look, teacher, this is the proof."
That's Torre's head!
The soldiers put Alan down, and Lan Qi and Shorten also frowned. Seeing the head in Weber's hand, Shorten coughed dryly and said, "Marshal, we can prove that this bandit leader was indeed killed by Master Allen."
"Are you questioning me for taking credit from Allen?" Weber looked at Shorten and shouted sternly.
This damned junior non-commissioned officer dared to jump up and obstruct me, it's really unforgivable! A voice growled in Weber's mind.
Allen didn't speak, but just looked at Weber coldly. He didn't expect that the young master of the Fanweni family could be so shameless!
Shorten looked at him without any fear of Weber and said, "Yes, I'm very clear, this level 15 engraver, it was our concerted efforts that took a lot of effort to stop and kill him."
"I can testify to this point." Lan Qi stepped forward and said.
The rest of the soldiers also stepped forward to testify, and everyone looked at Weber angrily. Weber only felt that his face was burning hot, but now he was on the verge of riding a tiger. After the battle in the stronghold base was over, Weber led the rest of the people into the stronghold, and killed many remnants like they were missing. Afterwards, Weber heard the sound of Allen's men and horses fighting Torrey, and followed the sound to find it.
By the time they arrived, Allen's battle had long since ended. Seeing that Allen had killed Torrey, Weber was extremely jealous. You must know that killing the leader of the enemy army is enough credit for Allen to pass the assessment, not to mention that they had made a fuss in the stronghold before, killing many personal guards and enemy soldiers. Weber didn't pay attention at the time, so he was naturally unwilling to lose the election.
In the end, Torre's body reminded him that although Alan killed the enemy leader, he had no evidence! Weber immediately cut off Torrey's head, so he had the previous feat of pretending to be a leader.
But he didn't think that Alan didn't kill Torre by himself at that time. With Lan Qi and others testifying, no matter how thick-skinned Weber was, he still felt like a slap in the face. Suddenly a cold gaze fell on Weber, and he was startled. Looking back, I only saw Windsor Bello's golden eyes shining like ice flakes. The female marshal snorted coldly: "Master Weber, are you challenging my IQ? As an invigilator, would I not announce the result after confirming it? Take Torre for example, his fatal wound was on his chest. Judging from the shape of the wound, it should be wounded by a weapon like a dagger. Besides, there are many cuts on the corpse. But if I remember correctly, you should have used a sword, right?"
Weber's heart sank when he heard it.
"So now, go back to sleep in the tent. I don't need a fool like you who loves to be smart among my students."
Amidst the laughter of the soldiers, Weber left dejectedly. If it was before, he would never do such a stupid thing, because there are too many evidences left on Torre. Anyone with a little experience can tell that Torrey died at the hands of Allen, let alone a powerhouse like Windsor Bello. It's a pity that Weber was so eager to win that he made such a low-level mistake, which was just a joke.
But no matter what, Windsor Bello's assessment was finally over, and Allen had to admit it herself. From that moment on, he was the personal student of Marshal Tanlang, and he just missed the announcement on Babylon.
Everyone will stay overnight by the Swan Lake and return to Babylon the next day.
After dinner, Alan, who had recovered a little bit of strength, got out of the tent and saw Windsor Bello standing on the ice floe in the lake. The moon appeared from behind the flowing clouds, and sprinkled light on the earth, shining the entire icy lake. Allen had just stepped on the floating ice on the lake when he heard a crack in the ice and a big hole opened.
"Don't come here, don't look at the lake freezing, but the ice layer is not thick. If you are not careful, you will fall." Windsor Bello tapped her toes lightly, and she didn't know how to sprint, but she returned to the shore in an instant .
Looking at the way she walks with her hands behind her back, it seems that the space and distance under her feet are completely ignored. This hand alone is enough to show the fear of the top powerhouse. If Allen bumps into such a character, he doesn't even know how the opponent moves, let alone parry and fend off the enemy.
"What do you want from me?" Windsor Bello stood in front of Allen.
She was tall, and Alan was not short among her peers, but she only reached Windsor Bello's chest. Looking at the Shuangfeng that was about to explode the military uniform, Alan's heart beat faster. He quickly raised his head and looked away. But when it fell on Windsor Bello's flawless face like the first arrival of a goddess, her heart/heart beat faster.
Windsor Bello's military cap was buckled at a slant, and her crimson-purple hair fluttered gently in the night wind. Her hair was long and back, and the luster flowed like a cloud of purple mist. The golden pupils in those eyes shone with a sacred and solemn light. In her, people can see the preference of the Creator. Those eyebrows, those eyes, even the beauty mole under the corner of the eye, all have a different style. It is them that interweave the beauty that only belongs to Windsor Bello.
Beauty itself is also an invisible pressure.
Allen couldn't help but took two steps back before saying, "Teacher, I can't go back to Babylon with you tomorrow."
"Why?"
"I still have some personal matters in the third district. I need to find someone." Allen said simply: "I heard that he knows my father."
Windsor Bello said "Oh", she knew Alan's life experience very well, and said, "The third district is not small, do you know where he is?"
"Heitie Town, but I really don't know where this town is?" Allen said with a sneer.
"It's simple. Tomorrow, I'll ask the garrison to send an officer to accompany you. After that, you can take the transportation ship back. Of course, I won't reimburse the travel expenses." Windsor Bello said.
Allen saw that she was serious and didn't seem to be joking, and gradually remembered Horn's evaluation of her: Windsor Bello is a woman who loses money, but it's true that she loves money and is as powerful as her. Not many.
(end of this chapter)