The hunter assessment is over, but the storm caused by this assessment has just begun.
A high-value magic scroll that can sell for 1,000 gold coins, but the cost is only a blank memory scroll of 80 gold coins.
Naturally, there are a lot of people who want to do such a lucrative business.
But soon, someone discovered that the purchased magic scroll could not be copied.
Anyone who wants to copy that scroll will immediately burn and destroy it. What is certain is that the person who made this combat magic light axis has long expected that someone will copy it. He drew on the magic scroll. A copy-proof fire magic circle.
In this way, the battle about the B-level assessment in Inaba Mountain became even more mysterious.
Those who bought the scrolls regard it as a capital to show off. These days, the most common questions asked by the hunters in Inaba Mountain are not such as how is the weather today or what tasks have you accepted? Instead of a daily topic, did you buy the battle magic shaft
But at this time, no one cared about the losers of the assessment competition, the whereabouts of the Heihu Hunter Squad.
On a starless and moonless night, outside the Inaba Mountain Jaeger Guard City, on the vast and boundless soil, there are only a few short trees that grow crookedly.
Hei Er and Hei San bent their backs and knelt on the ground. In front of them stood a famous man.
The man turned his back to the two of them, and he couldn't see his specific appearance, but his stalwart body and the death-like aura emanating from him made the already gloomy wilderness even colder.
In the man's hand, he held an opened battle magic scroll. This scroll was the B-level trial match that took place in the Inabayama Arena two days ago.
When the Huang Teng summoner approached Hei Si and cut off Hei Si's wrist, the man snorted, and the magic scroll in his hand snapped shut.
"That's not a great combat skill, it's just a medical skill. The other party uses the skills of a doctor," the man's tone was so cold that water dripped out, his voice fell on Hei Er and Hei San's. In the ears, the two couldn't help shivering.
The doctor's technique, the warriors in the dark camp behind Qin, lost to a doctor!
Hei Er and Hei San seemed to have been slapped twice in the face. The eldest brother died, and the fourth child died too. They didn't even have time to take away the corpses, so they just bought this battle magic optical axis in a hurry, just to check Know the true origin of that summoner.
I thought that the other party would be some great extraterrestrial expert, or a spy sent by the Great Zhou Kingdom, but who knew, she was just a doctor.
"Your mission has failed, and you have exposed your identity as an agent of Hou Qin. I don't need to teach you what to do." The man still didn't turn around, but his words had already sentenced Hei Er and Hei San to death.
Originally, Hei Er and Hei San didn't have to die, but their identities have been found out. Coupled with the optical axis of this magical memory, if the two return to Houqin, it is equivalent to exposing the entire dark camp, and the two brothers must die. up.
"Prince Dark, please let our two brothers go, we have killed nearly a hundred C-level hunters of the Great Zhou, and we have completed the task assigned to us by the organization, please!" Hei Er and Hei San begged, I want to live with my life.
It turned out that this man in black was actually the prince of Hou Qin.
The Dark Prince of the Later Qin Dynasty was famous among the five countries in the mainland, and his secret camp was the most outstanding espionage and assassination agency in the Later Qin Dynasty.
In the dark camp, there are 50 first-rate warriors, all of whom are masters above the Wu Zong level, 300 second-rate warriors, all of whom are above the Wu Zun level, and 1,000 third-rate warriors, all of whom are above the level of great martial artists.
The four Heihu brothers, although their cultivation bases are no more than martial masters, are cunning and cruel. In the past two years, there has been a faint tendency to promote from third-rate warriors to second-rate warriors.
Losing four quasi-second-rate warriors at once gave Prince Dark himself a headache.
"Okay, I will give you a chance. I will count to ten. After ten, I will strike again. If you can escape, I will let you live." Hei San on the ground jumped up and ran desperately to the wide field in the south.
Hei Er, on the other hand, knelt down on the ground like a fool, motionless.
Prince An didn't even lift his eyelids, he could only hear him counting in a low voice: "One, two..."
When he counted to ten, Black Three had already run thousands of meters away.
With such a distance, only a magician can hit him with one blow, but the dark prince himself is a warrior.
A martial artist whose cultivation base is unpredictable and has never shown his skills in front of his subordinates.
The wind seems to be blowing stronger.
Hei Er, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't even dare to lift his head.
He could only see the dark prince's feet.
Suddenly, those feet wearing dark boots disappeared, and the dark prince's figure merged into the night.
In the distance, Hei San, who was struggling to escape, burst out a cloud of blood, and his body was torn into two halves.
The dark prince's hand, a hand covered with fine scales, does not look like a human hand at all, it penetrates Hei San's body with his bare hands, no matter whether it is Hei San or Hei Er, they can clearly see how he made his hand.
Wearing a battle armor, Black Three had no ability to resist and was torn in half.
Under the dark night, the dark prince's eyes radiated scarlet blood.
His face was also exposed.
It was a tough, manly face with wild black hair.
The Dark Prince was like a lone wolf in the desert, he casually threw Hei San's body like waste paper.
"Why didn't you run?" Prince An didn't kill Hei Er immediately. If he remembered correctly, Hei Er was the most thoughtful of the four brothers of the Hei family.
"The prince has successfully fused the blood of the beast king. In the whole world, except for those top existences, no one can escape your palm, prince." Hei Er's face was pale. He was alone.
To him, life and death seemed no longer so scary.
"You're smart, tell me a reason not to kill you." On Prince An's hands, the fine scales quickly faded, and his hands returned to their original state, a pair of elegant, noble hands.
"This subordinate knows that he has lost the face of Hou Qin, and he deserves to die. But this time, when this subordinate went to Inaba Mountain, he also met a person. I believe that the Dark Prince will be interested in his whereabouts," Hei Er licked. He licked his dry lips, trying to make up for it.
"Who?" The Dark Prince seemed a little interested.
"Xianju, Kamikaze King," Hei San said, tearing open a wound on his forehead, which was left after he was attacked with stones in the arena a few days ago. , There is still a part of the magic power of elf magic.