Elven Reaper

Akto stood up, put the chair back with the ring, and turned his head to look over there.

Suddenly, he saw two light spots appearing on the road in the distance. They were two cars.

One is golden, the other is blue, and its appearance is similar to those troop carriers in previous lives. The back of the truck is open and full of people standing inside.

Moreover, there seemed to be a wind magician on board, and strong winds blew away the corpses of monsters on the road along the way.

Therefore, the car was not disturbed by any complicated road conditions and the speed was very fast.

This is the arrival of the rescue team from Kulik City. Akto's heart moved slightly.

To be honest, he didn't want to deal with these authorities, because after all, he indirectly killed the minibus driver and ticket inspector.

Once you come into contact with these government officials, there will be a period of cumbersome procedures and wrangling.

After he came outside, he never thought about getting into trouble, but trouble came to him one after another.

As he thought, he felt that there were people on the minibus, Little Richard and another adult.

Well, Laura also got out of the car to get Warcraft materials.

You need to know what happened to the other adult in the car. These mountain people, who have been poor all their lives, are usually very careful when hunting wild beasts, let alone Warcraft.

Seeing so many monster corpses this time, I should have gone forward to collect magic materials like most passengers in exchange for huge rewards.

There is no need to risk one's life to hunt monsters. As long as you use your little hands, you can get a lot of money. It is no different from free prostitution. Most people would not refuse such a business without capital.

But what's going on with someone hiding in the car?

Akto ignored him, still thinking about how to deal with the people in the government office.

A few more minutes later, the two troop carriers from Kulik City were already in sight, approaching from far away.

The mountain people became more and more violent. In order to fight for a decomposing knife, they were quarreling red-faced and pushing each other.

Suddenly, a scream came.

The crowd suddenly dispersed, and a young mountain man fell to the ground clutching his chest. The decomposition knife was held between the fingers of his hands, and a large amount of blood oozed from the wound.

Bartlett squatted on the ground and said at a loss: "How are you? If anything happens, just hold on and wait for me."

He quickly ran to Akto and said anxiously: "Dear Mr. Magician, please find a way to save that poor man. He was stabbed in the chest."

After being rescued twice by Akto, Balit became extremely dependent on Akto. Whenever there was an emergency, he would be the first thing he thought of.

But Akto shook his head, his meaning was very clear, he didn’t want to save him.

Bartlett was startled. He originally thought that this Mr. Magician must be a kind-hearted person for being able to save him twice.

But this time he refused without hesitation. He was a little confused.

Bartlett looked at the mountain man lying on the ground. He was groaning in pain, his eyebrows were twisted into knots, and he looked like he couldn't bear it.

He was about to beg Akto again, but before he could open his mouth, Akto spoke.

"Barit, did you stab this man?" He spoke calmly, seemingly without any emotion.

"Ah no, it's not me." Bartlett was taken aback and quickly waved his hands to deny it.

Akto shrugged slightly: "Just watch, it will be you who stabbed him soon."

Bartlett looked puzzled: "Why, why?"

He almost instinctively believed in Akto's words, but he obviously didn't stab the person himself, so why did Mr. Magician say it was me?

Akto didn't explain much, because he found that the person who had been lurking in the car suddenly moved.

That man was one of the drinkers who was rescued by Akto in the bar last night. He was a middle-aged man with an open beer belly and a big gulp of beer.

The middle-aged man quietly revealed his head, pointed a gun at the back of Akto's head, and fired brazenly.

"Pop" a crisp gunshot.

But Akto dodged the shot with a slight flick of his body, then stepped forward and grabbed the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man thought that he would be able to successfully attack by hiding for a long time, because although he did not know how to practice, he had also heard that the attack power of magicians was very powerful, but their defense power was almost the same as that of ordinary people.

If he fires a cold gun from behind, he will definitely kill him with one blow.

But what he didn't expect was that the young magician would disappear as soon as he fired.

The man with a beer belly still had a look of horror on his face, and Akto's slender palm had already touched his neck.

The palm of his hand exerted a slight force, and there was a heart-wrenching "click" sound. The man with a beer belly tilted his neck and lost the breath of life.

His body hung limply from the car window, and the gun in his hand was exhausted and fell to the ground.

Akto sighed softly, it seemed like he was in trouble now.

As a fourth-level warrior, Bartlett naturally saw clearly the beer-bellied man's sneak attack, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why did he sneak attack on you, Lord Magician? It was you who protected them."

Akto sighed softly, why else could he have lost his wealth yesterday?

"Barit," Akto called.

"Um"

"Don't talk about the many magic scrolls I used, the times I saved you twice, and the magic circle I set up later, okay?"

"Ah, okay." Bart thought for a moment, then nodded heavily.

Akto accidentally took a look and saw that Balit's fighting spirit cultivation had actually reached level five, but he didn't say anything else.

Two vehicles from the government office had already driven closer.

"God of Light, what's going on here?" A clear voice sounded.

"God of Light, what is happening here?" This is a slightly older voice.

Only then did Akto see the people in the two cars clearly.

The people in the golden car were all wearing loose white robes, and the people in the other blue car were all wearing blue uniforms, with standard swords on their left waists, all looking like soldiers.

The uniformed soldiers on the blue vehicle jumped out of the car neatly, and then trotted towards this side.

The standard long sword rubs against the military uniform, and the sound it makes is also very refreshing.

In the white car, a group of people in white robes helped a skinny old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties to get out of the car.

A young man wearing white gloves and looking like an officer jumped on a pile of monster corpses and said loudly: "We are the police officers of Kulik City, don't be afraid, everyone stands together, no running away, no yelling. "

The passengers in the car quickly stopped what they were doing, stood together, and looked nervously at the two groups of well-dressed people.

The young officer has a straight back and a young face under the brim of his hat that is quite handsome.

He pointed at a middle-aged passenger: "You, stand up."

The middle-aged passenger hurriedly took two steps forward, nervously holding the hem of his clothes with his hands, not daring to raise his head and look at the officer.