The three heads who rushed out of the alley did not turn back, and ran straight in the direction of the city gate.
Isaac, who was never good at sports, felt that his lungs were about to burn. He sucked in the air. The wind blowing in the face made him inferior to his eyes.
"I, I said, are we safe?" gasped Isaac opened his mouth. "In that case, maybe we can slow down a little and wait for Peter and..."
"Boom --!"
The sudden explosion made Isaac, who was almost paralyzed by fear, put the second half of the sentence in his throat. A dozen assassins rushed through the crowded crowd towards them!
Screaming, wailing, exploding, running... The streets that were bustling a moment ago were in a moment of chaos. The chirping crowd fled in disorder, but it still couldn''t stop the assassins who had rushed up.
Seeing the killers getting closer and closer, Isaac Grantham, who had never felt so close to death, had a special impulse for the first time, an impulse to run desperately!
However, it was obvious that this simple survival instinct could not make his weak body light at once - an assassin behind him had rushed in front of him and was so frightened that Isaac, who had accepted his life, closed his eyes!
The next moment, he felt something "sticky" sprinkle on his face.
Am I dead
Gritting his teeth and opening his eyes, the wizard saw the assassin''s surprised face and the long sword sticking out of his mouth!
The ghost like Vera pulls out the bleeding sword, and the ragged assassin collapses to the ground.
"Take him!" roaring Vera had two more gray blue patterns under her eyes, holding a sword in both hands to block the three people behind her: "leave these scum to me!"
"I, I... Who can explain to me..." Isaac, who had never seen such a scene, was stunned and touched the blood on his face. Jiawen and Ivan have also pulled out their weapons and guarded him nervously.
Just as she turned around, five or six figures had rushed through the chaotic crowd and launched a surprise attack on the helpless night watchman.
But Vera is faster than them!
Flash through the crowd like a remnant. The dagger in the night watchman''s left hand has disappeared. The next moment, she has hit the assassin''s face. Vera kicks the body directly in front of her, and takes advantage of the situation to throw another guy who wants to sneak attack to the ground.
Cut your throat with a knife!
"Take him away, do you hear me?!"
Hearing the roar of the red haired girl and looking at his hands full of plasma, Isaac, who was finally a little aware of the situation, turned around without hesitation.
Run!
His legs were soft, dizzy, tinnitus, runny nose and sweat kept running, and his lungs seemed to be about to explode... But all this could not hinder Isaac''s desire to escape.
At this moment, there are only two things left in his crazy brain all the time:
First of all, someone really wants to kill himself now;
Secondly, I really don''t want to die so much now!
The shrill roar sounded in the wind, and a crossbow and arrow almost flew close to his cheek - if at ordinary times, he might ridicule the other party''s skill is worse than the weapon, spend a few minutes to despise a blacksmith who made this kind of inferior weapon, and ridicule and say two cold jokes.
But now he just wants to run and run desperately!
Vera in the crowd was already stretched out. More and more enemies and the chaotic crowd around her made her have no time to attend to him. There were several more scars on her shoulders and back.
All she can do now is to drag the enemy around her as much as possible. The red haired girl in the scuffle only had time to look into the distance, and she could vaguely see the figure running towards the city gate in the crowd.
But at that moment, Vera, with sharp eyes, noticed several assassins hiding in the crowd and had raised their crossbows at Isaac Grantham who fled in panic.
The red haired girl''s back spine was cold, as if she had become the prey of a trap.
"No --!!!"
Isaac, who was still unaware that he was being stared at, was knocked down by a figure nearby without reaction, and the genius wizard with soft legs touched the ground first.
"Don''t kill me, I don''t want to die!"
Isaac Grantham, who was lying on the ground, was extremely embarrassed. He held his head and had nosebleed. His broken forehead was still bleeding. He shouted as if he was dying. He was like a squirrel, shaking all over.
Then he found himself alive.
Shaking and opening his eyes, Isaac finally saw the "culprit" who had just knocked himself down - the wizard apprentice named Gavin, still standing there, holding the posture of pushing him to that moment, innocent eyes looking at him, and his figure trembled.
And full of arrows.
Gasping for breath, Isaac''s eyes widened in horror. "Surprised" and Gavin looked at his clothes dyed red.
"Come on... Go..."
Gavin''s eyes trembled with fear, and the next moment he didn''t even have fear - a flying crossbow and arrow pierced his eyes, a wrought iron arrow pierced his skull and poked a little out of the back of his head.
"Come on... Go..."
The low moan became his last words. His body full of crossbows and arrows was unable to fall down, and his only eye was defeated.
Wait... The trembling Isaac twitched his throat, and his heart seemed to jump out in the next second. He didn''t dare to lower his head because he could feel it. There seemed to be something like a ball in his arms.
That''s a face, Ivan''s face
Because he just saw the headless body lying beside him... Just when Gavin threw him down, he saw Ivan pounce on another assassin.
Then, there was a body beside him... A body without head and still "shaking".
Isaac is "afraid". He has seen those illusions, dead people and "terrible" scenes countless times in his dreams
But there is another word in the world - compared with reality, our imagination is always so poor.
"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"
Isaac Grantham, who fell into extreme fear, shouted, looking at his assassin in despair as if he had accepted his life, the cold blade to his cheek!
But the sword stopped.
The assassin desperately wanted to stab the sword in his hand, but he couldn''t move. His cheeks are purple, his eyes are prominent, like being pinched by someone''s throat. When he grows up, he can''t breathe!
Isaac suddenly turned back. A cold wizard was behind him, holding an open spell book under his dark cloak, and the wand in his right hand was flashing gray blue.
"Guards, take these scum in the name of the nine pointed star wizard tower and the freedom Council!"
While talking, patrol guards from nowhere suddenly poured into a chaotic street, set up crossbows and shields, and shot and killed assassins dressed as beggars one by one!
The unexpected assassins fled towards the chaotic crowd for the first time, and the crossbows and arrows behind them still didn''t let them go - in the scream and wail, the guards holding shields and broadswords quickly separated the crowd in the street, leaving only a mess and corpses.
One by one, the assassins fell down in the scream. Vera, lying in the center of the enemy, just cut the enemy''s throat, found that she was surrounded. At least ten crossbows were pointing at herself with crossbows.
Anxious Vera looked at Isaac who was paralyzed on the ground, but found that this guy was actually chatting with the wizard with the head!
What''s going on?!
"Bodrell? I know the name, which means I know you?" the frightened Isaac stared at the guy who was somewhat like mentor Dalton kand. "Have you been to the old man who smoked a pipe?"
"You must be talking about master freswalker, Sir Isaac Grantham." bodrell squeezed out a smile on his stiff face and took the initiative to extend his right hand to Isaac: "trust me, you are safe from now on."
"Under the protection of the nine pointed star wizard tower and the corona family, no one can hurt your cold hair!" smiling, Baudelaire suddenly frowned, looked coldly at the assassin who was still motionless and suffocated to foam, and suddenly raised his voice:
"In eboden, whoever dares to hurt a wizard has to pay a price -!!!"