A thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the incandescent light illuminated the entire street. The figure blocking the road ahead also appeared in the sight of this group of people.
Loran Hill closed his eyes slightly, immersed his consciousness in perception, and received the chaotic information brought by the breeze and strong wind.
A woman wearing a conical hat stood quietly in the middle of the street. Her upper body was wrapped in a dull and slightly worn chest wrap, with the skin of her arms and abdomen exposed. Her skin was slightly dark, as if caused by long-term labor.
The woman wore a tattered, dark blue dress, a style rarely seen in the mountains. Her wooden clogs were badly worn, as if they had been worn for a long time. Overall, they were clean, though cold and dark from being wet.
The woman held a slender knife in her hand. The blade was shaped like a seedling and pointed obliquely at the ground in the distance. Rainwater slid down the blade and dripped from the tip of the blade, forming a small water line, which was then swept away by the surging rainwater on the ground and disappeared without a trace.
"Who are you? Do you know which lord is sitting in this sedan chair? How dare you be so presumptuous!" Several guards surrounding the sedan chair gradually stepped forward, and the sounds of drawing swords rang out one after another in the street.
The woman raised her head, her face illuminated by a brief flash of lightning.
Her face was ordinary, no different from that of a woman who made a living outside, but the only noticeable thing was her eyes, which were exceptionally calm, as if it was the calmness that came from the extreme of determination and indifference.
The simple long knife of wheat seedlings suddenly turned, shaking off the water droplets on it, and its figure was like a ghost, rushing in the rainstorm, and the knife light was so fast that people could not blink.
The guards surrounding the sedan were undoubtedly elite, with approximately 12 of them at Sequence 2 and 6 at Sequence 3. Their concentrated aura and energy, like an iron cage, tightly encircled the sedan in the center. But under the sharp blade, they proved nothing, their heads flying off in the wind and tumbling into the rain beside the street.
Blood was everywhere and was quickly washed away by the heavy rain. Even the sound of fierce fighting was so inconspicuous under the cover of the heavy rain.
After the dozen or so guards in the front fell, before the guards at the back could step forward, the door of the sedan chair suddenly opened, and an eight-edged sword stabbed out, straight into the woman's face.
With a crisp sound of clashing, the sword light suddenly increased, breaking the sword that was thrust out, but his body seemed to be struck by lightning and flew backwards.
"This sword was forged from the dragon veins of the Seven Continents of Lei. I'm sure you won't feel well from this blow."
A tall man slowly emerged from the sedan chair. His face was stern and he exuded a formidable aura, as if he had held a high position for a long time.
"Who are you and why are you attacking me?" He waved his hand, and the guards beside him stepped forward one after another, holding iron chains in their hands, ready to capture the woman for interrogation.
snort.
A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth. The woman in the rainstorm still did not explain, but raised the knife again, her eyes gradually froze.
"kill!"
The same crimson-gold patterns flashed across the goose-feather knives in the hands of these guards, and then they became as hot and red as scorching iron. They swung them towards the woman, their paths sweeping across the rain and emitting bursts of white mist.
The sounds of metal clashing rang out one after another on the street. Compared to before, the woman's strength seemed to have weakened a lot. For a moment, she was in a stalemate and could not quickly take down these guards.
And in this short period of time, the guards who were protecting the high-ranking official from the back took out a number of powerful crossbows from the bottom of the sedan chair and aimed them at the figure who was fighting. The heads of the crossbows were like wolves howling at the moon, and sharp crossbow arrows were spitting out of their mouths.
[Ganlang Thorn Crossbow] (Silver Level, Rare): A subordinate agency of the Winter Office of the Plantagenet Dynasty, manufactured by Jicefang and assigned to the army for use.
As the six Greedy Wolf crossbows finished charging, their brilliance gradually faded, emitting a dangerous aura. The woman fighting in the rainstorm moved faster and faster, as if she was looking for an opportunity to hide.
Ah—there’s a snake!
The crossbow arrow on the Tanlang crossbow turned into a hidden silver light that pierced the night sky, and flew to an unknown place. The soldiers who had just held the powerful crossbows struggled and shouted in fear, and the crossbows in their hands fell to the ground.
At some point, some tiny black shadows appeared in the rain on the ground. These shadows were like black and red snakes that had been shrunk countless times. They climbed up along the ankles, and the tiny fangs in their mouths were like needles, embedding into the flesh and blood, injecting toxins and making the victims go crazy.
It’s not that these guards are weak-willed, it’s just that these thin snakes are so weird that they make people feel cold inside.
In the alley beside the street, Loran Hill stood on tiptoe, looking at the small snake swimming in the water under his feet, and muttered in his heart.
Snake, please don’t come over here. I’m most afraid of snakes, especially those small snakes that can appear unexpectedly.
She didn't dare to use any supernatural powers to drive them away, for fear of attracting the attention of both parties. She had to hold her breath, pray silently in her heart, and look nervously at the tiny snake shadows swimming in the rain under her feet.
Fortunately, the snake shadows in the alley were not as dense as on the streets. In addition, these snakes seemed to be attracted by blood, and they were relatively safe in places without blood.
The situation on the street was instantly reversed after the snake shadows appeared. The guards who originally had the upper hand fell down one after another due to poisoning. They curled up in the rain, their bodies twitching and roaring incessantly.
Without the guards to stop her, the woman once again raised her long blade and lunged at the official standing in front of the sedan chair. The official was also surrounded by numerous small snakes, but with a stomp of her foot, a small circle expanded, separating them like an invisible wall of air. However, it seemed that this move also had some limitations, preventing him from moving freely.
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