I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 438 Death and Target
The corners of Old Ed's wrinkled eyes twitched.

This is the man who rescued Winna Purwell.
This pressure is like a giant dragon
Moreover, he was dressed in rags, covered in dust, and his agitated spirit seemed to have not yet completely calmed down. It was obvious that he had experienced a great battle.

The only person in Axe Beach who could have experienced a great battle with such a master is probably the eighth-rank leader of the private army in the Earl's Castle.

He fought with an eighth-level master, and apart from looking a little embarrassed, he was hardly injured?

What kind of monster is this?

He immediately remembered the advice the half-deer man had given him.

"Run away immediately if you encounter this person"

But when he glanced at Winna Purwell who was standing nearby, his gloomy face still looked serious and rigid.

Without saying a word, Old Ed slowly placed his hand on the handle of the steel sword that had been with him for a long time.

Just like decades ago, when he faced an army of Lizardmen alone.

His momentum continued to rise, all as he concentrated his strength for the moment of drawing his sword.

Rhodes saw that this was the spiritual trajectory of [Flash of Aseron]. Judging from its spiritual trend, it might have reached the level of [Nine Flashes].

I suddenly found it interesting.

With this sword technique, he has reached the level of [Twelve Flashes]. This is the result of his hard work, but more importantly, it is the result of the improvement of his spiritual talent.

Being able to reach the [Nine Flashes] at the seventh level is definitely very rare for ordinary people.

"I have guts. Fortunately, I respect the elderly and love the young."

A small ball of black slime popped out from the sleeve on the inside of his wrist and transformed into a cross sword in mid-air, which he grabbed.

"[Nine Flashes]."

Old Ed's eyes narrowed, realizing that his opponent was going to fight with the same swordsmanship.

He used this sword technique, which he had been immersed in for more than thirty years and had never lost, to fight.

Long time no see.

A sense of having met a worthy opponent suddenly emerged in his heart.

The air was silent for half a second.

next moment.

The long swords in the hands of the two men disappeared instantly.

There was no overflowing sword energy, no overwhelming force.

The silver and black sword lights intertwined, carrying an extremely precise and sharp spirit, each completing nine slashes in an instant!
Click!

Old Ed retreated violently and crashed into the wall behind him.

Five sword wounds deep enough to see the bone appeared on his shoulder, abdomen, and thigh! Blood gushed out!

The steel sword of his old partner in his hand broke in the middle, and the cut was terribly smooth.

He slid down and sat down dejectedly, still looking at Rhodes with cold eyes.

Rhodes looked surprised.

Looking down, he saw six sword wounds on his chest, crisscrossing each other and always maintaining one intersection, like a blooming blood flower.

The wound is very shallow.

It can be said that it is only to the extent of cutting the membrane.

But this did indeed break through the defense of [Dragon Scale Technique].

"Something."

This is a spiritual warrior of the Iron-Slashing School.

A seventh-level school that connects its whole body and soul with its weapons. They give up protection, spells and spiritual power, and instead find the route of sword strikes from within their hearts.

Old Ed was clearly the best of the bunch.

I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it.

[Dragon Scale Technique] was unable to break through the defense of an eighth-level elder brother, but it fell into the hands of an old man in the middle of the seventh level.

As expected of the Sword Coast region, everyone has their own talents.

"Little Rod is injured~~Saliva can kill bacteria! Auntie will lick it for you~~"

Tai Li rushed over with a look of surprise and licked it with her tongue.

"Hehehe. The smell of the master's sweat. Hehe, and the long-lost smell of blood hehehehe——"

As she licked, she started laughing strangely like a pervert.

Seeing that it affected his image as a master too much, Rhodes pushed her away.

He glanced at the old man Ed, who was bleeding profusely. His eyes began to turn gray, but he still stared at his opponent intently. With the massive blood loss, his life was rapidly fading.

"Good swordsmanship."

Rhodes saw that he was about to die, so he didn't kill him.

He gave the tied-up Winna a slap on the head and then carried her on his shoulders.

"Ugh! Woo woo."

Terry made a face at the old man who had hurt her master.

Then she happily hugged Rhodes' arm with her soft chest and sank into the shadows together.

Disappeared.

next moment.

In a quiet alley.

All that was left was old man Ed's helpless and heavy breathing.

It was like the volume bar was being manually pulled, getting quieter and quieter.

It didn't take long.

Knock knock knock——

Suddenly, hard-hoofed footsteps trotted closer.

"Ugh--"

The half-deer man from [Hero Giver] appeared at the entrance of the alley. When he saw the dejected and dying old Ed, he couldn't help but sigh.

The half-deer man walked closer and looked at it for a moment, sensing the familiar and powerful spiritual remnant.

"Why bother? I told you to run away when you encounter that monster, but you refused to listen. Now you're dead, aren't you?"

No one responded.

Or rather, no response.

Old Ed hung his head weakly, blood oozing from his mouth.

The half-deer man walked up to him and tried to kick the broken sword out of his hand.

He didn't kick it away, and the hilt of the sword seemed to be embedded in his palm.

"I can save you, but you have to become my [Hero Candidate] and help me kill that halfling from Waterdeep's Chivalric Alliance. I think her name is... Lily? I forgot. She was originally a candidate for my target, but unfortunately, someone got there first, so I had to kill her."

"Oh, there's nothing I can do. The road to the gods is overcrowded. I have to kill a few to make room for me."

"Hey, don't just talk to me, say something back to me too."

".Oh, you seem to be dying. No matter what, I'll just take it as your consent!"

In the musty basement of a wine cellar in the Earl's Castle.

"Cough cough!"

The half-elf Virgil suddenly coughed violently, and a small pool of plague-green blood spurted out.

It splashed onto the wall, and a yellow-green poisonous mist spread out with a sizzling sound.

He let out a long breath and curled up on a stool.

Compared to its massive size, covered in corrosion scars, the stool was oddly cute.

Boom!
Boom boom!

Several thick sutures broke again.

White pus immediately leaked out from the gap, emitting a foul stench of decay.

"Master Virgil, you called me?"

A man dressed in the uniform of a private army group walked along the handrail to the basement and whispered respectfully and fearfully.

Lord Virgil, who was standing with his back to the enemy, looked like a terrifying beast, with half of his body hidden in the shadows. The light from the oil lamp shone from afar on the pus-filled muscles, which was very scary.

"Um"

Virgil gasped, his voice thick and muffled, so different from before.

"Tell the White Dragon Tomb to breach the tomb quickly at all costs."

"Lord Virgil, but those Nagas are clamoring to pay the balance first before they can start working."

"Don't worry about paying it off. The most important thing now is the White Dragon Tomb."

The man hesitated for a moment. "Sir, what is the purpose of the White Dragon Tomb? Is this our goal as Zhentarim, or is it your personal goal?"

(End of this chapter)