Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Victor frowned slightly, wondering what had gotten into Marlene.

But thinking of the other party's previous identity, he suddenly realized something and looked towards the place of drunken dreams he had just left.

Upon looking around, he immediately noticed that the sky above the town where he had previously stayed was now shrouded in dark clouds, while the surrounding sky was clear and cloudless.

"They...have arrived."

Victor understood; the "they" that Marlene referred to were the forces ruled by that sorcerer.

"Elena, grab the scroll. There will probably be enemies soon."

......

On the other side...

The dwarf boss was polishing his gleaming longsword when he suddenly noticed the unusual sky color, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Then, as if sensing something, he took down his longsword, walked to the door, and looked towards the entrance of the town.

Two figures, one tall and one short, shrouded in black cloaks, were slowly walking into the town.

The townspeople around them stopped what they were doing and stared at the two strangely.

But they ignored them and headed straight for the hotel next to a field of golden wheat.

"you......"

Giggs was sitting behind the counter, reminiscing about the events of the previous night, when two strange men entered through the door. He couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"Are you looking for a hotel?"

The two figures, one tall and one short, didn't say a word, completely ignoring Jix, and walked straight up to the second floor.

Seeing this, Giks raised an eyebrow, used one hand to brace himself against the counter, and flipped over:

"Are you two bastards trying to force your way in?!"

He grabbed the fruit knife from the counter and rushed toward the short figure.

With a powerful swing of his arm, the blade sliced ​​through the air, creating a whooshing sound, and stabbed straight into the opponent's back.

"when!"

But the next second, the sharp tip of the knife seemed to have pierced something hard, making Giks' arm go numb.

He could also clearly see a ripple spreading behind the short figure.

That's [Shield Spell]!

Just as he realized what was happening, the short figure turned around.

In that instant, Giks looked as if he had seen a ghost, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

"Snapped!"

Then, with a crisp slap, Giks' vision shifted 720 degrees, his neck twisted into a pretzel shape, and blood sizzled out.

In the instant he fell to the ground, he saw those two damned guys go up to the second floor of the hotel and open their storage room.

Outside the hotel.

Many townspeople gathered around, and when they saw the strong and muscular Giks being killed on the spot, they immediately became tense.

A sense of fear and panic immediately spread through the crowd:

"Oh my god, are they kidding? Why would they do something like this?"

"Someone's dead! Those two damned robbers killed Giks!"

For the townspeople of the Land of Dreams, their lives consist of nothing but brewing wine, drinking alcohol, and indulging in pleasure.

Such bloody scenes are a thing of the past, dating back many years.

As they watched the corpse in the hotel begin to bleed, they forgot to run away because of fear.

Until the two cloaked figures, one tall and one short, stepped over Jix's body and walked out of the inn, leaving a bloody footprint with each step.

"Tick-tock..."

A drop of rain fell from the dim sky, landing between the two groups of people, as if welcoming the two cloaked figures.

They clearly didn't say a word, yet the invisible pressure they exerted made it hard for everyone to breathe.

For a moment, everyone was even more at a loss, but finally someone reacted and tried to escape, but after only a few steps, they were tripped by a stone.

But as someone tripped, the others finally realized what they should do and scattered in all directions.

"Splash...!"

The rain poured down, quickly forming a curtain of rain. People who tripped and fell tried to get up, only to find that they had twisted their ankles, letting out desperate cries.

Looking back, they saw the tall, cloaked figure shudder and violently swing his arm in their direction.

A black chain slid out from the right sleeve, instantly covering a distance of six meters, and pounced like a black snake!

"Bang!"

Just as the chains were about to strike the fallen man, a short, stocky figure burst between them, smashing a large patch of rain with a single punch.

The impact also broke the chain, and the flying iron filings, like black ink, splattered all over the ground.

"..."

The dwarf boss stared silently at the iron filings, his eyes growing increasingly murderous. He quickly turned to look at the two cloaked figures:

"It's you guys again!"

Before the words were even finished, a black chain slid across the ground and instantly arrived in front of him.

The dwarf stepped forward, grabbed the chain, and pulled hard.

The tall, cloaked man immediately lost his footing, while the dwarf boss grinned.

"Bang."

The ground beneath his feet suddenly caved in, and his muscles bulged instantly, accompanied by steam rising from every pore of his body.

The next second, he shot out like an arrow, instantly rushing to the tall, cloaked man and grabbing him by the collar.

"Go to hell!"

He let out a low shout, and with his other hand he grabbed the longsword behind him and slashed down fiercely!

A huge, cold light flashed by.

Blood gushed from the diagonal cut on the tall, cloaked man's chest, splattering all over the dwarf boss's face.

At that moment, a series of obscure incantations rang out from the side.

"..."

The dwarf boss turned his head and saw a black streak the size of a fist coming straight at him, causing his pupils to dilate violently.

The short, cloaked figure remained in the motion of casting the spell, watching as the spell struck the dwarf.

No! It went right through!

The moment the spell struck the dwarf, he vanished in a blur.

"Innocent!"

Immediately afterwards, a roar rang out from behind the short, cloaked figure.

Then, he heard the wind howling, and the next second his vision began to spin.

He was beheaded.

In the rain, the dwarf boss gasped for breath, looking at the two corpses with lingering fear.

The war he participated in was against a group of cloaked people who were skilled in a wide variety of techniques, including witchcraft, magic, and physical combat.

The two people in front of them were clearly not those terrifying enemies.

"It seems to be resolved."

As he said this, he turned to leave.

"Old man."

But in the next instant, a hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly rang out behind him.

The dwarf boss was shocked, completely unprepared for this to happen.

Are these two still alive?

When he turned around, he felt that the scene before him was the most bizarre thing he had ever seen in his life.

The short, cloaked man who had been beheaded had black threads growing from the severed neck, connecting to his head half a meter away.

The tall man slowly straightened up; his torn chest had already healed.

"That was just a warm-up. Where do you want to go?"

As he spoke, he raised his arms, and with a "whoosh," seven or eight chains flew out from his sleeves and attacked the dwarf boss from all directions.

......

On the other side...

When Victor noticed the sun shower starting in the clear sky, and then as darkness fell...

Anxiety began to creep into his heart.