Extraordinary Noble

Colin didn't kill innocents indiscriminately, but he still attacked the scarred-faced militia.

"Oh my God, that noble attacked Oba."

"Oh my God, Oba has fallen, what is this noble going to do?"

The surrounding peasants and militiamen quickly discovered the situation and exclaimed in surprise. In Van Gogh, it was a crime for nobles to kill commoners, but it was not a serious crime.

Therefore, seeing Colin, the nobleman who stopped here, the militiamen recommended Scarface to investigate the situation. Although the militiamen were in a commotion, they were afraid to step forward for a while. After a long time, two bold militiamen came up to check the situation tremblingly, but found that Oba was not dead.

I saw this noble boy sitting on Oba's chest, with one hand touching Oba's neck, and a silver dagger in the other, cutting Oba's right wrist, the wound was not deep, only a little blood was left.

"Ouch. What do you want. Great noble Van Gogh, I didn't mean to offend you, please forgive me." The scarred-faced Oba was extremely frightened, but he didn't dare to struggle, just howling.

"I have a pulse, I can hear the beating of my heart, I feel pain, I feel fear. This is a completely normal person." Colin frowned and muttered to himself, then quickly stood up from Obama's body.

Colin thought of that Leon Brown, who also had a heartbeat and a body temperature.

Obama and the other two militiamen became more and more afraid. We are not normal people, are you a normal person? This nobleman must be a lunatic.

"It probably won't work, but I'll give it a try." Colin ignored the militiamen, jumped onto the horse's back, and then turned the horse's head and galloped south.

After a while, Colin once again had a flower in front of his eyes, once again facing north.

In front of him, the scar-faced Oba bowed deeply to him and asked, "Sir, do you need any help?"

"No, thank you." Colin nodded to Auba in a graceful manner, and then elegantly knocked the belly of the Donggrand warhorse with his stirrups, and the excellent warhorse carried him to the north and galloped away. .

"Why does it feel a little weird? It's obviously the first time we met, but why do you feel a little familiar?" The scarred-faced Oba touched the back of his head, feeling inexplicable.

The wheat fields on both sides of the road quickly retreated backwards. The warm wind rushed towards his face, and Colin's dark blue eyes on the horse's back flashed with strange colors.

The beginning was the knight kreuk, or the werewolf krak. He said Brown was under attack and asked Will City for help and we decided to act.

On the way, Crook attacked me and was killed by me.

After arriving at Brown Collar and Brown Town, I met Leon Brown. Live.

Whether or not Brown Collar was attacked, something must have happened. It may be the legendary ghosts, evil spirits and other undead.

In order not to irritate them or them, I pretended to be very peaceful and stayed in Brown Town for one night. The next day, I found a reason to leave town.

I thought it would end with this, but...  

This kind of weird thing is beyond my ability, but since I am deeply involved in it, there is nothing I can do. The source must be in Browntown...  

If my expectations are not bad, that person will also be there.

Under the charming sunshine, Colin seemed to put on a layer of golden armor, and straddled the Donggrand war horse to reach Brown Town again.

The guards still noticed Colin. An older guard came up and asked politely, "My dear gentleman, why did you visit Brown Town?"

"My father used to be an adventurer and was an excellent friend with your knight kreuk. This time I passed by Browntown on something to visit knight kreuk. But I don't know knight krak Can you lead the way for me?" Colin stood on his horse, holding the reins in his hand, and said calmly.

"Of course you can." The older guard was stunned for a moment, and then answered happily. He first went back to talk with his companions, and then he personally stepped forward to lead the horse for Colin and led him to a single-family house.

This is a two-story, two-room house, which seems to be a few years old, and the exterior is full of mottled traces of time.

"This gentleman, Knight Krok lives here." The guard saluted Colin.

"Thank you." Colin nodded, then fumbled around his waist, took out a shiny silver coin, and threw it to the other party.

"Thank you, sir." The older guard showed a happy look, hurriedly reached out to take the silver coin, and left with great gratitude.

Colin rolled over and got off his horse, came to the dark red gate, and knocked on the door.

"Dong Dong Dong"

"Who?" An indifferent voice sounded.

Colin raised his brows. Sure enough, he was still alive.

"My name is Colin Russell, and I'm from Will City." Colin replied calmly, but his right hand was already on the hilt of the magic sword on the left.

"Viscount Will Russell?" The voice was no longer indifferent, replaced by thick confusion ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After a while of footsteps, the dark red door was opened.

A middle-aged man walked out, and it was Crook who was slaughtered by Colin himself.

"Pfft." Colin's right hand pulled out the magic sword from his waist like electricity, only to see the silver light flashing away, and the magic sword had pierced through Crook's neck.

"Why!!!" Crook's head fell from his neck, his eyes flashed with stunned and confused colors, and his mouth opened and closed.

Colin was about to answer when his eyes flashed. In front of him again appeared the scar-faced Oba.

"Sir, do you need any help?" Oba bowed deeply to Colin and asked.

"I thought Crook was the source, but didn't I think it would be useless to kill him?" Colin muttered to himself, and in Obama's deeply confused eyes, he galloped without saying a word. Browntown.

Under the charming sunshine, Colin once again arrived at Brown Town. Without waiting for the older militiaman to come up to greet him, Colin rode his horse toward him, and under the stunned look of the other side, he chopped off the other side's head with a sword.

Colin's eyes flashed, and he returned to the same place. Oba with a scar-faced face appeared again in front of him. This time Colin stabbed him to death with a sword without waiting for him to speak. Then, with a flash in front of his eyes, he returned to the same place. Had to listen to Scarface Oba's question again.

"Sir, do you need any help?"

Colin wasn't crazy, but a little irritable. Then he rode his horse past Scarface's side, came to the militia team, and stabbed a militiaman to death with a sword. Then, with a flash in front of his eyes, he returned to the same place.

"If you kill one by one, you will always encounter one that will change, right?" Colin was extremely irritable, but he firmly waved the magic sword in his hand.