The Game of Demon Hunter

Alves waited anxiously under the city wall for the arrival of the old lord. This matter was beyond his scope of handling. He didn't know what conspiracy Bandinic had, but it must have something to do with interests.

Ever since Algernon was seriously injured, there has been an undercurrent in the city of Godrim, and some people support Algernon's eldest son to become the new lord.

There are also many people who think that the second son of the old lord will be a sensible heir.

And Alves is the most loyal loyalist of Algernon, he will not have any inclinations until the old lord announces who he will give up the position of lord to.

But if he had to choose one of Algernon's three children as his object of allegiance, he would choose Algernon's little princess, Miss Elizabeth.

Elizabeth perfectly inherited the fine lineage of her biological mother. Although she was only fifteen years old, she already had a sense of honor and a sense of right and wrong, and her personality was very much like Algernon's young appearance.

At the very least, she will not extort money from her subjects, nor will she obey those nobles who have no sense of honor. Maybe she is still young, but in Alves' mind, Elizabeth is the most suitable candidate.

Godrim City is a new city, it needs a dynamic lord to develop.

At the end of the street corner, seven professionals wearing light armor and holding scimitars appeared in a battle formation. They belonged to Algernon's eldest son, Andrew.

Alves didn't know where Andrew found these seven masters. These people looked like professionals who had experienced battles and were good at cooperating.

With Andrew as a person, it would be impossible to pull out such a force without someone behind him to support him.

Seven professionals surrounded Andrew like stars and moon, while Andrew himself was wearing a delicate silk shirt, and the intricate and gorgeous neckline was dotted with fine gemstones.

As Algernon's eldest son, Andrew was already in his early thirties, and his growable beard made him look mature and stable at first glance.

But anyone who knows him knows that this man is really inferior to a beast.

In Godrim City, as soon as Andrew went to the streets, no matter the size of the aristocrats, they would deliberately avoid him, and even the merchants below were unwilling to have anything to do with him.

It's not the first time that Algernon's arm was cut off by a strange professional, and it was also caused by Andrew.

It's just that the group of people who rushed forward was interrupted by Bendinik who fell from the sky before they had time to put on a posture.

Although Bendynik is indeed a little inexperienced in his studies and has been out of battle for a long time on weekdays, he will not be thrown from the city wall and die directly.

The biggest characteristic of academic mages is that they are good at learning, summarizing, and listening to their teachers. The enchantments of all kinds of equipment on them are almost the same.

For example, [Feather Fall] is a low-level, but very practical spell that is necessary.

Bendinik slowed down slowly in mid-air, and landed on the ground like a feather. If it wasn't for the wound in his abdomen that caused him to stagger and fall down again, this fall could be regarded as graceful,

"Just wait, witcher, sooner or later you will regret it." The mage gritted his teeth in his heart and said while limping towards Andrew.

He is not sure about others, but this Andrew, who is the same as 250, Bendinik believes that he can fool him with a few words, especially at this time, when Andrew needs help from the outside world the most.

The support of the Woking Church has been invaluable to a young man at risk of losing his inheritance.

But his thoughts were interrupted by Alves' roar: "No! How dare you!"

These were the last words Bendynic heard.

In the next second, a short spear fell from the sky and shot out from the city wall, nailing the ambitious mage to the ground.

This time, the witcher didn't hold back, and the short spear pierced through the opponent's fragile neck at a 60-degree angle, directly nailing Bendynic in front of Anderson.

For this kind of idiot who wants to muddy the water and step on himself to gain benefits, Xu Yichen has no intention of letting him live.

Of course, the most important thing is that this sorcerer named Bandinic is too watery, and has no value in recruiting, just to express his attitude.

Far away from the crowd, Kidd, the pastor of the Woking Church stationed in Godrim City, swallowed his saliva, covered his blond hair with a black hood, turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Pastor Sharilla of Shangjin was slapped in the face. He told Bendinik after he drank too much last time. Whoever gets the armor back will be Sharilla's guest.

Apparently, Bendynic took this to heart, and was lucky enough to actually meet the Siris witcher.

Idiot, would it be an easy character to slap Pastor Shangjin's face at the entrance of the temple? How could such a person be provoked by little people like them!

Kidd, who spent money to donate the priesthood of the Bank of China, prayed like Ms. Woking, turned around and walked quickly towards the temple.

It should be a great achievement to report the news of the witcher in Godrim City to Lord Sharilla, right?

Thinking of this, Kidd's heart became even hotter, and he almost bumped into a very heroic girl beside him.

The girl who tied her brown hair into a ponytail avoided politely, and stretched out her hand to signal Kidd to go first. The anxious Kidd ignored the demeanor, and missed the girl with his first steps.

It took several minutes for Mikid to remember that the girl with brown hair was not Lord Algernon's youngest daughter?

She also returned to Godrim City?

Kidd paused for a moment, resisting the desire to look back, talking about the troubled times, and disappeared into the alley on the corner of the street.

"Ms. Woking's believers are always so realistic, aren't they?" The girl named Elizabeth smiled at the tall Amazon female warriors beside her: "I don't know what trouble my elder brother caused this time. Saying that Bendynic is a street-level character, my dad just couldn't hear it."

"Miss Elizabeth, let's go over and join in the fun first. It looks like your elder brother is about to be eaten alive by a witcher." A muscular Amazon female warrior with soft features said to Elizabeth.

The female warriors of the Amazon tribe wore tight leather armor and had a proud figure. They stood there like models on a catwalk in reality, but few of them really dared to look directly at their flesh.

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