Chapter 507: Assault (1)

Two gangsters were sitting at the door of the hotel in Green Valley Town, their clothes dirty and ugly. They grabbed the roasted lamb chops and swallowed them in the gills. They looked like hyenas. They did not stop chewing and chewing on the upper and lower jaws. They were rough and ugly.
The gangsters in the north are like cows and hair. They live in no fixed place, and they have to sleep in the wild. They can only find opportunities for robbery in the wilderness. Only the chief can eat a full stomach, and other miscellaneous fish are also extremely difficult.
The hardship on the verge of death forced the gangsters to be extremely vicious. They are like locusts who are not afraid of death. They seize the opportunity and swept across the ground, ignoring all the desperate attacks, creating countless human tragedies.
Green Valley Town is a hard bone for the gangsters to eat. This time it is easy to break through the power of the long-legged home, and they will not easily leave when they come in.
The occupied town hotel is on two floors, with hundreds of square meters inside.
The shop door has been rotten, leaving fresh blood. A woman fell outside the shop. The wounds on her forehead and arm were bleeding, and although she had some breath, she was extremely weak.
There were several corpses slain outside the hotel, all innocently killed residents. Their blood flows along the cracks of the stone slab and spreads to the street outside the hotel, forming a puddle.
The gangsters turned a blind eye to this, but instead grabbed the wine sacs and shouted loudly, swearing and swearing.
In the middle of the night, the noise spread far away with the wind, and the whole town could hear it.
But the town was as dead as a dark graveyard. The gangsters existed like ghosts, and the people who were still alive were hiding at home, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.
The condensed blood solidified in the depression of the road, and it was translucent under the bonfire. A cold air blew through, the clotted blood clot broke apart, and a hand suddenly came out.
The weird palm is like peeling off the skin, smelling. It instantly split into two, elongating like electro-optics, and at the same time strangling the gatekeeper gangster outside the hotel.
The two gangsters were drunk, bragging with each other to compare how many people they killed, how many weak and bullied, how many villages they destroyed, and what heinous atrocities they did.
They spoke in great detail, as if they could hear the crying of children, the screams of women, the cry of men, and the countless ugly faces cheering and laughing in the background.
Bloody hands choked the two gangsters, stuck their mouthpieces, and extracted their flesh and blood. Let all their words be silent, only the terrified soul is struggling in pain.
Outside the bonfire at the door of the hotel, a black staff appeared slowly in the darkness, followed by light illuminating the necromancer in black robe.
Strangled by hands, the flesh of the two gangsters began to wither. Their faces shrivelled quickly, their eyes deep, and their eyes burst.
Necromancers slowly stepped on the stone steps of the hotel. He ignored the gangster's misfortune and only looked down at the dying woman at the door, then turned back and whispered:
"This woman is still saved."
After strangling the gangster, the two hands were several times thicker. It seems to absorb enough nutrients, slammed towards the ground. The blood pit on the ground expanded, first revealing a head, followed by the body and complete limbs.
‘Curse of Blood’.
The anger and unwillingness of the martyr merge into the residual blood, and magic gives it the power of revenge. The formed blood man can only exist for a few minutes, and it groaned and rushed into the hotel.
Several people appeared in the darkness, and they rushed to different targets according to Adrian ’s investigation. Afterwards, an epidemic priest came up, inspected the woman who had fallen outside the hotel, and treated and bandaged her.
The hotel was full of sour smells, tables and chairs were toppled, dishes were scattered, and more than thirty gangsters occupied the place and spoiled the night.
Robbery, killing, torture, carnival, the gangsters go through this cycle every time. They are in a state of complete relaxation, unguarded.
The cursed blood man rushed into the hotel lobby with hatred, and his figure immediately turned into several branches. Its arm is like an entangled chain, looking for the nearest gangster to attack.
There was a scream on the floor of the hall.
The gangsters are diverse, a little shriveled like a goblin, some strong and savage like an orc, and more like a pitiful beggar, but in fact sly and cunning like to sneak in the back.
The cursed blood man rushed in, and the groggy gangsters immediately fry the pan. Some people were hurt, some were struggling, some jumped in search of weapons.
The scolding and the roaring one after another, everyone was alarmed one by one.
Seven or eight torches were lit in the hotel lobby, illuminating a terrible scene. The curse of the blood man turned into a forked trunk, and multiple blood-red arms attacked at the same time.
The gangsters fought back immediately after waking up, hacking their swords and throwing torches.
Ordinary weapons are useless, and the blood arms twisted and twisted in the cut can't stop their subsequent attacks. But torches can play a deterrent role.
There are more and more gangsters waking up, and the scene is more chaotic.
These guys have extremely rich fighting experience, trying to get together and counterattack at the same time. Someone is shouting loudly, let the companions attack together.
But the necromancer Mondino was already standing at the door of the hotel, and his frosted, hoarse voice sounded as the staff waved.
"Even as a dead person, I can't stand your atrocities. The despicable ones are not qualified or in this world."
Mondino slammed his staff towards the ground, and the "Frightening Technique" was released with a 60-degree conical fan.
The clamoring gangsters were as if they were hit by a violent attack, and the attack in the middle of the night caused them to fall into disorder and chaos. Arcane power directly hits their brains and destroys the will to resist.
More than half of the gangsters are within the arcane range of influence.
They suddenly screamed sharply, and there was endless fear in their hearts. The cursed blood man in front of him suddenly became unimaginable and terrible, completely irresistible like a demon.
Run away.
Monster, monster is coming.
To die, we are all dead.
The morale of the gangsters has always been high and low, and a panic can cause a group of people to collapse. Suddenly more than half of the gangsters ran away with their heads closed, and the other half refused to stay and resisted. They also turned around and ran.
Panic is always the biggest cause of death and injury.
When the gangsters emptied their backs, the cursed blood man was able to launch an attack without hindrance. Five or six blood arms stretched out for several meters, again strangling the enemy's throat.
The strangled gangster was grabbed off the ground by the arm and wriggled and struggled in mid-air. Their hands are grabbing, their legs are shaking, and they are approaching death in fear and panic.
Many gangsters escaped by chance and left the hotel by climbing doors and windows. As soon as they thought they would be safe as long as they hid in the dark, the whizzing noises that followed the soul appeared.
Arrows shot through their backs.
The half-elf archer stood on the top of the hotel, and the metal composite bow was pulling volley quickly. Some gangsters also tried to bring goods when they fled. These guys run slowly and are the best targets.
The half-elf archer reported great anger at these scumbags. Dark vision allowed him to shoot arrows without fail, and he could shoot an arrow in almost two seconds.
The steel arrow is extremely penetrating, and it is almost a must-have for armor-free personnel.
The gangster with the arrow in the vest will plop and fall, and then repeatedly twist in the pain until the last drop of blood is exhausted by the bloodlet on the arrow shaft.
Among the gangsters are armored bosses who are not bad in strength. As long as they can withstand their physical strength, they will wear two or three pieces of broken armor to provide protection as much as possible.
For these bosses, if the steel arrows of the half-elves fail to accurately hit their heads, it is difficult to shoot effectively.
Adrian is also on the top of the building. In his hand is a light crossbow equipped with an eccentric wheel. The rate of fire is slower, but more precise and powerful.
This collapsible light crossbow is very light, but the winding must be ratcheted and levered. What it shoots is not an ordinary long rod crossbow, but a slender needle-shaped arrow.
This is a murder weapon designed and manufactured by Alsie according to the knowledge of real-world ballistics.
Metal crossbow arms can accelerate slender arrows to more than two hundred meters per second, the arrow speed is accurate, and the armor-breaking ability is two or three times higher than ordinary long-range weapons.
The leader of a gangster was wearing iron armor, but the half elf archer didn't even shoot two arrows, and he was still fleeing. But Adrian was struck by an arrow.
The half-elf whispered for this, then looked back at the light crossbow and said, "This kind of arrow is too vicious, not a weapon of justice."
"It's a just trial." Adrian felt happy instead. "Do you want to reject this powerful weapon?"
Huh, the half-elf archer turned his head proudly, "I hate the unrighteous, of course I don't refuse to use the most vicious means to destroy them."