Chapter 1170: Killing saints

The blood blade is in a tavern on the wilderness, meets Gretz Dupont.
That was the first time she matched this map. The entourage she was carrying had already died in the previous battle. The incompetent teammates had already hanged, leaving only the scarred girl, who was alone in the wilderness. .
After treating the eyes of several cowboys with short knives and slender steel needles, the blood blade threw the body into the bushes and went to a nearby pub, intending to find information by convention.
Even in the game, "the world is famous", the usual action mode is similar to that of ordinary players. In addition to "treating the enemy" will enjoy a long time, the usual blood blade is basically following the principle of efficiency first, choose the most efficient way to act.
- Collecting intelligence and hiring in the pub is the most efficient way to do this game.
The blood blade pushed the broken wooden door of the pub into the sweltering wooden house, and the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat smell began to irritate the nose.
A group of brutal and rude cowboys are shaking their glasses in a drunken manner. After seeing the blood blade entering the house, she only glanced at her a little, and then turned her eyes back to the original position.
These cowboys don't like the little girl type, but the adult woman who is hot. For the skinny guys like the blood blade, they are not interested at all.
The blood blade took a few banknotes from the backpack and was about to go to the boss to inquire about the information. An old man hidden in the corner attracted her attention.
It was a body squatting, ragged old man, the gully on his face was as deep as the Great Rift Valley in East Africa, and the turbid and innocent eyes kept turning. It looks like a common tramp on the western wilderness.
If it is in peacetime, there is no such thing as a blade for this typical weak person. The strange thing is that when she saw the old man, she noticed a subtle dangerous premonition.
"Is it an illusion..."
The blood blade stared at the old man, but found the old man twitching his head, his eyes on her face, slowly opening his mouth, silently saying a few words in the noisy pub:
--leave here.
Even if I can't read the other's lips, the blood blade still understands the meaning of the old man. Ghosts made the difference, she would never listen to NPC, and began to turn to the door of the pub.
Before leaving, she noticed the contents of these cowboys chatting in the pub and found that these people seemed to be working towards the same goal:
"Did you find the criminal, should he just hide here?"
"You don't grab it... the reward of the criminal... it's mine!"
"You drink too much, so you can't make money."
"It's better for us to catch a living, one person with a piece of meat in the past, you can also divide the money!"
"You got into the water..."
- It sounds like the cowboys here are coming to the bounty of the criminals. Realizing this, the blood blade just in front of the door changed the route and planned to turn around and ask the pub owner for information. at this time……
The strings of death are tightened.
The flesh and blood tears, the corpse floor sounds, the sound of the internal organs sounded in sequence, and everyone except the blood blade in the pub turned into pieces in an instant!
"..."
Even the cruel blood blade in the game has never seen such an incredible "exceal". She blinked hard and couldn't help wondering if she was daydreaming.
How is this dreamy slaughtering method done?
Under the gaze of the blood-streaked eyes, the old man in the corner of the room pulled off the rags and stood up. The whole person was directly 20 centimeters tall and turned from a old man to a thin man.
The man's face was covered with a pale mask, and the filaments sticking out of his hands were still flesh and blood. While tearing off the disguise, his name also appeared in front of the blood:
"The Faceless" Gretz Dupont, the heroic NPC (the leader), cannot be recruited.
- This place will actually appear BOSS?
I witnessed the gorgeous killing method of the other party. The blood blade was so excited that I could barely breathe. I finally managed to slow down. I asked the subconsciously: "Why are you here?"
"They are really annoying." Gretz Dupont smiled slightly, reached out to help the mask on his face, opened the plasma-covered parcel, and took a white coat from the inside.
The man is like a deformable ability. In the moment of putting on white, his height is reduced by ten centimeters. His body shape is also a lot slimmer. Even the voice of his voice has become a soft female voice:
"I am leaving, little girl."
"Wait a minute..." The blood blade reached out and wanted to retain each other.
"I know what you want to say, or save it."
Gretz Dupont, disguised as a woman, turned around and the brown wig swayed behind her back: "But if you really want to do this, maybe I can give you a chance."
"What opportunity?" Blood Blade immediately asked questions.
"If you can find me again, I will join your majesty." Gretz Dupont said to leave the back door of the pub: "Goodbye, little girl."
The voice of the "woman" gradually drifted away with the sound of the horseshoe. The blood blade is still stuck in a pub filled with dead bodies, staring down at this picture of art.
The epic killing scene just now is still playing back in front of the blood. I don't know how long it took, she finally came back and bent her eyes to show her excited smile:
"I will find you, Gretz Dupont."
......
After that, in order to find the murderer as an art-like criminal, the blood blade has come to the pioneers' wilderness many times, but every time he returns without success.
This time she pulled Lin Chi, just to find the god-killer. In the eyes of the blood, the opportunity to accept Gretz Dupon as a follower is definitely not to be missed.
It is also after seeing the man’s killing that the blood blade’s requirements for killing are becoming more and more strict. For her, it is too low-level to hire a bounty hunter to collect the head.
but……
"You are, that person?"
The blade made an exaggerated laughter, and the contempt was overwhelming: "Don't make me laugh, Gretz Dupont won't use your despicable means."
"That's just your wishful thinking." Mr. Spencer turned and his blue eyes stared at the blade: "You made Graz Dupon as a saint and thought he was a gorgeous legend." The perpetrator. But I just wanted to solve those idiots quickly and cut them into pieces, which was the fastest way."
"The 'sage' in your fantasy doesn't exist at all. Gretz Dupont is just a common criminal. He also hires murderers, he also handles the body himself, and occasionally leaves the wrong clues to mislead the bounty hunter... ..."
"Shut up." The blood blade lowered his head and clenched his left fist.
"At that time, I didn't get the power of today. I could only escape in the image of the perpetrator. But it is different now..."
Mr. Spencer raised his left hand to the three people, as if he was carrying out a certain ceremony: "I joined the 'Oasis Army' in order to have today's achievements. Now, on behalf of the Oasis Army, three people are invited to be guests."

Oasis Army is your university community?
Lin Chixi said ironically.
"Please don't be nervous, please don't be nervous." Mr. Spencer turned his head and looked at Lin Chi: "I just want to show our future to the three."
"It sounds like someone is tricking a small black house into a pyramid scheme." Lin Chi smiled.
Since he still doesn't know what this "Oasis Army" is, he naturally won't agree with the other party's invitation so easily.
However, when the blood blade looked up again, it gave a completely different answer:
"I have to go see it," she said.