Chapter 167 Killing the Prince of Darkness

The hunter assessment is over, but the storm caused by this assessment has just begun.

A high-priced magic scroll that can sell for a thousand gold coins costs nothing but a blank memory scroll for eighty gold coins.

Such a lucrative business, naturally, there are a lot of people who want to do it.

But soon, someone discovered that the purchased magic scroll could not be ripped.

Anyone who wants to rip the scroll will immediately ignite and destroy it. It is certain that the person who made this battle magic light shaft had long expected that someone would rip it. He drew on the magic scroll. A copy-proof fire magic circle.

In this way, the battle about Inabayama's B-level assessment became even more mysterious.

Those who bought the scrolls regarded it as a kind of capital to show off. These days, the most frequently asked questions by the hunters of Inaba Mountain are not such as how is the weather today or what quests did you take? The daily topic has become, have you bought that combat magic light shaft?

At this time, no one cared about the whereabouts of the Black Hu Chaser Team, the loser of the assessment competition.

On a starless and moonless night, outside the Hunter's Guard City of Inaba Mountain, there were only a few sloping dwarf trees on the boundless soil.

Hei Er and Hei San hunched their backs and knelt on the ground, and in front of them stood a famous man.

The man turned his back to the two of them, and he couldn't see his specific appearance, but his sturdy body and the death-like aura emanating from him made the originally gloomy wilderness even more cold.

In the man's hand, he was holding an open battle magic scroll. This one was the B-rank test match that took place in the Inabayama Arena two days ago.

When the Huang Teng Summoner got close to Hei Si and chopped off Hei Si's wrist, the man groaned, and the magic scroll in his hand snapped shut.

"That's not some great combat skill, it's just a medical skill, the other side used the doctor's technique," the man's tone was cold enough to drip water, and his voice fell on Hei Er and Hei San. In their ears, the two of them couldn't help shivering.

With the doctor's technique, the warriors in Qin An's dignified camp actually lost in the hands of a doctor!

Hei Er and Hei San were like being slapped twice in the face. The eldest was dead, and the fourth was also dead. They didn't even have time to take the corpse away, so they just bought this battle magic light shaft in a hurry, just to check Know the true origin of the summoner.

I thought that the other party would be an extraordinary person from outside the world, or a spy sent by the Great Zhou Kingdom, but who knows, she is just a doctor.

"Your mission failed, and it also exposed the identity of Hou Qin's secret agents. I don't need to teach you what to do." The man still did not turn around, but his words had already sentenced Hei Er and Hei San to death.

Originally, Hei Er and Hei San did not need to die, but their identities have been seen through. Coupled with this magical memory light axis, if the two returned to Hou Qin, it would be equivalent to exposing the entire dark camp, and the brothers were not dead. .

"Prince Dark, please spare our brothers, we have killed nearly a hundred Da Zhou C-level hunters, and it can be considered that we have completed the task assigned to us by the organization, please!" Hei Er and Hei San begged, Want to survive.

It turned out that the man in black turned out to be the prince of Hou Qin.

The dark prince of Hou Qin was famous among the five countries in the mainland.

In the dark camp, there are fifty first-class warriors, all of them are masters above the level of Wuzong, 300 are second-class warriors, all are masters above the level of Wuzun, and one thousand are third-class warriors, all of which are above the level of great warriors.

The four Heihu brothers, although their cultivation bases are only Wuzun, are cunning and cruel. In the past two years, there has been a faint trend of being promoted from third-rate warriors to second-rate warriors.

Losing four quasi second-rate warriors at one time, Prince Anger himself was also very troubled.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance. I'll count to ten. After ten, I'll take another shot. If you can escape, I'll let you live." Prince An seemed to be unbearable. The black three on the ground jumped up and ran to the south wide field.

But Hei Er was like a fool, kneeling on the ground, motionless.

Prince An didn't lift his eyelids, he could only hear him counting in a low voice: "One, two..."

By the time he counted to ten, Hei San had already run thousands of meters away.

At such a distance, only a magician can succeed with a single blow, but Prince Antar himself is a martial artist.

A martial artist whose cultivation is unpredictable and has never shown his skills before his subordinates.

The wind seemed to blow stronger.

Hei Er, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't even dare to lift his head.

He could only see the dark prince's feet.

Suddenly, the feet in the dark boots disappeared, and the dark prince's figure merged into the night.

In the distance, Hei San, who was struggling to escape, a cloud of blood burst out from his body, and his body was torn into two halves.

Prince An's hand, a hand covered with fine scales, did not look like a human hand at all. It penetrated Hei San's body with his bare hands. Whether it was Hei San or Hei Er, he could clearly see how he made his move.

Hei San, who was wearing a battle armor, had no resistance at all, and was torn in half alive.

Under the dark night, the dark prince's eyes radiated scarlet blood.

His face was also exposed.

It was a resolute, manly face, with wild black hair.

The dark prince was like a lone wolf in the desert, and he threw Hei San's body like waste paper.

"Why didn't you run?" Prince An didn't immediately kill Hei Er. If he remembered correctly, Hei Er was the most thoughtful of the four brothers of the Hei family.

"The prince has successfully merged the blood of the beast king. In the world, except for the top ones, no one can escape the palm of your hand, the prince." Hei Er's face was pale, and within a few days, the four brothers of the Hei family He was the only one left.

Life and death were no longer so scary for him.

"You're smart, tell me a reason not to kill you." On Prince An's hand, the fine scales quickly faded away, and his hand returned to its original shape, a pair of elegant, noble hands.

"This subordinate knows that he has lost Hou Qin's face and deserves death. But when he went to Inaba Mountain this time, he also met someone. I believe that Prince An will be interested in his whereabouts," Hei Er licked She licked her dry lips, trying to make up for it.

"Who?" The dark prince seemed to be interested.

"Xianju, Kamikaze King," He San said, and opened a wound on his forehead. The wound was left after he was attacked with a stone in the arena a few days ago. , there is still a part of the magic power of elf magic.