Chapter 1122 Taylor Takes Action

Taylor suddenly opened his invisible shield. I didn't know why, but I was stunned.

However, he was stunned for only half a second before he heard several soft popping sounds. At least a dozen crossbow arrows were quietly blocked by the shield and clattered to the ground.

Only then did I feel that there were more than a dozen auras stopping outside the hospital, and I couldn't help but secretly exclaimed: It's so dangerous.

I drank too much and ate too much meat today, so my vigilance was lowered by 40 to 50%. I couldn't even notice that I was being attacked. I was really ashamed.

Furthermore, these dozen or so people are probably not ordinary level adventurers. Judging from the force and speed of the crossbow arrows, as well as the magical properties wrapped around the arrows, I am afraid these people are all beings of comparable strength to me.

Taylor waved his hand and muttered a spell. Suddenly, there seemed to be a breeze, but the old man seemed to be like a soaring cloud, floating up from the ground out of thin air. It seemed very slow at first, but it only took a blink of an eye. , disappeared from my eyes, as if it had never appeared from the beginning!

I felt a chill in my heart, quickly got up and jumped over the wall.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw Mr. Taylor with one hand behind his back and his waist straight, looking at a dozen murderous assassins in front of him.

The old man is dressed in a mage's robe, and his old face, white hair and long beard make him look like an old master hermit in martial arts novels.

Looking at the dozen assassins on the opposite side, they are uniformly dressed. If I remember correctly, the assassins wearing these clothes are not the subordinates of Akahavi, but the subordinates of an organization that I have not investigated yet.

The assassins in this organization are all extremely ferocious, good at sneak attacks, and use desperate moves every time they strike. Even I suffered a loss the first time I faced them.

Now, there are more than a dozen people facing Mr. Taylor. No matter how I look at it, I am still worried about him.

I whispered to Taylor: "Old man, you push him first, and I'll go back and get the knife."

Taylor snorted coldly: "The world is getting worse!"

My tone was wrong when I heard this, and I was afraid that the old man would misunderstand that I was running away from the battlefield, so I planned to explain to him that I really went to get the knife, not because I was afraid of these idiots.

Before I could say anything, Taylor said again: "A group of young brats, who know some assassin skills and rely on their talents, think that they are powerful assassins. Don't they know that the sky is high?"

After hearing this, I felt a little relieved. It turned out that Taylor was not blaming me.

He breathed softly and was about to jump back into the courtyard and get the knife when he heard Taylor say: "You bastard, you stay here and don't let the remaining soldiers enter the courtyard."

Then, without waiting for me to speak, he whispered a spell. In an instant, an arrow with dazzling light condensed from before his index finger, and pierced the throat of an assassin with lightning speed. All this happened. It was too fast, not to mention those assassins, even I didn’t have time to react.

With an explosion, the arrow turned into a ball of fire, blowing half of the assassin's body into pieces.

Before the firelight dissipated, Taylor chanted a few more times, and a dozen bright yellow arrows formed in front of his palm. With a soft drink from him, the arrows turned into a dozen lightning bolts, piercing through more than a dozen people who were not there yet. When the assassin came back to his senses, there was a crackling sound, and black smoke emitted from the bodies of more than a dozen assassins at the same time, accompanied by bursts of burnt aroma.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen assassins died on the spot. Not only did they have no chance to dodge, they didn't even see how the opponent chanted magic or condensed the arrows, and they just died in a daze.

The remaining three people had horror flashing through their eyes at the same time, and they unconsciously took a few steps back. Their appearance was completely different from when they fought against me.

At that time, each of them had the determination to die and the unyielding will. They fought with me like mad dogs, wishing to bite me to death on the spot. Even if some of them were beheaded by me with a knife, they showed no fear, as if Death is a glorious thing to them.

But now, the remaining three people's eyes were like frightened hamsters, and the hands holding the crossbows were even trembling slightly.

Is this the oppression caused by the gap in strength?

When facing a strong enemy that may be defeated, determination will emerge without fear of death. But when facing an unattainable opponent, one will feel fear and even have the intention to retreat?

Fortunately, I listed them as dangerous at the beginning. Looking at it now, my idea is really ridiculous.

While he was laughing at himself, Taylor asked: "Do you want to live?"

I glanced at the frightened three people and asked him, "Can all three be captured alive?"

Taylor nodded.

"Then capture them all alive," I said. "It just so happens that I also want to know what kind of organization they are."

While he was talking, he heard Taylor singing softly, and then, three finger-thick lightnings hit three people respectively and knocked them away.

After doing all this, Taylor put his hands behind his back and returned to his appearance as a kind old man, with a kind face, as if it was not him who had just killed a dozen people with thunderous means, but someone else.

After handing the unconscious three people to Ren, I turned back.

A night of walking allowed me to completely digest the black beef jerky slowly in my stomach. I felt a little hungry again when I touched my stomach, but little Remi was lying on the sofa fast asleep. With her keen five senses, I will definitely be awakened by the smell of beef jerky, and I will definitely be clamoring for snacks.

It is not good for children to eat too many late-night snacks. In order for Remy to grow up healthily, I had no choice but to resist my hunger desire, quietly lie down on the sofa, and go to sleep.

Early the next morning, I was woken up by the strong fragrance. I opened my eyes and looked at the magic wall clock. It was already half past five. There were bursts of cooking sounds in the kitchen, mixed with the sound of chopping vegetables. It was probably Florence and the landlady were preparing breakfast together in the kitchen.

I stood up and wanted to stretch my waist, but I felt something was hanging on my clothes. When I turned around, I saw that Remi was playing with the clothes on my back. My clothes were made of cowhide and were very tough. Remy held the small decorative ring on her clothes with her little hands and dangled it in the air, as if she was playing with the hanging ring.

I looked ashamed and couldn't help but ask: "Is it fun?"

Remy said 'hmm' and smiled like a flower.

Speechless, I stood up and let her play with her clothes while I walked to the bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth.

Fortunately, Remi let go of her hand after I washed my face, otherwise I would have had to hold back a lot of urine and wait for her to finish playing with it before excreting it.

After cleaning my stomach, as soon as I came out of the bathroom, Remy floated behind me again and hung on my back. Looking at it, I would definitely not let go until I had a good time.

In desperation, I went to the yard, where Tyler was doing his morning exercise.

I subconsciously glanced outside the hospital. Apart from a few pools of ashes, I couldn't see any corpses or blood at all.

Turning to look at Taylor, Taylor said: "You have to deal with the mice thoroughly. You can't just sleep when you came back yesterday."