After Len finished his meal, he began his afternoon scouting.
In fact, sneak attacks were very technical. When dealing with magic beasts, because the sense of smell of magic beasts was too sensitive, Clayon had developed a special ability.
Now, it was much easier to deal with people.
After deciding on the place to go today, Clayon hummed a little tune and slowly began the final preparations before night. He took a nap first and then prepared to fight through the night.
When night fell, Clayon finished packing and walked out of the hotel room with his back bent. He gave the waiter a silver coin as a reward before leaving the hotel and heading straight to the destination.
Little White followed closely behind him and hopped forward.
Little White was the first magical beast that Clayon owned, and it looked very cute, so it was often let out of the book by Clayon.
The Wild Wolf City under the night sky didn't change even though a few Magical Beasts had appeared. It was as lively as ever, and the main streets were still filled with people.
Clayon crossed the main street and made a turn to the first ambush point of the day.
There were quite a few people here today. Two black-clothed swordsmen in front of Clayon blocked the way.
Clayon turned around and wanted to leave, but he found another swordsman in black blocking his way.
At this moment, even a fool knew that this was directed at him. Clayon frowned.
Clayon had already run up and easily jumped onto a low wall beside him. Then, he flipped over and jumped out.
The three swordsmen were stunned. They realized that this target's reaction was too fast, and it was a little unconventional. If it was an ordinary person who saw the three of them blocking the road, even if they guessed it, they would have asked about their purpose first. However, this person in front of him didn't even ask and ran away.
The three swordsmen were stunned for a moment before they reacted and chased after him.
After climbing over the low wall, they could still see the target's figure. The three of them looked at each other and chased after him from three different directions.
One of the people from the east had just run a dozen meters when he felt his whole body go numb. Immediately after, the cold air spread throughout his body, and five miniature ice snakes bit his legs tightly.
Before the swordsman could react, he was hit hard on the back of his head.
The swordsman rolled his eyes and fainted.
Clayon threw away the club and nimbly turned the swordsman over. He had been doing this for the past few days. In a short while, even the things in the swordsman's underwear fell into Clayon's hands.
Then, he saw eleven magical beasts, including Whitey, surrounding the swordsman and stomping on him. Little White was the youngest. It picked the place that it was best at, and also the place where the man hurt the most.
Clayon heard the swordsman's scream and woke up. Without a word, he collected the eleven magic beasts and jumped.
When the two black-clothed swordsmen chased after him, they found that their companion was in a miserable state. They could not believe what they had seen. Their companion, who was still alive and kicking a minute ago, had now turned into a pig's head. The thing below was swollen like a radish.
The two swordsmen looked at each other and then followed in the direction where Clayon had escaped.
In the blink of an eye, Clayon had disappeared before his eyes.
The two of them were stunned. They had seen people hide their tracks in front of others, but they had never seen someone like Clayon disappear without a trace under the gaze of two pairs of eyes.
"Della, what happened? Didn't Lorant say that this person was a mage?”
"Bastard, Lorant must have been beaten into an idiot. Was there a mage who could run faster than a warrior? Yabi, how do we chase after them?"
"We can't separate. This man is too cunning. Moreover, Vicar's appearance just now clearly indicated that it was the fiercest magical beast in the city these days. I guess that those magical beasts must have something to do with him.”
Dira nodded. He was about to speak when he heard a gust of wind behind his head, followed by a loud bang.
Dira fainted and fell to the ground.
Yabi hurriedly turned around and drew her sword, slashing. Her movements were the limit of her reaction.
The person behind him was even faster. The moment the sneak attack succeeded, he threw his club and jumped far away. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran.
Seeing that Clayon had already reached the top of a building with three leaps, Abi did not dare to delay any further and hurriedly sped up to catch up.
Abi's eyes were fixed on Clayon, and she didn't dare to relax. She didn't even know how Clayon had managed to sneak behind them. If she let this person escape her sight, who knew if she would be as unlucky as Dira.
The two of them jumped and shuttled on the roof, one in front and one behind, less than ten meters apart.
Clayon tried his best to change directions, but he still couldn't shake off Arbi.
No matter what, Abi was still a warrior of the seventh rank. No matter how fast Clayon was, he couldn't outrun a warrior of the seventh rank. He was getting closer and closer.
Ybi gritted his teeth and brandished his sword. As he chased, he said,""Stop right there, or I'll chop you to death."
Clayon turned around and shrunk his neck in fear. He exerted all his strength in his legs, hoping to put some distance between him and Yabi.
"Brat, if you run again, your grandfather will catch you and make you wish you were dead.”
Ybi didn't expect her words to be so powerful. With just one sentence, the guy in front of her moved even faster.
"Am I stupid or are you stupid? Big brother, please, you're the one who wants to catch me.”
Clayon didn't even turn his head, nor did he stop moving. His two legs were faster than a four-legged magic beast. Yabi gritted his teeth and chased after him. He had seen mages before, but he had never seen a mage who didn't look like a mage.
Mages usually used spells in fights, but this time, they used Sap and sneak attacks without using any spells.
Abel was starting to wonder if this man was a Magician or a Warrior. But now, he looked more like a hooligan who was robbing people.
Clayon's heart was in his throat. The person behind him was getting closer and closer. If he continued to chase like this, he would be caught in no time. The most infuriating thing was that his legs began to go weak.
Behind the two of them, three Adjudicators followed closely behind. With their strength, it was too easy for them to hide their strength from the two people in front of them. The Sith priest had instructed them to only attack in a life-and-death situation.
Clayon was in danger, but it wasn't a life-and-death situation yet, so the three of them wouldn't make a move for the time being.
Clayon didn't know about this. He was looking for an opportunity to escape. Now, he began to regret not running away just now. Instead, he had to sneak up on them.
There were all kinds of medicine in this world, but there was no medicine for regret.
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