[Slow Wear] Assassin System

This is my place, I can't let you kill people here

Miao Xuan sat down again, and buried his head mournfully to hide his beautiful head. At this moment, his heart was infinitely synchronized with the elf girl, and the two covered their faces at the same time amidst Eric's noise.

Doris didn't have the luck of these two, who were still able to bury their heads in the audience, while she could only be shamed and publicly executed with happy little fools.

Maybe it was Doris's angry complaint that took effect, and just when she rolled her eyes violently, a strong wind suddenly came down from their heads!

Doris instinctively opened her bone wings and bounced away, but Eric couldn't dodge and was swept to the edge of the ring by the strong wind. The violent wind blade plowed a deep bone gap on his arm. Ke's stout greatsword left an ugly nick.

The person who fell in the air said in a mysterious and ineffable language: [Wind]

Eric can also use the dragon language of flame, but it is also the driving element. Eric's can only be regarded as a shallow puddle, but this person's wind is the surging river and sea.

"Dodge!" Doris, who had already run out of the attack range, immediately changed her expression, she subconsciously said, 【Asylum! 】

A thin invisible film covered Eric's body, but the successive storms seemed to hold sharp knives tightly together and pressed them down. They easily tore the film and fell on the boy one after another. In the blink of an eye, he was cut bloody.

Couldn't Erik, the wind blade, escape twice in a row?This seems to be a fatal mistake for this little sub-dragon who is the best among young dragons.

Eric couldn't move because he saw a pair of golden eyes, and the power in them made him unable to move.

These eyes were not Diosidia's.

Although Eric hadn't seen Dioxidi's eyes a few times, he was able to confirm this immediately the moment he saw the golden pupils.

It also contains majesty, Dioxidi's golden eyes are chilling, indifferent, with a murderous intent, they are burning and bright when staring at you; but these eyes are contemptuous, cruel, and condescending Contemptuous, like a beast looking down on an ant.

The owner of these eyes is a tall warrior in black armor. He landed lightly on the ground, his eyes rolled slowly, and moved away smoothly after his sight touched Eric, as if he saw something extremely dirty s things.

"Are you his person in charge?" The warrior's eyes finally fell on Doris, and he frowned slightly, looking very surprised.

Doris's face was as pale as paper, she knelt down on one knee, and lowered her head deeply: "Lord Dragon Attendant, I beg you to forgive this child for his stupid mistakes."

Doris finally understood why Eric would displease the lord. Although golden pupils are rare, any sub-dragon with a pure enough bloodline can have them. Eric is provoking Diosidia, but he is not interested in "golden pupils." The symbol of "pupil" was an unconscious insult—no matter what Eric thought in his heart, Long Shi thought it was an insult, and that was enough.

Only a very small part of the sub-dragons can be strong enough to be selected into the atrium, and the best of these sub-dragons may become the dragon servants serving your highness. Doris recalled the totem on the armor of the black-armored man in despair, It's that texture!It's that texture! !

……

Eric was already a dead man, and nothing good happened to her.

Doris bowed her head deeply, praying feebly.

All the young dragons in the seats stood up one after another. No one dared to sit down when the adult stood. The black-armored warrior was famous and had been emphasized countless times at the rally. Perhaps only Miao Xuan didn't know who this man was at the moment.

The rickety old man jumped down from the judge's seat, the bones and wings on his back trembling hastily.

"Master Heine, let's drive this little dragon out of Dragon Court immediately!"

"Has the atmosphere in the court been reduced to this point?" The black-armored warrior glanced past Doris and looked at the old man, "I can't see the respect I deserve here, and the golden pupil has become an excuse for your provocation? Expulsion? I can't stand living a second longer with this thing."

"Yes!" The old man understood, he quickly backed up and pulled Doris, and then left the ring. The old Yaron, who was clearly a young man, ran faster than a rabbit. Doris let him pull her tremblingly, and turned her head away. Look no further at Eric.

Only their leaders are qualified to expel the baby dragons, but the dragon servant has a higher status than all the sub-dragons, and the dragon servant can kill all the other sub-dragons at will.

Whether it's an adult or a baby dragon.

Only the black-armored warrior and the boy lying in a pool of blood were left in the arena.

The wind blade caused too much damage to Chris. He almost suffered a quick death. The bloodline from the black dragon allowed him to survive until now, but if he doesn't treat it... it will be fate.

The black-armored warrior raised his head and slowly glanced at the immature faces on the seat. His eyes shone with a dark golden light, like spears and sharp arrows that could pierce everything.

"You are all cubs under the protection of the Dragon Court, and you should be aware of your status." Heine's voice was as majestic and arrogant as his eyes, "I am the Dragon Attendant of His Majesty the Dragon King, and I would like to give you a sincere advice. "

There was a dead silence in the huge building, as if even the sound of breathing had disappeared completely, only the resounding declaration of the warrior remained.

"Learn to be in awe, to be in awe of all noble dragons whose bloodlines are higher than yours, and don't harbor delusions."

"A guy like this—" Heine finally walked up to Eric, and he pointed at the red-stained figure, "This kind of blood should be purified by flames, you all look at him carefully, I don't want anyone to do it again This stupid mistake, I—”

"...I don't agree"

A thin voice sounded, it was very soft, but it was one of the only voices present.

Heine stopped his lecture, and he lowered his head in surprise, looking at the thing wriggling in the pool of blood.

"I don't accept it... I don't accept it!!" The rough voice became louder and louder, the boy in the pool of blood raised his head, and a pair of blood-stained eyes were on the face with flesh and blood.

There seemed to be golden flames jumping in those pupils.

In the auditorium, Doris covered her mouth and burst into tears. The coercion of the dragon servant made her fearful, and Eric's unyielding made her sad, and she twitched like a convulsion.

"Why are you! Why are you judging me?!" Eric raised his upper body, supporting him with his bones-exposing arms. This gesture turned out to be proud, "You can kill me! But you can't judge me punishment!"

You are just a dragon!Why? !Why? ! !

"...Golden pupils?" Heine slightly raised his eyebrows, "It's a pity, it's doomed to die young."

"Even if you have proof of your bloodline, no matter how pure your bloodline is, a dragon like you has only one destiny. Believe me, you will be grateful for my sentence." Heine slowly drew out his narrow long sword , "Since you have golden pupils, I will bring you death with weapons. Be grateful for your bloodline, it allows you to die under the sword."

The pressure of the black-armored warrior fell like a mountain. At this moment, Eric seemed to hear a bell ringing. The judgment was like fate, and he couldn't avoid it or escape.

The arm bones supporting him broke, and the high head fell heavily into the pool of blood. The blood poured into the boy's nasal cavity, almost suffocating him.

Can anything break this suffocation?

What can crush the fate of writing?

What...is there anyone...can help me...

There was a sound of breaking wind, and a pure black giant sword fell from the sky, smashing everything—whether it was suffocation or coercion.

It inserted between the Dragon Attendant and the boy, ruthlessly smashed the ground, and the gravel splashed, shattering the buzzing Hong Zhong in the boy's ear.

There was nothing on the giant sword. Eric had laughed at the monotony of this thing not long ago. It had no lines or other colors. It seemed to be carved from a black and complete mineral.

"I'm so sorry." The familiar apology sounded again, and the person said this this time, "This arena belongs to me."

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Eric was very happy when he saw Dioshidi for the first time.

It is the kind of happiness with a bit of schadenfreude, and a bit of proud happiness.

Eric is the son of a whore in the slums. Before Longting found him, his mother had already found several "decent" stepfathers for him.

It's unbelievable... Is his unknown father the same as the crown prince?

Eric is not from the capital, but the Queen once arrived in their area to inspect. At that time, Eric was still young, and he could only watch the luxurious carriages and the imposing army from a distance.

People were talking about their noble queen and noble prince. Eric sat on the dilapidated wooden fence and looked up to him. At that time, even the most humble sergeant in the guard was his enviable role model.

It was from that day that Eric found that black and hard scales began to grow on his heart. Those ferocious wild dogs no longer dared to bark in front of him, and his drunken stepfather didn't even dare to look at him. .

He is scary.

Eric has since believed himself to be different.

When the annoying old man Longting arrived, Eric climbed into his car without thinking, and he was taken outside the palace.

It turns out that there really is such a beautiful golden hair in the world, which is like gold, like the sun, and like a river that breeds life in mythology, which can warm the hearts of everyone who sees it.

Then the crown prince named after their country's totem was also brought into the car. He also had long golden soft hair and golden eyes.

... Really, so beautiful, really, so beautiful.

With the cultural upbringing Eric got from his mother and stepfather, he only knows this beautiful word, nothing more.

In Eric's limited and all knowledge, the so-called mature adult man, he only got along with his "respectable" stepfathers, and all of them boasted that they had seen the queen.

Eric recalled the handsomest of them all—the only one who didn't hit anyone, and the only one who could make his old lady smile like a fish-eating she-cat.

So the little idiot Eric imitated the decent stepfather's way of speaking, and was scaled off by the glittering crown prince.

...oh, and precious silks he had never touched.

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When Long Shi landed on the ring, Miao Xuan also raised his head.

The blood and blue bars of this black-armored warrior are three times that of his. It is indeed strong, but it is definitely not as good as the pure blood dragon.

He can speak Draconic very well, calling the wind, and the wind becomes very strong in his hands, far better than Doris and Eric's Draconic.

The system entered this Dragon Attendant and came to a conclusion: [It seems that the strength of the Dragon Language still depends on the individual... Is it because of the purity of the blood? 】

The wind blade pressed down violently, Eric's blood stained the ring red, and the dragon servant sentenced him to death, so Doris also gave up on him.

[It turned out to be the Dragon Attendant of the Black Dragon] The system is clear, [It's really rare, the Black Dragon and the Dragon Attendant will also watch such a game. 】

The pure-blooded dragon family is divided into many branches. According to legend, the first dragon was the black dragon, and then the black dragon combined with pure elements to give birth to offspring branches. Among them, only the black dragon is the king and the "emperor".

The Dragon Attendant of the Black Dragon is naturally the highest.

Miao Xuan thought of the context of this world: the black dragon destroys the world.

The black dragon... is very likely to be the target's black dragon, and the identity of the "emperor" is also in line with the usual target selection practice.

"Tong'er, get ready." Miao Xuan slowly drew out the epee behind his back.

【oh oh! 】The system responded loudly, 【Do you want to change your equipment?I'm ready! 】

Miao Xuan gently weighed the epee in his hand. His current body is no longer the immature cub of ten years ago. Under the seemingly flat skin are extremely tight muscles. Dark gold mixed with red blood is flowing in the veins Running in the middle, the muscles and bones are connected, and the hidden power is second only to the previous world.

Miao Xuan let out a low cry, and the giant sword rose into the air, whizzing through the wind and slashing straight at the black-armored warrior on the ring in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, he retreated with one leg and moved his center of gravity sideways. At the most appropriate moment, both feet kicked the ground at the same time, and the terrifying power was transmitted to the ground layer by layer. The feedback force made Miao Xuan jump high, tightly Then he opened his mouth softly: [Wind].

The order was issued, and at this moment all the air in the building stopped flowing at the same time. They followed the order and swarmed around Miao Xuan, becoming a sleeper under his trajectory.

Miao Xuan landed behind his giant sword, not like a pure black giant sword that could split everything ferociously, his landing was as light as a leaf returning to the earth.

Miao Xuan put his hands on the black sword hilt, looked up at the black armored warrior, and another pair of burning pupils reflected in his golden eyes: "I'm sorry, this ring belongs to me."

Heine looked at the young sub-dragon, his pupils were so bright, dazzling like the sun, able to illuminate all dim and gloomy things, making all the dust in the corners gradually fade into obscurity.

"Who are you?" Heine asked. He suddenly remembered the provocation of the boy in the pool of blood, so he asked, "Are you that Dioxidi? Who is your person in charge?"

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan coughed in embarrassment: "I am indeed Dioxidi, but as for my person in charge, because I always embarrass her, I won't worry her this time."

"What are you doing here?" The black-armored warrior stared intently at the black epee, which always seemed familiar to him, "Are you going to be the second golden pupil to die young?"

Miao Xuan smiled, pulled out the epee and put it back into its sheath, and gently stroked his hands on his back waist like clouds and flowing water, and the two daggers were naturally held in the palms of his hands.

"Me? Of course I'm here to win this ring—after all, this idiot has been looking for me, hasn't he? I always have to take the first place."

"So sorry, this arena is mine."