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Hector the Black Sheep.

This is a name known to everyone in Broken Rock Town: the second-in-command of the town's guards, the true blade of that important figure.

No one knows his origins, only some rumors claim that he came to Broken Rock Town ten years ago, when he was just one step away from becoming a formal professional.

Because of his unusual, decaying yellow eyes, some say he is the illegitimate son of a high-ranking military officer, others say he is a mercenary who escaped from the Trembling Swamp, and still others say he is not human.

But no matter which one, it cannot overshadow the Black Sheep's illustrious achievements.

He single-handedly suppressed thirteen mining area riots, and the heads he killed covered the entire square in front of the town hall, which his men then stepped on to enter and exit.

He killed the roaming jackal leader with a single sword stroke, and his body still hangs on a wooden frame at the entrance of town, his dried-up body serving as a deterrent to all troublemakers.

Enraged, he fought a rogue of professional caliber on the spot, not only emerging unscathed but also crippling the man's right hand.

Cold-blooded, heartless, insane... people have labeled him with many tags, but the most core one will never change: Hector is a dog, a dog that bites, a dog that belongs exclusively to that master.

Now, the dog is right in front of Roland.

Dark gray plate armor covered every part of his body, and the metal engraved with runes gleamed slightly in the moonlight. The relief in the center of the breastplate was a black goat with two red gems embedded in its eye sockets.

He wasn't wearing a helmet; his short, grayish-white hair clung to his scalp; a scar ran from his brow to his jawline across his face; and his yellowish-brown eyes gleamed with a murky, swampy light, devoid of any emotion.

A giant sword taller than a man hung at his waist, its hilt carved in the shape of a black goat's head, devouring the surrounding moonlight.

thump—

With a single step, the heavy armor caused the soft red soil to sink in. Hector looked at Roland, his voice cold and devoid of human emotion.

"According to the laws of the kingdom, anyone who harbors a necromancer is guilty."

"He must be executed, without mercy."

Roland smiled.

This is Hector's style, the style of a dog: before the battle, he first frames the enemy to prevent his master from being implicated during the subsequent investigation by the Church of the Righteous.

He didn't argue, but simply flicked the blood off the blade, causing the Moonlight Sword Oil to glisten with a thin silver light.

Then, he moved.

As he poured the berserk potion into his mouth, the burning sensation traveled down his throat and into his abdomen, providing a continuous source of power. Roland knew clearly that he needed to hold back against such an enemy.

boom--

A deep pit was left beneath his feet. The tree roots he had absorbed over the days, combined with the berserk potion, instantly boosted his agility to a full 9 points, and his body even became a blur.

The blade is faster.

Tearing through the cold air, the faint glow indicated that the attack would begin with a deadly strike, a heavy slash. At the same time, magical perception was activated, searching for any possible extraordinary items.

But all of this was in vain.

Hector didn't need to carry any special items because he firmly believed that he had no rivals below the level of a formal professional.

This is indeed the case.

His movements were faster than Roland's. The greatsword was drawn before it was even visible, and it swept up, whistling through the air, towards his waist!

when--

The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Roland's arms went numb. He hadn't expected that the Heavy Strike would be at a disadvantage in this move, and he was knocked back three steps.

But Hector gave him no chance to catch his breath, twisting his wrist and bringing down the second sword!

Clang!

The blade was held horizontally in front of his chest, blocking the unstoppable greatsword. Roland's hand was split open, and blood seeped from the wound, flowing down the hilt of the sword.

But he didn't rush to draw his sword. Instead, he keenly noticed the opening Hector made when he swung his sword: a gap in his rib armor that was only half an inch long under his armpit.

He didn't miss the opportunity.

He raised his sword, spun around, and slashed!

It's still parrying and counter-attacking, still a heavy strike!

Using the force of Hector's slash, the blade sparked as it scraped along the spine of the greatsword. Roland twisted and turned, contorting his body in mid-air, leaving a fleeting silver-gray trail!

laugh--

The sword tip pierced through, creating immense resistance in the flesh and blood.

Before Roland could draw his sword or celebrate the effective attack he had just launched, his expression changed slightly.

Hector gripped the blade with his other hand!

This was a deliberate mistake!

The force emanating from the sword grew stronger and stronger. The black gauntlet gripped the blade tightly, and a faint cracking sound could be heard as it struggled to bear the weight. Roland dared not let him exert any more force and immediately drew the javelin from his back!

call out--

At extremely close range, the runes on the spearhead flashed by in an instant, but they enhanced his power even further, and the whooshing sound of the spear hurtled straight to Hector's right ear!

He absolutely dared not take this hit head-on!

However, to Roland's surprise, this shot did not make Hector back down. Instead, he raised his cloudy eyes and made a surprising move!

Kick!

boom! ! !

With a powerful force, Roland and his two weapons flew into the air, their legs carving two deep furrows in the mud before finally coming to a stop after crashing into a tree.

Roland slammed his back against the tree trunk, countless withered branches and leaves fell, and he coughed up blood, but he did not feel the excruciating pain of his internal organs being torn apart. This was the anesthetic effect of the berserk potion.

So he got up again, poured in a life potion, and gripped the longsword, whose blade was already slightly deformed in the middle, to guard against another attack from the enemy.

However, Hector showed no intention of pursuing them.

He simply looked down at the wound under his armpit where blood was seeping out, touched it with his hand, and then looked up.

"You're the second person since we arrived in Broken Rock Town to be able to hurt me," he said coldly.

Roland did not respond.

His gaze swept past Hector and turned to the location of the cabin, keeping an eye on another battlefield.

Hector did not come alone.

While they were fighting, seven or eight well-equipped guards had already circled around, their target the vulnerable blood cores.

Although he had some expectations, he seemed to have underestimated those elites.

Under the moonlight, one could clearly see the equipment of the red-robed guards: half-body leather armor, standard longswords, and short crossbows at their waists.

They coordinated very well: three men guarded the front, two men flanked from the flanks, and several others were blocking the way from behind.

This doesn't look good.

But Roland had made some preparations.

Just as the guards were about to rush into the area of ​​the wooden house, several crimson runes suddenly rose from the ground, forming a complex magic array.

Luca suddenly threw a bottle of powder.

boom!!!

Several fiery barriers rose up, their brilliant crimson light generating scorching heat waves that forced the guards, who were about to swing their longswords, back.

Although this thing is expensive and only lasts for a short minute, it should last until Roland's turn ends.

I just didn't expect someone to be faster.

"Praise the sun."

A hoarse voice came from inside the wooden house, its tone piercing through the crackling flames and the guards' shouts, reaching everyone's ears.

A barefoot vagrant stumbled through the barrier of flames and stood in front of the guards. Roland didn't even know when he had infiltrated the blood core.

The only thing he knew was that this was probably help sent by the Church of the Sun.

One, a fanatic.