This is a black steel mace, because the black steel has high hardness, corrosion resistance, so the army often uses black steel weapons to prolong the service life of ordnance, reduce financial expenditure.

Coupled with the logo of the Lopwen Army engraved on the handle of the hammer, it is already obvious to An Yizhi that it belongs to the ordnance.

Glancing around, An Yi pointed and saw more black steel weapons scattered on the ground, roughly enough to be used by more than a hundred people, this is just the current one, there are obviously more in the warehouse.

In the conversation before, Morin said that his gang was engaged in arms smuggling, but An Yizhi never thought that she would be able to get arms smuggling, and the difference between finding a blacksmith shop to build weapons in batches and smuggling weapons could be described as a world of difference.

The most intuitive point is that the smuggling of ordnance must be properly dealt with up and down, and this is not something that can be done by a certain bigwig who opens his mouth and talks, and it is often necessary to take care of all the relevant officials and officers.

However, it doesn't matter how Morin smuggled the ordnance, what is more important is who the buyer of her shipment is.

Judging from the condition of the weapons, although there are some traces of use and some damage, these weapons are irrefutable and high-quality, at least eighty or ninety percent new, which does not affect the use at all.

And Ann didn't see the presence of armor in the smuggling, that thing was more controlled than cold weapons, was Morin's energy not strong enough to get armor, or did her customers not need armor?

Speaking of which, the buyers of this batch of goods are indeed worth speculating, there are almost no bandits and bandits in the vicinity of Lopwen, they are all exterminated by the powerful Lopwen army, and other intelligent creatures other than mortals, mainly lizardmen and some tree elves, can occasionally be seen from the nearby passage to the dark region.

Are the buyers three of them?

When you think about it, something is wrong.

Lizardfolk are not friendly to warm-blooded creatures, and they live a tribal life, without money as currency, and cannot afford to purchase these weapons.

The Dryads are similar, referring to Elph's Banyan Tree Tribe to see what the general state of life of the Dryads is, and most of the Dryads are very repulsive to the creations of human civilization, and they prefer to use natural handicrafts than refined weapons.

As for the dark elves, it is even more impossible, they have gray dwarf slaves with excellent smelting skills, after all, the dark region is a place where there is no shortage of excellent ores, and they can't afford to buy this second-hand goods.

The buyers are in the vicinity of Lopven, and it is again a group that is in dire need of weapons and even hungry.

Based on the above two conditions, the answer is already obvious......

An Yi fingered the apple tea that was about to pick out two magic weapons as trophies:

"Don't touch anything here."

"Huh?"

Appletea was a little confused, but he didn't explain much, he just beckoned his companions to stay nearby and not run around.

"The situation has changed a bit and we need to do it quickly."

Originally, he was not in a hurry, anyway, Lynch's side had not collected any information, and An Yizhi's participation in this gang fight was a bit similar to the feeling of playing.

But the situation changed, and An Yizhi realized that if the pen in it was as deep as he originally imagined, it was best to hurry up and get it done, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

At this time, there was a sharp scream in front of him, and Fruit Hard Candy's face changed:

"My wild boar was killed."

This is normal.

The level of the gang members is about between the dozen and the twenties, and there are basically no more than 30 levels, but it does not mean that there are no strong people among them, although it is impossible to appear above 50 big guys, it is still very possible for characters around level 40.

"Sir, I'm afraid I need your help."

Morin turned back with his men, and An Yizhi also had this intention.

How to end a battle quickly is nothing more than decapitation.

Morin and her own henchmen are not very sure of victory against the top of the rival gang, after all, the strength of both sides is about the same. So when he learned that his old rival Samson had made a move, he immediately came back to ask for foreign help.

The Purgatory Ferocious Boar's charging ability is really good, it opens a straight passage.

The four players, Mo Lin and a few others walked along this road, ignoring the little brothers who were fighting for life and death on both sides. The battle between them really didn't matter.

Behind a makeshift enclosed crate, Ann pointed to see who Morin was talking about as 'Old Samson'.

He looked like a weathered old man, but he was very athletic, and even his temples were gray, and he was not affected by age in the slightest, and the impermeable dance of the two warhammers in his hands forced several of Morin's men back, one of whom was struck in the head by the warhammer because he was only one step too slow.

- shattered to the ground.

"Old Samson, today next year will be your death day!"

"Phew!"

Hearing this, Samson spat thick phlegm at the corpse, and looked at Merlin without showing weakness:

"When Lao Tzu ate this bowl of rice, you haven't been weaned yet, playing tricks with Lao Tzu?"

With a whistle, a squad of fully armored and armed squads was killed from behind the warehouse, and if it weren't for the erasure of the mark of the Lopwen's army, it was almost a group of regular troops.

This change was indeed unexpected, only the ruffians and gangsters with light weapons were almost crushing when they encountered the heavily armed regular army, and the only thing that restricted their movements was that there were not enough people, and there were only a dozen people at full capacity, and it seemed that Samson could not afford to raise so many ace thugs.

Morin's face instantly became ugly, she had no idea that Samson actually hid such a killer weapon, if he attacked according to the original plan, it would not be nine deaths, it would be ten deaths at all.

But she was lucky, and it happened that Ann Yizhi came to the door today.

Samson looked away from Morin's face and looked at the four players whose entire body was obscured by their robes.

Just like Samson has a killer weapon in his hand, it is estimated that Morin's hole cards are those four foreign aids.

He felt a tingling sensation in his skin, which was the danger perception ability that he had fought in the sea of blood for many years, especially the one standing at the end, giving Samson a feeling of 'if he didn't run, he wouldn't have a chance to run'.

Where did this girl find a strong man?

Cursing in his heart, Samson was about to say a few words to try to win those people over, but the other party didn't give him a chance to open his mouth at all.

One of the shortest, the shortest, disappeared in the blink of an eye, while the other held a staff and recited a spell from what should have been a woman's figure.

"Beware of sneak attacks, others with crossbow arrows!"

Samson beckoned his men to act, and a row of bolts flew almost like locusts towards the incantation-chanting fruit hard candy.

Coffee Hard Candy had been prepared for this, and he stood in front of Hard Fruit Candy, slightly lifting his cloak, revealing a glaring thin sword.

"Block the arrows!"

Listen to a few clanging sounds, and the crossbow arrows fired at the fruit candies are pinpointedly picked down by him.

At this time, the spell of the fruit hard candy was also completed.

"Wind Making!"

A strong wind suddenly appeared, as if a very powerful blower was being activated.

Samson's second-row crossbow bolts were barely halfway through when they were blown away by the wind wind-making spell, and even the heavy crates containing the goods were blown out of position, and his men were even more unbearable, and they would be blown into rolling gourds when they looked at them.

"Drink!"

Samson let out a loud cry and put his feet on the floor, resisting the wind as if they were rooted.

After all, the Wind Creation Technique was only an E-rank spell, and it didn't last long.

So the gust of wind came and went quickly.

"Backstab!"

"Ahh

At the moment when the wind subsided, Apple Tea went around the opponent's bunker at some point, and the two daggers in his hands were waved frequently, directly killing three of Samson's henchmen, and there was also the intention of continuing to expand the results of the battle.

These people are not those expendable level thugs on the periphery, they are all Samson's diehards, and he can't sit idly by.

"Hammer Strike!"

The warhammer arced violently, smashing at Appletea with a momentum strong enough to crush a tiger.

"Weapons out of hand!"

Just then, Hard Candy's aid spell kicked in again, and Samson felt as if the hammer in his hand had come alive to break out of his grasp.

The weapon release is also a small spell of low grade, and the effect is only for a moment, but this moment is enough for Appletea to avoid the warhammer, and lightly flip and hide back into the shadows.

Samson was itching at all, but there was nothing he could do.

The casters are treasures, and generally a gang like them can't recruit that kind of person.

"Flame weapons, defeat the enemy first!"

Pointing at the cafe hard candy's thin sword, a scorching flame mixed with magical aura rose from it.

"The tenacity of the bear, the dexterity of the leopard, the strength of the bull!"

After three buffs, Coffee Hard Candy jumped into the crate with the agility of his slightly chubby body, and stabbed the thug who was about to get up to resist to the ground with a sword.

Helpless, Samson could only give up chasing Apple Tea and fight against Coffee Hard Candy head-on.

If it is a simple one-on-one, the coffee hard candy will not be able to beat Samson without self-detonation, it is obvious that these two people are not at the same level in terms of combat experience, not to mention that the other party's level is higher.

The weapon used by Coffee Hard Candy is a rapier, which is sensitive, lightweight, and has a certain armor-piercing ability, but it is obviously not advisable to go head-to-head with a heavy weapon of warhammer, and can only use a flexible combat method of changing positions after a single hit.

In contrast, Samson is not only no worse than the buff-worn coffee candy in terms of agility, but even surpasses it in terms of strength.

It's just that the spell support of the fruit hard candy in the back is too powerful, which makes Samson empty but unable to give full play to his strength.

"Vertigo!"

This is a small F-rank spell, and it is impossible to take effect against an enemy like Samson, and it can only play a small and weak role, but as long as it has an effect, it is not in vain.

"Revitalize the wood! Glitter! Winding! ”

Hard Candy didn't plan to use lethal spells at all, it was all disgusting stuff, not to mention that the two of them cooperated well, which made Samson even more tired to deal with, and also made the subordinates around him not even have a chance to intervene to help.

Coupled with Appletea's sneak attacks from time to time, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Samson is already at the end of the attack.

In terms of level, Samson is probably a typical melee NPC of less than level 40, with no ranged means and few skills.

Basically, it's not much different from a monster of this level.,That is to say, 'two pieces of sugar' beat him as a mini-boss.。

Compared with the strength of his teammates, An Yizhi was in a state of watching the whole process.

He didn't rush into action, but looked for an opportunity to kill with one blow without leaving any hope for the other party.

And that opportunity will come soon!

Samson wasn't stupid, and as soon as the fight began, he knew he had planted it this time.

As the saying goes, staying in the green mountains is not worrying about running out of firewood, and running away is really no psychological pressure for a gang leader. So compared with his posture of dead anus to the end, he actually retreated early in his heart.

As the saying goes, there are three holes of cunning rabbits, how can people like them who wander in the gray area not have some means to save their lives?

"Storm Combo!"

With a loud shout, the twin hammers fell like a shower, and the coffee hard candy did not dare to resist it because of the use of small arms, so he could only take a few steps back to avoid its edge.

However, at this moment, Samson suddenly stopped wielding his warhammer and pulled out a clear glass vial from his waist.

"Oh no, he's going to run!"

Maureen reminded, and at the same time, Samson smashed the vial.

Gray smoke instantly filled his position, and the smoke still had a very choking and spicy taste, and the coffee candy waved a few times in the smoke with a thin sword but didn't hit it.

Smoke grenades running away? Can this guy still ninjutsu?

Secretly complained in his heart, An Yizhi was waiting for this opportunity:

"Shadows flicker!"

His figure was instantly compressed into a small dot, and then appeared in the shadow of the shelves at the other end of the warehouse, and the crescent-shaped staff lit up with a strong red light of the plastic energy system.

"Massive Flameburst!"

A figure that was blown out of the darkness by the flames was none other than Samson, who was trying to escape.

"Spirit Transformation Potion? I have to say that it is indeed a good thing for escape. ”

This potion allows the drinker to temporarily become a disembodied 'ghost', allowing it to run away in defiance of obstacles rather than simply cloaking and stealth.

But the shortcomings are also very obvious, if it is invisible, unless An Yizhi takes out the Sage Slate, he will not be found, but the spirit body is as conspicuous and conspicuous as a torch in the darkness under Hela's arcane vision.

The spirit state is affected by magic damage, even if the melee 'health bar' is long, Samson is not comfortable with a large flame blast, he spat out blood with a pop, and said hatefully:

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?"

As he spoke, as he lay on the ground, the angle was lowered, and he clearly saw Ann's face under the hood.

"Ann ......, is it true!"

At that moment, he figured everything out.

Just as Ann Yizhi came to Lopwen and was known by Morin, Samson naturally knew about it, and he also knew that Morin's gang could not afford to pay Ann Yizhi to help.

So, why would he help Maureen deal with himself? The answer is obviously because he has something that the other party likes, does he have anything in his own hands that is worth the other party's want?

There is only one answer, there is no positioning, the magic imprint of being able to enter and exit the business district.

And what does the other party want the magic mark to do...... No matter what you do, it's definitely not good for Lopwen!

"The troubles of celebrities......"

An Yizhi didn't expect that even the gang leader knew his appearance, which also showed that he was very famous, but it also made it difficult for him to do something bad in the future.

"Wait, I can give what Morin can give!"

Samson hurriedly slipped into his arms and tried to get Ann to spare his life, but the latter didn't buy it.

"You shouldn't be so smart"

Ann pointed out that Lopwen had bad intentions, which Morin naturally guessed, but she didn't show it, and Samson, who showed this in surprise, really responded to Ann's point of 'You shouldn't be so smart'.

If he was stupid, maybe An Yizhi would really let him go in order to save trouble.

But now......

"Heart mastery!"

Samson's face turned pale, as if the color of blood had been taken away, and the hand that had reached into his arms slowly let go, and a delicate wooden box fell out.

"Master, your instant death spell has finally taken effect."

An Yi fingered: "......"

Why can't this stupid bird open any pot and mention which pot?