In a hurry, eleven men rushed out of the dark alley, split into two groups, and blocked Downton and Hutao's path.

"Who is it?" Downton asked Lori, his hand kept moving, and he waved it directly, blessing the brilliance of Hercules' endurance.

"Slave traders. Hu Tao spat out a word in disgust, put down her backpack, opened it, and took out a two-handed greatsword that was taller than her.

"Don't make a mess, I'll hold them back later, you run first. Downton was not surprised by Hu Tao's actions, a wandering little girl, if she had not had the ability to save her life, she would have been swallowed up by a hard life.

"Don't!" Hu Tao shook his head firmly, "Bless me with divine magic!"

The brilliance of the three divine arts, especially dazzling on the dark long street, made the momentum of the slave traders stagnate.

"Captain, it's a magician. The members of the group looked at the middle-aged man led by them, slightly nervous, and there were only three magicians in their entire team.

"Boy, get out of here if you know each other, or I'll chop you up and feed it to the dogs!" The middle-aged man carried a battle axe and smiled evilly, scaring Downton.

"This is Morning Mist, and as long as I hold out for a few minutes, the security team will arrive. Downton said this, but he didn't believe it.

The security team is full of moths, and every time bloodshed breaks out in the town, they only arrive in Zuihou, waiting for them to rescue, it is better to pray to the goddess of fate.

"Haha, don't say that the security team won't come, even if they do, we're not afraid. The middle-aged man scoffed, "We're working for an earl, if you don't want to be hanged, get out." ”

"Shall I think about it?" Downton said perfunctorily, patting his backpack with one hand.

The middle-aged man didn't know why, and was about to scold, when he saw a huge bronze gate suddenly appear behind the kid.

The door was quaint, carved with a golden hourglass pattern, and then split in two under the shocked gaze of the slave traders.

The door opened, and thirteen ghoul servants wrapped in warrior suits stepped out and gathered around Downton and Lori.

Carrying the torn dragon fangs, One-One walked over to Downton and crouched down on one knee to make it easier for him to access his weapon.

"Space props?" The slave traders were all dumbfounded, staring blankly at the gates of the war space, and then became greedy, with only one thought left in their heads, and that was to make a fortune.

This is a space equipment that can be loaded even with living creatures, and it is definitely a sky-high price to take it out for auction, and the middle-aged man didn't expect to catch a little Lori, and he would accidentally encounter this kind of big fish.

Now even if Downton wanted to leave, the middle-aged man would not let him go, but soon he realized that something was wrong, and the momentum of his subordinates seemed to be a little reduced.

"Boss, it seems that something is in trouble. His subordinates' voices trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man just looked at the gate, but now he realized that in the blink of an eye, the kid had three more thugs than himself, and he was even more well-equipped.

In addition to Jackson, who wore a set of 'Hundred Warriors' leather armor, the No. 1 and No. 2 low-level demon servants, plus eight miscellaneous soldiers, all of whom wore heavy armor and were responsible for serving as meat shields and carrying out siege tactics, and two miscellaneous soldiers, wearing light armor, shouldered the task of chasing and killing.

In fact, with Jackson's swift aura of group blessings, even if the servants are wearing heavy armor, their speed is faster than that of ordinary magicians, but with Downton's cautious character, they still have four light armors for backup.

After all, the slave traders were not regular troops, not only were they scattered, but they were also whispering and noisy, while Downton's side was silent.

Under the command of Downton's soul power, the ghouls scattered their positions, and their ice-like eyes fell on the slave traders through the gaps in their helmets, coupled with the silent silence and unified standard armor, which made the middle-aged people shudder and feel that they were being targeted by death.

"I'm Dibolo, can't I kick the iron plate, right?" Not only the middle-aged man, but also the other slave traders muttered, facing Downton's lineup, their morale plummeted.

Hu Tao was also stunned, looked at No. 1 beside him, stretched out his index finger, and poked its thigh, the coolness on the metal armor penetrated the skin.

"Kill!" Downton took the torn dragon tooth and roared, taking the lead in snatching people, not to mention that this group of slave traders who did evil should be damned, just being angry today made him want to find a place to vent.

The slave traders were startled, they didn't expect Downton to take the initiative to attack, and subconsciously retreated and looked at the regimental commander.

The middle-aged man hesitated, the situation had changed drastically.

The giant's power was activated, and then Downton's knees bent slightly, his body leaned forward, and the cheetah sprang out like a predator, appearing directly in front of the slave traders, and stomped on the ground with his right foot.

Giants trample.

Boom, the ground cracked, rubble splattered, and the slavers who were about to retreat immediately lost their footsteps and lost their balance.

Giant Slash!

A razor-sharp tomahawk slashed through a slave trader's shoulder, then out of his waist.

In the terrible screams, everyone saw the two bodies of their companions flying into the air, hot and humid blood splattering everywhere, and at this moment, they almost instinctively retreated.

Seal of the Giant!

Suddenly, the battle axe formed by the magic energy rose into the sky, a full ten meters long, and smashed down fiercely as Downton swung his arm.

Boom, the bluestone floor rotted, and in the dust, there were two more corpses that had been cut in half.

Three people died in one shot, which shocked the slave traders, and the blood on their faces had receded a lot, and they wanted to organize a front to fight back, but the ghouls and demon servants also pounced.

"Stop him!" roared the middle-aged man, carrying his tomahawk, and pounced on Downton.

The other two magicians also came over on the left and right, but in the next second, they were almost shocked by the scene in front of them.

"Kill them all. Jackson's rotting vocal cords let out a hoarse growl, and a green circle flashed under his feet.

The swift aura was activated, and under the radiation, a green aura appeared under the feet of each demon servant, and their speed and attack suddenly tripled.

The horde of ghouls crashed into the slavers like a torrent of steel.

Downton didn't shout, but he had given the order to divide, surround, and cut off the slave traders, so that they could not form battle formations, and then break them individually.

In fact, Downton was too worried, the middle-aged man and his party were just a group of slave traders who couldn't get on the stage, and they didn't know how to fight at all.

"Jackson, stop the middle-aged man, one, two, stop the one on the right!" Downton pounced on the magician on the left, and as soon as he got close, it was a giant slash.

Seeing Downton approaching like a whirlwind, the magician was shocked, and two soul shields popped out, and the scimitar was raised, defending with all his might.

Giant windmill!

After Downton finished slashing, he took advantage of the situation and lifted the tomahawk, and at the same time exerted force at the waist, and as soon as his body twisted, he spun in the air.

Like a spinning windmill, the tomahawk flew into the scimitar and slashed at the soul shield.

Bang, bang, bang!

Only three times, the shield was blown up, and before the magician could react, or even retreat, the tomahawk arrived again, splitting him in two pieces, starting from his head.

"Stop...... Him!"

The middle-aged man's words couldn't be stopped, and cold sweat crawled all over his back in an instant, Downton's killing action was not only clean and neat, but even the magic power could be killed in seconds, although his subordinates were only two orders of souls, but even if he was a third-order against him, he couldn't do this.

The slavers panicked, their scimitars slashing at the heavy armor of the servants, unable to break through the defenses, but were smashed with heavy punches and almost broken bones, and if Downton hadn't had time to put steel claws on the armor, they would have been fucked down by now.

Demon servants are like mad dogs, as long as they catch an enemy, they are a big grapple, no matter what attack they encounter.

The slave traders struggled desperately, but it was still ineffective, and they could only watch Downton cut out corpses one by one with an axe.

Blood was flowing, and soon the floor was covered.

"Weishenme is me?" Jackson complained, but he had no right to disobey Downton, and could only obey.

"Just hold on for a minute, and you'll be given their brains and guts. "Downton deliberately said it loud just to intimidate these guys and make them lose their cool.

"Good!" Jackson's eyes lit up, and under the heavy reward, he pounced on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had already noticed Jackson, although because it was dark, he couldn't see what this guy was, but he could open his aura, and his strength must not be weak.

Seeing Jackson screaming and screaming for death, the middle-aged man activated all the soul shields and was about to fight, but the guy on the other side suddenly knelt down and cried.

"Please let me go, I'm all forced. "Jackson is like a hard-pressed man whose small treasury has been swept away by his wife, how sad and sad he is.

The middle-aged man almost didn't spurt a mouthful of blood, and was about to ignore it and hack it to death, but as soon as the opponent's arms were raised, a crossbow arrow was shot over.

The distance was too close, and the speed was fast, and the crossbow bolt was nailed directly to the shoulder of the middle-aged man.

"Ahh

The middle-aged man who was almost shot in the head broke out in a cold sweat, the tomahawk and the scimitar collided, and he almost flew away, and he realized that the strength of the other party was definitely not bad.

Jackson, who is about to be promoted to the middle rank, can overturn these slave traders even if he is alone.

"With such strong strength, it's too shameless to play tricks, right?" Little Lori was stunned by Jackson's kneeling sneak attack, seeing that it was so skillful, it was obvious that it had done it before.

"I've even slaughtered dragons, why are you a miscellaneous fish who can't even compare to a goblin fight me?" Jackson cursed the middle-aged man with a swing of his scimitar and his mouth non-stop.

The goblin, who was already frightened, reacted at this time, turned around and ran, but was pulled back directly by Xiao Lori's force, and the powerful Liliang almost strangled its throat bone.