Any creature has the instinct to survive, seeks profit and avoids harm, and obtains resources to maintain life while preserving itself. It may have nothing to do with its own will, and in the subconscious of biological organisms, it has the desire to continue its own life, and it exists before all other thoughts.

Survival and meeting physiological needs are the most basic needs of any organism. Without life, there is no possibility of meeting all other needs.

Suppose a person falls into the water and is absolutely unsuccessful. If he suddenly finds a straw in front of him, he will seize it without hesitation. The only hope in the dilemma will always force people to make a choice, no matter how bad the situation will be faced next.

So the boy rolled and crawled up - just because he saw the person who was chasing him not long ago. They were definitely not on the same front, but he knew that this might be his only chance to survive. He no longer had the extra brainpower to think about what he would be treated next. People who are willing to spend time to solve the problem with dialogue are "safe" than those who take action without saying a word.

"So you said everything you should say before, aren't you going to have these things?" Seeing the boy rushing towards him quickly, Curt said lazily, "Although that guy is very unreliable, he is not as interested as this guy."

The boy was not interested in talking to him now. He just thought about whether this sick-looking guy could hold the black-clothed magician who was following behind. The boy knew that maybe what he said was right. But even if he regretted it now, it would be too late. Even if he wanted to regret it, he had to survive first.

The boy rushed towards Curt with the fastest running speed in his life, hoping that he could save his life. This was already an emergency and he asked the doctor for help, but when things were urgent, he could only make such a choice. This might be the last time he made a choice in his life.

Just as he was about to run to Curt, who was standing lazily, the smile on his sickly face suddenly disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, and then his body flew to the side without control and knocked down a bunch of loose wooden frames.

When he came to his senses, he found that he had been knocked away.

"When you run away in the future, remember to pay a little attention to the situation behind your head... Otherwise, you won't know why if you die." The person who ran away said teasingly, "You still remember to look back and observe the distance when I was chasing you. Why did your brain short-circuit at this time?"

He shook his head and saw Curt standing where he was before, holding a short black iron spear stained with bright red blood in his hand. The short spear seemed to be being grabbed by an indistinguishable hand, swaying in his hand, as if he wanted to break free from his hand.

"And this dear Swizard... well. What should I call you better?" He shook his head as if he was thinking, then looked at the spell who glared at him and said, "Forget it, don't worry about the name, it's a bit too much for you to treat a little devil like this?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung the black iron spear, and the magic power he exuded dispersed the spell that was originally used to control it. With the power of this moment, Curt assisted and threw the short spear in his hand towards the spell. Suddenly, the red metal stained with it slashed the air and quickly pierced at its original owner.

The spell wanted to use the same trick again. He used the spell to control the spear that was quickly pierced at him, but was surprised to find that the black iron spear that was thrown back could not be caught by magic. Curt did not simply remove the operation of the spell, but directly destroyed the magic cube array that existed on the short spell.

The spear had already shot at the front of the spell at lightning speed. The spell who tried to use spells to control it had no time to dodge. Seeing that the situation was not good, he could only use the short spear still under the control of the spell to defend, and several black iron spears surrounding him swept towards the weapons that were about to hit him.

clang!

At that time, the swept short spear formed a barrage of cover shooting, hitting the short spear thrown back by Curt. In an instant, a crisp sound of metal collision spread across the dead slums, and the short spears that collided together were swept in another unrelated direction.

A little relieved, the black-robed magician focused on the casual Curt - at this time he was standing one by one, one behind his feet, looking defenseless, but there was no flaw, revealing the ease of easy response to attacks in any direction.

You can't take it lightly - your intuition is warning him.

He thought he had calculated every step in the plan, but this little negligence caused him to encounter an uninvited uninvited guest. The wrong thing happened in the middle of the plan made him think of anger, and the anger in his chest was undoubtedly revealed through his eyes under his hood.

He had never seen this sick young man with his own eyes in the past, but the information provided by the organization had already made him know about Curt's identity. Curt Ryanster, an iron-level mercenary in the Mercenary Management Office, recently his actions seem to be gradually attracting the attention of those above.

Intelligence shows that his combat ability seems to be much stronger than mercenaries of the same level, and he has assisted the guards and other forces many times as enemies of the "Eye of True View". He has not been noticed before until recently, and his actions have indeed caused them some trouble.

He originally did not believe that a mere mercenary could have the level of combat power until he saw his spell being easily dispelled by Curt. Seeing that the black iron spear he used for attack was thrown back, the black-robed spell's vision of Curt also became sharp.

The young man who brought chaos in front of him had a strange feeling. It seemed that he was not as easy to deal with as he looked on. Although he only exuded some faint and dim magic, forcibly erasing the spell from the black iron spear is not something that a person without spell casting can do.

"Curter Ryanster...What do you want to do? Are you going to be an enemy with us?" After resolving Curter's attack, he did not continue to attack. "I don't think you don't know the consequences of being an enemy with us, right? You and everything about you will be easily crushed."

Taking advantage of the confrontation between Curt and the spell, the boy had already hid in a nearby shack and was peeking at the two of them through the gap between the wooden boards. The thin wooden boards definitely could not block the iron spear that could easily pierce the ground, but it also provided the boy with a little sense of security.

After knocking off the spear, the black iron spears that he controlled with his spell were arranged around him in turn, and the point where the spear tip was Curt standing still. Maybe he could catch a short spear with his bare hands, but when he was completely locked by these dozens of people, he would definitely not be able to easily avoid it.

"I don't think I'll have friends who can kill people without blinking - and I'll have to kill such little devils. There's a fatal difference between us. No matter what kind of city you want to build here, I dare say I can't live as comfortable as I am now."

Even though he was stared at by the spells, Curt still did not show a nervous look, just like the metal blocks that had already aimed at him did not exist. He blew up, looking at the spells who were still driving the spells without a smile, without hiding his contempt for them at all.

"At the same time, it seemed that my sister was well-behaved by you yesterday evening. To be honest, even if you vent your anger, there is no need to nail people to the ground with this kind of thing." His expression seemed very relaxed, but the words he said were not the case. "I remember right, if you use a knife during assassination and deliberately avoid key parts, a weak person will die if he only stabs seven times. If you are an ordinary person, it only takes twelve or three times... And the thing you use is just a simple one or two."

Listening to Curt's relaxed and casual words, the breath around the black-clothed magician became nervous. He took a step back and covered a part of the iron spear in front of him. He was ready to be attacked by Curt at any time, and even the magic power released around him became more aggressive.

The negotiations with Curt Leinster were facing the result of the failure - he already knew this information, and it was him who caused this possible result with his own hands. Killing a arrogant and unruly devil who had entered the experimental field was a natural action for him.

The unknown person does not blame him. He just hindered the implementation of an unimportant plan when performing his duties, so the organization did not make any accusation of his actions. After all, the "Eye of True Vision" does not lack "friends", and a mere iron-level mercenary is not a valuable object.

However, such a perception seemed to have to be changed. He felt that this "mercenary" was very wrong - it was like a drop of sea water mixed into a well water, which was difficult to distinguish but could not be ignored. A subtle and inexplicable sense of incongruity was hidden under his sickly appearance.

This is a premonition of danger.

"Ah, don't get me wrong... That guy is so good now. You don't have to worry about her life or death - at least it's still a little far from death. He ate a large bag of snacks not long ago."

Looking at the silent magician, Curt spread his hands indifferently. There was no look of anger on his face, just as what he had spit out of his mouth was a story that came from his ears. I don't know who it was a story that happened to, but it was not that his relatives were treated cruelly.

As he said this, he smiled gently: "But... As the saying goes, if someone gives you something, you must repay the gift - since you have given me a big gift, I have to pay back some of it. I have nothing to give to you, so I will give you a serious injury first."

Clam-

The smile remains unchanged, and the sword is unsheathed. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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