AWJOAW :: Volume #13

#1287 Part 2: Surprise attack

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„This you cannot run away time!” “这一次你跑不掉！” Zelin raised legs to kick the thigh of Bary, forcing him partly to squat, but the rebel has not lost the balance because of the ache, his concealed a sword in the sleeve the counter- calling card to holding the arm of shoulder. He stabbed, because Witcher simply has not avoided, but conceals a sword in the sleeve actually stops under the arm of Zelin, how regardless of he makes an effort unable to prick the slightest. Has not waited for him to realize that in his line of sight, a fist that wears the brown glove is getting bigger and bigger. The arm of rebel closely is holding the thing in bosom, he does not have the means to resist this to strike. 泽林抬腿踢中了巴里的腿部,迫使他半蹲下来,但叛徒没有因为疼痛而失去平衡,他的袖剑反手刺向抓住自己肩膀的手臂。他刺中了,因为狩魔猎人根本没有躲避,但袖剑却停在泽林的胳膊下,无论他怎么用力都无法刺入分毫。还没等他意识到这是怎么回事,在他的视线中,一个戴着棕色手套的拳头越来越大。叛徒的手臂紧紧抱着怀中的东西,以至于他没办法抵挡这一击。 In fist pounding of ruthlessly Zelin his eye socket, the head of Bary all of a sudden backward supinely in the past, the nape of the neck seemed spring-like, rocked back and forth two, is doubtable his head next quarter whether will fly directly. Zelin wields the fist again, is hitting to another eyes of enemy, another fist, on the face of rebel left behind two silt purple. The restoration speed of this assassin is quick, when Zelin aims his bridge of the nose preparation wields the third fist, he again wields conceals a sword in the sleeve. 泽林的拳头狠狠的砸中了他的眼眶,巴里的脑袋一下子向后仰过去,脖颈好似弹簧般,来回晃动了两下,让人怀疑他的脑袋下一刻是否会直接飞出去。泽林再一次挥动拳头,对着敌人的另一颗眼睛打过去,又一拳,叛徒的脸上留下了两圈淤紫。这名刺客的恢复速度很快,在泽林瞄准他的鼻梁准备挥出第三拳的时候,他再一次挥动袖剑。 However this goal is not Zelin, but is the own shoulder. 不过这一次目标不是泽林,而是自己的肩膀。 , On his shirt shoulder was cut the same place, he seized the chance to work loose the arm of Zelin, then the direction of not charging into assassin headquarters. He shouts hoarse to shout to the general household direction 刺啦一声,他的衬衣肩膀上被切下来一块,他趁机挣脱了泽林的手臂,然后头也不会的冲向刺客总部的方向。他扯着嘶哑的嗓子对总户方向大喊 „Assassin, opens the door!” “刺客,开门！” Zelin has not made him achieve wishes, he does not know the thing that the opposite party embraces is anything, but that certainly is to him, or to his plan very important thing. Therefore the flame that his snapped fingers, in the rain braves suddenly ignited his package all of a sudden. 泽林没有让他如愿,他不知道对方怀抱的东西是什么,但那一定是对他,或者说对他的计划很重要的事物。于是他打了个响指,阴雨中骤然冒起的火苗一下子引燃了他的包裹。 The rebel subconsciousness in the direction of assassin headquarters throws the thing that in the hand catches fire, at this moment, Zelin guessed correctly actually is anything, he lifts the hand, Aard Sign hits the package that in the midair burnt, packages the burst out air current shoves open forcefully. Wraps also to decline the ground, a dazzling glare flooded the line of sight of Zelin, he raises the arm to tunnel the vision subconsciously, the gale that bursts out suddenly makes him nearly not stand steadily, the next quarter, near his ear only has the deafening explosive sound. Zelin feels like has more than ten clocks to sound in own side simultaneously, seems like dozens tons object to crash from the upper air, the stone chip of splash hits on his face, he felt like heard the squeal, but this sound appeared in the echo of explosion is not worth mentioning. 叛徒下意识把手中着火的东西朝着刺客总部的方向扔过去,这一刻,泽林猜到了里面究竟是什么东西,他抬起手,一记阿尔德法印击中了半空中燃烧的包裹,包裹被迸发的气流强行推开。包裹还没落到地上,一阵刺眼的强光就充斥了泽林的视线,他下意识举起手臂挡住视线,骤然迸发的强风让他险些站立不稳,下一刻,他的耳边只剩下震耳欲聋的爆炸声。泽林感觉好像有十多个钟同时在自己身边敲响,又像是几十吨重的物体从高空中坠落,飞溅的石屑打在他的脸上,他感觉好像听到了尖叫声,但这声音在爆炸的回音中显得不值一提。 The air current dissipation that waits to explode, Zelin coughed layer on layer/heavily several, the rainwater scattered the dust of raising, in nearby ground is also burning the flame, is burning under the baptism of rainwater tenaciously, the shutter that a garden piece of assassin headquarters, has not in confusion opened was turned into the burnt black by the smoke and fire, in the bonsai only also remained a bracket plant listlessly was drooping, in braving in the black smoke swung slightly. 等爆炸的气流消散,泽林重重的咳嗽了几声,雨水驱散了扬起的尘土,附近的地面上还燃烧着火苗,在雨水的洗礼下顽强的燃烧着,刺客总部的庭院一片狼藉,还没打开的门板被烟火变成了焦黑色,盆栽中只还剩一颗吊兰无精打采的耷拉着,在冒起的黑烟中微微摇摆。 „What's wrong, what's the matter, Master?” “怎,怎么回事,大师？” The gatekeepers shove open the crack in a door, looks at outside situation. However Zelin does not have the time now and she explains these. 看门人推开门缝,怔怔的看着外面的情况。不过泽林现在没时间和她解释这些。 The form of rebel has climbed up the fence near Galatia high tower. 叛徒的身影已经攀爬上了加拉太高塔附近的围墙。
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