Warlord

Word count: 5000 Update Time: 2012-12-19 17: 27: 43

Leo ran in panic into an abandoned town about a mile from the city of Enraged Reef. In a small town 5 km away. The town was dilapidated and had been abandoned for many days. Without any purification measures, it was very difficult for ordinary people to live in such an environment. Even if they were refugees who had nowhere to live, they would only treat this place as a temporary transfer station. After resting for a while and preparing the materials to continue forward, they would leave.

Even if the town is a hotel, you don’t have to pay for it.

A dry grass ball rolled on the ground in the wind, brushing against Leo’s feet. Leo looked back. There was no one in the wilderness outside the town, but the cold killing intent behind Leo’s head did not subside for even a moment.

Fuck, it was two thousand meters! His limit of vision was around a thousand meters, and with the aid of the equipment he could reach a thousand and five meters. But until now, Leo hadn’t found the tracker, which meant that the man had to be farther away. It was at least two thousand meters away that Leo was unable to sense the aura of his enemies.

He ran into the town to avoid the horrible tracker and to use the town buildings to create a natural barrier that would shorten the tracker’s vision. If the opponent appeared within a range of 1500 meters, then Leo might be able to kill him.

However, Leo couldn’t understand. In the plains, the other party had plenty of opportunities to kill him, but why hadn’t he made a move yet?

With that question in mind, Leo crashed into a ramshackle house, came out of the back window, crossed an alley, and finally entered through a half-open shop window. Leo curled up in the corner of the cash register, fished a mirror out of his jacket pocket, and placed it on the counter. The mirror looked out at the world outside the shop, and Leo could see clearly in the mirror if anyone approached.

Just as the sniper hid himself, a lonely figure appeared at the entrance of the town. The red light of the sky fell on a handsome face, cold as marble. The shattered black hair fluttered in the wind, but the flying strands of hair were unable to obstruct the sharp light that shot out from the pair of eyes for a moment. This was a traveler with two bizarre eyes. His left eye was the black eyeball that Asians usually used, but his right eye was as golden as fire.