Night Ranger

"Robin?" Marvin was slightly taken aback.

Immediately he realized that with his current image, he was no longer an unknown person on the west coast.

Robin the Dragon Slayer!

This name had been spread throughout the Pangbo Sea a long time ago. Along with Marvin and Jessica's rise to fame, City of Hope and Rocky Mountain have come into people's sight again.

Although Marvin left City of Hope soon after killing Clark, his appearance was still spread by many people.

"I didn't expect to pretend to be a low-key identity."

Marvin smiled wryly in his heart.

He left the wood elf's hut and subconsciously activated the camouflage technique, but he didn't notice it for a while, and used the image of Robin who made a big splash last time.

It's no wonder that when I went to line up, the rest of the people looked at me a little wrongly.

Dare they all recognize him.

At the moment Marvin rolled his eyes, it was time to show his acting skills.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face: "Robin? Who is Robin?"

"My name is Kerry."

"Did you recognize the wrong person?"

After all, he tilted his head slightly and adjusted his camouflage technique calmly.

This slight adjustment was completely lightning-fast. Marvin only modified part of his face, making this person 70% similar to [Robin].

Sure enough, the barbarian warrior was also in a daze, looked at it again, and smiled awkwardly:

"I didn't expect that I recognized the wrong person."

There was a burst of laughter from the side, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This is normal!

How could a legendary powerhouse like Lord Robin value a small tarantula mercenary group?

It must be too similar in appearance.

Thinking of this, the barbarian warrior was not angry, he looked at Marvin's waist.

Lord Robin is said to have used a spear, while the rest of the weapons appear to be Sandman muskets.

But the "Kerry" in front of him obviously used a pair of scimitars, and he looked like a ranger. Even the weapons used are different, it must not be Lord Robin anymore.

Thinking of this, he was also a little embarrassed.

Ma Wen secretly laughed, being too high-profile is never a good thing, fortunately he has the ability to disguise, otherwise he would be noticed by others wherever he went.

Whether it is Marvin or Robin, these two identities have a very high reputation, it is time to change the vest.

...

Now that it is confirmed that the person who came is not Robin, the necessary tests are still required.

"Mr. Kerry, if you want to participate in tomorrow's expedition, you need to resist at least ten moves from me."

The barbarian warrior is obviously very confident in his own strength, he kindly advised: "If your strength is not enough, I am afraid it will be difficult to resist my attack."

If someone else said what he said, the others would definitely boo him.

But everyone has seen the previous tests, and most of the testers are not a single enemy of the barbarian warriors. This guy is born with great strength. He said this not because of pride, but as a kind reminder.

"It's not without reason that the bull can be one of the deputy captains of the tarantula."

"Yeah, although he is only Tier 3, most Tier 4 masters are not necessarily his opponents."

"This hasn't turned on [Ancestral Blessing] and [Rage Bloodline]. It is said that he is the most promising barbarian in the ruined city to advance to legend,"

"Since this Mr. Kerry is not Lord Robin, he is probably no match for a bull. You see, he has slender arms and legs. Does that pair of scimitars seem to be cut from harder leaves? I'm afraid he can't handle it." Live like a bull with an ax!"

Seeing that the test continued, everyone couldn't help talking.

Among them, there are many who were eliminated by the tarantula mercenary group before. They have fought against the bull, so they naturally know that this guy is quite capable.

The barbarian's physical fitness is very good, and in terms of comprehensiveness, it is second only to the underground dark elves. But most of the barbarians worship their ancestors. Ancestor worship means that they can gain power from the heroic spirits of their ancestors. At the same time, some barbarians also have violent bloodlines. After adding the two together, a barbarian at the peak of Tier 3 is indeed not inferior to an ordinary Tier 4 powerhouse.

Outside the fairly open door, Marvin nodded slightly.

The battle between the two sides immediately began!

The barbarian warrior roared angrily, and rushed over suddenly. The ax raised high pulled out a phantom, overwhelming the sky!

However, at this moment, everyone couldn't help but exclaim!

In the blink of an eye, Marvin's body was extremely light, and he directly brushed against the axe.

He himself was unscathed.

Under the horrified eyes of the barbarian warrior, Marvin's scimitar rested calmly on his neck.

"Is it all right?"

he asked softly.

There was a dead silence all around.

Ma Wen's ghostly movement and reaction speed make people completely overwhelmed!

The barbarian blinked his eyes three times before he came back to his senses.

"Yes, of course..." He swallowed involuntarily, his eyes filled with fear!

Marvin smiled slightly and retracted the scimitar.

Just kidding, my eighteenth-level ranger can't deal with a fifteenth-level barbarian?

Marvin doesn't need to use any hole cards, he can crush the barbarians directly by relying on his strong physical fitness.

This is the power of [God's Agility]!

Before the people around could calm down, Marvin and the barbarian completed the handover of procedures.

Before tomorrow evening, just come to the designated place of the Tarantula Mercenary Group to gather.

The action unfolds at nightfall. This is exactly what Marvin wanted.

After getting the quota to participate in the expedition, Marvin quickly mixed into the crowd and disappeared.

The barbarian warrior watched Marvin's vitality and quietly wiped off his sweat.

At the moment of the fight, he really felt a murderous aura.

If he really did it, he might be instantly killed!

"This guy... is really scary."

The barbarian felt a slight chill in his heart. Even if he wasn't Lord Robin, he might be a very powerful person.

Who knew that at this moment, someone patted his shoulder lightly.

The savage turned around in astonishment.

It was a man hidden in a cloak, his voice was very soft and pleasant:

"I also want to participate in tomorrow's expedition, can I try?"

The Savage nodded.

"I don't know how to call it?"

The man in the cloak seemed to glance at the figure of Marvin who disappeared in the crowd, and immediately said in a low voice: "My name is Gwen."

...

Naturally, Marvin didn't know what happened at the gate of the Tarantula Mercenary Group.

He wandered around the ruined city for a while, and finally chose a hotel as a temporary resting place.

【Swing Hotel】. A very interesting name.

Marvin walked through the gate wrapped in green leaves, and found that all the seats in this hotel were replaced by swings suspended from thick wooden vines.

The business of the hotel seems to be average, and there are only a few people in the lobby.

The owner of the inn is a middle-aged woman. She looks a little old. The years have covered up her once beautiful face, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes are even more vicissitudes.

Marvin just glanced at it, but he was very surprised:

It was her! ?

...