It's midnight......

On the small hillside thousands of meters away from the slave camp, a branch of a thousand-year-old pine tree sank unusually, and the snow covering the thick and long branch suddenly had two shallow footprints, and if you looked closely, these two footprints were still slowly changing shape and depth, which could only show one thing...... That is, the owner of the footprints has not left, he is still hidden here......

Palamir, an ace agent belonging to the dark guild "Black Tongue", had a 95% mission completion rate before this, and the minimum mission reward amount had been increased to 500 gold coins. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Before that, he had been complaining that the difficulty of this mission was too low, and it was really not challenging. After all, the mission letter simply stated the name and identity of the mission target, and the specific mission content was not the difficulty of assassination or investigation of secret privacy, but just monitoring its movements. Palamir had not hesitated to turn down this rookie mission, until he saw the name of the mission target before changing his mind.

Gloria Huwen......

This name has recently caused an uproar in the imperial capital of Montenegro. A super beautiful boy who has the ability to compete for the name of the new generation of the number one beauty in the imperial capital, a direct blood relative of Count Amanda, a suspected favorite of the emperor and his lover, the newly recognized adopted son of the legendary hero Imperial Marshal Rethus, and a ruthless blasphemous shooter......

With so many sensitive topics, anyone can cause a sensation in the whole city, not to mention that all of them are concentrated on one person, this is Goliath Huwen, the new storm center of the imperial capital of Montenegro.

Palamir immediately changed his mind and took on the task that successfully piqued his interest. While still on the Hercules airship, Palamir had already spotted many of his peers who shared the same mission goals as him, and several of them were even old acquaintances of his. From these people. Palamil was already able to guess several big people hidden behind the shadows, the Imperial Prime Minister Grand Duke Buckingham, the Great General Zode, the Old Mentu, Barsolona, and the Duke of Ogala......

Palamir suddenly became interested in who his employer really was, even though he knew it was against professional ethics. He didn't really need to delve into the question, or he didn't dare to "really know" the answer to the question, because of the special task prop given to him by his employer. The deliberately scratched badge on it is already very revealing. For an experienced agent like Palamir, it would not be difficult at all to discern the original appearance of the emblem...... It was an insignia that belonged to the imperial family.

Of course, the imperial family has its own spy agency, and the strength of the huge spy agency "Golden Bird" controlled by the Plantagenet family, who is loyal to the royal family, is by no means comparable to the ordinary dark guilds, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to hire the "Black Tongue" to serve it, but Palamir absolutely believes in his own eyes and trusts his own judgment even more, so it can only explain one problem, his employer wants to hide people's eyes and ears and hide his identity. That's why you can't directly use the Royal Secret Agency.

Just when Palamir was almost lost in thought, his instinctive alertness that he had cultivated for years suddenly sounded a warning. Palamir hurriedly restrained his thoughts, and secretly blamed himself for being already the ace of the guild, and he would make such a low-level mistake. He did not panic and expose himself, but used his shadow fighting qi to the extreme, further eliminating his sense of existence, completely integrating himself into the night, and at the same time infinitely amplifying his sensory intuition. It is no exaggeration to say that the trajectory of a snowflake at this time is also under his control.

This is the Linhai Snow Field. The snow was thick and the sky was constantly snowing, which was extremely restrictive for mobile searches, but very advantageous for targets that had been stationary and hidden, and Palamir did not believe that anyone could approach him without a trace in such an environment.

As time passed, Palamir finally began to wonder if Fang Cai's gut warning was just a delusion. Although this situation is rare, it is not impossible, after all, spying is a very sensitive and delicate profession, and the slightest disturbance in the vicinity will be frightened, not to mention that he was distracted just now.

Come to think of it. Palamir finally decided not to waste any more time and began to carry out his own mission. This is another thing he has been complaining about and regretting a lot lately, and this mission is far more difficult than he imagined. The target of his mission, the beautiful boy named Golia, didn't know what kind of wind his head was pumping, and as soon as he came to the Black Forest, he hid in a war slave training camp to which the Dragoon Regiment belonged. This was nothing, and even the dragoons who were in charge of guarding the training camp also withdrew, but then I don't know what happened, the slaves in the war slave camp actually ran out of the camp without any trouble, and then dug three feet into the ground and searched every corner of the nearby forest, even the tree holes and frozen lakes did not let go, and as a result, several of them were too close at once, and the secret agents who had no time to hide were discovered by them and captured into the war slave camp. As a result, all the surviving spies, including Palamir, had to restrain themselves and did not dare to approach their targets easily. Later, a few more spies dared to sneak into the war slave camp in the middle of the night, but they also never returned. That war slave camp was like a gate to the abyss, exuding an aura that no one could approach.

It took Palamir two days to slowly move to his current hiding place, which was high and wooded, and the position was inconspicuous, just overlooking most of the war slave camp.

Palamir slowly took out a slender cylindrical object from his clothes, this is a new type of military equipment smuggled from the Cool Bear Principality, a magical equipment invented by the dwarven alchemy master Vegapunk, called "Telescope", it does not need to install any magic array, does not need to be blessed with any magic magic, only a few specially polished crystal flakes can achieve part of the "Distant Vision" or "Eagle Eye Magic" visual enhancement effect. Although the Shadow Dou Qi also has the ability to enhance vision, and the effect is better, but the external Dou Qi fluctuations are difficult to hide from the sensory intuition of some strong people, Palamil has greatly increased the difficulty of this mission in his heart, after all, there are a few acquaintances and secret agents who have been carried away, but their strength is not below him.

Beneath that magical cylinder, Palamir finally saw the scene inside the war slave camp, an incomparably terrifying and shocking sight.

Hundreds of subhuman slaves lined up in a neat line, waving their right fists in unison and roaring. Seeing the surging and wild momentum, and seeing the enthusiastic eyes of the fanatics...... Where is this war slave cannon fodder, this is clearly an iron-blooded army with both military spirit and soul, and is swearing allegiance to the leader, and the object of the oath of worship by this iron-blooded army is his mission goal. The beautiful boy who stirred up the storm in the imperial capital with his appearance and background, Zu Golia Huwen.

Behind Goliath, the majestic one-eyed ogre stood proudly, holding a large flag in his hand, a large black palm print printed on a scarlet lacquer surface.

Black Hand Blood Banner ......

"Oh my God~~~!What did I see? That kid, he was completely tamed...... No, it was the subhuman war slaves of all races, and Letushers had sent him here for this...... Could it be that it was because of this talent that he was favored by the legendary hero and adopted as his adopted son......? What's the point of Rethusus training this group of subhuman slaves? Isn't his dragoon regiment the most powerful force on the continent in the first place? except that the number is a little small...... That's right. It's numbers, and if Rethus's forces make up for their weakness in numbers...... Don't...... Does he want to...... Scheme...... Reverse ......"

The more Palamil thought he had the "truth", the more excited he became, of course, these were only his personal thoughts, and the only task of a spy was to send what he saw and heard to his employer, but it was not his task to judge and analyze the connotations. Thinking of this, Palamir finally couldn't hide his figure. He took out a small metal magic guide and pointed one of them at Goron's camp, this magic guide could transmit the illuminated image directly to the distant employer, of course, this was the special mission item that the employer gave him. As long as all these magical images are passed back, this troublesome mission will be over.

The magic circuits on the metal magic guide lit up one after another, and Palamir's mind suddenly became a little nervous. However, thinking that this place is thousands of meters away from the war slave camp, and even far exceeds the warning range of the war king-level powerhouse several times, he himself is even more in extreme concealment mode, even if the magic guide will emit a slight glimmer, but under the moonlight reflected by the snow, this glimmer is nothing. When the last magic line of the metal magic guide was also completely lit up. And when it began to turn dark, Palamir's tense heart finally relaxed......

With a "poof", a blood-free jet-black blade appeared under Palamir's nose, looking at the faint green light at the tip of the blade, he suddenly wondered how this blade covered with poison appeared, and after a moment he realized that it was a blade that pierced from his back, pierced his heart, and then stabbed out of his chest, in other words......

He's dead.

A swarthy, slender palm emerged from the void, and she gently dragged Palamir's limp corpse, placing it on a branch, then grabbed the metal magic guide and expertly turned it upside down a few times, completely destroying the glowing magic lines.

The figure of the black lake appeared behind Palamir, she carefully took out a magic leather pouch, and carefully poured the blue powder containing it that emitted starlight on Palamir's corpse, and suddenly a lightless and colorless flame rose, quickly spreading throughout the corpse, and in less than a few seconds, the traces of the existence of the black tongue's royal spy were completely erased, and even the valuable metal magic guide was not let go, but the dark elf girl picked up the "telescope" , but she hesitated, failing to throw the colorless flame into flames before it was completely extinguished. But the black lake didn't seem to care, she picked up the binoculars, put it on her right eye, the next moment, Golon's delicate face seemed to be close in front of her, the dark elf girl stared almost obsessively, suddenly, the corner of Golon's eyes moved, the pupils were directly opposite the black lake, the dark elf was so frightened that he quickly took off the telescope, looking frightened, but soon this panic disappeared, the black lake looked fiercely in the direction of the war slave camp, stomped his feet lightly, and the next moment the body disappeared into the darkness again...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Three hundred chapters?

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