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The number of people in the attack group was not large, even if the flower farmers and the remaining people in charge were included, there were only fifteen people in total.

The flower farmer was more agile than the rest, and he climbed to the top of the villa in three or two clicks without the help of vines.

He is located due north, to the left of the window sill on the third floor. According to the intelligence, there is a spellcaster who is suspected to be a master living in this room, while another suspected master is dealt with by the two heads of the shadow guard.

But even when he was ready, he didn't act on his own. Unlike the rest of the Assassin Order, many of the Assassin Organizations in the Stee World were tightly structured, but they were basically in the form of assigning tasks from superiors to subordinates. In other words, those Assassins were better suited to the Maverick style or a group of people.

However, Erosa's shadow guard system is more team-oriented. Because of this, even if they are already in place, the flower farmers do not take action at the first time, but wait for the best time to make a move.

Below him, two people were attached to each of the three windows on the second floor, and they were also waiting for the moment to act. On the first floor, the assassin who climbed into the villa was in the kitchen, which had not been on fire for a long time, and there was a thin layer of ash inside. The Assassin cautiously approached the door, and one of them pulled out a bottle, smeared the lube from it to the shaft, and nodded at the other.

The latter opened the door, and as soon as he opened a hole, the body of the person who cooperated with him shrank as if it was deformed, and the whole person rushed out of the door like a mouse.

Ahead of him was a mage with a book in his hand, and the Assassin came up behind him, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, and the other pulling out a dagger glowing green and slashing it around his neck.

It was incredibly fast, and it only took more than two seconds from the time he left the door to make a move, and the mage clutched his neck and gasped twice and fell to the side. The wound on his neck was snorting and bleeding, and a mage with a cast rank of four rings was killed before he even understood what was happening.

It was only then that another mage sitting by the door in the hall realized that something was wrong, and just as he was about to give a warning, the door of the room clicked open, and two assassins shot out of the door, one holding his mouth and nose so that he could not struggle, and the other holding the dagger with his backhand and plunging it into his head, and the man fell to the ground with convulsions.

The east room was opened, and the four Assassins who had just entered and killed the two rushed towards the door like civets, but it was also the Shadow Guard who appeared inside, and through the crack in the door of the room, a mage could be seen lying on the ground and sleeping, which was specially left for interrogation.

The six shadow guards solved the three mages as soon as they made a move, but this is just the beginning, according to the intelligence, the three mages on the first floor are only mid-level professionals, and the second layer is a high-level spellcaster with strength in the fifth and sixth rings, and the top two are likely to be spellcasters.

The five shadow guards who had completed the first stage of the mission cautiously walked up the stairs, and one of them returned to the kitchen window and gestured upwards. He also needed time to tell the actors on the other three sides of the house that there would inevitably be a time lag in between.

Judging from the tacit understanding of the shadow guard's actions, this time difference is about twelve seconds.

Twelve seconds later, the flower farmer noticed that several shadow guards on the second floor had entered through the window, and there were two high-level spellcasters on this floor, so the manpower was more elite.

As luck would have it, one of the high-level spellcasters was meditating, and the shadow guard who infiltrated the room assassinated him with little to no effort. The Shadow Guard began to move towards the room where the other high-level spellcaster was, repeating their usual trick of applying lube to the door shaft, but failing to open the door in the first place. Because the shadow guard who was in charge of delivering the message just now came back and told the second-floor shadow guard on the east side of the attack team in sign language that he had not moved.

The caster in the room sits facing the door, but faces the window, and they must cooperate to achieve a one-hit kill.

The Shadow Guards exchanged glances, and one of them reached for the lock and slowly unscrewed it. In the bedroom, the high-level spellcaster instantly sensed that something was wrong, and he looked at the door, just as he was about to cast a spell and warn at the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of two assassins rushing in from the window.

He was horrified to death, focusing only on the doorway, but instinctively ignoring the threat from the side, so that the last glimmer of life was shattered.

There is no danger!

The shadow guards who had successfully cleaned the second floor breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, there was a commotion from upstairs.

The flower farmer lurked at the window with bated breath, and just as the second floor was cleared, the master spellcaster he was in charge of suddenly seemed to sense something, and suddenly shouted in the room, "Who!?

The flower farmer immediately realized that something was wrong, and he immediately climbed through the window into the room. A look of surprise appeared on the spellcaster's face, but it was quickly replaced by a calm expression. The master's eyes were deep, and with a cold snort, seven missiles hit the flower farmer head to end.

The Master Spellcaster is not a pervert like Charlotte, nor is he a group of battle mages who specialize in the Transformation Department. At such close distance, in such a short amount of time, this was the best way for the caster to slow down the Assassin's attack.

As a matter of course, a master's missile is already capable of a lot of damage, and the flower farmer wastes a certain amount of time both to dodge and defend, which is short, but it is enough for the master caster.

But the flower farmer didn't look at the seven missiles, but sprinted towards the master with the same posture. The moment the missile touched him, it sneered through the window behind him as if it had passed through a phantom, and the master's originally calm face changed, and he was about to dodge to the side in an instant.

But where could he match the agility of an assassin, the flower farmer slashed at the master with a short knife in his hand, and the short knife was as sticky and congealing as if it had been sliced into a mire. Hua Nong snorted coldly, and the explosion of magic energy instantly increased his strength by an order of magnitude, and a ghostly light came from the short knife, which was actually an enchanted weapon with sharp characteristics.

The master's next spell had just been channeled when it was scorned into the heart by the flower farmer's short knife. His eyes darkened, and he struggled to point at the flower farmer, "The bloodline power of the spirit state...... You're the Shadow Guard'...... 'Assassin'"

Before the words fell, the flower farmer turned the handle of the knife, and his heart was completely crushed. The Master Spellcaster coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell.

This is the battle between the master assassin and the spellcaster.

Unlike Charlotte, who can effectively fight back by all means if she is bullied in front of her, the average spellcaster will be caught in a deadly vortex if he is approached by the assassin for ten steps, and conversely, if the caster is allowed to distance himself, it will be difficult for the assassin to gain an advantage even if he uses all his strength.

The unknown spellcaster's response was not bad, but he didn't know that the flower farmer's bloodline power could be converted into a spirit transformation that was immune to physical damage, and he used a magic missile with the nature of a physical force field. The asymmetry of information costs the master spellcaster his life, and if he had changed the assassin or the caster had changed to another spell, the outcome could have been very different.

Realizing that this opponent was extremely fast, the flower farmer did not show the slightest hint of joy on his face. You know, there's also a spellcaster in the room, if that person's resilience is just as good......

As soon as the flower farmer thought of this, he heard a bang, and there was a roar of the wall cracking in the opposite room.