"Ahh

"Ahh

In the middle of the night, the terrible screams continued to sound, making all the people around listen to it with palpitations.

In a small square in the Radel district, two to seventeen, a battle with a huge disparity in numbers had been going on for a long time, but the side with the largest number of people was pressed and beaten by two assassins, and a dozen people had the advantage of numbers, but they had no power to fight back.

The two figures constantly rotated around a dozen freelancers, like two cooperating cheetahs waiting for an opportunity to bite a group of poor antelopes in distress, rushing up to bite at any time, and each bite would kill or injure a freelancer.

A few torches emitted a dim glow, blurring the figures of the two assassins, and a dozen freelancers relied on this pitiful light to barely confront these two deadly enemies.

Byrne suddenly felt something, his body reflexively stepped to the right, and the long sword in his hand quickly slashed out to the left, and almost at the same time, a short blade suddenly appeared on the left, blocked by the long sword, and made a soft "ding" sound.

The vague assassin missed the blow, and without any hesitation, he retreated again, and the short blade in his hand slashed at the warrior beside Bourne, pulling out a plume of bright blood, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Byrne doesn't remember how many times he has fended off the Assassin's attacks, and all he knows now is that he keeps swinging his sword according to his own senses, and "clanging" is dangerously resisting the sneak attack of this strange assassin.

And this kind of perceptual consciousness comes from Charles's training, in the past, Charles would often call him to go to the training room for that kind of "push hand teaching method", two people use each other's swords against each other's swords, constantly pulling in circles, at that time Bourne just thought that this was to hone his spiritual power control ability, but now it seems that this method is also effective for the improvement of perception.

When fighting against an extraordinary profession like an assassin, a little higher sensitivity may increase your chances of survival.

"They are night believers, everyone slowly retreats, the wounded are behind, the strong are in front, leaning against the wall! Light more torches, and the people of the church will soon come.......

An injured freelancer must have had experience in fighting with the Night Cultists, shouting loudly, a dozen freelancers lifted their spirits and slowly moved towards the nearest wall, and finally leaned against a wall after paying the price of two people falling to the ground and several people being injured.

After leaning against the wall, the defensive pressure of the freelancers suddenly lightened a lot, and the two assassins carried out several raids in a row, but because there were more and more torches, and the few freelancers in the front row were very strong, they only achieved a few wounds, and never got a knockdown again.

This is the difference between an Assassin and a Knight, the greatest threat of an Assassin is the moment he suddenly emerges from the darkness, when the opponent is vigilant, supported by light, and superior in numbers, the combat power will be greatly reduced.

The knight's advantage lies in his strong vitality and defense, if the knight is still wearing fine-forged chain mail, and forming a defensive formation in the case of defense, the fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries can be consumed with the assassin for a long time.

An Assassin can kill several knights of his rank by defeating each of them, but if they are besieged by several knights, the Assassin will not be able to gain a long-term advantage, even if the knight's transcendent rank is slightly lower.

For example, just now, Byrne felt that the opponent's strength was not weaker than his own, and his agility was superior, but if the opponent missed, his companions would assist from both sides, and the assassin had to retreat, so as not to be attacked on three sides.

"Byrne, stand back!"

Byrne was on alert when suddenly an almost inaudible word came from behind him, which was Gerson carefully reminding him.

Byrne was stunned, and only then did he realize that he was already unconsciously at the node of the defensive formation, and several freelance knights around him were close to each other with him as the center.

"The wounded are behind, the strong are ahead!"

This is an unwritten credo of the Free Knights, when facing a strong enemy, a strong warrior must stand up to the front to protect the wounded brother behind him.

Byrne may not have felt that he was a strong man, but his performance just now had won the trust of a warrior in the eyes of his other companions.

"Hi, my name is Mulens, what's your name?" asked one of the warriors beside Byrne.

"Bourne, Bourne Seurf!"

"Well, when you go back alive, I'll invite you to drink!"

Byrne suddenly swung his sword, forcing back the shadow that suddenly flashed out of the night, and exhaled and said, "Okay, try to live!"

Byrne didn't follow Gerson's advice and retreated, but took another half step forward to put himself under more pressure, and in this difficult moment, the knightly faith in him was extremely strong.

This time, the "robbing the rich and helping the poor" operation gathered the transcendents of several liaison offices in the entire Nasser area, some of whom knew each other, and some did not, Bourne, as a newcomer who had just come to Nasser, could be said to have become famous and won everyone's respect this time.

On the other side of the defensive node, Shabbir Guteof, with a gloomy face, swallowed a bottle of healing potion to relieve the injuries on his body, he had already been stabbed twice in a row by the strange assassin, if it weren't for the quality of the light armor on his body, he might have ended up with those guys lying on the ground at this time.

This operation can be said to be a complete failure so far, Gesen's hound successfully bites the target of this trip, the two northern merchants have at least thirty or forty thousand livres on them, as long as they are taken, everyone can have a comfortable New Year, but what they didn't expect was that the other party turned out to be two night believers, or very rare and difficult assassins.

At the most critical time, and when it was also the easiest time for a warrior to earn respect, Shabbir Guteoff originally thought that with his extraordinary power of the eighth rank, he would soon become the core figure of this team, but now he was surprised to find that the most outstanding performance in this battle was not him, but the Bourne who he had always looked down on.

Shabbir had secretly observed Byrne for a long time, and judging from his calm fighting style and keen combat perception, Byrne was obviously not the wild road supernatural person shown in the data, but an extraordinary warrior who had been trained in the united front warrior system.

Just after leaning against the wall, everyone regrouped into a defensive formation, many people squeezed towards Bourne's side, but the warriors on Shabir's side seemed a little reluctant, and this differential treatment made Shabbir's heart surge with murderous intent.

"Bastard, I'm the captain........"

"Be careful!"

An exclamation beside him alerted Shabir, who was a little distracted, and the strange and vague figure had already arrived in front of him, and in a hurry, Shabbir raised his sword and retreated sideways, squeezing several soldiers around him to the ground, and was able to avoid this fatal killing opportunity.

However, Shabbir's retreat this time made a hole in the small defensive formation, and the soldiers around him lost their side cover for a short time.

The two assassins were already veterans of tacit cooperation, where would they let go of this opportunity, they immediately rushed side by side, the short blades in their hands drew an illusory blade shadow, and several freelancers were poisoned on the spot.

Blood is being spilled, fear is spreading, and a fighting group that relies on a formation will inevitably be scattered at the moment when the formation is broken, and the will to fight will drop sharply, and the collapse may be at this moment.

"Boom"

A figure recklessly collided with each other, squeezing away a few panicked warriors, colliding with two illusory shadows, the armor on his body rubbing against the assassin's short blade with a piercing sound of "clanging clang", and he didn't know how many stabbing and scratching in a short period of time.

"Hah!"

Byrne twisted his waist and exerted force, the spiritual power in his body exploded unreservedly, and the long sword in his hand circled and slashed like crazy, and a faint glow lingered on the long sword, splitting out circles of spiritual light, forcing the two assassins to keep retreating.

Just as the two Assassins were about to give up and desperately hide into the darkness with him, Bourne suddenly threw his sword at one of the Assassins, and took advantage of the fact that the other Assassin was slightly stunned by his intentions, and unexpectedly pounced on the other Assassin.

The Assassin could have dodged, but when he rushed into the Freedom Warrior's defensive circle, he rushed too far forward, and several of the Freedom Fighters he had knocked out lay behind him, hindering his quick dodge, and the long stealth assassination also made his agility decrease, so that Bourne was very lucky to hold his calf and drag him to the ground.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng"

The assassin who was hugged also broke out with amazing hand speed under the horror, and the two short blades kept stabbing at Bourne, but Bourne kept fluttering on the ground, and the precision forged chain mail on his body played a key role at this time, although the assassin cut several holes, but was not fatal by a blow.

"Kill him!"

The freedom fighters, who were still frightened just now, rushed up frantically and slashed at the assassin who had lost his ability to move.