The room was dimly lit, and it was impossible to see what was flying, but just by listening to the sound, Cepes knew that it must not be hit.

Not daring to slack off, he quickly raised his left hand, and the round shield in his hand rose up half a foot, just to block the flying things.

There was a muffled thud, sawdust splashed, and a throwing axe was embedded deep in the round shield.

If it hits the body this time, it is inevitable to disembowel, and the opponent will be killed.

And in Tepes, while resisting with a round shield, the killer did not stand dry and wait for the result.

The guy was quick-paced, and in a breath or two, he was less than half a meter in front of Cepes.

He also has an axe stuck in his waist, holding, pulling out, and chopping from the bottom to the top, this guy's movements are all in one go.

An inch is short and an inch is dangerous, and in close combat, the axe has a natural advantage over the short sword.

Originally, this attack was on Cepes's right chest, and the killer's wrist turned slightly, and the axe blade slashed at Cepes's left shoulder.

It was too close, the opponent was too fast, and the moves were extremely weird, and Cepes couldn't completely dodge this blow.

The sharp axe blade opened a bloody wound in his shoulder, but fortunately, there was a dodge in advance, and the injury was not too serious.

Feeling the pain in his shoulder, Cepes gritted his teeth, threw away the sword and shield in his hand, and threw himself directly at the killer.

He did this not because he was reckless, but because he wanted to use the most primitive way to counteract the advantage of his opponent's weapon.

Obviously, the other party didn't expect that Tsepes would do this, and without noticing for a while, he was caught by Tsepesh with the handle of the axe.

The two men fought fiercely over the ownership of the axe, and it has to be said that Tepes's recent push-ups were not done in vain.

Moreover, the killer is on the thin side and takes the agile route.

Or, there's another way of saying it.

A poor civilian child, in order to feed his younger siblings, he joined an organization and was trained to become a killer.

The malnutrition of the hour made him naturally thin and weak, and even if he wanted to take the fierce route, he did not have that condition.

Although he was only sixteen years old, his superior living environment made his body stronger than that of an adult from a civilian background.

In short, whatever the reason, in this wrestling, Cepes won, and he pulled the axe out of the killer's hand.

Without hesitation, the pitch-black and cold axe fell, again and again.

The killer gradually lost his resistance, and at the same time lost his breath, blood and flesh, and became a witness to the loss of life.

Sitting on the floor in a daze, Tsepes's hands trembled a little.

In his heart, he said that he would kill the Ottomans countless times, but this was the first time he really killed with his own hands.

Of course, this refers to Tsepes, the traverser, and not to the original owner of the body that lived in this era.

The most violent thing he ever did was to fight with a rival for a female classmate.

And now, he killed, and he killed two without hesitation.

At the same time, stimulated by the smell of blood, many bad memories in the brain of the original owner of the body poured out at once.

Thirteen-year-old Tepes was an innocent and innocent child.

Sixteen-year-old Tepes has seen almost all the sins of this world.

During his three years at Osman, he had seen so many atrocities that the face in front of him was nothing compared to those that had been chopped in front of him with an axe.

Who am I now?

Two completely different memories, alternating in his mind.

Just when he felt like he was about to go crazy, there was a sound of scratching the ground next to him.

Waking up from his confusion, Tsepes looked in the direction of the sound, and he found that the man he had stabbed was not dead.

At this moment, this guy is desperately crawling over, still holding a dagger in his hand.

The fierce eyes did not weaken by half a point because of the injury.

, confused fart, they're killers, they're here to kill me.

Either they die or I die, there are only these two options, and I will definitely choose the former without hesitation.

Instantly banishing all the tangles out of his mind, Tsepes got up, kicked the dagger out of the guy's hand, and then stepped on his back.

"Say, who sent you?!"

The man struggled to get the dagger back in his hand, but all his efforts were in vain.

"Say! Who sent you!? ”

Tsepes continued to ask questions, while attacking the guy with his foot in the rib wound in an attempt to force him to speak.

The pain made him raise his head, and the tyrannical aura in his bloodshot eyes became even more solemn.

He opened his mouth, revealing his blood-soaked teeth, and spoke quickly in a string of words that Tsepes didn't understand.

It is certain that he is not confessing the problem, but using his native language, mercilessly cursing Tsepes.

Although Tsepes couldn't understand the meaning of the killer's words, he judged it in his heart from the tone and rhythm, combined with the killer's appearance.

"Where are you from, the Republic of Florence, the Republic of Milan, or the Kingdom of Naples."

Tsepes asked questions in Latin and then in Greek.

This guy is a typical Italian, and while Tsepes asked, he kept observing the change in his expression.

When the Kingdom of Naples was mentioned, the corners of this guy's eyes trembled slightly.

"From the Kingdom of Naples? You can't be Sicilian, right? ”

Two questions, Tsepesz asked almost without thinking.

The killer's face instantly showed an expression of surprise.

"Damn, you're really Sicilian, I hope you're not a Mafia."

As the killer's expression became more exciting, Cepes got the answer he didn't want the most.

These two killers are the Mafia Party, the Mafia Party, which is often referred to as the Mafia.

In the 13th century, in order to counter the atrocities of the French, a group of ruthless people in Sicily formed the Mafia Party.

The thought of being assassinated by the killers of the Mafia Party made Tsepes feel like his scalp tingling.

He recalled all his memories and was sure that he had not offended the Sicilians.

Then, there must be a financier, buying murder.

The Mafiya Party, although it is famous after a few hundred years, is still far from forming a climate, and can only be regarded as a small threat.

The real danger is the person behind them.

As soon as he arrived in the direct territory, a killer came to the door, and he accurately grasped all the information.

This is enough to show that in the dark, there are always a pair of eyes watching my every move.

Who is going to kill me, Hungary or Rome, or some nobleman in Wallachia.

Obviously, the people in the shadows don't want me to be crowned successfully, there are too many interests involved, and there is no way to tell the difference.

At the moment, it shouldn't be the Ottomans, they still need me as a puppet.

The purpose of these two killers was to take my life, not to provoke me to target the Hungarians.

Tsepes's mind raced through his thoughts, analyzing the current situation, but as a result, he got a very speechless answer.

Before they had enough strength to kill the Ottomans around them, these guys actually became the most reliable bodyguards.

The black hand in the shadows sent a killer, and it is difficult to say whether he will continue to send people to assassinate.

These Ottomans, under the guise of protecting me, seem to be going to fake it.

If a few of them died in the process of protecting me, it would be a great joy for all.

With that in mind, Cepes picked up the dagger on the ground and stabbed it into the back of the killer's heart without hesitation.

Note: Rome above refers to the Byzantine Empire, and people at that time still called it Rome.