The darkness of the dream dissipated, and the suffocating crowd couldn't wait for the gradually recovering sight and hearing, and desperately opened their eyes and looked towards the center of the killing field.

The black-haired wizard holding his chest in one hand stood behind the elven girl gasping for breath, and the girl with a red silk blindfold knelt down on one knee in front of him, the cold and heavy "Dawn" sword resting on her delicate shoulder.

As for the Azorean long knife, which resembled a wooden stick and cane, it lay quietly three steps away from the girl.

The winner is decided.

"Wings of the Firmament, press down this elven assassin!"

Charlotte, who arrived in a hurry, breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the black-haired wizard was still alive, and then immediately regained her composure and whispered to Lusen beside her:

"Put her in a dungeon and send ten elites to guard her strictly, and the rest of the people will immediately organize a search of the castle and palace, and don't let go of any clues!"

"Yes!"

The gray-eyed boy nodded heavily, raised his hand and waved it vigorously to the sides, and the surrounding demon hunters immediately divided into two teams, the main force spread out around, and the remaining veterans who stood up drew their swords together with Lusn and swarmed up.

"Don't come here!"

Well?!

"Everyone, take five steps back, don't get close!" In the stunned gaze of the gray-eyed boy, the black-haired wizard who was enduring the pain shouted at them: "Keep a distance of five steps from her, and never get within three steps of her!"

Despite his doubts, Lusen did not hesitate to carry out the order, raising his hand to stop the approaching witchers, his gaze constantly bobbling between Loren and Charlotte behind him.

"Duke, what's going on?" the vigilant Charlotte also immediately ordered, stopping the knights of the guards who were rushing behind him outside the palace gate:

"This assassin, can she still ......?"

"She's much more dangerous and important than we can imagine!" Loren glared at her directly, his expression was extremely serious: "Don't let anyone get close, don't let all the guards and warriors gather in the same place, and on the premise of ensuring the combat strength of each team, scatter and search in the city." ”

"She has at least one or two more comrades and maybe even a traitor who has been bought!"

"Go and get Mentor Dalton and Master Ashamai over and let them deal with this!

"Understood, I'll do it. ”

Charlotte, who had a serious expression, bowed her head, without the slightest dissatisfaction with being robbed, and looked back at Charles beside her: "Notice, martial law in the whole city, all garrison troops have entered a state of alert, all important buildings have been arranged with sentinels, and suspicious noble mansions have been searched one by one!"

"As for the Counts who remain in the city, tell them not to panic, but to be vigilant, and no one is to leave the mansion without the Duke's order!"

The dignified court steward bowed, turned and hurried away.

"Ain, the Wizards' Guild might have to trouble you for a trip. Looking back at the little wizard, Charlotte, who had changed her words, immediately softened a little: "The task of informing Master Ashamai and the wizard advisor is entrusted to you, please be sure to understand the importance of the matter and come as soon as possible." ”

"I understand. ”

Ai Yin, who was still holding the war bow in his hand, nodded solemnly, and his worried eyes glanced at the seriously injured black-haired wizard from time to time: "Such a strong void reaction, they should have already noticed it." ”

Seeing that the people around him had begun to move, Loren finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In all fairness, the reason why he was able to win was the premise of calculating the other side - the dying recruit, the seriously wounded and dying Karl Colin provided himself with extremely important information and time to prepare calmly.

And the other party's understanding of himself seems to be still at the level of - he is a duke, he is a knight, and he is still a wizard.

had mental calculations and unintentionalities, and barely pulled back a game.

"Master Ashamai... Is it His Excellency Haliman Ashamai?"

The elf girl who knelt on one knee asked very indifferently.

"Miss Lori Zade, are you in the mood to ask these questions now?" Smile lightly, Loren did not answer her question, "Don't you know your situation?"

"You've been caught by me, your plot has been exposed, and if your comrades hadn't died by the sword of some soldier, they'd have been caught with you—believe me, we have a hundred, a thousand ways to dig up all your information without taking your lives. ”

"Hmm... It's like to a certain second seat in the court, Lord Middle. ”

The elf girl's body trembled slightly.

"Duke of Byrne, who is unbeatable in the Empire, we really underestimate you. ”

"Don't try to get words out of my mouth, Miss Lori Zade. The smiling black-haired wizard shook his head: "What you should be thinking about now is how to add fuel to the information you know and tell me, or avoid the important and trivial, or the truth and the falsehood... That's the best way to survive right now. ”

"Of course, even if you do this, I still have a way of digging up really useful information from the mouths of you and your comrades, but no way, I'm such a person who likes to think for others, and of course, if you don't like me like that......

Well, then I don't like it. ”

The elf girl was silent, and lowered her head in silence.

Loren's expression grew solemn.

Middell reminded him to be careful with his sword......

The question is, why do they kill themselves?

Knights, wizards, dukes... Of the three identities, the only one worthy of letting a samurai of this level do it is the last one.

In other words, their goal is to take out themselves and then cause unrest throughout the Duchy of Byrne.

But if so, then here's the question ... Is the goal of the Azorean elves really only themselves?

Ellemont, Lothair, Arles, Poy...... Will there all be their assassins lurking, acting if necessary, causing widespread destruction throughout the Empire?

The black-haired wizard pursed the corners of his mouth, and the palm of his sword was already covered with cold sweat.

And also......

Fracture Mountain Fortress, Ebolden Harbor and Wizard Tower, and... What about the Heavenly Dome Palace?

Loren's heartstrings tightened.

If you want to plunge the entire empire into chaos, raid the Heavenly Dome Palace, kill the emperor, and cause a feud between the two princes... Wouldn't that be the best way to do it?

And also......

Assassination, sabotage... These are only means, never end in itself, and the Azorean elves are so eager to create chaos that they must want to use the chaos to pave the way for their next plans, just as Middel instigated the elves of the Oldwood Forest to turn against Lothair.

If this is also true, then the day of the invasion of the Kingdom of the Azores will probably be ......

"Boom ————!!!!"

There was a loud bang in the distance, and the stunned Loren's palm slipped, and the big sword almost fell off!

In the dark night, the stunned crowd looked at the position where the smoke and dust had risen, and the expressions of disbelief were written on everyone's faces.

In that direction... It can't be Byrne Cathedral, right?!

......................................................

"You have five minutes left. ”

Byrne Cathedral was pitch black, Dalton Candle said coldly.

The scarred elven warrior collapsed in a pool of blood, wheezing and struggling, his right hand clutching the last half of the hilt, the rest of which was trampled under Dalton's feet.

On the other hand, Dalton Kander in front of him was unharmed from head to toe, and there was not even a trace of dust visible on the wizard's robe.

Why is this happening?

It is clearly stated in the intelligence that the wizards of the empire are a group of powerless scholars, and they can be easily killed as long as they are close;

It is clearly said that these people have no combat experience at all, and only have theoretical knowledge, and although the level is very high, there is nothing to be afraid of at all.

Don't be afraid......

Why... Why is this wizard completely different from what the intelligence says?

Not only found himself, but also kept up with his own pace... No, it's almost anticipating almost all of your own attacks and thoughts.

Speed, skill, strength... And his own samurai ways, all in his anticipation, playing himself between his applause!

Even just looking at those cold eyes without a trace of emotion made the elven warrior feel creepy, it was the fear that he was completely out of his control of life and death.

It's useless, it's useless even if you want to kill yourself... This wizard will definitely break his wrist a moment before he does it, crush his teeth in the next second of biting his tongue, and ......

"You're afraid. ”

Dalton spoke again, approaching step by step: "Good. ”

"You should be afraid. ”

The elf's body trembled, and even the trembling "courage" of the stiffness dissipated.

"A must-have in the face of danger... Fear. Standing in front of the elven warrior lying in a pool of blood, Dalton's eyes suddenly drooped, like a sharp sword:

"I'm dangerous to you. ”

"Your so-called 'samurai way' – hurting yourself and doubling the damage to your enemies – is ridiculous, and once the power of the Void with its strong targeting and twisted rules is exposed, it's easy to counter. ”

"Ignorance and arrogance have led you to tell me the answer directly, but you don't know anything about my hole cards, so I can take it in stride and ravage to my heart's content. Dalton shook his head:

"How foolish it is to mistakenly think that power is the existence of power, and there is no difference between you and monsters and beasts of lower intelligence. ”

"Not only that, but your arrogance and ignorance also reveal more important information, such as the Azorean long knife is also rare among the Azorean elves, such as the samurai who really have the ability of the samurai, only the 'Four Courts', for example, the samurai of the imperial court are good at assassination, lurking and spying on intelligence......"

"With your intellect, can you understand what I'm talking about? You are like an open book to me, and I can read whatever I want, as much as I want. ”

"Your Excellency Samurai, you alone have revealed most of the top information of the Azores Kingdom in less than a quarter of an hour, and as a reader, I respect you and look forward to your next performance to make this reading game easier. ”

"Because if your book becomes obscure... I, who are thirsty for knowledge, do not guarantee that the books will be intact. ”

The trembling elven warrior looked at the wand pointed at him, and his irrepressible expression was like a prey cornered in a corner, and he shrank and trembled.

As a samurai, you can't stand up and face the enemy, it's really... Shame on you!

The small talk is over, and the conversation continues. The cold and piercing voice interrupted his thinking:

"You claim to be the Adjutant of the Imperial Court, and you are the assistant to the Chief of the Imperial Court... I'll assume that the attacker of the castle is your 'Lord Zad'. ”

The elven warrior's eyes widened.

"You—You know?!hahaha... Haha, I'm afraid, Lord Zad is known as the No. 1 samurai in the imperial court in three hundred years, and no one can stop him by drawing his sword!

"I'm just a pawn sent out to distract you and make it easy for Lord Zad; Hahaha... Hahaha......"

"Haha... Hahaha... Ha ha... Ha ......"

Expressionless and indifferent to the point of stiffness, Dalton Kander made the elven warrior laugh more and more panicked.

Why, why is he not nervous at all, not scared at all?!

That's his lord, the man he serves!

Does he really not care about the life or death of his sovereign?!

"No, you're lying. Dalton interrupted his panicked laughter:

"You're trying to distract me. ”

The elven warrior's smile froze.

"I don't insult your thoughts, but it's obvious... Your Excellency Samurai, you don't have the wisdom to 'attract attention and flank feints', and the only thing you are good at is provocation and smirking. Dalton said unceremoniously:

"Therefore, this plan has nothing to do with you. ”

"So, that's why I said that I'm just a little person, a pawn of Lord Zad, a pawn controlled by her!"

"Understand, this is all her plan, I'm just the executor, just to kill your Duke of Byrne!"

Very good, another piece of information was revealed, this "Lord Zadeh" is a woman.

However, Dalton didn't bother to remind him that he had been impatient with this kind of "congenital disorder" existence in the past - it was only because of the information on the other party that he said a few more nonsense.

And Dalton hates crap.

"No, there should be a third person. ”

Dalton Candle snorted coldly: "With your intelligence, it may be possible to attract attention, but it is impossible to think of raiding Byrne Cathedral;"

"Two Assassins, one virtual and one real... There should be a third, am I right?"

Twitching his throat violently, the elven warrior was so frightened that he didn't even dare to say a word, lying on the ground convulsing non-stop, pursing his mouth and breathing only through his nose.

It just so happened that Dalton had also lost patience with this "crumb" of information that had been squeezed out.

He turned, pointing the wand in his right hand at the empty door behind him, his sharp gaze locked on the faint cold moonlight.

"So... Are you going to come out on your own, or are you going to let me pull you out, crawler?"