The dagger plunged into Ourouba's back as he wished, but the Assassin was not at all happy to succeed, because he had conceived that the knife should have pierced the heart of the sword fighter, but at the last moment, Oruba's body turned sideways, and the blade sank into the muscles under his ribs. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This was undoubtedly a failed assassination, and instead of inflicting heavy damage on Ouruba, he put himself in the shadow of a sword fighter!

Fortunately, he was not alone, and the two knives once again formed a staggered sword light swept up, and at the same time, dozens of black shadows rushed out of the yellow sand and landed around Oruba, the fangs and darts in his hands shot out, and the cold light of the metal was like a rain curtain splashed out in the dark night. They are all the best of the Scorpio assassins, no longer poisonous scorpions lurking under the yellow sand, but blades lurking in the shadows!

For a moment, in front of Ouruba was the twin wolves that pounced, behind him was the poisonous snake that opened its bloody mouth again, and there were attacking locusts around him. He is like a lonely boat at the tip of a huge wave, which may be swallowed up by the abyss at any time. At this moment, all the assassins had a kind of relief and joy in their hearts, yes, even if you are a super-first-class martial artist, under such an attack with no flaws and no dead ends, it is time to fall.

At this point, Oruba took a step forward, the saber stabbing into his right chest, the dagger stabbing him in the back again, and the dense fangs and darts pierced into his body. Oruba felt the pain that was so painful, and he knew that blood was pouring out of his body like a leaking water bag. But he knew he was not wrong with this step, because he was still alive! He was badly wounded, but he was still alive!

You can still show your fangs!

Another knife had already swung towards Oruba's neck, but he didn't dodge it, lifting the giant sword in his hand and stabbing it straight into the opponent's lower abdomen. There was a hint of astonishment with severe pain under the other party's covered helmet, he thought that Ouruba would dodge, dodge, and do everything possible to prevent the blade from cutting off his head, but he never expected that Ouruba would choose to exchange his life for his life! His sword could indeed cut off Oruba's head, but his own upper body would also be cut in half by the rising blade!

This madman!

He didn't want to exchange his life with Oruba, and his killing sword was deflected, and instead he wanted to cut off Oruba's sword-holding hand, but he pounced. The moment the saber changed direction, Oruba let go of the hilt of his sword, stepped back, and slammed his fist into the assassin's chest! A terrible streak of blood erupted from the assassin's mouth, and the sound of his sternum shattering resounded through his emaciated body. He had made the foolish mistake of the viper that had flown away at once, never exposing himself to the shadow of a lion, even if the fangs had bitten into the lion's body!

"Are you scared, Daman?" Blood gushed deep in Oruba's throat, but he still sneered, his eyes full of contempt, "Or have you forgotten what the battlefield is after becoming a super-first-class martial artist?" He bent down and slammed into the knifeman's arms like a bull. He was extremely jealous of the sword light three feet in front of the other party, but now he stepped in without hesitation. Two sabers pierced his back one after the other, and Oruba's hands probed into the wound in the other's lower abdomen!

"Come on! Dammam! Let me tell you the only principle of the battlefield, and that is - you live or die! Oruba roared, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, splashing on the pores of his helmet. For a while, the knife man's eyes could only see a piercing red, and then the lower abdomen was light, as if something "purred" and slipped out, and then there was a sharp pain in the muscles being pulled!

Ouro Kat ripped out his intestines raw!

A muffled cry of pain came from the mouth of the swordsman, and his posture completely collapsed in the face of the pain of the overturning river and sea, and Oruba slammed him all the way out of Gasin, and threw him hard against the Kyokan at the entrance of the village, and the two rolled together on the pale head. Oruba tried to break the opponent's intestines, but failed after several attempts. His cold arms were no longer obedient, as if the blood there had run out, and translucent green tendons were faintly visible under his pale skin.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still waiting for me, so I will spare your life. You and Hassan are welcome to intercept and kill me on my way home, and of course, be prepared to exchange my life with me. Oruba said grimly in the knife man's ear, and then he dragged his tattered body, like a trapped beast breaking free from a snare, and staggered but determined to the north, leaving two clear lines of blood-colored footprints on the yellow sand.

The swordsman lay on the cold yellow sand, covering his lower abdomen, and with a warm touch between his fingers, he could feel his life passing quickly, and at the same time his unstoppable self-confidence.

Yes, he was defeated, and in an extremely tragic way. At one point, he had suppressed the Empire's strongest sword fighter with his superb sword skills, but he was not the enemy of a badly wounded mad dog. As soon as Oruba took that step forward, he had already made a crazy gamble against him, and the bet was the life of the two of them!

Someone picked up the knife man and shoved his intestines back into his stomach. The assassin who had been seriously injured by Uruba's punch was helped to his side at this time, he kept coughing up blood in his mouth, but he chattered: "I have long advised the caliph that you can kill anyone, even if you don't fight the mad dog of Uruba, he is the only one in Pande, a super-first-class warrior from death row." Death row prisoner, do you know what the concept of death row prisoner is, that is, a person who fights with others or beasts and swords in the gladiatorial arena every day, which of us can compare to him in terms of playing with his life? He didn't listen, and muttered crazy things about weighing the head of a sword fighter. Now, not only did we not kill Oruba, but you and I were seriously wounded, and when Fieldsway pulled out of the war against Livingston and sent Hercules, we will lie in bed and watch him conquer the city. ”

"Shut up, Hassan." The swordsman said weakly.

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A misty drizzle drifted over the central plains, and Fort Severcro was bathed in a continuous line of rain, like the silent watchful back of a giant.

Ulrique V sat at the piano, but did not play, his fingers calmly sweeping over the black and white keys, occasionally pressing a few jumping notes. Gordon stood silently behind Ulrique V. The war with the Empire was largely over, and the sergeants stationed there had been evacuated, but Ulrique V remained at Severcro Castle. The invitation handwritten by the Duke of Ulfwan was placed in front of Ulrique V, and the sealed white wax was still intact.

"Tonight is the day of the banquet in the royal city." Ulrik V seemed to be talking to himself, and his tone was inaudible, "Ned is still sitting in the position of deputy director of the Inquisition, and has even begun to take charge of the operation of the Merchants' Guild. I've also heard that he did a pretty good job of preparing for the banquet. ”

"His Excellency Dante has lost the best time to make a move. After tonight, I am afraid that it will be difficult to stop heresy from reaching into all aspects of Sarion. Gordon whispered.

"No, tonight is the best time to do it!" Ulrique V said categorically, "Only when Ned dies in plain sight will the nobles standing behind him not jump out and make waves." ”

"But who?" "This man must not have any background in our country's power, he must infiltrate a well-guarded banquet, assassinate Ned, and then escape from the encirclement of the powerful or endure the torture of the enraged Marquis of Eldred." Even with Dante's answer, the chances of success are slim to none. ”

"I don't know, I can only choose to trust my agent." Ulrik V shook his head slowly, "After tonight, everything will be clear. ”