The time of vertigo seemed to be long and short, and the memories in front of the short black haired girl's eyes were distributed in fragments.

Memories are scattered like broken glass, there is the hustle and bustle when I pushed the boss with the game guild, and there is also the sadness when a thin figure wields a dagger at a wooden stake alone after the sunset.

At the end of many of the fragments, there is a middle-aged man patiently wrapping his wounds. In front of people, he is masked in a red scarf, has a slightly messy long hair, and is the big devil who is said to stop children's night crying, but behind people, he is just a poor man who depends on his daughter as a companion.

"Quick! Hide in there, I'll take care of the rats! The middle-aged man asked the girl to hide in the closet, and hurriedly took up arms to meet the swarming foreign enemy.

His skills are extremely athletic, even if he is caught off guard, he is still so comfortable in the face of the siege of more than a dozen people.

Dancing on the tip of a knife, like playing a musical note, plays an elegy called death in the midst of blood and wailing.

The dagger is the string, the long knife is the key, and all the furnishings in the room are his pedals.

Anything can be used and turned into a murderous weapon.

It is an ordinary person to take one step and count one step, and it is a genius to take one step and count three steps, and a middle-aged man can take one step and count ten steps, only when the enemy's throat meets the dagger that has been waiting for a long time, will he realize that the other party has already begun to arrange this killing game, and every clumsy resistance of his own will only make him closer and more dangerous to death.

After all, there were only a few who could escape the killing, and several assassins did not understand at the moment of death, how could they be so stupid, how could they be so coincidentally stabbed to death by the opponent's dagger unusually comfortable.

The enemy outside is constantly pouring in, the area is not large, and it can even be said that the living room is a little rudimentary, and the interior is covered with corpses.

The enemy seems to realize that skill cannot prevail, and they begin to use their numerical superiority to force their kills.

"Stormwind rats, just because you want to kill me?" The middle-aged man's roar was accompanied by a fierce killing move, circling the enemy like a whirlwind.

Blood flowed on the ground, and the young girl hid in the closet to watch the killing, and her young heart was so shocked that she couldn't understand why these strangers had broken into her home to kill her father.

She felt even more dizzy, and some strange memories seemed to pop up in her head, and she shook her head a little bigger, and she didn't even notice that the blood was slowly flowing from under the crack in the closet, and a small puddle had accumulated in the low-lying place at her feet, and she happened to step on it.

Suddenly unbalanced, she staggered out of the closet, exposing the girl directly to the Assassins.

One of the assassins didn't look at it, but threw the dagger in his hand, several meters apart, and the sharp dagger arced past the girl's neck.

"I'm going to kill you!!" The middle-aged man's eyes seemed to crack open as if they were about to crack open in the art of assassination, he knew the power of this blow very well, and he understood the result of this blow even more.

Seeing his daughter clutching her neck and lying helplessly in a pool of blood, the middle-aged man could no longer keep his composure, he gave up his skills to the peak in that second, like a berserker, daggers and long knives danced wildly, and the three strongest assassins who besieged him were cut into corpses in an instant.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him! All on, all on! ”

The enemy no longer plays any tricks, but only knows to stab him with a sword.

Elegance no longer exists, his footsteps no longer move, the middle-aged man exchanged injuries for injuries, and with the anger in his heart, he killed all the enemies, and at the same time he fell to the girl's side in a gossamer.

At this time, he unexpectedly found that the girl's injuries had healed, and he didn't know what the mystery was, his consciousness was gradually blurring, and he only had time to shout in front of his daughter and many supporters: "Tell those lackeys of Stormwind!" My actions are just! ”

The original owner was killed on the spot, her future and her past were replaced, and the time-traveler took possession and healed the new body.

Even after three days, the middle-aged man's roar was still in Vanessa. Van Cleef's ears kept lingering.

Edwin. Van Cleef, this middle-aged man who was nicknamed Da Fan in his previous life, actually died in front of him, it's ironic to think about it.

In a despicable assassination, Stormwind's elite assassins poured out of their nests, using the guidance of traitors and some luck to complete an ugly mission of bullying more and less.

The uncomplicated misunderstanding between the two sides was ignored by the nobles, and the conspiracy could be exposed through dialogue, but the nobles used the most intense, and perhaps the simplest way in their hearts, to deal with the problem, and the misunderstanding turned into misunderstanding, and the misunderstanding turned into hostility, and now hostility turned into a blood feud.

Twenty-five Assassins were killed on the spot, while the father of the predecessor, Edwin Edwin, the leader of the Brotherhood of Defia. Van Cleef was also stabbed several times and collapsed in a pool of blood full of grief and anger.

As the most powerful assassin cultivated by MI7 in Stormwind, Dafan's skills are enough to crush a group of attackers, defect from Stormwind, and raise the anti-flag, similar assassinations occur from time to time, originally these assassins are not the first batch, nor should they be the last, but Vanessa's accident changed everything.

Himself and Edwin. Van Cleef has nothing to do with it, in her previous life, she also posted a lot of revelations on the Internet. Van Cleef's ugly face post.

He is pitiful, but also hateful, not a good person in the traditional sense, a good person, and the people who want him to die can line up from the western wilderness all the way to Stormwind, and among these people are not only nobles, most of them are commoners. They don't understand Edwin. Van Cleef had a grudge against the nobles, and all they knew was that this gang had ruined their lives, uprooted themselves, and separated their wives.

If Edwin. Van Cleef has grievances and wants to take revenge on Stormwind, so who should these civilians go to tell their grievances?

This guy is not a good person, and even his anger, resentment, and rage at the end of the assassins is for the girl, not her.

But this body still can't mind this blood feud, let her shake hands with the assassins, make peace with those nobles, when nothing happened? I'm sorry, I can't do it, this is the only obsession in my body, I have to at least avenge him, let those nobles with fat brains hear their voices, and for Edwin. Van Cleef, a respectable, pathetic and hateful middle-aged man, came to an end.

Putting on her badly damaged leather armor with a slight stain of blood, and picking up a one-handed sword called the Cruel Barb, she tied her cloak in front of the mirror and brushed her short black hair.

Qingli's face was still immature, and the afterglow of this assassination seemed to be visible between her eyebrows, and she erected the stand collar of her leather armor to block the broken but healed neck, and pushed open the door with one hand.

Edwin. Van Cleef's daughter may no longer be there, but Vanessa. Van Cleef is still there.