Screams echoed in the night sky, only this time it wasn't the freelancers, but the assassin who had been pounced on by Bourne.

Because the freelancers who had killed several of their companions were furious and had no intention of leaving them alive, the screams became weaker and weaker after the slashing, and soon fell silent.

The Night Cultist, who had arrogantly plundered the lives of the freelancers just now, was now turned into a pool of bloody corpses on the ground.

Charles, who was hiding in the shadows and watching, witnessed the whole process, and watched a group of temperless freelancers who were bullied turn against the trend, and also secretly warned himself in his heart to be cautious in the future, not to think that if he has good skills, he will play tricks and ride a thousand, and accidentally flash his waist A group of ants can bite the elephant to death.

Although the rank of the two Night Believers just now Charles couldn't see clearly, their strength was definitely higher than that of Bourne, and after the freelancers leaned against the wall, they should actually take it as soon as they saw it, and waited for the right opportunity to attack again.

But they may have been carried away by the initial results, but they had to rely on their strength to fight a group of fighters with high defense and stamina, and as a result, they lost their lives with one mistake.

"And one Assassin, go back to the wall, be careful, move closer to me!"

Shabbir Guteauf grabbed a few rolls of Fran banknotes scattered on the ground, and shouted at the remaining seven or eight freelancers to be careful, asking them to gather towards him.

Seven or eight people quickly gathered together, except that it was the wounded Byrne in the middle, not Shabbir Guteof, who was huddled outside.

Shabir Guteoff looked at the faint appearance of Bourne as the leader, gritted his teeth and did not make a sound, and asked about Bourne's injuries with a smile, but after looking back, the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

Bourne took out a bottle of healing recovery potion and drank it, the perfect-level recovery effect quickly stabilized his injury, the wound no longer bleed, his physical strength recovered quickly, and the spiritual power lost due to the outbreak was also replenished.

"This potion ......."

Byrne looked at the empty bottle in his hand, and was a little suspicious that he was not drinking a healing and recovery potion, but the top holy water of the Xiguang Church in the legend of Xi.

Byrne has been serving in the Free Council for many years, has fought hundreds of battles large and small, suffered countless injuries, and drank many healing potions, but has never felt this effect, which is simply ....... It's a kind of rejuvenation and rejuvenation.

"Byrne, are you alright?"

Gerson stood behind Byrne and whispered in his ear.

"I'm fine, what's wrong?"

"Get ahead, we need you!"

Gerson nudged Bourne, putting him in the most prominent part of the line.

When it was dangerous just now, Gerson reminded Bourne that he should retreat, but Bourne did not retreat, and the danger did not pass at this time, and Gesen pushed Bourne to the front again, and Bourne obeyed as a matter of course.

But as Bourne regained his footing on the defensive ground, the seven or eight surviving freelancers all looked at him with admiration, and the overall morale grew.

"Gerson's a talent, but ....... I still prefer Bourne!"

Hidden in the dark, Charles relied on his super night vision to see Gerson's small means, and also verified his judgment of Gerson's guy, Gerson is indeed smarter and more means than Bourne, but any leader will choose a person like Bourne to focus on training, and Gesen will only be used as an auxiliary person.

The small square was filled with the smell of blood, and a few freelancers who were not yet dead groaned softly, while the other warriors who were alive were watching warily to find the remaining Assassin.

However, they must be in vain, because not to mention them, Charr with spiritual vision can't find each other.

When the two assassins were waiting for an opportunity to hunt the freedom fighters just now, Charles could also find each other's location based on the traces of spiritual power disturbance, but now the remaining assassin completely restrained his traces and deliberately hid it, and after the spiritual environment on the small square gradually calmed down, Charles could only roughly judge the area where he was located, and the specific location could not be seen.

"Within the control of my spiritual power, no one can hide!"

Charles said lightly in his heart, and the gray spiritual power vortex of the third talent in his body began to rotate slowly, and the gray spiritual power molecules within a radius of more than 100 meters were connected with Charles, and under Charles's control, they slowly blew like a breeze.

Charles moved slowly, the gray spiritual molecules were like Charles's eyes and tentacles, and all the items within a radius of 100 meters were clearly displayed in Charles's mind under their blowing and disturbance.

"Huh, you're here!"

Charles was an Assassin himself, so he naturally knew which dark corners were best for hiding, and he only searched three places to find the location of that assassin.

Under close observation, Charles found that the other party's figure was not invisible, but the black spiritual power hidden in the dark night was too suitable, and Charles's spiritual vision could not be distinguished from a little farther away.

"Show me!"

The gray spiritual power around Charles began to tremble at a unique frequency, disturbing the area where the Night Cultist was hiding, and it had a strange resonance with the spiritual power in his body, a ripple like a ripple of water rippled in the night, and the originally illusory corner suddenly became clear.

The area of this small square was not very large, and seven or eight freelancers had been watching the surroundings vigilantly, and the changes in this corner immediately fell on their eyes.

"Give me torches!"

Byrne reached out and grabbed a torch, rounded his arm and threw it with a "whoosh", smashing right into the center of the ripples.

A thin figure appeared in the firelight, his reaction was a little sluggish, and there was a sudden frozen look of surprise on his face.

"How can they find my place? not even a mid-tier warrior can ......."

The skinny Night Cultist didn't understand why he had exposed his form until now, and since he had mastered the stealth technique, he had never suffered a loss in front of a group of fighters, let alone been spied into by a group of warriors.

The skinny Assassin was stunned for only two breaths before he dodged away, and the stealth technique was activated again, and he escaped into the night.

Byrne and the others lost their purpose, anxiously searching for people in the small square, praying, praying that light would come here and punish the believers of this dark night.

After a while, the prayer was in effect, and the rippling sight of the water appeared in another shadow.

"There it is!"

This time, without Byrne's command, two torches flew one after another, almost hitting the skinny assassin who had just caught his breath.

"Bastard!"

The skinny Assassin had planned to hide in the surroundings, waiting for the freelancers to leave, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack, dragging a few burial ghosts for his dead companions, but he did not expect to be spied on one after another, and he still couldn't think of any flaws that he had exposed.

"You despicable bastards will eventually pay for your stupidity today!"

The skinny assassin made a vicious threat, turned and ran into the darkness of the night, quickly disappearing from everyone's sight.

But what he didn't know was that a big cat with a long tail was hanging behind him all the time following the smell of urine on his boots.