The assassin's figure seemed to tremble slightly, and he was trying to dodge the sword—

The strange body technique inherited from "Barros Blood Thorn" made his body look completely weightless, like a light feather, floating in the air.

He didn't jump.

The soles of the feet are less than an inch away from the ground—

Blind jumping is a very risky thing to do in this kind of hand-to-hand combat, which is the basic common sense of a combatant.

Silver sword light under the moonlight.

Sauron stepped forward, sideways, swung his sword, and slashed from the bottom up, his swordsmanship simple and neat, without the slightest superfluous, muddy and watery movement.

The blue-gray leather armor was sliced open, and a long wound suddenly appeared on the assassin's arm, and blood flowed from his mouth with a muffled snort—

After the sword, Sauron's footsteps sped up, and his sword was raised.

Charge!

Angry!

Military swordsmanship, or the most lethal of most longsword swordsmanship. The blade of the sword slashed down on the head, majestic and unstoppable—

The best way to deal with this trick is to dodge with the skill of stride.

However, the "gray uniforms" surrounding the Assassin were holding their spears in unison, and the sharp spearheads made of steel shone with cold light, piercing and attacking.

There's no room to dodge.

Block.

As a last resort, the Assassin gripped the dagger in his hand and held Sauron's sword.

Bang –

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the crisp sound echoed in the gloomy alleys.

With this sudden blow, the wound on the assassin's arm burst open again, and blood flowed out. And his uninjured right arm couldn't help but sink a little, and even his entire body was pressed down by this sword-

The impact rattled his spine, and the Assassin could barely control his movements, and he was on the verge of falling to the ground.

In the surrounding crowd, several "gray uniforms" have already pulled out their chains-

These chains are made up of tiny steel rings strung together and are often used to catch dangerous criminals. At this point, the assassins in front of them could no longer escape, and killing them on the spot was not their first purpose.

Arrested, interrogated.

Princess Samantha, who openly assassinated the royal family in the city of Caltha, although this crime is enough to make him innocent, but it is more important to pry the message out of his mouth -

These Assassins did not act for no reason, perhaps at the behest or commission of one party.

And the confession and evidence obtained in the interrogation are the best tools used by the nobles to play games among themselves.

Sauron knew these things, and his sword was as good as the Assassin's shoulder—

The wind is blowing!

In the alley of fierce fighting, the light of a few sporadic torches shone on people's faces, and suddenly, as if a violent wind was passing through, the flames burning on the torches were instantly extinguished and crumbling.

It seemed like something small glowing green was coming at us.

Dart.

Sauron quickly saw what was coming, and he turned sideways, and a high-speed spinning dart nearly pinned his arm—

These darts have an eerie hue that makes one wonder if they are impregnated with some deadly poison.

There is more than one dart.

The other darts were fired at the Assassin's side, and some people snorted in pain - one of the darts missed, hitting the stone slab on the ground, and the sound of "ding" was so loud that the stone dust exploded.

Assassin's help!

Sauron felt his heart sink suddenly. It was only at this point that he finally saw the dart clearly, a standard six-pointed star, with a palm-sized dart in the center, and a round hole the size of a finger.

When he raised his head, the three figures in front of him were like ghosts.

These assassins, intent on rescuing their companions—

Garfield, the "mustache vendor" at the head, has the strength of the pinnacle of his job, and what he is good at is the secret weapon skills such as darts.

After a dart in his hand forced these "gray uniforms" out of the way, he jumped off the corner of the house, his body accelerated sharply, and rushed straight at him.

Except for the young officer, who has the strength of the senior rank, the other "gray uniforms" are just some middle and low ranks of the inauguration level.

Knowing his opponent's bottom carefully, Garfield's surprise attack has no scruples.

……

Karthhas is as quiet as water under the moonlight.

But the sudden fighting and screaming broke this kind of silence.

The sound of weapons hitting "ping-pong", people shouting and neighing, screaming and cursing - when nearby residents poked their heads out of the windows in curiosity, they found Andrew running and jumping on the roof.

Baron Andrew Collins.

The tall tower-like figure seemed to be extremely flexible at this time, and the wind under his feet seemed to bring out a faint afterimage, and his chest rose and fell slightly, chasing the four black shadows not far ahead.

The knights of the first order of awakening, these bounty hunters who encountered the "Pablo Blood Thorn", did not have any advantage in the aspect of flying cornices and walls.

The distance between the two sides approached from time to time, but every time he jumped over a piece of roof, Andrew pulled a few more distances away from these guys-

Aware of this situation, Andrew was anxious, but at this time, he had no better way.

He has his own pride.

As the strongest of the young generation of the Karthhas aristocracy, he rarely experienced defeat, but tonight, these cunning assassins gradually made him feel a little frustrated, and this emotion continued to grow in his heart, and soon, he almost went crazy.

Charge.

Just rushed a short distance, but under his feet was a three-meter-wide roadway. The most annoying thing is that the head of the wall on the opposite side is a few points higher than the roof on this side, and if you charge directly, you are 100% sure that it will fall.

Stop.

With the strength of his ankles and knees, he stepped on the roof and rose into the air, and finally landed on the top of the wall. But at this moment, the Assassins in front of them distanced themselves again.

Things like this keep repeating themselves tonight.

Hearing the movement behind him, the "wandering artist" Tang Di had almost laughed, and he felt that the previous mood of grievance because of the accident quickly recovered a lot-

He learned from the mouth of the "old mercenary" Mr. Congreve that the man behind him was Baron Andrew Collins, a knight of the first order of awakening.

But so what, it's not that they have nothing to do in the face of them, and they are being played around.

He stopped, turned around, and suddenly made a mocking grimace at Andrew.

Andrew was almost angry.

……

The evening breeze grew colder, and after a few words of appeasement to the frightened lady, Gross took the girl Eve, and quickly left the scene of the murder in the alley—

Eve was so apprehensive about this that she stole a glance at the bandit leader, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

The little body seems to be very cold.

Gross patted her on the back, but the girl's body pressed closer to him.

"Eve, I'm going home soon, it's okay."

"But, Mr. Gross, I've always felt a little scared."

"Something seems to have happened in the city tonight, but it has nothing to do with us."

Obviously, Gross had also heard the commotion and movement in the city—