This is a victory that belongs to the player's fighting style. They are good at calculations, and the top combat-oriented players are especially good at this aspect-

Analyze the battle situation, use everything you can to defeat the enemy completely and completely at the lowest cost and in the most direct way.

It was ten o'clock at night, and when the bells of the Calthus Cathedral rang in the cold winter night, this low building in the southern city was already dimly lit.

Most of the people living in this neighborhood are some ordinary people, who go out early and return late, often just after sunrise in the morning, they have already gotten up to wash up and prepare for the day's work, and when they return at night, because of the tiredness of the body, they choose to fall asleep early.

Aside from a few occasional passing wildcats, the battles in the alleys don't have much of an audience. The walls that Gross smashed were also only a barrier separating the neighborhoods, not the walls of the buildings.

After some commotion, an orange light came on in a nearby low building.

The slight tremor seemed to alarm a short, stocky middle-aged man with an extremely ordinary face and sparse brown hair—

During the day, he is a builder in the city of Kartassa.

But now it's winter, and in the last few days, he hasn't received much work, and most of the time, he is in a state of idleness.

In the afternoon, Meimei took a nap, and he lay on the quilt tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep for a while.

There was a muffled noise outside, and he muttered, thinking it was a horse-drawn carriage that had suddenly toppled over as it passed by—it was not uncommon for the streets of the city to freeze in some places since the beginning of winter.

Second and third tones......

There was a continuous muffled sound, and he finally noticed a trace of abnormality, pushed away the quilt on his body, and his fat wife next to him couldn't help but complain vaguely, he put on a coat and stood in front of the windowsill.

Faintly, I saw several figures.

……

Gross glanced at his experience bar, and suddenly realized something very important: if he slaughtered the three guys in front of him, the experience points he gained would make him enter the battle level of lv21.

Since he had just killed one, he didn't mind having a few more - he was still worried about the trouble of killing Karthus, but now, he had let it go.

He loved the feeling of the battle, and could even say enjoyable.

Blood dried and congealed on his left cheek, and he stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, a faint smell of rust - the smell of blood reminded him of the past.

The long sword was in his hand, and he held it very steadily, and the five fingers of his right hand did not even tremble at all.

However, such a look in the eyes of the three bounty hunters made them feel creepy - these bounty hunters had realized an important problem: the young man in front of them was probably not a sane person.

In a way, like the few people in their "Pablo Bloodsting", there are some perverted fetishes.

Gross doesn't know if "liking to cut people" is a perverted fetish.

The night wind picks up the fallen leaves of the red maple.

On the other side of Karthas, the battle was in full swing - the Sauron Guard, led by Garfield, was defeated after a fierce battle.

Although the number of opponents is small, the strength is absolutely overwhelming.

After being stabbed in the thigh by a thrust from the Assassins, Sauron could only watch the group of Assassins fly away with his men, who suffered heavy casualties.

The hustle and bustle in the city continues.

Garfield and the "old mercenary" Congreve reunited, except for the group of four led by Tang Di, there are nine people they have gathered at the moment.

The number is the strength of the senior level or above, and Garfield and Congreeve have the strength of the pinnacle of employment.

Andrew, a knight who did not awaken to the first order, was present, and Congreve, the mastermind of this assassination operation, finally made up his mind with a bold idea.

Frontal assault.

Several dark shadows came to Princess Samantha, and Fred, the chief of the guard, Cohen, and the guards around him all drew their long swords—

Thrust, strangle!

The Assassin was like a predatory eagle, and a cavalry guard was clad in armor, but when Congreve's cold iron swords wrapped around his neck, he didn't have time to put up any resistance—

It's too fast.

The shadow flickered, and the headless neck instantly stirred up a puddle of blood. Blood was sprinkled all over the sky, and the other cavalrymen around him were stunned, this companion of theirs had the strength of the middle rank, but in the face of the assassin in front of him, he was not a united enemy!

Fred's shot.

As Congreve continued to advance, a silver, star-sparkling knight's saber rested in front of him—

In terms of strength, Fred Wolff, who was on the verge of awakening, was no less than the Assassin in front of him, and as soon as the knight's sword and Congreve's cold iron twin swords were entangled, the two sides realized that this would be a fierce battle between chess opponents.

However, at this time, Fred did not have the intention of fighting, and he saw that the other assassins were waving their weapons and rushing towards Princess Samantha next to the old man dressed as mercenaries.

An assassination attempt against Her Royal Highness the princess appeared in front of them without any scruples at this moment.

He felt as if his heart was about to be pinched, because he knew that since the other party appeared in such a grand manner, I am afraid that this would be an extremely cruel fight to the death.

Andrew?

He remembered Baron Andrew Collins, who had traveled with him all the way before. He went after another group of Assassins, but had not yet arrived—Fred did not associate the incident with a conspiracy in his mind, all he hoped was for the baron to return as soon as possible.

A shrill whistle has sounded.

Cohen, the princess's chief of guard, along the tooth pass, and the cavalry guards around him blocked the mustachioed vendor in front of him—

The other party's vendor's outfit looked like it was just a disguise, including the rosy face and the smiling expression, but right now, this man's hand was unusually sharp, and a dagger was like a poisonous snake, swallowing and flickering.

Cold sweat poured down Cohen's forehead, and his back was already soaked with sweat, and in this cold season in Karthus, there was a cold feeling from the cotton underwear inside the armor.

The layers of shields are like papier-mâché.

In the face of the powerful bounty hunters of the "Pablo Blood Thorn", the generally inaugurated mid- and low-level escort cavalry could not stop a few times, and these assassins were like hot knives cutting into butter, quickly tearing several gaps in the seemingly tight defensive formation.

Critical situation!

And at this time, all that can be counted on is Baron Andrew Collins, who comes back to help. All the people formed a common will at this moment, and they contracted their positions and began to defend resolutely.

Blood and broken limbs flew in front of him, and the screams were endless.

The clear turquoise eyes watched this scene, but the eyes in them did not have the fear, fear, and panic that these assassins expected.

The Elantra Lion, the daughter of the royal family Edwin, has never been a weakling.

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