At night, the stars shine brightly, and the city of Akeam is peaceful.

The bitter cold wind passed by the stone forest, making a whining cry.

A swarm of centipedes crawled out of the ground and scattered in all directions.

A poisonous snake hovers in the corner, spitting red letters.

A lizard crawls on the wall, its eyes spinning.

A sneaky figure threw a scorpion to the ground, then carried his pincers and scarlet poison needle through the dusty street and into the door.

In the alleyway, a white-robed swordsman leaned against the wall, lifted a face towel to cover his cheeks, looked at the opposite room with a pair of eagle eyes, and slowly pulled out his scimitar, the cold light was shining.

On the roof, gray-robed archers inspect and secure the arrows in front of them, then draw their bows and wind them up without hurry, as if devout believers are praying.

In the small courtyard in the distance, a person played a piccolo, and more than a dozen poisonous snakes danced when they heard the sound, spreading towards the target.

In one room, the lights were out, the doors and windows were closed, and more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers were ready to go.

A dog barked, and then, a courtyard in the center of the city housed the great garrison of the Achilles caravan, including the surroundings, instantly became lively.

A dozen fighters slammed open the door and rushed frantically towards the front door of the station.

One of the two night watchmen stretched out his hand to ring the bell in front of the door, but he was halfway there, and suddenly he froze, and an arrow was added to his neck.

Blood sprayed, and the victim stiffened and fell to the ground.

The other man was shocked, raised a wide log shield to cover his body, and looked around through the wood, and then he saw an arrow flying towards him, and before he could react, he was shot through the head by another arrow, and fell to the ground on his back.

Syllable!

The door was smashed open by a strong warrior, the door frame cracked, the latch behind the door broke, and a dozen warriors swarmed in.

With a soft thud, blood bloomed on a warrior's chest.

He looked up angrily and saw a sentry hiding around the corner at the end of the hallway, holding a crossbow aimed at him.

"Whew!"

The sturdy warrior roared, raised his shield and rushed in that direction.

"Dangdang" made two crisp sounds, the shield was dented, and the crossbow arrow broke and bounced off.

The warrior rushed to the front, spears stabbing sharply.

The dark whistle let out a strange laugh, and a roll dodged the spear and pulled away, but before he could stand up, the white-robed swordsman fell from the sky, and the bright scimitar split his head in half.

The shouts rang out, and the group of warriors on the other side were indeed in serious trouble.

They rushed into the courtyard, and then met the caravan members, who were also armed with shields and spears.

Shields and shields struck, spears and spears staggered, a muffled snort sounded, blood flowers bloomed, and people fell to the ground.

At that moment, several windows overhead opened, and javelins shot out of them.

In the face of javelin shooting, chain mail is not very useful.

Suddenly, the iron ring cracked, three soldiers were shot through, two were killed on the spot, and one hugged his shoulder and wailed.

A cold snort sounded, the white-robed swordsman with a face as cold as ice, the corners of his clothes hunting, and he actually stepped on the heads of the soldiers and team members and jumped into the window, such an act naturally caused a burst of scolding.

With a clang, as soon as the following scolding came out, the white-robed swordsman flew out at a faster speed, slashed an arc in mid-air, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Ahem......" The white-robed swordsman had dead eyes, and there was a hideous wound on his chest: "What a fast knife ......"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lost his breath.

Poof! Poof!

The javelin overhead kept going on, and there were two more shots, one warrior was shot through the throat, and the other was blocked with a shield, only to be pierced in the chest by a spear.

The fighters could not hold it anymore and were ready to fight and retreat.

But the door behind collided and closed tightly, and two strong men carried the horse-rejecting stakes across the door.

"It's not good, there is an ambush, retreat!"

The leader of the warriors shouted, brandished his shield and struck two arrows flying from the shadows, and then fell to his knees with an arrow in his knee.

Immediately after, Aglius flew out of the window, his shiny scimitar sleek at his waist, slicing through the neck of the leader of the warriors, diagonally downward, until he severed half of his body.

He pulled out the scimitar vigorously, and with a loud shout, the blade of the knife spun and clanged, and the three spears were cut off, and the spearheads flew wildly.

The members of the caravan swarmed up and killed the surrounding warriors, and in an instant there were only six of them left, and they looked around, and then consciously threw down their weapons and fell to their knees.

"Ahh

A scream came.

A strong man at the door staggered towards him with his arms clutched, and Agreus met him, and with a movement of his eyes, the scimitar broke through the air.

A white light flashed, and the strong man stiffened, only to feel a stinging pain in his neck by the cold knife wind, and then he saw half of the scorpion slipping from his collar from the corner of his eye.

Then the strong man fell to the ground weakly.

As soon as Achilles inspected, he saw several holes.

It's a poisonous snake!

"Beware of poisonous snakes!" Agreus shouted, pouring a bottle of potion into the strong man's mouth.

The vipers either fell from the roof or swam out the door, but at the moment, they were clearly too late.

Under the swords, guns, swords and axes of a group of big men, the poisonous snake was brutally killed.

On the roof, the gray-robed archer had already noticed that something was wrong, and he packed up his bow and arrows and prepared to retreat.

Suddenly, he shook and threw himself to the side.

Snatch!

There were two crisp sounds on the ground, and two throwing knives stuck in the place where he had been.

The gray-robed archer snorted, and there was an extra throwing knife on his shoulder.

He fell from the roof with his shoulders clutched, adjusted his body in mid-air, and as soon as he landed, he turned into a forward gallop forward, turned into the alley, constantly changing his bearings, wandering around like a fly, trying to get rid of his pursuers.

Above him, people kept jumping back and forth among the eaves, and throwing knives shot down from mid-air, and the gray-robed shooter just fled with his head down, without the slightest intention of resisting.

At such a distance, in this environment, it is self-evident who has the advantage of a bow and arrow or a throwing knife.

After being stabbed three times, the man on the roof did not reappear.

The gray-robed archer staggered into a small courtyard, stomped on a piccolo, and then froze.

In the small courtyard, a bewitching woman was lying on the ground, with an arrow stuck in her neck, arm, chest, and right eye, obviously dead and unable to die again.

A chill rose from my heart, and at the same time, there was a loud sound diagonally above.

The gray-robed archer looked up, and on the roof, a man was loosening the bowstring.

The sharp arrow dilated in the pupils, and the gray-robed archer shook his body, and finally was pierced through the chest by an arrow.

Immediately after, the second arrow, the third arrow, and the fourth arrow came one after another, and the gray-robed archer staggered back, leaving a bloody footprint with each step back, and with each step back, a blood flower bloomed on his body, and finally retreated to the door, where he was shot through the head by an arrow.

Bang, the bow in his hand was thrown away, and the corpse fell to the ground heavily.

A few bits of dust splashed up, and a bag of feathered arrows scattered.