At the same time, the hall on the first floor of the tavern -

"Arno!" Scott's gaze seemed to be attracted by some movement, and he shook his head and looked at the two windows on the side of the hall.

Arno Altaïr's reaction time was no less than that of the tavernkeeper named Scott.

When Scott noticed another strange movement approaching the tavern from the outside, Arno immediately shook a small dagger out of his sleeve and grabbed it, shouting at everyone in the hall, "Be careful, everyone! ”

The next moment his words fell, Raymond, Locke, and Tina, who belonged to Arroyo's group, were still stunned in place.

However, the gap left by reality for the two young men and the half-fairy girl to be stunned was only a second.

A second after Arno's shout fell, most of the tavern hall became nervous, and everyone then heard the three glass windows on the edge of the hall crack at the same time.

The glass on the window suddenly exploded into the room like a splash, and the few drinkers sitting by the window had no time to dodge, and fell to the ground with sharp glass shards cut their throats and faces.

Immediately afterward, the figures of people jumped into the house from the window one after another.

The number of intruders was about twenty, they were all dressed in pitch-black cloaks and hoods to hide their faces, and the first time they jumped into the hall from the window, they all threw the throwing knives in their hands as if they had purposefully thrown them, and the hidden weapons thrown by these people flew over the people's heads, accurately extinguishing several oil lamps in the hall.

The firelight flickered, as if the curtain call had faded.

The black curtain abruptly robbed the hall of light, and the commotion erupted almost at the same time.

The members of the Brotherhood who had gathered at the tavern immediately picked up their weapons from their sides, and the eyes of the people quickly searched for the location of the enemy with a look of anxiety and panic, but the intruder's eyes, which were hidden under their hoods, lit up in the next moment dozens of pairs of strange points of light, thus revealing themselves in the darkness.

The eerie light of the eyes took on a scarlet glow in the dark environment. While it's easy to think of blood at first, the intruder's outfit reminds the members of the Brotherhood of Thieves that they have fought for years as an old adversary.

That's the Nightborn, the same grey organization lurking in the shadows, rival to the Brotherhood of Thieves.

"Hell!"

"Those goddamn murderers!"

"How did they find here?!"

"Wait, these bastards don't seem to have the right eyes?"

In the darkness, someone quickly noticed something strange in the eyes of the intruders.

However, the Nightspawn killers naturally wouldn't let their prey wait too long. It was only a moment after a trance that the people on the Brotherhood side had just finished shouting a few words of surprise and anger. The scarlet points of light that had broken through the windows shook and quickly flickered into the crowd like ghosts.

"Poof—"

Although it was pitch black in front of them, the movement of several people's throats being cut on the spot was still noticed by everyone present, and the sound of blood splashing out of the arteries in the neck was as cold as the sickle of death.

The palpitating sound of the killers came to people's ears along the tip of their knives, and even spread fear into people's hearts. The scene quickly turned from a riot to chaos, with the cries of people and the symphony of cold weapons rising and falling one after another.

Raymond took Tina's little hand and stood with Locke. The future sword saint's nerves tightened, and the afterglow from the corner of his eye suddenly passed to the side, and the free right hand immediately pulled out the arc sword at his waist from the scabbard, and the moment the arc sword came out of the sheath, it swept away a crescent-shaped sword arc in mid-air.

He immediately heard a crisp "ding" sound. I felt that the sword in my hand had successfully neutralized the blow that the enemy had stabbed with a short weapon.

"Brother Raymond, there-!" Tina reacted after her, turning her head to see a pair of red eyes receding from Raymond's side.

A chaotic battle has broken out before you know it. Raymond raised his vigilance and led Tina with his left hand to retreat again and again, until his back was heartlessly bumped into the bar of the tavern, and he immediately hurriedly shouted at the young man who had volunteered to follow Arroyo because of a misunderstanding: "Locke! ”

The followers of the young thieves are naturally not idiots.

Hearing Raymond's voice, and at the same time noticing the movement that happened around him just now, Locke also hurriedly retreated to Raymond's side in the direction of his impression, and his mind was in the process. Then he hurriedly reminded the latter: "Hide on the second floor, Raymond!" It's such a mess here! ”

The future Juggernaut was stunned for a moment.

The next moment. He understood Locke's intentions, so he shouted at the young man who claimed to be a scholar, "Then you should hurry up", then grabbed the half-elf girl who was being protected by him, turned around and ran up the stairs to the second floor of the tavern on the side of the bar.

Locke held up a hand to the tavern bar, listening in the direction of Raymond and Tina's footsteps, and immediately followed. The front foot is the first step on the stair steps. The self-aware young man didn't dare to delay for a moment—but even though he didn't even look back, his heart was beating faster with the deathly screams of several Brotherhood members lying in pools of blood, and beads of hot and cold sweat were drenched from his forehead.

The scythe of death swept across the halls of the tavern like wheat, the breath of life dissipated in an instant, and cold fear gripped the heart like a short poem chanted by a poet who championed the Nightborn.

The short poem eulogizes: O Night Mother. Call out your children and let them escape into the darkness; Hold on to your blades, children, and let the blood cleanse your sins......

……

From the time Raymond, Tina, and Locke began to take refuge on the second floor of the tavern, time went back a little.

"Ferrandon, are you alright?" Arroyo held the ground with one hand, and immediately looked up at the red-haired girl who had just reunited with him.

In the hallway on the second floor of the tavern two minutes ago, the young thief and the red-haired bartender pushed each other, and each sat down on either side of the hallway to witness a dagger fly through the air in front of them from the direction of the window, and immediately realized the presence of the intruder.

"I'm fine." Ferrandon gritted his teeth and replied to Arroyo, then stood up from the floor of the corridor at the same time as the young thief in front of him, and invariably stood over his head to look at the shattered glass window at the end of the corridor.

It was not much different from what the two of them had expected, and turning their gaze in the direction where the dagger was flying, the thief youth and the red-haired girl saw that four strange figures had entered their sight through the broken glass window outside the tavern.

Although Arroyo and Ferrandon didn't know each other at all, after all, the Young Thief and the Red-Haired Girl were members of the Brotherhood themselves, and the four of them were dressed in black robes and hoods, making them instantly recognizable to the two who had recently reunited.

"It's the Nightborn's killer." Arroyo stared sideways at the four intruders as she reached for the hilt of her dagger as she reached for the hilt of her belt.

"And he sold his soul to the devil." Ferrandon glanced at the dark scarlet light that the four Nightspawn Killers had revealed from under their hoods, a sneer rising at the corner of his mouth, and he had guessed something from this information in his heart.

Blood-colored eyes.

It seems that the blood in the bodies of these murderers is not very clean? - With a little disdain, she speculated contemptuously. (To be continued.) )