Four pairs of scarlet pupils flickered at Arroyo and Ferrandon's gaze, and the figures of the four Nightspawn killers blurred for a moment, and then split into two groups like shadows, two of them attacked the thief youth, and the other two attacked the red-haired girl.

Four Assassin abilities called "Shadow Strike" are activated at the same time. Arroyo pulled out the two short swords he used at the same time from the two leather sheaths on his belt, and the short sword in his right hand was raised forward for the first time, and the other short sword in his left hand subconsciously protected his neck.

I have to say that the thief youth is very lucky.

Unable to see through the enemy's path for a split second, Arroyo's dagger from his right hand slashed with a screeching metallic sound, and the dagger in his hand was then deflected aside by the dagger in his hand.

The next moment after that, another Nightspawn slayer's dagger slashed at his neck, just as he had predicted. Fortunately, his left hand holding the other short sword was raised in time, and although the short sword that he held on the handle did not accurately block the opponent's dagger, the forearm of his left hand accidentally blocked a side blade cut in place of his neck.

A gap immediately appeared on his left forearm.

Blood squeezed out of the flesh beneath the cortex through the gaps in the wound, and the thief youth gritted his teeth in pain, flicked his left hand instinctually, threw the short sword in his hand out and forced back the nightborn killer who had just injured him, and retreated again and again, while glancing at the afterglow to pay attention to the battle situation on Ferrandon's side.

Compared to Arroyo's staggering, Ferrandon was at ease in the face of the two Nightborn killers. While the thief youth barely blocked the attacks of the two enemies, the eyes in the red-haired girl's eyes suddenly glowed scarlet in the moment before the battle, as if in the five years since she was separated from Arroyo, this blood-descended girl living in the human realm had gradually become familiar with and mastered the method of controlling the cursed power parasitic in her body.

She opened her blood-red eyes as the two Nightspawn Killers used their shadow strike skills to move in front of her. Without warning, claws made of blood coalesced from the tips of the five fingers of his right hand. The blood-colored claws swung forward with her arm, and the Nightspawn Slayer, who was standing a little forward, lost consciousness with his head tilted, and the other killer who reacted quickly stopped his steps in time, and watched his companion fall to the ground with a "thud" and fall to the ground with the inertia of the sprint, and a hideous claw mark appeared on his throat that kept pouring blood from under the hood.

The Nightspawn Slayer, who had survived Ferrandon's claws, stared at the red-haired girl in surprise, cautiously grasping the dagger and taking a step back.

The moment he retreated. Ferrandon also glanced at Arroyo out of the corner of his eye, and immediately turned around and shook off the other party and ran towards the thief youth.

"Ferrandon?" Arroyo hung his bleeding left hand, clenched the short sword in his right hand, and frowned at the red-haired girl running towards him.

"Run this way." Approaching the Young Thief, Ferrandon forced himself to compose himself, then grabbed the sleeve of the former's left arm and ran in the opposite direction from the three Nightspawn Slayers who were still alive.

Pulled by the girl's sleeve, Arroyo didn't know where Ferrandon wanted to take him for a short time, but he at least trusted his former childhood sweetheart from the bottom of his heart. So he kept up with Ferrandon.

Out of vigilance against Ferrandon, the three hooded Nightspawn killers all chose to wait and see the red-haired girl lead the young thief to turn and flee.

However, just a second later, the figures of the girl and the young man turned to the right of the hallway, running into their blind spot.

The three Nightborn killers were stunned for a moment, apparently unfamiliar with the interior structure of the tavern, unaware that Ferrandon was leading Arroyo up another flight of stairs to the third floor of the tavern.

……

So, the three Nightspawn killers who invaded the second floor of the tavern naturally left the body of one of their companions behind and chose to pursue them, and the members of the Young Thieves happened to stagger each other during this delicate period of time. Thus unfortunately missing an opportunity to complete the meeting on the second floor of the tavern.

The perspective switches back to the makeshift team of Raymond, Locke, and Tina—

Walking down the stairs by the bar, Raymond took Tina's little hand. And Locke before and after quickly running from the chaotic hall on the first floor to the hallway on the second floor.

Perhaps because the members of the Brotherhood in the tavern had gathered in the hall on the first floor, there didn't seem to be anyone else on the second floor of the tavern other than them. With a sword in his right hand and Tina in his left hand, Raymond stepped up the stairs behind him onto the wooden floor on the second floor, then looked back behind him.

The oil lamps in the hallway on the second floor also glowed with a light that banished the darkness.

In a light environment, people who do not have dark vision are always much more at ease than when they are in the dark.

Locke hurried to follow, and Raymond and Tina were about to go up to the hallway on the second floor of the tavern. At this moment, illumination with the help of light. Raymond's eyes froze, and then he noticed that several pairs of scarlet points of light appeared behind Locke.

It was evident that an enemy had followed them from the first floor of the tavern - along with the shouts that had come from downstairs in the midst of the fight.

"Locke, behind you!" Raymond stared at the few dark shadows behind Locke with wide eyes, and hurriedly opened his mouth to remind him.

When the words of the future Sword Master came out of his mouth, Locke also sensed a mortal danger from behind him. It felt like a poisonous snake was baring its terrifying fangs and biting at the back of its neck.

He suddenly buried his head almost instinctively as he climbed the stairs.

Then, two sharp bone-scraping pains bit at his pain nerves from his back. Without even looking, Locke immediately realized that two hidden weapons thrown by the enemy from behind had hit him in the back - and in fact, fortunately, he lowered his head in time, so that a throwing knife specially designed for throwing grazed the tips of his hair and swept over his head menacingly, hitting the handrail by the stairs with a "poof" and flying somewhere.

Locke knew that the tavern invaders, known to the Brotherhood members as the Nightborn, would be able to show him the gates of the Dead Realm in a moment's moment, so he gritted his teeth and endured the pain caused by the wound, not daring to stop for a minute.

Soon, there was only one step left before the landing in the corridor on the second floor. Seeing that Raymond's brother and Arroyo's new friends were a little closer to her, Tina pursed her lips anxiously, and then took the initiative to shake Raymond's hand away from her, stepped forward and stretched out her hands to hold back her blushing little face and pulled Locke hard, so that the young man who claimed to be a scholar finally staggered to climb the tavern stairs that almost killed him.

"Raymond, block the staircase! Fast! With the help of the half-elf girl, Locke held his hand to the wall on the edge of the hallway, ran to the platform on the second floor, and stumbled three steps before he was out of breath to stabilize his balance under his feet, and then turned back and loudly reminded the future Juggernaut. (To be continued.) )