It was about two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the tent in the center was still lit, projecting a silhouette on the tent, and the curtain of the tent was not lowered, but raised high, so that the scene inside could be clearly seen from the outside. It was not large, only a dozen square meters, and there was a marching bed in the middle, and a man was sitting on the bed with his hooded cloak and his back to the door curtain, and he was lying on a low table and writing hard.

This one is the tent of Count Tang Jia Fimi.

As it was written, the earl's pen was paused, and he picked up the cup in his hand and sniffed it to his nose, muttering, "This ghost weather, why is it so hot, and the tea is rancid."

With that, he hooked his right hand back, and a full cup of tea spilled backwards.

After a moment of silence, the Earl wrote a few words, dipped his pen in the inkwell, and was not happy again.

"What kind of ink is this? How can it not be dipped in. After complaining, the bottle of ink flew out behind him again. The ink splattered and stained the walls, but strangely enough, two spots were suspended in mid-air and paused for a second before disappearing.

After spilling the ink, the Earl suddenly became frenzied, and began to throw things behind him, first a quill, then a notepad, and at last he dragged a large footbasin filled with black water from under the marching bed, and threw it backwards.

Whoa!

The water splashed against the door curtain, and as soon as he flew halfway, a figure appeared out of thin air, and his head and face were doused with footwashing water.

This person is the "militiaman" who disappeared just now.

He was soaked at this time, and he couldn't sneak around, so he simply looked at the Earl, who was rummaging around with his back to him, and said coldly, "How did you find me?"

"Mm-hmm, see for yourself." Without raising his head, the Count pointed to his feet, and continued to fumble under the bed, muttering, "Where is my spittoon?" ...... who was still here just now."

The "militia" looked down and suddenly realized that he was simply a fool. The other party was obviously on guard, sprinkling lime outside the tent, and every step he took was clear.

Supposedly, as an Assassin, he should retreat as soon as he is exposed. But he was not willing to leave. First, because this assassination mission is very important, and secondly, according to intelligence, there are only four second-order warriors here, and they can't stop him, a third-order thief, at all.

So far no one has arrived, so close. He was sure to put Tang Jia Fimi to death in an instant! In the blink of an eye, his hand reached his waist and he grasped the dagger.

"Found it!" The Earl shouted excitedly, and lifted his hood and stood up, revealing a distinctive face and the spittoon he held to his chest.

Where is Tang Jia Feimi, it is clearly Cheng Xiaotian!

"You're not ......" the assassin exclaimed, and closed his mouth halfway through the shout, it was obvious that he had completely fallen into the trap, and the other party had made all the preparations. It's dangerous not to leave.

In fact, he misjudged and it was too late.

Without waiting for him to make the next move, Cheng Xiaotian smiled evilly, and poured his head over with a spittoon, which frightened him so much that he couldn't help but hold his hair and scream miserably.

This basin of "water" ...... It's horrible.

Generally, when the swordsmanship is practiced to the extreme, it can be done when dancing without splashing water, such as Cheng Xiaotian, but that is when he is ready to open the posture, and it is difficult for him to do it suddenly. As for this third-order thief, don't even think about it. If he knows how to spell, he can block it with a shield or something, but I don't think I've heard of a thief who can spell.

Whoa!

Head-on is another pour. The assassin was drenched again, and he sensed it slightly, and although the liquid poured down was viscous, it was not what he had imagined, but more like ......

"Oil!" The Assassin was horrified.

"Congratulations, you got it right." Cheng Xiaotian smiled and praised. After praising the flick of his finger, a little spark flew over.

The Assassin's pupils reflected the spark, and began to spread, trembling and spitting out a single word: "No ......"

Thundered!

Count Fimi's tent collapsed, and a "burning man" stumbled out, rolling on the ground and screaming heartbreakingly. The sword light flashed behind him, and the tent was cut open before it landed, and Cheng Xiaotian walked out with a sword.

Suddenly, around this tent, countless torches lit up in the dark night, illuminating this area clearly. "Burning Man" rolled violently on the ground, and finally extinguished the fire on his body, but what he saw was an even more desperate scene.

Hundreds of militia surrounded him, led by the target he was to assassinate, Count Donja-Fimi.

Thieves are a profession used for assassination, and their frontal combat ability is not very strong, so many people, even if he is in good condition, he will die, not to mention that he has been burned all over his body now. Stealth could no longer be performed, sprinting was even more impossible, and he couldn't even breathe in excruciating pain, apparently burning his lungs from the heat.

"Tell me who is behind the scenes, and I'll give you a good time." Cheng Xiaotian said lightly.

"Hehehehehe!" The blackened Assassin suddenly smiled darkly, accompanied by a bellows-like chest sound, as if it were a big joke. Immediately after that, despite the severe pain, the more he laughed, the more arrogant he became, and finally turned into a laugh in the sky.

Cheng Xiaotian's brows furrowed, and he suddenly thought of something, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and his figure flashed in front of the assassin, raising his sword and stabbing him in the mouth.

After all, it was still a step too late, and as soon as the Yuntong sword pierced into the assassin's mouth, the assassin's throat first let out a choked sound, and then a blue pillar of fire erupted out, heading straight at Cheng Xiaotian's face. Cheng Xiaotian quickly drew an earth talisman with his left hand, blocking the pillar of fire and quickly retreating, although he was not burned, he was shocked into a cold sweat.

The heat of this pillar of fire is not high, but it carries a yin and evil aura, which is obviously some kind of evil thing.

The pillar of fire lasted only a few seconds, and the Assassin fell to the ground with a wail, no more sound, apparently dead. Looking at the shrunken and stiff corpse, Cheng Xiaotian's face became ugly, there was no soul in this corpse.

"Your Excellency, don't look at it, it was a soul fire just now, and his soul has been burned out." Count Fimi said with a gloomy face.

Once it is revealed, he will immediately kill himself, and even destroy his own soul, this ruthless determination makes Cheng Xiaotian feel terrified. What organization did the Assassin belong to? The style of acting has been ruthless to this point!

"Your Excellency, please come with me, we need to have a good talk." Count Feimi beckoned, and after speaking, he walked to the foot of Sentinel Ridge Mountain, and Cheng Xiaotian followed after a little thought.

At the foot of the mountain, on the edge of the chasm, Count Fimi waved away the militia standing guard nearby, and there was silence all around.

After a while, Viscount Fimi asked with a gloomy expression: "I wonder if Lord Viscount has heard of the organization of MI7?"

Cheng Xiaotian had heard of the famous MI7 in Stormwind City before, but it was all hearsay, and there were many absurdities and untruths, "Could it be that he is the assassin of MI7?" ”

Count Fimi nodded and said, "Actually, this is not the first assassin, Vanessa is worried about my safety, so she found two friends to protect me. I even suspect that Jamil and they are all MI7 pawns. ”

Cheng Xiaotian couldn't help nodding, these old aristocrats can stand tall from generation to generation, and they really have something extraordinary, this political # governance sense is amazing.

"So, what are you going to do?" Cheng Xiaotian thought for a while and asked.

"We don't have evidence, we can't tell what those guys are doing, and the people won't believe me, and maybe they will think I'm a traitor who framed Zhongliang." Tang Jia Fimi sighed heavily.

The two were relatively silent, and the atmosphere became a little depressing.

In the end, it was Tang Jia-Fimi who broke the silence with a hearty smile and said: "The scourge of the western wilderness has been trapped by us, this is a great victory, just eradicate them, this land will be restored to peace, compared to this, everything else is a small matter."

"But ......" Cheng Xiaotian didn't finish his words, and was interrupted by Tang Jia Feimi raising his hand.

"You are a warrior and full of wisdom at the same time, but as an elder, I still want to give you a word." Tang Jia Feimi looked at Cheng Xiaotian's eyes and suddenly smiled, "Conspiracy is a lifeless thing, it can help you kill people, and even gain the upper hand at a certain point in time, but in the end, it will still fail." (To be continued.) )