For safety reasons, there was no bonfire at the camp where the trio were camping.

Although the current season is not the middle of winter, the night is heavy but also very cold, and the work of night duty has become a little hard.

Because he had a good rest the night before, Yi Hui took the initiative to ask to keep the first shift night, he said: "You two go to rest, the second shift is on duty, when you wake up and when you will replace me, Kara, you are a girl, you will be on the last shift." ”

Neither Atese nor Carla had any opinion on Yi Hui's arrangement, so they each found a corner of the quilt, spread a moisture-proof blanket, and then covered it with a layer of camouflage-colored quilts and began to rest.

Due to the high level of mental tension and physical fatigue, Kara was the first to fall asleep, and then Atsai gradually stopped moving after saying hello to Yi Hui.

Yi Hui squatted around the two of them, and with the invisible wing skill turned on, he entered a state of absolute invisibility, and from the side, it seemed that he was empty.

"He's, how did he get into the hidden ......" Keynes held his chin behind the back of his right hand, and his little finger hung the short whiskers on his chin over and over again, looking at the place where Yi Hui disappeared in the projection, just as Argent first saw the strangeness of Yi Hui's skills, and conceived all kinds of possible surnames in his mind.

Master Taifu also groaned, he couldn't understand how Yi Hui, who had no traces of fighting qi fluctuations and no props prepared, could hide in place, and the feeling was as if he had suddenly disappeared. However, the more secrets Yi Hui has, the better it will be for the Thieves Guild, and now Master Tefu hopes that Yi Hui can be more magical. Master Tefu, who was expecting "no loss", faintly had a hint of "maybe, he will win!" from Yi Hui's performance on this day! "Thoughts.

The interlacing was like a mountain, and Master Wall and Master Vidas did not leave much of their attention at this point where Yi Hui disappeared, but they were more interested in the four members of the Assassin Guild who had already converged.

In the image on the right, Madson and Maunez have successfully joined up with Ryan and the Dartes team.

At this moment, Maderson was being grabbed by Maunez and pressed his hands to the ground, unable to move, and Dartes was using a slender knife to try to dig out the three metal warheads that Yi Hui had scored with a revolver from Maderson's body.

Although no sound could be heard from the magic projection, it was inferred from Madson's violent convulsions that it was a painful thing.

Without wasting much time, Dartes just picked everything up, and a three-inch-long metal bullet was removed from Maderson's left shoulder.

The warhead ejected from Malderson's left shoulder with blood under Dartes' pick, and rolled several times on the ground with a "clang".

This warhead is not so much a bullet as a slightly shorter crossbow bolt!

As the bullet was removed, blood gushed from Maldeson's shoulder, but the blood was immediately filled with a piece of gauze wrapped in vermilion powder.

Dartes then did the same and removed the bullet from Malderson's left leg. The wound on Malderson's right hand had already been bandaged due to a penetrating wound.

"Ahh - Ahh - I'm going to torture him slowly! After the wound was treated, Madson fell to the ground in pain and screamed to the sky, although this kind of wound medicine produced by the Assassin Guild was excellent in terms of healing wounds, it also made the injured extremely painful.

The beak mask had been removed, and Madson's young, slightly handsome face had been twisted with pain, and his round eyes were full of resentment.

"Hey, hey, stop howling! Isn't it just a few shots from a crossbow arrow, and even such a little injury makes you scream like this? Dartes crouched on the ground, twisted a bullet in his right hand, looked left and right, threw it back contemptuously, glared at Maderson fiercely, and said.

"It was not a crossbow arrow, but a stick that could fire and make a sound, and there was no bowstring at all, and the little pointed stick was shot from the stick, and it was very fast." ”

Ryan still had the same unhappy and sad poker face, he just glanced at the bullet that Dartes threw aside, and said after a long silence: "Don't be careless, the damage of this weapon is not worse than that of a crossbow arrow, and it is even much stronger, and the rate of fire is still so fast, so be careful when fighting." By the way, did you two have any news of anyone else along the way? ”

Maunez shook his head and said, "No, the two of us found each other along the way, and there was no news of anyone else." What about you, have you found anything? ”

Ryan said, "Araur is dead, and by the time I find him following the mark he left behind, he was dead, and he was simply pierced through the heart by a sword, a guy who wielded a long sword. Moreover, he had some scorch marks on his body from being struck by lightning. ”

Datz spat on the ground disdainfully, and pointed with his right finger and said, "I knew that if we had to die on the assassin's side, it would have to be Arau's sneaky guy who released cold arrows from afar, and if he was close to him, he would be a waste, cut!" ”

Ryan frowned slightly, and glared at Dartz as if he didn't have any, and Dartes immediately closed his mouth and sneered aside.

While Madson was healing his wounds, a wet hand reached out from the water and grass in the swamp south of the Killing Arena, and this hand fluttered a few times and grabbed the mangroves on the shore, and a figure struggled out of the water to the shore.

By the bright moonlight, it was clear that the man who had climbed ashore was none other than Fisher, who was coughing violently as he burrowed into the shadows of the trees, curling up with difficulty. At this moment, all he had left was the fish cutting knife in his hand, and the fishing rod that had been with him all day and night had long since disappeared.

The muddy water swept through the twisted locks of curls and slid down Fisher's swarthy face, and the already crumpled and simple cloth clothes were now rotten into strips of cloth.

Fisher ripped off his tattered shirt, and a bruised-purple fist mark on his chest was shocking.

"This kid, his life is so hard! I thought he had drowned, and I couldn't imagine that he would be able to come out of the water after drifting so far. Master Wall noticed Fisher in the swamp and exclaimed.

"The kid who hurt him didn't get a good deal either. If nothing else, I'm probably blind by now......" Master Vedas pointed to another part of the projection.

In that scene, a black-clad assassin was walking slowly through the forest, and he also had many wounds on his body, which were long and deep.

He groped his way closer to a large tree, climbed up slowly, and sat down on a branch.

He gripped the branch tightly with his left hand, endured the pain and slowly poked his right hand into the right eye socket, clenched his teeth and pinched something to pull it out!

"Shhhh …… cough" Although he had made preparations, the assassin couldn't help but let out a low roar when the pain came, and when he spread out his right hand, a golden three-pronged barbed fish hook had already appeared in his palm.

And his other eye had already been blinded by a half-cut fishing rod.

There is no doubt that the blindness of these two eyes was the work of Fisher.

The assassin took out a roll of gauze and a small medicine bottle from the space ring, and tremblingly unscrewed the cap of the bottle and sprinkled the vermilion medicine powder evenly on the gauze.

It was easy to fix the gauze round and round, and the Assassin gradually stopped trembling from the pain.

His name was Bauxel, and during the day he met Fisher, who was fishing in the river.

At that time, Fisher was attracted by the sparkling water, and staying in the underground examination room of the Thieves' Guild for so long without fishing almost made him sick, and he was "fishing and leaving...... Eat sashimi at night...... What clear water...... "Under the influence of these complicated thoughts, the ghost sent him to sit down by the water.

"There is no one around, only one or two ......" Fisher, who had just thought like this at first, gradually forgot the time and became fascinated.

And Boxel also went to the river when he was an hour, and happened to see Fisher fishing, he didn't care whether Fisher was fishing or not, he tightened his fists and went up.

"Boy, are you still in the mood to fish? Hurry up and accompany me through the tricks! Bauxel called out in a dignified manner.

Fisher slowly stood up and scolded: "It's noisy, my fish are scared away, who is responsible?" If you want to fight just right, I won't let you go anyway.

At the river, Bauxel and Fisher engaged in a fierce fight.

Relying on the flexible body shape of a swimming fish and the combination of a variety of fishing rods and cutting knives, Fisher also caught Boxel off guard.

Fisher made a false move with his left-handed fishing knife to make Bauxel turn around and dodge, but with a slight flick of his right hand, he flicked the line from the fishing rod, and the line went around from behind Baucelle to his right eye under the control of the swaying rod tip!

"Ahh - "The pain did not make Bauxel flinch, but it fueled his blood and momentum, and he ate several of Fisher's fish-cutting knife attacks, and grabbed Fisher with open hands.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ――”

Punching to the flesh, Baucel punched Fisher three times in the chest in a row, and all three punches hit the same place. Fisher's throat was sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

"Quack—" At that moment, Fisher clearly heard the sound of his ribs breaking, and with all his strength, he shook the rod and shortened it, and stabbed the furious Bauxel in the left eye.

It hurts to the bone marrow! Bauxel had to let go, and Fisher cried out with his head in his hands.

Fisher wanted to kill the other party with a knife, but found that he was reluctant to hold the fish cutting knife, and the other end of the fishing rod was wrapped around Bauxel's body, so he had to give up! With only his eyes wounded, and he screaming in pain, he would surely die if he attracted other Assassins, so he slammed into the river and slid down the river to the shore in the slower swamp.

Master Wall looked at the self-healing Baucelle on the branch and sighed, "I can't imagine that there are such bloody men among the assassins, and they are also above board, President Keynes, my impression of your Assassin Guild has changed a little. In addition, the one named Fisher is not bad, and he can still relax in the dangerous killing arena, which is not to be underestimated—although it is also too idle. But the strain in battle is still rare. ”

Master Vedas lowered his head a little unbearably and said, "Although this competition is wonderful, it is also too cruel. (To be continued.) )