As Hawke squatted down, a faint black suddenly enveloped him, and he turned his head slightly to look around, Hawke took out his infantry dagger behind him, which was quietly brought out when he jumped out of the window and left before, otherwise he would not understand what he was doing when he was seen by little Cade.

Feeling the heat in his veins, Hawke also exhaled slightly, quietly stood in the darkness in the corner, and cautiously sneaked forward. But Hawke was still paying attention to the roads and buildings around him, and although he followed the call of the heat from his blood, he still didn't dare to relax.

The patrol team in Black Lake City is still there, just at the end of the road more than ten meters away from Hawke, there is a patrol team walking over quickly, but they didn't find Hawke, maybe they saw a faint black shadow, but they were hidden in the darkness, and they couldn't see the slightest if they weren't careful.

"Is that there?"

Hawke shook his head gently, involuntarily took the ring in his pocket with his right hand, quietly straightened up, and held the infantry dagger in his left hand, and quietly touched forward. The dark clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and the residents of Black Lake City had already sensed that it was about to rain, and they had already turned off the lights and fell asleep early.

However, this is also the night time when the other world is not developed, especially Black Lake City, as a direct city on the northern border, must be in line with the realm of the enemy. After all, Black Lake City is the backbone of the entire northern border, not only transporting the surrounding grain, but also the timber from the reclamation town, as well as the ore and iron products from the miners' town.

"The wind is blowing" quietly shrunk in a dark corner, Hawke squinted at the empty street in front of him, there were not many lights around, only the corner of the street, there was still the existence of a sentry, but although there was the light of torches inside, it could still be seen, and the guards were lying on the table and were sleeping deeply.

The darkness could not give Hawke the slightest cover, with the vision of the dragon, he was not afraid of the darkness at all, especially when he saw that the street in front of him was completely resolved, and the vision was no different from that of the day, so he took a deep breath and continued to sneak forward.

The ring in his pocket was still releasing some kind of heat, and Hawke slowly moved forward, and a faint voice became clearer, but not in any of the languages he knew now. It wasn't complicated or simple, just the structure of the tone and language, and the direct communication to the soul, already made him feel a certain amazement.

Hawke walked quietly forward, bending as small as he could, but the infantry dagger that was already clenched in his right hand brought a certain strength of confidence. The sheath of the deerskin was soft, but Hawke could turn the cold hidden in it into a flash of cold in the cold wind at any moment!

"Wait, something is wrong!"

The whole body was hidden in the night, Hawke suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the street in the distance in front of him, his whole body quietly took two steps back, and he was even more hidden in some kind of darkness, carefully looking at the dark alleyway in front of him, and instantly squinted his eyes to make his gaze fade.

Just now, several figures flashed in his dragon vision, although vague but they were completely captured by the dragon's unique eyes, Hawke frowned slightly, because on that flashing figure, Hawke actually found the shadow of a dagger and even a crossbow.

"Damn, what the hell am I stuck in?"

Hawke looked up at the end of the street slightly, but he was shocked to find that at the end of the street was a huge temple of light, which was a church of the god of light, and the emblem of the god of light was hung directly on it, standing proudly with the cold wind, and the sign emitted some kind of white light, illuminating the coat of arms and symbols on it.

But Hawke's eyes couldn't help but widen, looking at the darkness around the church in front of him, there were several figures slowly standing up, holding a one-handed crossbow and dagger in their hands, all dressed in pitch-black clothes, carefully hiding there, if there was nothing abnormal, Hawke definitely didn't believe it.

However, Hawke also found that the thing that brought him some kind of calling was hidden in the church, but looking at the group of black-clothed people around him who were obviously unkind, he lurked in the darkness more carefully, and did not dare to make the slightest movement, because in his eyes, there were already more and more black-clothed people who were gathering.

Even in the alley not far from Hawke, three or five black-clothed men with one-handed crossbows were slowly emerging from them, not disturbing the residents next to them in the slightest, just walking in the dark, as if they were some kind of dark shadow. If this wasn't a believer in the God of Shadows, Hawke himself wouldn't believe it.

Only the followers of the God of Shadows have so many assassins, and looking at this kind of professional appearance, it is definitely some kind of special and important activity. Moreover, the power of the believers of the God of Shadows in the darkness has increased to a certain extent, and if there is a priest of the God of Shadows here, I am afraid that even if it is Hawke, if it is not faint, it will not be able to find out.

"Luckily, it's lurking here, and I'm really lucky."

Hawke quietly withdrew his gaze, just hiding his body more and more in the darkness, next to him was the door of a resident, and on both sides were wood and straw and other debris, even if he was surrounded by the group of people around him, as long as his movements were not violent, in fact, it was quite safe for a certain period of time.

But Hawke didn't dare to stay here all the time, if there was really some fighting, and it was involving the temple of the god of light, and the thieves' union of the god of shadows, I was afraid that Hawke, a little kid playing soy sauce, would be killed by both sides at the first time.

Not to mention the cruel assassins under the God of Shadows, even the priests of the God of Light are quite fierce when facing the enemy, after all, even the warm light has the hottest time. However, as the most direct experience, Hawke did not want to feel the majesty of these two gods.

Although the heat in his body was still surging, Hawk himself did not make the slightest movement, just glanced at the sky lightly, and then let his gaze retract slightly, carefully hovering under his feet, trying not to let his eyes not involve those strong men of the Thieves Guild.

The professional assassins and killers of the Thieves' Guild have formed a certain art in this world, at least as Hawke heard the minstrel and mercenaries in the tavern say so when he was a child, and they are boasting about it, or telling it in some kind of awe, at least no one dares to discredit the Thieves' Guild in the open.

"It looks like the stuff is inside, and I can even smell that warmth."

Suddenly, on the entire seemingly empty street, three figures walked slowly in the dark, their whole bodies shrouded in red robes, and a faint majesty appeared on their bodies, especially the figure walking in front in the middle, raised his head, and the two pairs of eyes under the hood carried a certain red light, and did not hide his tone: "This is really very good!" ”

But Hawk shrank his eyes slightly, because in his memory, that blood-red mage robe, and that kind of evil and distorted eyes, only one kind of mage can release it, and that kind of mage is honestly the only real mage Hawke has ever seen - a blood-red mage!

"Boom-"

A huge shock wave instantly appeared in the hand of the blood-red mage in the middle, and before the people around him could react, they rushed out directly, rushing directly towards the main entrance of the church with that strong wave of destruction, not caring that the emblem of the god of light was still carved on it.

This was already some kind of blasphemy against the gods, and the faces of the Assassins hidden in the shadows were slightly fluctuating, although they were all in it for money, but the gods they believed in were still the gods of shadows. But in comparison, this group of blood red mages didn't care at all!