"Click."

Roland gently held the lifeless body and slowly lowered him. It was only then that Roland breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. This way of killing opponents is efficient and silent, and the only problem is that the user is very demanding, sneaking behind the opponent silently, and then gently twisting the opponent's neck, sending the opponent to hell without knowing anything.

"Fortunately, the previous craftsmanship has not been left behind." Roland wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, made a gesture, and motioned for the people behind him to hurry up.

"Hmm." Sinloth nodded, signaling in understanding. He shook the dagger in his hand, this was still in the box of knight's equipment, and with the principle that it could not be wasted, Sinloth also brought it with him. With his body, he couldn't afford to use those heavy weapons, so this battle was close to a sneak attack, even if it was a dagger, it was enough.

Thinking of this, Sinloth silently turned around and saw the man with a two-handed sword standing at the end of the line with a crazy look.

He's completely insane.

Well, it's a combat force.

[You are walking in the pure white mist, and this pure white color has eased your almost crazy thoughts a little. You stop your revenge and start thinking about whether it's worth it, sending those scum to hell with a dagger in your hand is fascinating, but the price you probably can't afford. There are many ways to win, and there are many ways to get revenge. Killing the most Normans with the least loss is the best tribute to the dead. 】

[1. I must use the blood of the Normans to dissolve my hatred. 】

[2. This is really unsafe, and I think I have to think about it again.] 】

Xinlos looked at the options in front of him, and there was confusion in his dark eyes, as if something flashed. The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he silently said in his heart: "Thank you, but I will not change my choice." The mind touched on the first option, and the first option twisted unwillingly, but finally turned into a mist and slowly dissipated into the air.

"Contractor, you need to be calm."

"Calm down?" Xinlos smiled, and the dagger slashed hard, cutting through the dense fog in front of him: "I am extremely calm now, I feel like I have never been better, as if I can do anything." ”

"The rage has completely eaten away at your spirit, and you can't think right now."

"You can't interfere with my decisions, can you?"

"That's true."

"So, just shut up." Thinking so, Sinloth brutally and unilaterally cut off the communication between the two

It was the wee hours of the morning, when the average person was at their sleepies, let alone the Normans, who had survived the storms of the sea and fought all the way here. The leader of the other side was undoubtedly a very cautious man, and even in a place like Desmond, where it was almost impossible to encounter the regular army of the Empire, he still arranged quite a few secret posts everywhere.

His ideas were quite good, but unfortunately, his men were too tired. Even the dark sentinels who were burdened with heavy responsibilities were defeated in the face of boundless sleepiness and fell asleep one after another.

Sinloth followed Roland's pace, and in such a thick fog, the price of being one step behind was the complete loss of contact with his comrades. Roland finally stopped after quietly eliminating twenty or so enemies.

"My lord, this will not work." Ever since he entered this mist, the sweat on Roland's head has never stopped. This kind of infiltration, even if it is covered by fog, is also an extremely test of people's mental strength. A weather-beaten warrior like Roland was a little overwhelmed after only a while: "The fog is too big, we don't know where their leader is." ”

With their numbers, there is simply not enough to completely annihilate this Norman, so the only option is to decapitate the operation. Hearing Roland say this, Sinloth fell silent, and a hint of retreat appeared in his heart. I don't know when the fog will dissipate, if you can't find the leader of the other party, then

However, this cowardice was burned to ashes in an instant by the raging fire of ignorance. Xinluos's expression did not change, and he used the dagger in his hand to gently slash the neck of a Norman lying on his back, obviously it was the first time to kill, but Xinlos was as professional as a veteran, and his steady hands did not tremble. The pain caused the man to open his eyes instantly, but his limbs were held tightly by the men who rushed up. After a series of frantic shaking, it finally lost its voice.

Roland was right, a weapon of steel was not much better than a pair of hands. Sinloth silently noted this, tore off a corner of Norman's clothes, and wiped the bloodied dagger in his hand. He said coldly: "Then keep looking until you find it." ”

As it turned out, Sinloth's luck wasn't too bad. After a dozen or more minutes of trekking, more than a dozen people finally saw a middle-aged man wearing a horned helmet and sleeping soundly in the center surrounded by dozens of sturdy Normans.

Even when the man was asleep, the scars on his face that crossed his cheeks, as well as the countless criss-crossing scars on his naked upper body, still made him extremely hideous, like a fierce beast that chose people and loved them.

Sinloth's eyes lit up, it was him.

But just as Xinluos's eyes lit up and he wanted to signal the people behind him to do it together, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind pressure suddenly coming from the back above his head.

Someone! Someone jumped from the tree behind!

No, there is no sound of landing on the ground. Someone fell down!

Damn, careless!

Before Sinlos could react, he felt his face sink and the back of his head pressed against something soft, and a large, rough and powerful hand took the opportunity to cover Cynloth's mouth and nose, and Cynlos could even smell the blood between his fingers.

He's going to cut my throat!

[Who killed the robin?] It was I, said the sparrow, and with my bow and arrows I slew the robin. 】

Sinloth suddenly realized this, just as he had done to the Normans who had fallen to their deaths.

Sinloth subconsciously covered his neck and tried to roll into the fog, trying to shake off the man's grip. But it was too late, the cold steel broke through Xinluos's right hand in an instant, and slashed fiercely across his neck, Xinlos only felt a stream of air rushing out of his neck, and his chest sank, as if there were tens of millions of pounds of weight pressed on his chest, and he shrank rapidly like a can that had been stepped on.

I got my throat cut!

Who saw him die? It was I, said the fly, and with my little eyes I saw him dead. 】

It was the only thing Sinlos could think of, and the passage of blood also took away his strength, and Sinlos was about to kneel on the ground as soon as his feet went limp, but that hand still didn't intend to let him go. The man clung to Cynloth's head, and the breath that came out of his nose sprayed hot and tickling his face, carrying a fishy smell of sea creatures into his nostrils. The lungs instinctively pumped oxygen into the body, but unfortunately the air rushed out of the skin through the opening under the larynx, and the pain rushed through the body like an electric current.

, The pain was not strong, but the edge of the steel pierced the tip of the heart, and the cold feeling was accompanied by the surging blood all over the body, under the influence of the cold, Xinluos's whole person was like falling into an ice cellar, and his nose seemed to have lost its effect, no matter how vain the chest and abdomen contracted the nasal cavity, the dull nose could not feel any gas entering. On the contrary, there was a cool air from the wound on the neck that was constantly rushing out of the trachea, but it was pressed out again as soon as it entered the lungs. He couldn't see his condition, but he could feel his eyes bulging high.

Sinloth thought desperately, starting to lack oxygen, am I going to die?

Who took his blood? It was I, said the fish, and with my little saucer I took his blood. 】

Sensing that the person in his arms had lost his resistance, the hand that was covering Cynroth's face was released. Sinloth couldn't hold it anymore and fell to his knees all at once. His hand instinctively covered the painful wound, but the feeling from his hand told him, it was like a wind tunnel in his neck, and with his strong inhalation, the air flow continued to go in and out, and when his right hand blocked the wound, he suddenly felt that there was air in his nose, and Xinluo hurriedly took a few deep breaths. With the influx of this air current, Cynlos's chest tightness was greatly reduced, and the feeling of suffocation was also reduced a lot, and his brain became clearer.

[Who makes a shroud for him? It's me, said the beetle, and with my needle and thread, I'll come and make a shroud. 】

Xinluo suddenly understood what was happening, because of Xinluos's instinctive protection, although the knife still cut his hand in the end, but because of that moment, it did not cut his strong artery, but only cut his trachea. The trachea was cut, but luckily it was not cut. Because of the double influence of night and fog, the man could not see his wound clearly, only the blood dripping from his neck could be vaguely seen.

Boom!

There was the sound of a heavy object falling from behind, and the guy jumped off the tree. However, due to the influence of the fog, Xinlos's subordinates did not notice this situation in time, and in this deep fog, even if they were close together, they could not see each other's faces clearly. The man walked up behind Sinloth and raised his weapon aloft

[Who will sing the hymns?] It's me, said the thrush, standing on the bushes and I will sing hymns. 】

Sinloth's eyes were still blurry, but he was covered in hair, as if something was coming at him, and he didn't have time to think about it, and despite the danger of twisting his waist, he forcibly turned around and threw the dagger in his hand at the man with all his might.

"Hmm!" The man obviously didn't expect that in this situation, Sinloth would still fight back, and when he was caught off guard, the dagger stabbed him fiercely into the body. The man let out a muffled grunt and took two steps back, hiding in the mist.

Seeing the man retreat temporarily, Sinlos bit his teeth and tore off a piece of his own clothes, and he hurriedly wrapped his neck in a few layers before relieving himself. Xinluo couldn't wait to take a deep breath, and rushed into his body with a slightly moist breath, and his whole body was numb. Although the warmth on his neck still flowed, he was still fascinated by the feeling of being a human being.

[Who will carry the torch?] It's me, said the cardinal, and I'll bring it at once. I'll be holding a torch. 】

Just as he was enjoying the oxygen he had not seen for a long time, he suddenly felt a flower, and a black figure rushed towards him. Caught off guard, Cinnlos instinctively stretched out his right hand to block, but he touched the hilt of a knife. Just as he was wondering, he only felt a pain in his chest, and the blade of the cold knife had already penetrated deep into his chest, and Xinluo was in pain, and grabbed the handle of the knife with all his might. He pushed the tip of the knife outward, and in the moment of life and death, the power of Sinloth exploded. The edge of the weapon was pushed out of his flesh little by little, but the man who attacked him obviously didn't intend to let Cynloth go like that, and he strengthened his hand, and the cold blade returned to his chest little by little.

"Die!!"

Bad breath was accompanied by a nirvana proclamation, and a vague human head slowly approached Cynroth's face. Although his face could not be seen under the influence of the night mist, his bloodshot eyes tortured Cynloth's nerves like a demon's gaze.

"You're going to die!"

[Who will dig his grave? It's me, said the owl, with my chisel and shovel, and I'm going to dig the grave. 】

Sinloth yelled as hard as he could, but as soon as he let out, the air in his chest ran out of the wound again. As the tip of the knife stabbed again, Cynroth struggled hard, but only had time to move the tip up a little, and the tip of the knife still stabbed heavily into his shoulder socket and down to his collarbone.

"Hmm!" Pain tormented Cynroth, and he tried with all his might to push the knife away, even if it was just a millimeter. But he did his best, but he also kept the knife from piercing his chest. The big hands with the smell of blood are as unshakable as those 10,000-year-old glaciers in the far north of the North Sea.

The tug-of-war of life continued, and Cynroth felt the pain in his neck grow and his breathing became more and more difficult, and the tip of the knife slowly pierced into his body. He could feel the pain digging deeper, a lava-burning pain coming from his collarbone, like someone was sawing his bones with a saw.

The fog began to dissipate little by little, and Sinloth faintly heard wails and the clashing of steel coming from not far away.

Oops, they were discovered.

Soon, however, Sinloth ran out of time and mood to pay attention to his men. The cold blade pierced deeper and deeper, the sharp pain was like a wave, endlessly impacting his mental defense, the temperature of his body was slowly dissipating, and boundless fear was floating in Xinluos's heart like a dark cloud. If it weren't for the anger in his heart that was still being supported, I'm afraid Xinlos would have given up resisting a long time ago.

His strength grew, while Cynroth's strength grew smaller and smaller due to pain and fear. The blood loss caused his head to become dizzy. Sinloth's mind went blank, and only one thought kept coming back to him.

Kill him!

Who will be the deacon? It is I, said the lark, and if it were not in the darkness, I would be a deacon. 】

As the killing intent in his heart became clearer and clearer, the scene in front of Xinluos became clearer and clearer, and he could even slowly distinguish the nose and mouth of this bastard. Cynlos stretched out a free hand, went up his chin, stretched out his fingers and pressed his eye socket and pulled it inward, Cynroth hated himself very much, why didn't he keep his nails, if the nails were longer

His fingertips had already touched his wet eyeballs, but he also tilted his head back vigorously at the same time, even a rookie like Sinloth knew that if he distanced himself like this, as long as he let his eyes off Cynroth's fingers, then Cynroth at the end of the canopy would definitely not hurt him. Sinloth grabbed at his face hard, but only scratched his face to shreds, so there was no real damage at all. The pain had only whipped up his potential, and he had just been slightly pulled out of the tip of the knife to re-enter his chest by dodging Cinnroth's gouging eyes.

Despair inevitably gripped Sinloth's mind, and he had no strength. And his men, I don't know how long it will take to clean up the Normans, and find that their barons are gone. Or rather

I want you to die with me!

[Who will ring the death knell?] It's me, the cow said, because I can pull the yak, I'll sound the death knell. 】

Thinking of this, the broken jar Sinloth suddenly gave up resistance and let go of the hand holding the hilt. The blade more than ten centimeters long pierced Cynroth's shoulder at once, pinning him firmly to the ground. Cynroth grinned and laughed maniacally, enduring the heart-wrenching pain. Sinloth hugged him at once, and the inertia made the two of them extremely close at once. Sinloth raised his head and bit him on the neck, the warm and moist liquid sprayed him all over his head and face, the man subconsciously let go of the knife because of the sudden sharp pain, he picked up his fist and pounded Cynloth's head wildly, each punch was like a hammer, with a roar. The thunder in Xinluos's brain continued, but Xinlos was completely iron-hearted, he knew that there was no hope of survival, and he held the mentality that a bite was a bite, and he refused to let go even if he died.

Sinloth felt him hold the knife and tug hard, but did not pull it out, and then choked Cynloth's neck and did not move.

It's a wound on the neck!

Cynloth felt the crack in my nerves open again, the gas in my chest rushed out of his body like a broken ball, and the suffocation rushed over his head, and the shadow of death seemed to float in front of Cynroth's eyes.

Sinloth's eyes were blood-red, and he didn't fight back, holding his head and biting him the neck, a hard cartilage bitten by the mad lord. A foul smell of hot air sprayed on Cynroth's face, and Cynlos hugged his neck tightly and kept gnawing in. Until you bite an extremely hard bone, you can't bite it anyway.

Sinloth felt his hand slowly stiffen, but it was still strong. Sinlos didn't dare to let go, and hugged his head and gnawed for a long time. Until he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth, and his mouth was stuffed with his flesh and viscous blood and flesh foam flowing down his esophagus into his stomach, Xinlos lay down weakly on the ground, watching the completely dispersed fog and the black night sky reappearing.

[So, goodbye, robin.] And all the birds of the air sighed and wept, and when they heard the death knell, they rang for the poor robin. 】

"54213, is this the farewell poem you gave me? It's so badly written. ”

"Thanks for the compliment."

Sorry, Ellie

Fei Yi stood on a tree in the distance, her bright blue pupils glittering. Such a distance may be far away for ordinary people, but for magicians, it is simply close at hand. The woman looked at Xinluoth's crazy performance and laughed softly: "Ahhhh

"If you die like this, it would be a pity, then I will help you again, with Fei Yi's inexplicable words, she dissipated into the air again, and disappeared without a trace.

"God says you can't die here yet."

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