The city of Thales was bustling with activity today, with the streets lit up and the faces of everyone beaming with joy, the women dressed in floral dresses and wild flowers in their hair, the men dressed neatly, and even the guards wore a brightly colored robes over their leather armor.

"Maybe it's a big man in the city celebrating his birthday, these civilians don't know what to be happy about, the big guy's business has a fart relationship with you!" This was the first thought that came to the cripple Novi when he saw this scene.

Once young, he longed for himself to be able to make a career and follow Marshal Thales, but now, who has been smoothed out by his depressed life, he disdains all the big men in Thales City.

In fact, he hated those who were on the high and high, because they had everything and lived in brilliant light, and he was born crippled, no matter how hard he tried, he could not get a single star.

It's not fair!

The cripple stood in the noisy streets, carrying a large leather bag containing a change of clothes, money bags, and some dry food, which filled most of the leather bag, making the bag appear bulging, but this was only a disguise, which made Novi look like a normal traveler, only he knew that many of the hidden compartments in the bag were actually stuffed with a large number of precision parts.

It's all the parts of the Lizardhunter's musket, and when the mercenary instructs him, he'll use them to assemble a powerful killing weapon.

Of course, the pouch is still a little smaller, and it is no problem to hold other parts, but the most important thing is that there is not enough space for the barrel.

But. Novi is a cripple. So he had a wooden staff in his hand. The rod looked exactly like the old tree roots picked up in the woods, and it looked completely unprocessed from the outside, and no one would have thought that the wooden staff in the hands of a cripple would have another mystery, and that the most important parts of the most advanced muskets would be hidden inside.

No one would suspect that Novi was lame, because this foot was so badly deformed that it could be seen at a glance, and everyone who passed by Novi unconsciously looked at him more. Most of the emotions are curious, and some of them will have some cheap sympathy in their eyes.

Novi, who had been a homeless man, had long been accustomed to such a gaze, and neither sympathy nor curiosity could make a wave in his heart, and he slowly walked towards the ambush point that the mercenary had told him with a wooden staff.

His movements were slow, his speed was extremely slow, and with each step, his body writhed unconsciously, as if the weight of his whole body was pressed against the wooden staff in his hand.

All the way out a few hundred meters. Reaching the end of the street, Novi looked back at the small wooden building where he had lived for a month.

The windows on the second floor of the wooden building were open. There was a woman standing by the window, it was the pretty widow, who had given the homeless man Novi a taste of heaven for a month, but alas, he could only live in heaven for a month.

One last look! Then Novi turned into the corner and continued walking.

There were a lot of guards patrolling the streets, and many of the guards looked very uneasy, which made Novi feel a lot of pressure, but the mercenaries told him not to panic, because these guards would never focus their energy on a crippled ordinary person.

The reason is very simple, because in this world, no one will train a cripple, because there are too many young people with a strong posture who want to make a career, and there is no need to spend money and energy on a cripple, which is more than worth the loss.

The mercenary was right, and Novi soon discovered that the guards on the street, although they were a little interested in his image, would only look at him more, but never a second look.

This made Novi breathe a sigh of relief, honestly, he'd been nervous since taking on this damn mission, and if this situation lasted for half a year, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't go crazy.

After walking all the way, after more than an hour, Novi found him standing in front of a three-story wooden building, following the route the mercenary had told him to walk through the streets and alleys.

The wooden door was open, the walls were damaged, the furniture inside was very shabby, and the surface was covered with a layer of dust.

Obviously, the wooden building has been abandoned.

The place was also very remote, Novi looked left and right, and saw no one, just as the mercenary said, he took a deep breath, entered the wooden building, and after entering, he closed the wooden door and tied the latch with a rope.

Having gained a relatively safe spot, Novi's movements immediately became much more flexible, and he immediately picked up his pace and stomped up the third floor.

There is a living room on the third floor, two rooms, one of which is basically empty, there is only a table and a chair inside, and from the window, you can see the great arena of Thales City, and the view is unexpectedly good, as long as the musket is placed on the wooden table, you can easily aim at the gate of the great arena.

Obviously, the wooden table was intentionally placed here.

The mercenary told him that the target would arrive at the entrance of the Colosseum at two o'clock in the afternoon, and that he would simply send a bullet with a lizardhunter musket into the head of the target standing a kilometer away.

Novi knew that the target must be a big man, and this must be a very dirty political murder, but he didn't care, and there was even a faint excitement in his heart.

He sat on the dusty floor, took out the lizardman's parts the same, and began to carefully assemble them.

He was already very proficient in this matter, and in the underground vault, in addition to learning some ultra-long-range shooting, the rest of the time was learning to assemble the lizard hunter musket.

He knows how to assemble it the fastest and make the least sound; He knew how to assemble the musket with its original accuracy; He knows how to adjust the scope after it has made an error.

In the past month, he had become familiar with two things, one was the body of the pretty widow, and the other was the lizardhunter musket.

Five minutes later, the powerful musket reappeared in a small room on the third floor of a deserted wooden building. The cripple Novi didn't stop working, and he continued to tune the musket, trying to get the artifact-like weapon into the best possible condition.

This time, he must succeed!

If nothing else, he wants to leave his name in history. He wants to be remembered by future generations. A cripple named Novi. Do something earth-shattering, hehe.

In a morbid obsession, Novi adjusted the lizard hunter little by little to the best condition, and he set the musket on a wooden platform behind the window, and stared at the large arena a thousand kilometers away for ten minutes, feeling very satisfied.

When he had done this, he began to wait patiently.

It's eleven o'clock in the morning, and there are still more than three hours to go. Novi had time, so he sat down in a chair behind the wooden platform and closed his eyes.

Minutes and seconds passed without incident, and when there were ten minutes left before the scheduled time, Novi opened his eyes and began to observe the road in front of the Colosseum through the scope of the Lizardman's musket.

At this moment, the road has become very lively, crowded with people, it is simply a sea of people. Looking at their appearance, it seems that they are waiting for someone.

All this only confirms the mercenary's words. The person who came was an absolute big shot!

The mercenary's news did not disappoint him, and seven or eight minutes later, an iron fellow supposedly powered by fire and steam appeared, and this iron fellow was suspended on the ground and slowly floated towards the gate of the Grand Arena. There was also a strong man in shiny steel armor with gray hair on top of the Iron Guy, he was smiling and waving at the ordinary civilians, and next to the Iron Guy, a large number of guards appeared, they were vigilantly observing the surroundings of the Great Arena, eliminating potential dangers for the Big Man.

Unfortunately, a thousand meters was too far away, and Novi was hiding in a darkly lit room, and if these guards had not prevented such an attack in advance, it would have been impossible for them to detect the presence of the assassin at the scene of the assassination.

Novi placed the flickering magic cursor in the scope over the waving man's head, took a deep breath, and held it.

"So many people protect you, so many people cheer for you, you have enjoyed all your glory, and I am rotten in the gutter! Let this bullet put an end to all this injustice! ”

At this moment, the cripple Novi felt that his head was unusually clear, he felt that the other party's movements were very slow and slow, and he had an indescribable confidence in his heart, as long as he pulled the trigger, he would definitely hit the target!

It was a wonderful feeling, Novi had never felt it before, but it didn't affect his judgment, and at this moment, the cripple felt that the power of the whole world was blessed on him, and what he did was to let his index finger gently exert himself, and let this majestic force surge uncontrollably.

And he did!

There was a dull 'bang', and Novi was shocked, and then he saw that the head of the man in the scope was gone, leaving only a headless corpse still standing on the suspended iron guy, and the blood spurting from his neck was more than a meter high.

He knocked his target's head off and he died, and Novi felt the mysterious power that seemed to allow him to control the world disappear in an instant, and he was stunned.

There was chaos around the arena, but it had nothing to do with Novi, he heard a voice behind him, it was the mercenary: "Well done, you succeeded, I really didn't misunderstand you." ”

There was no joy on Novi's face: "Don't say it, I know you're here to kill me." Don't worry, I'm not going to run away, I'm already aware of death. Even if I can escape you, I can't escape the pursuit of the mastermind behind the scenes. I'm going to die anyway, so why don't I die with more dignity? ”

"You" The mercenary's face showed a hint of surprise: "Seriously, I admire you. If you hadn't done this, I wouldn't have been willing to do it. Novi, you're a rare talent. ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Novi shook his head: "Tell me, who is the person I killed?" ”

"Marshal Thales." The mercenary answered truthfully.

Cripple Novi exhaled, "Same as I guessed." Originally, he wanted to struggle to see if there was a chance of survival, but after hearing the name, he gave up all ideas.

He turned around and wrote a line with his finger on the dusty table: "My name is Novi, and everyone says that Marshal Thales is invincible. But now it seems that this is a lie. I shot him in the head! Remember, my name is Novi, Cripple Novi! ”

After writing, Novi picked up the lizard hunter musket in his hand, put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, and before shooting, he said to the mercenary: "Don't erase my words, I left them for the history books." ”

The mercenary shrugged his shoulders: "Of course, that's what we agreed on, isn't it?" ”

"Indeed." Because of the barrel of a gun in his mouth, Novi's voice was a little slurred, and he said another sentence vaguely: "But I'm a little worried about you." ”

"What do you say" The mercenary asked suspiciously, and before he finished asking, he heard a 'bang', and the cripple in front of him fired, and his head exploded directly, and the mercenary also felt that his chest was hit hard at the same time, and when he looked down, there was a huge blood hole in his chest, and the blood gushed out, taking away his life in an instant.

"Oh, this raised it!" The mercenary knew that he had been overshadowed by this cripple, and the immense power of the musket bullet not only exploded in his own head, but also pierced his body.

He went limp, and he rolled to the ground.

On this day, Field Marshal Thales, known as the undefeated god of war, died in an elaborate murder shot by a cripple named Novi who, after investigation, was previously a homeless man in the permanent shelter.

The most noble warrior of the human race, a living legend, was killed by a lowly vagabond, and this day is destined to go down in history. (To be continued......)