"Jokes." When Tiffelle reached out to her, the other party, the pervert, wanted to laugh - how could this dying-looking guy be better than himself. Moreover, when did the assassins of the dark elves kill people and use such a lowish way as choking their necks?

So, she didn't have any defense, and she didn't have anything to look at. I didn't think it was Tiffelle's hidden trump card, and I didn't realize that the distance between her and Tiffel had unconsciously become a little too close.

She only thought it was Tiffelle's dying throes. And for the vast majority of people, the so-called dying struggle, is a derogatory term. It's only one step away from "failure".

And then she died. Strangled to death by Tiffelle. Even when Tiffelle literally choked her neck, she didn't think it was going to happen. But, that's the way it is.

Unable to break free, unable to suppress, the dagger was thrown aside because he wanted to break free of Tiffelle. Her body was pressed under Tiffelle, and she couldn't move at all...... Before choking, she heard the crunch of her throat being crushed. Because of the lack of oxygen, hallucinations followed. She seemed to see everything she wanted, sex, a good life, and pretty guys or something.

It's just that in the end, she suddenly discovers that something bad is that all of those things belong to someone else.

"At least, at least give me a little bit of ......," she said in her throat, barely inaudible.

"No." Tiffelle replied.

After that, she died. Completely dead.

First of all, hallucinogens always work for mentally disturbed guys, as do some visual deceptions. Let the other party relax their vigilance, and shorten the distance between them and the other party little by little when they think that the victory is in hand. This was Tiffelle's first step.

And the second step is to strangle him.

Very simple logic. The assassins relied on superb skill, speed, the ability to navigate through the shadows, and poison weapons. The vast majority of assassins were dismissive of power. It is precisely in this way that "power" can become Tiffelle's trump card. She looks delicate and powerless, but in terms of strength, she can crush almost all the Dark Elf assassins.

That's it. Tiffelle was victorious. She looked at the guy with a purple face who rolled his eyes. After watching it for a long time, I was relieved until I was really sure that she was dead, and then staggered to my feet:

"It's only Wright, and it's only Wright. I'm not going to let anyone. This is...... It's my own...... Happiness. ”

She thought so in her heart, and then continued to reluctantly, continued to reluctantly move in the direction of the battlefield. Walk over, walk over...... Then he fell to the ground with a "poof". I can't get up anymore.

……

Beside the uncle with missing ears, there are dozens of arrows that are enough to shoot him into a hedgehog! So close, so close—Uncle Missing Ears finally discovered something terrible, and that was that the arrows were all real! Although they were not as fierce as the attack of the elven marksman, so unstoppable. However, an attack is an attack.

Uncle Missing Ears, who had taken these arrows as illusions at first, suffered a big loss in an instant - he could clearly see the smile on the face of the elven marksman on the other side, it was the smile of the successful plot.

It seems that this guy has never thought of going head-to-head with Uncle Missing Ears from the beginning to the present - those so-called "illusions" are actually all disguised enemy shooters!

"Kluville !!!!" The earless uncle roared angrily. He couldn't have imagined it. This bastard is actually going to attract foreign help when he fights against himself. This is blasphemy, it is hatred. The blasphemy of abomination and vengeance - before that, Uncle Missing Ears had already fallen out with the elven marksman. But he still sees Kluwell as a qualified, respectable fighter and opponent.

But that's different now. In the eyes of the earless uncle, Kluwer has become an out-and-out scumbag.

This can be said to be bad news for the uncle who lacks ears, and it can't be worse.

At the last moment, the earless uncle stopped running forward. Wielding the twin knives is as if forming an enchantment made of blades around the body. All those feathered arrows were cut off by him.

"It's a little trick that won't bother me, Kluwell!" After this, Uncle Missing Ears roared at the elven marksman—but. Immediately after, the voice of the uncle who lacked ears stopped.

He was hit by an arrow in the back. It was a quick arrow that he didn't have time to reflect.

At the same time, in front of him, the sarcastic smile of "Kluwell" disappeared.

"Ah, so he's behind me." Uncle Missing Ears thought so.

"You're always so confident, Wallenstein, my old friend." Behind him, there was a slight emotion from Kluwell, but more sarcastically, with a thick sarcasm.

"Ah, yes, Kluwell, you've always been so cunning...... Or, you prefer to say it's smart. The earless uncle turned around and looked at the other man. It was as if he hadn't been hit in the back and that arrow hadn't pierced his lungs as Crowell had thought.

"Yes, smart." The elven marksman bowed slightly: "Of course I'm smart...... But I'm not smart enough. If I had been smart enough, I wouldn't have fallen to this point. ”

"You're to blame." Uncle Missing Ears said.

"Ah...... Well, that's not bad if you say that. Kluwer said, "After all, I chose to trust you before this." So, I'm to blame for all this. Behold, what a good conclusion. You might have a jerk talent you didn't know you had. I mean philosophers. ”

"I'm only going to kill people, and I'm going to be honest. I can't be a philosopher. The earless uncle replied calmly.

"Hmph. Who knows. After Kluwer finished speaking, he raised his bow again: "Before that, you must be thinking that this time it can be over, right?" You must think that this time, the nightmare that has haunted me for so long is finally going to leave me. I can finally stop dwelling on the mistakes I made back then. I can start all over again. No longer have to carry the baggage of the past. That's right, right? ”

"......" Uncle Missing Ears didn't answer, just looked at him very calmly.

"Honestly, so do I." The elven marksman said this, and then released the bowstring. (To be continued......)