Holding the wound on his back and waist, Old Tang shook off the blood that kept dripping from the short spear, held his breath and concentrated, and carefully guarded his surroundings.

In the small cabin, next to Old Tang lay the corpses of three black-clothed assassins in different postures.

Some were pierced through the neck with a short spear; Some had their heads smashed by shields; Even the one at Old Tang's feet was kicked and shattered his sternum, and the broken ribs pierced the internal organs, and the whole person was folded in half into an arch ......

But the strength of the black-clothed assassin was even more difficult than he expected.

Not to mention the ability to stealth and hide, even the fighting skills are quite good.

In a trance, Old Tang even had a familiar illusion in his mind, as if his defensive warriors had returned to the time when they were doing their daily work in Kui Island in the game, but were targeted by a team of thieves who were "hunting" here.

The only good news for Lao Tang is probably that the thieves and assassins have control skills that they hate deeply, but they can't be used because of the huge difference in size and strength between them.

But even so, Lao Tang still suffered a dull loss quietly.

Under the condition of limited terrain, Lao Tang did almost everything he could in the battle just now, but did not finish the whole work, leaving only three corpses. And the price was a bloody gash pierced in the waist.

Lao Tang has no doubt that if it weren't for the difference in height between the two sides, this "backstab" would definitely become a more vicious "throat lock......

If it was just a flesh wound, it would be nothing to the rough and thick-skinned old Tang. Poison that can be smeared on the dagger. The toxicity is a little too overbearing. With the help of poison that violently corrosive. The pitch-black dagger pierced through Old Tang's heavy armor almost instantly.

The proud tenacity and heaviness of the Glory Armor didn't do anything at all, and it wasn't much stronger than a piece of cardboard under the corrosive effects of poison. The poison remaining at the edge of the gap still corroded the armor until now, not to mention the wound on Old Tang's waist.

The wound was as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and the corrosive toxin not only quickly expanded in the **, but even turned the nearby part into a piece of rotten stinky meat in an instant......

For a moment, Old Tang even felt that half of his body had become insensitive, and he didn't listen to his command.

Quickly invoking the power of the sun in his body, Lao Tang even performed five "cleansing techniques" in a row. Five waves of treatment waves that resembled "flashes of holy light" were brushed on the injured area one after another, which barely suppressed the continued erosion of the wound and forcibly removed the domineering corrosive toxins in the body.

Whether it was piercing heavy armor with a poisoned dagger, or injuring Lao Tang, a heroic warrior, with a lineup of ninth-order and three eighth-order assassins with the help of geographical advantages, such a record was enough to be proud of.

"I've already killed three of my helpers. Do you think you still have a chance of winning? ”

Lean your back against the ship's cabin to reduce the amount of exposed area. Old Tang gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and used the death knife on his waist to forcibly remove the inactive carrion on his waist, and then bandaged his wound unhurriedly, and asked with a cold expression:

"With your skills, you shouldn't be a nobody, right? Since you dare to attack me, you might as well report your name and let me kill it clearly. After the province, I want to find the field, but I don't know who to find to put out the fire! ”

There was no response in the empty cabin, as if the assassin had fled and Old Tang was talking to himself without a head.

And Old Tang didn't care about the strange atmosphere in front of him. While letting go of the possible hiding places of the Assassins around the carefully perceiving seekers, he still said to himself:

"Or do you hide your head and tail and dare not speak? It's really hard to ......."

"I haven't heard of any great Assassin organization in the Kul Tiras Navy, well... Let me guess...... MI7 in Stormwind or a co-opted syndicate? ”

While speaking, Lao Tang had already taken the opportunity of "chatting" and "guessing" to almost deal with the wound, although the cutting place under the bandage was still painful, the corners of Lao Tang's mouth twitched, but at least it did not affect the combat effectiveness.

alleviated the hidden dangers caused by the injury, and there was only one opponent left, these two good news made Lao Tang feel good. And the noise on the deck has intensified, and remembering the business of capturing Daillin Prodmore, Old Don has decided not to continue to consume this hidden guy.

Not to mention fighting a stealthy opponent on a terrain with limited strength. It's not a good decision......

As long as you return to the deck of the "Sea Kingship", not to mention a mere assassin, even a dozen old Tang will be fearless. Have the confidence to easily and happily clean them up in one go!

With a metal short spear, he flew several shelves and boxes in the cabin, smashing into the corners where the last assassin might be hiding, and Old Tang urged his senses to look around. He strode out of the cabin with his feet up, as if he was no longer entangled.

"Soft eggs. You're just squatting! Brother, I'm not wasting time here with you! ”

Holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, while the old Tang swaggered almost arrogantly, he did not forget to squeeze and taunt the remaining assassin, hoping to be lucky enough to meet such a stunned young man, and he couldn't help but be provoked by himself, reveal his flaws, and expose his whereabouts.

But even Old Tang himself had little hope for this ridiculous idea.

If bravery is synonymous with warriors, then patience is the motto of the Assassins.

The short encounter has proved that this black-clothed assassin who stabbed himself is by no means an ordinary person, and the old and spicy methods and skills are enough to show that this group of assassins will not be some fledgling rookies.

In this case, how could it be so simple to fall into this "trap" that is not so clever, to be aroused by his own words, and to make such a shoddy mistake?

It's not so much that Lao Tang is designing a temptation, but that Lao Tang is recovering a little verbal cheapness.

But that's how wonderful this world is. Things that often don't have much hope end up happening right in front of you......

Just as Old Tang was cautious. While trying to make his way through the hallway full of traps and thistles, a faint noise suddenly appeared behind Old Don's side.

Without thinking about it, Old Tang turned around, and the short spear in his hand had already spat out like a poisonous snake of the prey found, and stabbed at the source of the sound with a whoosh.

There was no stabbing touch on the short spear, and Old Tang was not surprised. If you find a flaw and kill yourself so lightly, wouldn't the previous hard fight and injury be a joke?

In fact, before he made another move, Old Tang had already guessed the source of the faint sound - disturbance!

It was nothing more than a deliberate attempt by the Assassin lurking in the shadows to interfere with his perception and attract attention. And the old Tang who has already seen through this trick is just a trick, deliberately selling a flaw to lure him into the bait, and bluffing the assassin to show his figure!

Arguably. The old Tang who was bound to take revenge never thought of letting go of this assassin who stabbed him, and his actions and performances were just the product of intrigue and mutual calculations between the old Tang and the black-clothed assassin......

"Ding, huh!"

Sure enough. When the shield in Old Tang's left hand seemed to be inadvertently thrown behind him, a crisp metallic symphony sounded alternately with another sound like piercing and breaking leather. It was the sound of daggers colliding with shields, poison corroding shields......

Immediately after, not far behind Old Tang, there was a cracking sound of broken bones, and the muffled sound of ** hitting the wall of the cabin.

The corners of Old Tang's mouth curled slightly, and he looked with interest at the black-clothed assassin who was injured in the brute force collision and flew out, spurting out a large mouthful of blood and then settling on the ground.

Black hair and blue eyes, black night clothes are covered with dust and blood at the moment. The shield, which had been corroded by the poison, snorted with choking rancid white smoke and fell to the side of the Assassin who was limp to the ground. On the left side of the shield, the Assassin's right arm hung limply to the side, twisting irregularly. It was long since he could not hold the dagger coated with corrosive poison.

How perverted Old Don's brute force is. A certain Minotaur Overseer knows best.

Although the backhand "shield fierce" just now didn't use much effort in order to pursue the angle, it was by no means easy to bear.

Under the collision between the two, although the assassin hurriedly made an urgent action to release his strength, the shield under the blessing of Old Tang's brute force still lightly shattered the bones of his entire right arm at this moment.

The human assassin was only deprived of one of his right arms, which was already a stroke of luck. Otherwise, if the shield hits the head of the man in black......

Kindness... Another broken rotten watermelon!

Injured muscles and bones, even if the strength of the opponent's ninth-order strength made his body strength far exceed that of ordinary people, but if there was no Commandment Priest or Holy Knight with the strength to reach the heroic level, the assassin's arm would at least be considered useless!

Even if you can find a hero-level healer to help, you don't have a year and a half of recuperation. Don't even think about recovering to peak combat power.

Coupled with the internal organs injured after the collision with the cabin, it can be said that the assassin in front of him can no longer afford to turn over the identity storm. Even his life was completely pinched in Old Tang's hands.

Observing this, the smile on the corner of Old Tang's mouth was even worse.

With a wave of the short spear, he cut open the black mask that covered half of the assassin's face, and the next second, a face that made Old Tang feel familiar appeared in front of his eyes.

"Matthias Shore?"

The surprise in Old Tang's tone was definitely not mixed with any moisture. He really didn't expect it. I will see this MI7 intelligence chief in the admiral's flagship car! I even did a fight for no reason!

But. Before he could delve into the conspiracy and reasons behind this, Old Tang was keenly aware of the gleam and banter flashing in the eyes of Xiao Er, who was paralyzed on the ground.

In the next moment, Old Tang's sense of crisis warned again!

A sudden chilling killing machine made Old Tang Mang stab in the back!

There was wind in the back of his head, and Old Tang, who didn't have time to turn around, could even imagine a short sword and dagger stabbing left and right at his two kidneys!

There was one more assassin!

And I didn't even perceive any clues from beginning to end!

This latent ability ...... This forbearance is ...... and the timing of this tricky shot......

Heroic Thieves! (To be continued) Q