"What is your purpose, young Mr. Assassin. ”

After careful inspection, Bliss was able to realize that the person in front of him was much younger than he had imagined, and there should be nothing in the Royal Fortress to attract Assassins, could it be that he was coming towards him?

"If I say I just want to leave, would you believe me?"

A smile hung over Gordon's lips, as if he didn't care.

"Don't you want to answer? I hope you can stand the torture in prison. ”

Bliss let out a long breath, then slowly opened his eyes, putting all his energy on Gordon, the sharp blade ready to strike.

He didn't understand what this assassin was thinking, he didn't kill an important target first, and he didn't run away immediately after a miss, as if he wanted to use that ridiculous Hidden Blade to have a head-to-head duel with him.

Rush into the center of the enemy and face off with a dagger and a knight's sword?

"You attacked my mine. ”

He suddenly remembered Benoit's description of the attacker, a professional killer who used smoke to move, and every movement was deadly, that was the assassin.

"So what?"

"Actually, you've gotten me in trouble, and I hope your knife will match your confidence. ”

As soon as the words fell, Gordon saw a dazzling light in the eyes of this pampered man, and the long sword in his hand was like lightning, coming with a strong killing intent. Wrapped in an unstoppable momentum, it pointed directly at Gordon's neck.

But Gordon didn't retreat, the so-called one inch long and one inch strong, one inch short and one inch dangerous, what he wanted to win was not by opening up space, he had to rush up to fight and enter his own attack distance.

Clang!

The knight's sword was fierce, but it could not cut through the equally hard gauntlet.

Briss, who had also been through countless battles, could see Gordon's intentions at a glance, and his steps changed, and he tilted the blade sideways and slashed at the latter's head with swiftness.

Not good!

Gordon cursed, and then a donkey rolled around and dodged the attack, then stared at Briss deadly.

The person in front of him was really not at the same level as the pirate he had encountered, his sword was too fast, and it was fierce, with a tight attack rhythm and defensive moves, which were not at all comparable to those pirates who relied on ferocity and desperateness.

"You're a Templar?"

In today's development of gunpowder weapons, the only countries that can maintain the combat skills of the cold weapon system are the Templars and the Assassin Brotherhood, except for countries that do not have large-scale gunpowder weapons.

"Do you finally realize? ”

After the initial fight, Bliss almost instantly figured out Gordon's reality, whether it was the ability to control the battle situation, or his own speed and strength, he was far from reaching the level of a good assassin, what was particularly lacking was that he had no killing intent in his eyes, and no faith at all.

An Assassin without free will is not even a true Assassin, just a captain with decent combat effectiveness?

This is a guess based on Gordon's shoes, which are thickened with cowhide, non-slip, waterproofed, and expensive.

Gordon had to make a quick decision at this point, as the fortress was not far from here, and if nothing else, the soldiers might already be on their way.

Two smoke grenades exploded on the solid wooden floor, and his figure disappeared into the smoke, the assassin, after all, the hunter in the dark, and what people feared.

"Ahem~Ahem~"

Bliss coughed a little, and even felt tears in his eyes, which was completely different from the Assassin smoke grenades he had encountered in training, and he could only try to find traces of the enemy.

A snow-white blade swept through the smoke and silently headed towards Bliss's vital point.

Captain Gordon now has no intention of subduing his opponents, and that is to seek death.

The air flow set off by the assassination was keenly captured by Briss, and when the Hidden Blade was less than two centimeters from his neck, one of them turned sharply and lowered his head, and then slashed in the direction of the blade.

Click~Touch!!

Gordon ducked at the last moment, and the coffee table at his side was split and smashed in half.

But that wasn't the end of it, the Assassin's smoke could no longer stop Blis's battle instincts, and with a vague sound and air flow, he locked onto Gordon's position and launched a rain of onslaughts.

Blis's swordsmanship is the Silver Cross swordsmanship, which is summarized in the concise and extreme murderous swordsmanship after the Crusades, which is mainly suitable for legion combat, the attack is unstoppable, but it requires a lot of physical strength, and the instant burst of lethality is enough to be invincible in a single head-to-head duel.

This extreme swordsmanship combined with the knight's sword that was good at slashing made Gordon feel painful, and each slash smashed on Gordon's gauntlets, and the power transmitted seemed to break his bones.

Flutter~

A smile appeared on Bliss as the sound of the blade cutting flesh came as he felt his blade become heavier, the weight of blood.

And on Gordon's face, a long scar was pulled from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbones, bleeding incessantly.

He gritted his teeth, and this time, he really felt that death was so close, even close, that he would become a one-eyed captain.

"Is this the true strength of the Templars?"

There are such terrible people in any port, and how many such people are there in the whole world?

Bliss's strength had already made him want to quit, and now that the Jackdaw had left safely, there was no need for him to continue fighting. All he needed to do was get out of here, hide among the two thousand men, find a way to get out of here, and find a boat to Nassau.

And Serena, he had to stop Serena from continuing and get her out of here.

"Are you going to run away?"

The smoke had cleared, and Bliss caught Gordon's wandering gaze, which was looking for a way out.

"I think we'll meet again. Gordon said this, and pulled a row of arrow-shaped darts from his waist, some towards the incapacitated governor, some towards the remaining candlesticks.

"Sure enough, it's the style of an assassin, despicable enough. A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Bliss's mouth, and then he pulled up the remaining half of the round table table and blocked it in front of the governor.

Many of the candlesticks were cut off, and the flames were accompanied by hot wax on the curtains and carpets, and there was a great tendency to get out of control.

By this time, Gordon had escaped through the window, but he did not leave, but hid in the shadows to catch his breath.

His scimitar was still in the kitchen, and he couldn't just leave it alone, because for a long time, he couldn't find a weapon to get his hands on.

The gauntlet has been smashed and deformed, stuck in his hand, and it took a lot of scrap to take it off. It was at this time that the brigade rushed into the governor's palace in the rain, and the flames were extinguished.