Probably after the four scout teams of the Dzhukarin troops disappeared in a row, the rest of the people also began to fidget, maybe for other reasons, anyway, when Ding Zhu found this team, in fact, the remaining three people were not in the same place.

The first thing she found was a very vigilant F-level target, this ordinary soldier realized that something was wrong as soon as he met Ding Candle, he didn't even want to fight Ding Candle, he turned around and ran, however, it was not the first time that Ding Candle had encountered this kind of target that turned around and ran, and after easily solving this target, Ding Candle was even a little puzzled, is it a wonderful tradition for the soldiers of this unit to run when they see people?

After harvesting the spoils on the corpse, Ding Zhu began to walk in the direction where the ordinary soldier was about to escape, she believed that the soldier just now did not flee to find another person of the same level as him, but must be to find someone who could be stronger, this person must be the swordsman.

It turned out that Ding Zhu's guess was very accurate, along the direction of the ordinary soldier's escape, she walked for about five minutes, and she had already seen a faint fire in the dense forest, and walked into it, this is a fairly hidden cave, a bonfire is being lit in the cave, and the dusk fire she saw outside is coming from the cave.

Ding Zhu didn't get too close immediately, she wasn't sure how many people there were in the cave, if both of them were there, she thought she needed to adjust her attack plan, after all, she was already a little scrambling to deal with two F-class targets, and if she had to deal with an F-class target and a swordsman who was significantly higher than the F-class target at the same time, she would probably die herself.

The cave was quiet, so quiet that Ding Candle almost thought that there would be no one else in the cave, until she was about to leave, when she heard the sharp and piercing sound of metal and rock rubbing against each other, although the sound was not loud and did not last long, but it was still keenly captured by Ding Candle.

Bowing her head and pondering for a while, Ding Zhu left the current hiding place, went directly to the edge of the cave, and climbed directly to the top of the cave along the vines and plants that grew on the edge of the cave, and after squatting there quietly for a while, she reached out and took out a tabula rasa dagger directly from the package, and threw it towards the stone at the edge of the cave.

"Bell!" There was a crisp sound, which was particularly harsh in this dark night.

"Who!" Before the sound of the crunch had gone away, a man in chain mail was seen quickly emerging from the cave, with a long saber at his waist and a row of words on his head.

Swordsman of the Djokarin Troop.

There was also a gray font underneath the typesetting, reminding her that this was also a mission objective that she had to kill.

E-class target.

The moment the swordsman just walked out of the cave, the long sword at his waist was already unsheathed, and his movements were clean and neat, without any feeling of dragging mud and water, giving people a sense of sharpness from the surface.

Sure enough, it was an E-class target, and the aura that emanated from the body alone was much more dangerous than an F-class target.

It was just a moment when the sword was drawn, and Ding Zhu had already made a simple evaluation of the swordsman standing under the entrance of the cave.

In the face of such an obvious E-level target whose attack power has increased a lot, Ding Zhu will definitely not look for death directly on the front, so if he can defeat the opponent, it is still less, if he is directly crushed by the opponent, how embarrassing it must be!

It was to avoid this embarrassment that Ding Zhu climbed to this position.

Of course, she knew that in medieval culture, humility and courtesy were all virtues, and the two armies had to take into account whether the other party was unhappy when they were fighting, let alone two people fighting, it must be positive, and her practice of sneaking up from behind has always been despised.

Who cares, though?

Black cats and white cats, as long as they catch a mouse, they are good cats.

For Ding Candle, the result of the task is the most important, as for whether the process is gentlemanly or not, whether it is in line with the spirit of chivalry or not, it is her business.

There was nothing special around, the swordsman looked around vigilantly, and soon he spotted the dagger that had landed at his feet, it was a very familiar dagger.

Bending down slightly, the swordsman saw the family crest engraved on the dagger—a half-sized rose, which was the emblem of the Djokarin family!

This is the weapon worn by ordinary soldiers in their own squad who went out and went missing!

The swordsman was shocked at the moment, and he quickly straightened up, and when he wanted to carefully search for what happened to make this dagger appear here, he heard a small sound from his head behind him.

Turning his head suddenly, before the swordsman could see clearly what the sound was, a dark shadow had already fallen from the sky and crashed directly into him.

Even if he is a well-trained swordsman, even if he is a warrior who reacts quickly on the spot, when he encounters such a thing that is completely beyond the scope of understanding, he is afraid that he will be confused.

What's more, this unexpected situation is immediate, heavy, and irresistible.

Ding Zhu looked at the swordsman who was pressed to the ground by herself and was still struggling to prepare, and sighed silently, the plan failed, she forgot that she was a man now, and she was also a Western man who was not too short in height.

Such a weight is not at all comparable to that of an oriental, no more than 160 centimeters tall, and a thin woman.

Originally, in Ding Candle's thoughts, she wanted to jump directly from the top of this cave, ride on the shoulder of the swordsman, and then use the dagger in her hand to stab the major artery in his neck, so that not only can the other party be solved neatly, but also will not consume too much physical strength.

Who knows, she completely forgot who she is now, and she can only cause the current result.

Forget it, even if he sat on the ground like the other party's Taishan, Ding Zhu could only convince himself embarrassedly, although the process was slightly deviated, but the result was still within a controllable range.

The long sword in his hand shimmered with the cold luster of metal in the dark cold night, Ding Zhu raised the long sword in his hand with both hands, quietly looked at the swordsman who was suppressed by himself, and then stabbed it hard.

Instead of hearing the kill prompt that she should have remembered, Ding Candle was hit heavily on the forehead, and such a violent attack made her brain go blank for a while, and her body fell backwards completely uncontrollably.