The thought of being able to kill a Rohmon who would probably become a prominent nobleman in the future made Diss tremble with excitement. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

What could be more exciting than the obliteration of a 'genius' with your own hands? Maybe add the other party's illustrious surname?! And a life of hard work and hardship, seeing that it is about to be rewarded?

Hehe, let me wipe out all your hopes with my own hands! Dis's pupils flashed a perverted scarlet.

After fully preparing this time, he came again with full enthusiasm and began to carry out the unfinished task last time, and this time it was really foolproof.

It's been more than ten days since the last attack, but the entire small mound castle still looks like there are only two or three big cats and kittens, depending on the situation, the unknown client has an absolute advantage in the struggle in the family, although it is just an inconspicuous concubine, but among the nobles, the family members were attacked, not to mention revenge, and even the soldiers who were in charge of guarding around them did not have one more, which can already explain all the problems.

Dis plans to intercept and kill the target on the way out, although the client behind him has a good tacit understanding with him, but as a senior killer, he knows the ugliness of human nature and the shamelessness of the nobles, and he must leave enough way for himself to retreat.

Storming the castle and killing a member of the nobility will undoubtedly cause him a lot of trouble, and it is not ruled out that after the mission is completed, he may be killed by an unknown client, throughout Dice's long career as a killer, similar things have not happened before.

He crouched on the branch and watched the castle gate quietly, waiting for the time when the door would be lowered.

Suddenly, with a creak, more than one hole in the broken wooden gate was finally slowly opened.

A pale-complexioned, ordinary-looking teenager slowly walked out, followed by two guards. The three of them walked towards the woods on this side.

As soon as Diess saw the young man's face, a sudden anger rose in his heart.

"Boy, you really came out!" Dise smirked and slid silently down from the branches, blending into the woods.

It's time to hunt!

Rohmon had a cross-iron sword and quiver around his waist, and a longbow on his back. Wearing a black archery ring on his hand, he was walking alone towards the woods.

He was followed by two guards, but he persuaded them to return, and these were the only two guards he still obeyed, and the two elderly guards, who were close to 40 years old, were the only inheritance left to him by his deceased mother.

Rohmon had already ordered them to flee for their lives, and stayed in the castle for more than ten days, but there was no news from the family in Loren City, and he knew that he had been abandoned since he was a child.

Perhaps this kind of thing was really common among the nobles, and Romon walked quickly towards the Black Forest, and there was no hatred in his heart.

His father, whom he had not seen a few times since childhood, was old, and it seemed that he could not survive this cold winter on the mattress, and the struggle between several brothers who were qualified to become the head of the family in recent years had reached the time to reveal the mystery.

And looking at this posture, before the final result comes, they are planning to carry out a big sweep, and no one wants to fight hard, but the fruits of victory are easily picked by others.

Sometimes Romans feel that the so-called aristocratic heart is no different from the beasts in the forest, and that a person's life is nothing more than hunting and being hunted.

A sense of coldness suddenly hit, and Rohmon didn't have time to think about it, and rolled forward to hide.

With a snort, an arrow shot right into the spot where he had been standing, half of the arrow sinking deep into the ground. As long as he is a little slower, it will be the life of wearing a gourd.

"It's you again" Rohmon felt a familiar sense of immediacy, and suddenly recalled the last time he fled in embarrassment, and an extremely aggrieved anger rose in his heart.

"Aren't you worried that you will be silenced when the matter is revealed? Or maybe you really think that unknown brother of mine can let you live after you've completed your mission. He shouted, trying to distract his attacker. He quickly got up and hid behind a tree. Then, as he had done countless times in practice, Rohmon took off his longbow and drew a white feather arrow with his backhand.

The bowstring was jumped straight, and the black metal surface of the white feather arrow reflected a dark color, and even a faint fishy smell, which was obviously coated with poison.

Rohmon tensed and listened carefully to the movements around him. "Die!" He quickly exposed his body and let go of the bowstring with a snort. It quickly retracted again.

The white feather arrow turned into a white line and instantly pierced into a cluster of bushes not far away, but no sound came, obviously it didn't hit the other party.

The pale Romon's eyes unconsciously flashed with flames, and even in this case, he did not intend to give up. It may not be possible to fulfill his mother's last wish, but he still wants to live.

Enter the Black Forest, take advantage of the environment, escape from the watchers and pursuers, and live incognito! He wants to live~~

Instead of stopping, he grabbed an arrow again and rushed forward. Run around in an S-shaped course.

Immediately behind him, there was the sound of hurried footsteps. The other party caught up.

With a sneer, he fired another arrow with his backhand, and Rohmon jumped sideways into a downhill place.

Rolling down the slope a few times, throwing away the quiver and longbow, Romon drew his sword with his backhand.

In the sound of metal rubbing, he was stained with the mud that had melted with the snow, and his face was cold in embarrassment.

"Archers? Then try hand-to-hand combat! Rohmon grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and the green muscles in his hands flare. All his martial arts came from the two guards left by his mother, although he couldn't learn any advanced martial arts, but whether it was bow and arrow, or swordsmanship, close combat or something, it was very even.

There is no way, the conditions are limited, Rohmon can only do the best he can.

Footsteps from above were rapidly approaching.

He took a deep breath, his whole body tensed, like a hidden viper, and his eyes were fixed on the slope above.

The footsteps grew closer.

Romon's grip on the sword grew tighter and tighter. The body is crouched under the slope.

The sound of footsteps stopped abruptly.

Romon's eyes narrowed, and his whole body jumped. The long sword in his hand went to the top of his head.

A dark shadow descended into the air, and was then repelled by him.

【Success!】 There is hope of winning]

If you can win, you can live, feeling the strength of the transmission, Romon's face couldn't help but flash a flush, and he quickly took small steps to maintain a strong distance from the attacker, so that the other party did not have a chance to shoot arrows with a bow.

But what makes him feel uneasy is that in the face of his pressing steps, the other party seems to be a little too calm?!