At this moment, in the Holy City, in the king's bedroom in the palace of David, the royal palace of the Holy City Kingdom, a group of people are gathering in front of the king's bed.

These people were hunched over with sorrow written on their faces, some of them were meditating on the part of the Creation Book about heaven at this time, and some were already weeping.

Dozens of candles burned silently, and the dim light cast on everyone's face, deepening the wrinkles on their faces.

The atmosphere at the scene was heavy and suffocating.

There is no doubt that Abraham Bridges, the king of the Holy City, who is lying in bed at this moment, has returned to the arms of the goddess.

There was a "whoosh" sound, breaking the heavy atmosphere.

Everyone looked back and saw that the man who had run into the dormitory was Sean Sterling, the head of the Hellfire Knights.

Captain Stirling, dressed in fiery red iron armor, burst into the dormitory with snowflakes on his head - and it was snowing again.

"What about the king? How's the king going?! He asked aloud as soon as he entered.

Everyone shook their heads sadly.

With a "plop", Sterling fell to his knees in despair!

He hurried back after receiving the news of the king's assassination, and had been ordered to hunt down the defeated soldiers of the Brown Empire. Although under his leadership, the Knights of Hellfire have captured the heads of tens of thousands of brown-clothed men.

But...... But this is nothing compared to the life of the king!

"Bang!"

Sterling smashed his fist to the ground, his face was full of remorse, and he said bitterly: "It's all my fault, it's me who is eager to seek merit, and I chased too far to help, and I didn't have time to return to help, otherwise how could the king be killed by just an assassin?!" ”

The head of the Blizzard Knights, one of the three major knights of the Holy City State, Walter Barrett, walked out of the crowd, shook his head, and said, "Sean, it's not your fault. The King's guards have done their best. ”

The regimental commander was also one of the main forces chasing the brown-clad men, but he didn't chase as far as Sterling, so he returned quickly.

"Do your best?!" Sterling looked up in anger, "What about Angus, Arlin, Asa, Rod, Kent?" Let the king be assassinated, what are they eating? It's a shame that they dare to claim to be the fifth (harmonious) general of the pro-guard team on weekdays, but at the critical moment, they can't be used at all! ”

Walter smiled bitterly, "Sean, stop blaming them. ”

"Why? This is obviously their responsibility! ”

Walter replied sadly, "They have all given their lives for the country." ”

"What?!"

Sean Sterling's eyes widened in shock, but then he exclaimed, "This can't be! How could an assassin kill five brilliant warriors in a row?! You must be lying to me! ”

At this time, Berg, another leader of the three major knights, walked out and confirmed, "Sean, this is true. The Assassin was so powerful that he first broke through Kent's spear formation and slew him, then slew Angus, Arrlin, and Asa in succession in pursuit of the king, and finally Rhodes led his troops in pursuit, and was also killed by his burst into the formation. ”

Seeing that the two knight captains were convincing, Sterling could no longer believe it.

"What is this? We had barely won a great victory when the king was assassinated. Alas! Walter sighed.

"Who's to say it's not?" Berg shook his head as well.

When the other nobles heard this, a look of discouragement also appeared on their faces.

"What are you guys doing here?!" Sterling shouted angrily.

"Isn't it normal that we're grieving for the king?" Berg asked, with an inexplicable look on his face.

"It's normal?!" Sterling asked in an unkind tone, "The king was killed, you don't think about revenge, what else is normal?!" Are you still considered generals and nobles of the Holy City Kingdom?! ”

Everyone was dumbfounded by his question, and after a while, someone said weakly: "Sean, it's not that we don't want to take revenge, it's really powerless!" We don't even know who the assassin is, how can we hunt them down? ”

"Can't do anything, don't know who it is?" Sterling sneered, "I ask you, where did the assassin go?" ”

"Uh...... To the west, it seems to be going to the Black Forest. Someone replied, "But Sean, the Assassin is probably already in the Black Forest by now, and we will have a hard time finding him." ”

Sterling ignored him and asked, "What does the Assassin look like?" Clothing, appearance. ”

"He was dressed in a strange black leather coat on the outside, and he was wearing the Mingguang armor of the Eastern Continent style on the inside, a lion helmet with a snow-colored helmet on his head, a horse lance in one hand, and a long knife in the other, which was also in the style of Seris."

"To the west, Eastern Continent style?" Sean Sterling pinched his chin and thought for a moment, and his eyes suddenly flashed.

"I see!"

"What do you know?" Everyone looked at Sterling in confusion.

Sterling sneered: "Using the armor and weapons of the Eastern Continent, it means that this person is probably not a brown-clothed man; Heading west, they are approaching another battlefield. I'm sure you've all heard of the 'Nine Kings Assassination Order' from the Pagan Prince McGee, right? ”

"You mean?!"

Everyone's eyes widened. Of course, they had heard of the 'Nine Kings Assassination Order', but they all regarded it as a joke, originally, to assassinate the kings who were guarded by the army by themselves or a few people, this is simply a fantasy!

Sterling nodded, gritted his teeth, and said, "That assassin was attracted by the 'Nine Kings Assassination Order'!" ”

Everyone was in an uproar, they never dreamed that there were really bold thieves in this world, who dared to assassinate the king.

Moreover, he really succeeded......

Sean Sterling snorted, turned and left.

"Sean, what are you doing?!" Walter hurriedly asked.

Sean stopped, glanced back at him, left the phrase "I'm going to avenge the king", and walked out of the dormitory without looking back.

Seeing this, Walter hurriedly chased after him and asked loudly, "As the ministers of the Holy City Kingdom, we should now assist His Royal Highness the Prince to ascend the throne, how can we leave the Holy City without permission at this time?" ”

Sterling pursed his lips, he knew that Walter was playing dumb just now, Walter was much smarter than him Sean Sterling, how could a guy like this not guess the origin and whereabouts of the assassin? This guy deliberately didn't say it, even some of the people in the dormitory, they were ministers and nobles, and they had a natural intuition about the change of power, when the king was assassinated and the dragons were leaderless, the new king was on the throne, and he was obviously able to get a larger share of the political map of the new dynasty.

It's just that this makes Sterling more and more reluctant to be in the company of these people, he is only a soldier, and he only wants to be a soldier, and he is not interested in mixing up messy politics.

"Then you can do it yourself!"

Sterling didn't look back, just lightly left a sentence.

Walter stared at Sean Sterling's departing back, his gaze becoming cold. Obviously, in his eyes, this man has lost the value of use - leaving the Holy City at this time, then there will be no place for Sean Sterling in the new generation of political territory of the Holy City Kingdom.

But Sterling didn't care about that, all he wanted was to avenge the king. He was to slay the Assassin and use his head to honor the ghost of King Abraham.

In a short time he left the palace and came out into the streets.

Due to the war that lasted for more than half a year, the holy city at this time had already turned into a large barracks. Unlike the royal palace, which was full of sorrow, these barracks were very lively at the moment.

Soldiers from other countries drank wine and celebrated the victory in the war, completely ignoring the mood of the people of the Holy City at the moment.

But this is also normal, more than half a year ago, they were almost led by their respective kings to fight with Abraham, the king of the Holy City, and at this time they will be sad that this king was assassinated, then it is called hell!

Sterling stopped in front of a camp with ice cubes on his head.

The still frozen head belonged to Prince Rad, the eastern governor of the Brown Empire, who had been frozen into ice by the war mages of the Brandon Kingdom with a forbidden spell in the final battle this afternoon, and with him more than 3,000 scorn troops.

There is no doubt that this camp belonged to the War Mage Regiment of the Kingdom of Brandon.

The reason why Sterling stopped here was because of his anger at the death of this group of war mages!

That's right, you can't save yourself when you die! If these 5,000 war mages had not continued to chant the forbidden spell and wanted to covet the merit of killing the pagan prince, and they had stopped them, how could the assassins have succeeded?

The thought of the gang now drinking in the camp to celebrate made Sterling almost grit his teeth.

"Want to take Ladd's head to ask for merit and reward? Dream on! ”

Stirling condensed a flaming fighting javelin in his hand and threw it at the man's head!

"Bang!"

"Click!"

The frozen head was instantly shattered, and the few flesh and blood were burned to ashes by the flames of the Douqi Javelin!

After spoiling the good deeds of the foreign mages, Stirling did not hesitate to drive his horse and rush towards the gates of the Holy City.

"Assassin! I will make you pay for the assassination of my king! Sterling said through gritted teeth, staring at the West.