The cold voice disappeared into the corner, and now there seemed to be only four people left in the room. Tarrant tried to reduce the amplitude of his breathing and make fewer noises, he scanned the entire room intently, there was silence in the darkness, completely lost the other party's voice, he carefully moved to Adrian's side, according to common sense, the opponent's primary target should still be Adrian.

Time seemed to stop passing, space seemed to be frozen, and for a long time, the four of them maintained a defensive posture, motionless, like four statues, and the other party was not in a hurry to attack, and kept hiding in the darkness, not showing a trace. In this gladiatorial fight, Tarrant's side is waiting for the other party to reveal its tracks first, and then give a counterattack, and the other party obviously does not want to expose itself when they are on high alert, but like a cheetah, first wear down the will of the prey, and wait until the Tarrant side relaxes before attacking.

After maintaining a defensive posture of high alert, Mark's face was covered in cold sweat, and the fine sweat between the tips of his hair gathered into a large drop of sweat, which dripped all the way down his cheeks and landed on Mark's metal boots, making a very slight "drip" sound, touching everyone in the room. Mark's hands had been in the same position for too long, already a little sore, and he paced out a step to change his defensive stance.

At the moment of pacing, a figure quickly appeared behind Mark, stabbing at Mark's right shoulder at a very fast speed, Mark didn't have time to counterattack, and only felt a tingling in his right shoulder wrapped in armor, Tarrant immediately shot back after the opponent's shot, slashed in the direction where the figure appeared, and the opponent blocked the slashing sword with a dagger, jumped back, and disappeared.

Suddenly, a sense of powerlessness surged into Mark's right hand, Mark noticed the strangeness of his right hand, and tried to clench the sword hard to make sure that his right hand was still in a normal state, but found that he could no longer control the five fingers of his right hand, and the whole right arm began to be numb and weak, and the "rebellion" seemed to be hundreds of times heavier, becoming an unbearable weight, Mark could not continue to hold it, and the sword fell from his hand.

Biantris, who was beside him, discovered Mark's abnormality, and held Mark, from the wound on Mark's shoulder, it can be seen that the other party's insight is very strong, the dagger passed through the gap between Mark's shoulder guard and arm armor in the dark, and stabbed directly into Mark's shoulder, but it was only a deep stab, never so much that Mark didn't even have the ability to hold a sword, and the dagger had some kind of magical power. Biantris whispered to the two remaining companions: "His dagger has a status effect, be careful." ”

Mark still wanted to pick up the sword on the ground with his left hand, but immediately his whole body began to be as weak as his right arm, his legs were slowly bent uncontrollably, his arms hung down blankly, and he couldn't use any strength, and he fell on Biantris's body. He tried to open his mouth to tell his companion to be careful, but found that he couldn't even speak, and the air came out of his throat, unable to make a sound. Now for Biantris, it was like carrying a heavy sandbag, which would undoubtedly consume a lot of his body and greatly reduce his mobility, Biantris chose to give up, and he carefully put Mark on the ground.

Seeing Mark's situation, Tarrant immediately realized that the opponent's dagger had a very powerful paralyzing ability, and the strategy of the stalker was not to assassinate them with a dagger at all, but to take advantage of their lax opportunity to cut any small cut on their body, they could be paralyzed, and then left to their disposal, this is a battle with poisonous snakes, and they will die after being bitten.

The bad thing is not only that, the night vision effect that Adrian had cast before began to fade, it has been a long time since they entered the cave until now, the time limit for the spell effect has expired, and soon their night vision will be gone, and at that time, there will be no light in the cave, and their situation will be even more dangerous. Tarrant's patience had been worn out, his morale had been greatly reduced, and if there was no turnaround, everyone would lie down like Mark, he felt breathless, his hands and feet were cold, and the victory of this battle seemed to be far away from him.

Tarrant began to guess, maybe, the stalker is staring at him from behind now, or right next to him, the dagger is in the stalker's hand ready to attack him at any time, it must be so, absolutely, the next target of the stalker must be himself! Tarrant made himself believe that the stalker was about to attack his back, he quickly turned around and swung his long sword at a wide angle behind him, the long sword slashed out and made a sound of breaking through the air, but it didn't cut anything, he was not behind his back, so ...... Then he will definitely come when he hears the voice, behind him!!, Tarrant turned and drew an arc again, but there was still nothing. The effects of night vision were finally completely gone, and Tarrant's vision range was less than 1 meter.

The two sounds of breaking the air made Adrian sense that Tarrant's situation was abnormal, and he whispered, "Stay vigilant, he is waiting for us to mess up." ”

The voice of his companion came from the darkness, as if it was a huge help, so that the fear subsided in an instant, Tarrant immediately realized that he was almost out of control just now, he needed to adjust his feelings, Tarrant took two deep breaths, as a trial paladin, Tarrant had simulated all possible dangers, and had also practiced the method of making his feelings stable, and now these trainings made him reinvigorate. In this environment, you must be calm, you can't be reckless, you can't only use your perception to search for the stalker, Tarrant gave up using vision to defend, calm down, and wait for the other party to appear.

After a long standoff, the stalker still didn't reveal his whereabouts, Tarrant breathed a sigh of relief and asked Adrian, "Can you cast a spell?" force him to show up. The mage nodded slightly, and replied, "Protect me, I'll cast a rocket spell." ”

Adrian began to chant spells, the long-hidden stalker obviously did not want him to cast the spell successfully, and quickly attacked from Adrian's right side, Tarrant caught the stalker's attack intent in time, the long sword swung out to block the stalker's attack route, and the stalker's dagger quickly slashed away the long sword and continued to attack Adrian. Tarrant is protected by armor and has a strong defense against dagger attacks, as long as he doesn't get slashed at his body, he won't hurt much, so he quickly decided to use himself to defend against the attack, he blocked in front of Adrian, picked up his long sword and drew a sword circle, and the stalker rolled sideways, sliding past Tarrant.

The spell didn't continue to chant, and when Tarrant turned around, he only felt Adrian fall on him as if he was unconscious, Adrian didn't say anything, Mu Mu looked at Tarrant, as if he had something to say, but he couldn't make a sound. Tarrant realized that another companion had been scratched by the dagger, and before he could check Adrian's injury, the stalker took advantage of Tarrant's leaning over and attacked again, stabbing Tarrant in the back, Tarrant could only let go of Adrian, rolled around, and dodged the attack, and when he turned around, the stalker lost his trace again.

It was too unwise to check Adrian's injuries now, the stalkers were waiting for him to relax his defenses, Tarrant gave up the idea of using the medicine in the spirit bag to heal his companions, and concentrated on finding the other party, he was surprised to find that the whole room seemed to be only him and the two injured companions lying on the ground, and Biantris was nowhere to be found! Since Mark was injured just now, Biantris has not made a sound, is it... He had been stabbed before Adrian was wounded, and it seemed that he was now on his own to get himself and his companions out alive.

A cold voice broke the silence from the other end of the room, "Aren't you going to give up your resistance, hahaha?" From the unbridled laughter, you could tell that he was sure of victory.

His words made Tarrant see a silver lining, Biantris has not been injured yet, two against one, not hopeless, as long as he can grasp the opponent's next attack. Tarrant abandons all distractions, he needs to make a counterattack plan, a passive resistance like the current one will definitely exhaust in the end, the opponent consumes far less energy than him, such a confrontation is very unfavorable to Tarrant, and he must fight back effectively. In the case that the other party cannot be caught in the dark, the blind counterattack has no effect, you have to let the other party appear first, as long as the first blow can be resisted, the initiative does not belong to the stalker, the other party will definitely dodge backwards and continue to hide, then you don't need to see the opponent's whereabouts, you can capture him according to the opponent's line, Tarrant's plan has been decided, calm down and wait for the opponent's attack.

According to the usual attack method of the stalker, they usually attack from behind, so that the attacked party cannot turn around in time to counterattack, and at the same time, there are more weaknesses in the back, but unfortunately this time the stalker gave up this attack method, he attacked Tarrant from the front, a very close attack, Tarrant was caught off guard, he only had time to lean over slightly, but the long sword in his hand also reflexively swung over.

The deviation of the target's body changed the dagger's original attack route, and the dagger did not stab the gap in the armor, but hit the front breastplate of Tarrant, leaving only a shallow trace, and Tarrant's counterattack did not stab the opponent, this time, the stalker still had the upper hand.

This frontal attack made Tarrant realize that the 360-degree defense angle would also put him under the opponent's knife, and the defense area must be narrowed, Tarrant did not wait for the next attack, and quickly moved to the corner of the room, with his back against the corner of the wall, and bowed to guard the perimeter, so that if the stalker wanted to attack him, he must be from the front, greatly increasing the possibility of counterattack.

The Stalker's patience was also consumed by Tarrant, he had already regarded victory as his own bag, and after being escaped by Tarrant for several rounds, he saw his prey defending in this stance, knowing that there was no chance to sneak attack, so he simply gave up the idea of sneak attack, and he launched an attack on Tarrant from the front, and the dagger was drawn from right to left. As Tarrant wished, the long sword completely held the dagger, and the two colders made a "gege" wrestling sound, Tarrant stared at the stalker in front of him, and roared in a low voice, "Fool who works for the Spirit Sucking Monster!"

"No one is working for anyone, we're all just pursuing our own interests!" the Stalker chuckled grimly, "and the right thing you should do right now is to die here!" The dagger unleashed its sword and stabbed it straight into Tarrant's face.

Tarrant leaned over, let the dagger stab over his head, and then swung out the long sword, with the current distance between the two, the stalker would never be able to escape the range of the long sword, when the long sword was about to touch the stalker's body, the stalker's left hand quickly held Tarrant's right hand holding the sword, and the withdrawn dagger slashed straight down at Tarrant's right hand, Tarrant's left hand rushed out, holding the stalker's right wrist, the two arms crossed and restrained each other, Tarrant relied on the protection of his helmet and slammed into the opponent's forehead, making the stalker fall back and take two steps back。

The stalker, who was continuously frustrated, couldn't stand the counterattack of his prey, and began to become angry and angry, his previous calm was thrown aside, he rushed to Tarrant again, the dagger was not as targeted as before, but stabbed at all parts of Tarrant indiscriminately, Tarrant aimed at the timing, the long sword slashed at the stalker's right neck, the advantage of the length of the weapon made the stalker have to defend before he could make his attack form, and blocked the way of the long sword with the dagger, Tarrant took the initiative of the attack and slammed his right knee into the stalker's abdomen, causing the stalker to stumble and fall to the ground。

From the previous victory in his hands, to the current struggling to breathe, the stalker has become angry and has completely lost the discipline of attack, and the next battle is more like Tarrant beating a bandit who can only brute force, so that Tarrant's whole body can be fully stretched. Eventually, Tarrant kicked the Stalker in the right wrist, sending the magic dagger flying, and Tarrant stepped forward to grab the stalker lying on the ground panting, and lifted him up, "How about we talk about the Psicosphite?"

At this time, the stalker's face was covered with blood, mixed with the mud on the ground, and he looked powerless, he laughed miserably, "In my pocket, what do you want to know ......", with that, his hand slowly reached into the spirit pattern bag, took out a mechanical device, and brought it to Tarrant.

In the dark environment, Tarrant couldn't see what it was, he could only get closer, it looked a bit like an iron clip, Tarrant suddenly realized something, but found that the stalker had pressed the mechanism hard, and a slight strange smell came out, like the smell of feces of some kind of creature, Tarrant couldn't lift the stalker anymore, he knelt down weakly, holding the ground with both hands, so as not to let himself fall to the ground, he coughed hard, his whole body was soft, so that he could only keep his current position.

The other party also fell to the ground, but immediately, he struggled to his feet, staggered towards the dagger kicked away by Tarrant, and smiled: "You have to die here after all, and there is the last one." ”

"Do you still want to fight, it's not very wise," said Biantris's voice, coming from Adrian's direction, "if you choose to hand over the iron and run at once, I can let you go," said the poet in a stern tone.

Hearing this guy's voice, Tarrant was quite pleased, the final victory did not belong to the stalker, Biantris's combat ability would not be worse than the current stalker, but this stalker could not be let go, he still had clues on him, and Tarrant almost used all his strength to say "can't let him go".

Biantris laughed, changing his tone from the stern tone just now, "Tarrant, come on, I'm just kidding, hahaha, I know what to do", and his voice moved in the direction of the stalker.

Although there was not much left of the Stalker's body, he still mustered up his spirits and escaped into the darkness and sneaked again. As if he could see him, Biantris continued to walk in the direction he had just now, and said, "Your current body can't even control your own breathing, there is no point in sneaking, I can hear you", he suddenly kicked forward, and the stalker in the dark rolled to the ground with his stomach in his arms, and the dagger rolled to the side.

"I'll let you die with me," the stalker smiled bitterly and coughed up a mouthful of blood as he reached into the spirit pouch again.

"Boring guy", Biantris stepped forward, his right hand stretched out like electricity and snatched the spirit pattern bag from the stalker's hand, making the stalker lying on the ground open his mouth and stunned in surprise, Biantris played with the spirit pattern bag, "Wow, there are so many Xun irons, and some small mechanisms, haha, it's mine, Tarrant, you don't mind, right?"

Tarrant replied helplessly: "Listen to me." Look at Adrian. ”

"He's fine, I've seen it, but it's just a cut on his leg, but his robe has a big cut, I'm afraid it won't look good when he wears", the poet said in a witty tone, "When you beat him, I had already bandaged the two fellows who were resting, and it was no big deal, it was only a temporary paralysis, and it would be restored in a while." ”

The stalker lying on the ground coughed violently, the early sneaking and being hit in the chest by Tarrant made him exhausted and breathless, and he shouted unwillingly: "It's a pity, I didn't expect that there were still you people in Watt Town, those guard soldiers, I didn't care at all, if I knew that you were there, I would have placed a few more traps at the door, you will definitely die!"

"Tut-tut, there's nothing to be sorry for, you shouldn't think you've won before the battle, it's a big mistake, with your stealth level and trap-making skills, you're a good killer, but it's a pity that you're too strong for victory, so you can't keep calm thinking in the advantageous situation, and you've been beaten by our knights for nothing, and now you have no chance, hehe, I don't know if you mind providing us with some news?"

The stalker looked up blankly, as if he hadn't heard Biantris's question, and after a long time, he said slowly: "I'm really too underestimated, and when you two are left... Cough... I should have thought that I couldn't detect your location at all, you are also a grandmaster-level stalker, and you didn't step on my trap at the entrance of the cave, there must be someone of this profession in the team, it's you... Cough... I should have killed you first!"

His words made Tarrant immediately think that the reason why he couldn't feel Biantris's position at all just now was because he was also a stalker, and his stealth ability should be the same as that of the one on the ground.

"You really shouldn't have said such a vicious thing, you know, your life is in my hands now, haha", the poet laughed, "but then again, I'm not as good as you say, and I'm far inferior to Fredrica in terms of stealth skills, and I sigh to myself that he's like evaporating after stealth." ”

Hearing "Fredrica" took Tarrant by surprise. On the Redstone Continent, there are a lot of armed civil organizations, such as "Shelter Light", one of the most famous organizations, it has been recognized by all countries on the continent as an aid organization, welcomed and embraced by the people, and other organizations are not all welcomed, "Falcon" is one of them, its popularity is comparable to "Shelter Light", but its members are composed of thieves, bounty hunters, trappers, stalkers, etc., their main job is to solve "personal conflicts" for the rich, therefore, The Falcon is not popular in all countries, but because of its large power and the fact that there are some high-level people in each country who do have such a need for cooperation, this organization is tacitly existed on the mainland. The Falcon has three of the most famous figures, one of whom is Fredrica, who is the strongest stalker and the most prestigious leader of the Falcon, but who admires freedom and often wanders alone, and few people know his whereabouts.

At this moment, Biantris talked about "Fredrica", which made Tarrant doubt his relationship with "Falcon", a troubadour, proficient in all kinds of thief skills, thoughtful, and never so depressed that he had no money to buy wine, and so happened to appear in Watt Town at this time, willing to risk returning to the lair with them, the more Tarrant thought about it, the more he realized that there was definitely something wrong with this poet, and the worst possibility was that Biantris was a member of the Falcon, if so, Tarrant was completely calculated. The situation was terrible, and Tarrant tried to get himself up with his legs, but he couldn't exert any strength, and his forehead began to sweat.

The stalker on the ground thought of the same thing as Tarrant, and he still had a glimmer of hope and asked, "Are you a falcon?"

"What do you say?" Biantris sneered, picking up the magic dagger on the ground.