The hatred was enough to drive Kersmoud crazy, but he tried his best to suppress the strong impulses in his heart and did not lose his mind. The composure and fortitude that he had developed over the years was fully demonstrated in this great blow, and became his last pillar in the midst of this incomparable grief, holding him up and keeping him from falling.

He soon realized in his almost uncontrollable grief that the perpetrators of Abt and Keth might have been Serfia or a few minions of the Eternal Night Alliance, but the culprit was the Eternal Night Alliance. Therefore, if he wants to avenge Abt and Keth, he must target the entire Eternal Night Union. And to defeat the Eternal Night Alliance, this is not something that can be achieved overnight, because this enemy is too powerful, even stronger than any country on the continent of Calradia, and it is also hidden in the darkness, like a demon that wanders in the world, dormant for a long time, with countless minions, often killing people invisibly.

Despite the terrible enemy and the fact that he was alone at the moment, he resolutely and courageously declared war on this powerful enemy, the Eternal Night Union, and was determined to fight to the end until he defeated this enemy and cleared this dark and evil existence. Only in this way can innocent and kind people like Abt and Keth truly escape its clutches, and he can truly get rid of the threat from them, so that he will not be involved in the victimization of more innocent people.

Now, he had one more extremely important promise in his life, a promise to Abt and Kath, a promise to be an avenger, a very painful and strong promise. It was something he had to do to make the Eternal Night United, including Sephia, pay for his blood debts, but before, he had to restrain the hatred and grief in his heart, maintain the calm he deserved, and constantly look for the safest way to achieve his goal, because he didn't have many chances, maybe only once.

The road to revenge is long, and he must be cautious in every step, otherwise he may die halfway through. He had to endure and wait for the time to come. If he wants to improve his own strength, he may also need to find some reliable helpers to assemble a team that can compete with the Eternal Night......

Germund stayed in front of the two graves until nightfall, when he stood up silently. The night engulfed everything around Sensed like a black tide, and of course he too.

By this time, two and a half days had passed, and two and a half days before he had promised Jamila that he would go to her in five days, and now that there were less than three days left for him to hurry, it was time for him to set out for Kulau. So, he endured his grief and reluctance, did not waste time here, and prepared to leave here and return to Kulau first.

He untied the horse's reins from a nearby tree trunk, then led the horse and walked out. After walking only a short distance, he saw a fire in the night, and he immediately looked over with alarm, and immediately saw a figure moving in the distance with a torch or other lighting tool. He stared intently at the figure as he continued to take a few steps forward, and the figure seemed to be approaching him.

Soon, the distance between him and the figure was much shorter, and he looked closely, and by the light of the fire, he recognized that the figure was the male villager who had shown him the way during the day, and that the one he was holding in his right hand was a torch. The male villager quickly saw and recognized Korsmode, and immediately raised his left hand and waved at him, apparently greeting him.

After a little speculation, Kersmerd understood why this kind male villager was here—he must have seen that it was dark and did not see Korsmerd return to the village, so he came to him out of concern to see how he was doing.

"Little brother, you should be hungry too, go to my house for dinner, I've prepared your dinner!" the male villager shouted at Kelmer from afar.

Listening to the villager's shout, Kosmerd's heart was moved spontaneously, and he was about to say yes, but suddenly noticed that in the night not far behind the male villager, a strange figure suddenly moved. Eye-catching, "Be careful, there's someone behind!" at the villager, and as he spoke, he immediately rushed towards the male villager's location.

Hearing Kersmer's shout, the male villager immediately looked back, only to see a dark shadow approaching behind him at an incredible speed he couldn't believe, and before anyone arrived, the knife had arrived—a long sharp knife had already pierced from behind him the moment he turned around, and the next moment, the tip of the knife stained with blood had pierced through the villager's chest.

The poor villager didn't even have time to scream, and after glancing at the tip of the knife that had pierced his chest with terrified eyes, he immediately lost consciousness and died on the spot. The torch in his hand fell to the ground, and the night dew was heavy, and when the torch fell to the ground, it was immediately extinguished with a "snort".

By the time Kersmer had rushed over, the shadow had pulled his long knife out of the villager's back and thrust it with a sharp push, pushing the villager towards Kersmer. With his knife in hand, Kersmund slashed at the shadow, forcing it to take a step back, while holding the corpse of the male villager with his left hand.

Germund gently laid the corpse of the male villager on the ground, then quickly placed two trembling fingers into the villager's mid-men.

After confirming that the male villager was dead, Kersmod asked the black figure in a low voice as if he was powerless, "Why did you kill an innocent person like him?"

The black figure seemed to be shocked by the momentum that suddenly erupted from Kersmer, and was stunned for a moment before he sneered and said, "Hmph! In my eyes, there is no innocent or guilty person in this world, only dead and undead. Boy, though you've changed a lot, I still recognize you! And you, do you still recognize me? Do you want me to stick a dagger in your left shoulder to help you remember?"

Hearing him say this, Kersmod couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and quickly looked the black figure up and down by the light of the stars and moon. Immediately, he discovered that the man was covered in a black hood and robe—the same outfit as the treacherous assassins Minder had ever seen. And on the man's chest, there is also a silver pattern, which is unusually eye-catching against the contrast of the black robe and the surrounding night.

Kosmerd's attention was quickly drawn to the silver pattern that made him feel familiar. This Assassin was the same Assassin who had hunted down and intercepted Korsmer in Riva two years ago, a Phantom Silver Assassin of the Shadow Assassin Guild. Kersmer took the initiative to take one of his daggers from his left shoulder, creating an opportunity for him to escape death from the Assassin's hands.

"It's you!" said Kersmeer, whose pupils narrowed sharply, in horror. The thrill of the fight with the Assassin that night was truly impressive. Kosmerd survived at his hands, and still remembers the experience of that night, and still has lingering palpitations.

The shadow assassin maintained a cold tone, and continued to say in his deep male voice, "Haha, remember, don't you? Boy, you were lucky to escape from my hands last time, but this is something that keeps me haunted. Since I became a Phantom Silver level Shadow Assassin five years ago, I have never missed a move, and I have never failed in every mission, as long as I have a share, but I actually let this hairy boy escape from my hands last time, which is a big stain on me as a Phantom Silver Assassin so far. Now, I've finally got you again, and this time, I'm going to get rid of you. ”

"How did you know I was here?" asked Kersmound, bewildered. He was deeply afraid of this ghostly shadow assassin who suddenly appeared near him, like a haunting ghost. Of course, what he feared more in his heart was the assassin's extremely fast attack. Although Kosmer has been working hard to improve his shooting speed in the past two years, he still feels that his current shooting speed is not as fast as this assassin's shooting speed back then, not to mention that after two years, this assassin will definitely improve more or less in terms of shooting speed, and will never stagnate.

At this moment, how fast the assassin was striking out, Kersmod could not imagine, nor could he judge. When the Assassin approached and killed the innocent villager from behind, Minded was nearly twenty feet away from them, and he was blocked by the villager's body, so he couldn't see the Assassin's attack and speed, so he couldn't judge it.

The enemy that Minder fears the most is an enemy like this assassin who is much faster than himself, because his main style of play now - preemptive strike, the most important thing is that his attack speed cannot be slower than that of the opponent. Of course, if it's just a little slower, this style of play can barely be used, but it will be more risky. And if the speed of the shot is too slow, then his preemptive style of play is like looking for death.

"In this world, there is no shortage of people who can afford to send messages, especially for those who can afford to pay a large amount of dinars. From the moment I found out where you were here, I set my eyeliner for you. I'm betting you'll come back here and be patient for that. From the moment you returned to the village, someone rode to the Riwa on a fast horse and told me the news of your return. Then, I can't wait to meet you. Neither later nor sooner, I came just right. Look how attached I am to you!"

The Assassin's face was hidden under the black hood and in the night, making it impossible to see his expression, but others could hear that the more he spoke, the more agitated his tone became, as if some kind of madness that had been suppressed in his heart had been completely released, and I could not easily allow myself to suffer defeat! It was a great shame for me to be run away from my prey by my own prey! But this time you will not be able to escape! I will never allow you to leave here alive!"

"I am not your prey, I am the terminator of you demons hiding in the darkness! You kill innocents indiscriminately, and I will cut off your sins with my own hands! From this moment on, the weapon in my hand is the sword of the condemnation of your eternal night!" said Kosmed through gritted teeth.

The assassin sneered and said disapprovingly, "Haha! It's up to you? What can you do? Two years ago, you crashed into my hands and then ran away, and now you hit my hands again, this time it's a dead end." I don't believe you've grown so much in the past two years!"

"Then you'd better be prepared as soon as possible!" said Kersmed, stepping forward and slashing at the assassin.

The Assassin immediately swung his sword at him, and fought with Cosmod.

At this moment, the night sky above the two of them was cloudless, starry, and a crescent moon hung in the sky like a sharp edge.

In the night, under the bright moonlight and starlight, the knives in the hands of the two reflected a cold light, and the two of them also exuded a domineering murderous aura.

The knife that the assassin held in both hands was a strange long knife, which was much longer and heavier than the scimitar in Desmod's hand, but the Assassin wielded this strange long knife with both hands, but it was not inferior to the speed of Axmoed's scimitar, and even in many cases, he was much faster than Marksmoad's shots.

From the very beginning, Kersmod was unable to take advantage of him, and gradually fell behind. As he expected, the opponent's shot was much faster than his, and it was difficult for him to use his preemptive style of play to deal with the battle. Although his speed was much faster than two years ago, he was still quite far from this assassin.

After the assassin stepped back to dodge a slash from Kersmer, he immediately raised the oddly shaped long knife in his hand above his head and slashed at Kersmer's place at great speed. As he made this attack, he also quickly took a step closer to Kersmord, instantly shortening the distance between him and Kersmer.

Kersmer quickly dodged his swift and unusual vertical slash attack, but the assassin did not wait for the power of the vertical slash to be exhausted, and suddenly moved the long knife to the right with both hands, and then slashed at Kersmer on the left. The rhythm of his attack was extremely clever. He clearly saw that after dodging, the moment when he was about to stabilize his body, he swept over with a fierce knife.

The pupils of Kersmord's eyes shrank suddenly, and he watched the trend of the long knife coming towards him, and hurriedly grasped the handle of the scimitar in his hand with both hands, the tip of the knife downward, and then blocked it to the left side of his neck. With a "dang" sound, the blade of the long strange-shaped knife in the assassin's hand had struck the back of the scimitar in Kersmer's hand, and the place where the knife struck was less than half a foot from Kersmer's neck.

Kersmer's hands were shaken by a strong force, and he couldn't help but feel numb. Before he had time to think about it, Kersmund immediately used the scimitar in his hand to try to break the strange long knife away, and at the same time took a small step back.

"Boy, I think you need a shield, but unfortunately you don't!haha!" the assassin said triumphantly, again to Ke