Yarez swallowed his last breath very unwillingly.

He was a veteran mercenary who had been in the Stormwind Kingdom for almost five years, and unlike his companions who went to eat, drink and have fun when they had money - after all, this is a high-risk industry, and there may be no bones left one day - Arrex is an aspiring young man, in every sense of the word.

Therefore, he has not only been saving money, but also has been trying to improve himself.

However, fate played a very big joke on him, as long as he completed this lucrative black market mission, he would almost save enough gold coins to go home and get married. Obviously, after doing this ticket, he could go back to his hometown to get married, but who knew that after nearly twenty days of hard work, when he was about to harvest, he fell at the feet of the target he wanted to kill.

For this black market mission, which cost 500 gold coins, their team spent almost a week just collecting intelligence. It wasn't until they were sure that the member of House Elam wasn't a mage—a mage might wield a sword, but never wear a piece of armor like chain mail that made it impossible to cast spells—and that they were on their own, and that they had to travel far away, that they made up their minds to complete the task.

In order to complete the mission, they followed all the way from Shining Gold to Lakeside Town, but did not find the right time. There could be many dangers in the wild, and their team of mercenaries had to follow Marcus all the way.

Unlike Marcus, the mercenaries weren't as comfortable as he was along the way.

For ordinary people, whether they are town dwellers or travelers, if they are not in groups, the most convenient thing is to follow the caravan. Everywhere they went, the caravan was likely to come across people wishing to hitchhike while stopping. Caravans are also happy to make a little extra money, whether it's to visit relatives and friends to transport goods or travelers. But these people will definitely not include a team of thirteen big men who seem to have been licking blood for a long time, and even a large caravan of hundreds of people will not bring so many dangerous people who look like a group at first glance.

A man like Marcus can bring his own dry food and follow the caravan all the way with only a few silver coins, and he doesn't have to do any chores along the way, and he doesn't need to help in case of danger - after all, the caravan has guards, doesn't it?

But the hard-pressed Yarez and the others had to go on their own and sleep in the open. In order to act conveniently, quickly, and secretly, they have no way to take on any escort tasks - it is too late and inconvenient, and even if they wait for the right mission, the two missions may conflict.

After such a hard and risky follow-up, he almost lost his goal in Lakeside Town. When they learn that Marcus didn't enter the town at all, but chose to go alone in the wilderness, they curse that the mission target of the countryman-looking mission is dead or alive, but they also have to go out overnight to search for each other - this is the best time to complete the mission.

Who knows, after a painstaking search, they finally found their target, but they were killed as easily as a chicken by the young man who looked harmless to humans and animals.

I haven't been back to my hometown to get married......

After a flash of thought, Aarez's eyes were dark, as he clutched the broken spear.

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Marcus spun around quickly, raising his shield lightly, blocking the throwing knives thrown by the stalker who had climbed over the wall. Then he stabbed the enemy with a backhand sword that had survived for two more seconds because of his companion's arrival.

Unfortunately, the Stalker who is supposed to outflank/support/prevent Marcus from escaping is not as skilled as Shadowwalk, who can appear behind the target.

Even though he was eager to save and had turned on the burst of speed after throwing the throwing knife to rush in as quickly as possible, Marcus still had plenty of time to adjust his stance. He slammed it directly with his shield raised, his sword hanging diagonally, ready to launch a deadly attack.

The opponent nimbly bypassed the shield, but was touched by a sudden sweep. Although the stalker's short sword successfully collided with the longsword, it did not succeed in parrying, and he was knocked back by the behemoth of the longsword and took four or five steps back before he stabilized his body.

Instead of taking advantage of the victory, Marcus swung his shield back. With the crisp sound of bones shattering, the stalker's companion, another stalker, emerged and rolled more than a dozen meters away, the weapon in his hand shattering into two pieces.

Stealth is just stealth, not stealth. Marcus, who has dueled with the game's stalkers no less than 500 times and has killed thousands of people on the battlefield, is not afraid of this kind of low-level stalker at all. Even if you are a stealth master, the stealth performed by the flesh will not necessarily have the flawless standard stealth of the system. When he fought the stalker back then, Marcus was able to shoot the opponent who was close to him casually, although there was a gap between his attributes now, especially his perception ability and at that time, but the opponent was not the top-level stealth of the full-level stalker who had experienced a hundred battles!

Thinking that the night could be used as a wonderful cover, the Stalker who was ready to launch an ambush behind Marcus would pay the price of being cut off by the breath of life. He didn't even need to make up for the knife, and after swinging with all his strength and making intimate contact with the opponent's fragile body under the bonus of the [Heavy Attack] skill and the double bonus of strength and aura, he easily took away the life of the stalker.

"Jerry!" a voice of grief rang out, and it was clear that the slain stalker was familiar with the first stalker.

"Don't worry, it's going to be yours soon......"

Marcus sneered, but his eyes were extremely cold, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly clenched, and he turned around silently, and threw it towards the corner not far away!

Boom!!

A dull cracking sound sounded, followed by the sound of metal crashing. It was clear that the refined longsword thrown by Marcus did not plunge into the wall in the darkness, but instead slammed into some kind of metal and fell to the ground.

At the same time, a figure emerged from the darkness not far away, and quickly took a few steps backwards.

"Your stealth skills are a little better than your companions," Marcus, who had already taken out another piece of equipment from the inventory for the first time after the longsword was taken off, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, "but it's far from Pasonia and Madias, not to mention the top assassins in Ravenhold Manor." ”

"Want to go?"

Marcus spotted the other party's intention to retreat with his keen intuition and observational ability, and then, without saying a word, he mobilized the muscles of his arm, aimed at it, and projected the long sword in his hand again!

"Since you dare to come and kill, then stay!"