On the way back, sitting in the carriage, Wren lifted the curtain and looked out, and there were few pedestrians on the road, except for the occasional knight on a horse passing by them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since the fight between Huter and Rice, the law and order situation in Ortlenburg has deteriorated, and the guards have consciously or unconsciously indulged the small forces that have just emerged, turning a blind eye to illegal activities in the city. Not to mention not to hunt down and manage, but even bother to maintain face. In such a situation, everyone who wanted to go to Ortrenburg chose to terminate and quietly watched the situation develop further.

Regardless of what Pulse thinks and how he does it, he has already violated Wren's interests.

If people want to find death, there are many tricks.

Wren, who was thinking about his thoughts, was suddenly startled, and there was no one in front of him or behind him on the official road. There is no one on the left, and no one on the right. A chill quietly spread in his heart, and Blair seemed to sense that something seemed wrong with the atmosphere, and there was a sense of slaughter in the cold air, and a trace of murderous aura seemed to be swept together with the autumn wind, and wave after wave washed the luxurious carriages on the official road.

Blair grabbed the reins, and the horse that was pulled up slowed down, Blair's expression was solemn, and the long sword at his waist was drawn, "My lord, I think something is wrong. ”

Do you still need to say it?

Wren took out the dagger, grabbed it in his hand and played with it, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't care about his safety at this moment, but in fact, he had paid close attention to the situation outside the carriage.

Being assassinated, it was not the first time he had experienced. When he was in the imperial capital, before he occupied this body, as a bystander, he watched as the real "Wren" was injured and attacked, and finally his soul gradually withered and died under the torture of the curse. This time I encountered the same situation, and I was not as disturbed and frightened as I was when I encountered it the first time. He said calmly: "Keep walking, don't stop." You're more experienced than me in combat, so I'll leave it to you. ”

After speaking, he took out a beautiful fire sickle from a storage compartment on the carriage door, saying that it was a fire sickle was actually not right, and the developed magic technology made the world full of traces of magic. The moment this delicate cylindrical fire scythe is drawn, a miniature lava eruption magic array takes effect, and the effect is roughly equivalent to spewing out a tongue of fire. When the lid is detached from the main body, the magic circle on the lid loses the energy supply of the Tiberium spar embedded in the main body, and the magic circle will be extinguished.

The flames that erupt ignite a material made of oilwood on the body, forming a miniature torch. Such magic props are very common, especially since there is never a shortage of similar things around the nobles, and they are also one of the necessary props for nobles to travel.

Wren lit the fire sickle and threw it directly out of the window, there were withered yellow weeds on both sides of the official road, which had already dried up in late autumn, and the slightest spark could be ignited directly. He did this with the aim of getting the attention of Ortrenburg, which was not far from the city gates, two or three kilometers away. Once the fire grows, the black smoke will definitely attract the attention of the city defense army. No matter how powerful the Assassins were, they would choose to leave instead of continuing their assassination missions in the face of hundreds of people and the confrontation with strong bows.

It was imperative that Blair be able to fend off the Assassins' attacks and not let his weak little nobleman finish off before reinforcements arrived.

The carriage moved slowly, and the grass pile not far away was already burning, and a small amount of grass ash flew into the air under the action of the rising hot air. The smoke wasn't too strong, after all, there were too few places to be ignited.

The atmosphere became more and more solemn, and a drop of sweat escaped from the corner of Blair's forehead, sliding down the square forehead and falling on the cheeks, slowly dripping onto the collar. He clenched his sword and stared at the half-man-tall weeds around him, where the enemy should be hiding.

As a fifth-level knight, Blair's combat effectiveness is definitely not bad, and the patriarch of the previous generation also focused on cultivating him as a retainer, and there is no shortage of resources, and the teacher invited a bunch of them, so that he has a very strong actual combat ability. If it weren't for the fact that he was guarding the safety of the patriarch when Wren was attacked last time, maybe Wren wouldn't have had an accident.

In the carriage, Wren seemed calm, but deep down his anger was like a raging wave, and this assassination actually had a precursor, but he didn't pay much attention to it. First, because he basically didn't go out in the City Lord's Mansion, the guards borrowed from the Chamber of Commerce protected the City Lord's Mansion very well. Second, he also has the slightest desire to take advantage of the opportunity of assassination to get rid of some people he doesn't want to see. It seems that they have been planning for a long time, and the Assassins may have been lurking in the city for a long time, waiting for their chance.

It's still careless!Wren puffed his temples and made a secret decision. It is said that the son of a daughter will not sit down, and this kind of thing will definitely be eliminated in the bud in the future, rather than triggering it.

What used to take a few minutes has now been walked for almost ten minutes, and the speed of the carriage is not much faster than that of a person walking on foot.

Just as Blair was starting to get anxious, two spears swished out of the half-man-high grass on either side of the road, and plunged straight into the wheel brackets on both sides. A spear long twisted the wheels, and the carriage was forced to stop, and four Assassins in black robes sprang out of the grass. Their faces were covered with black scarves and hoods covering their heads, leaving only their eyes exposed. They held a meter-long thin sword in their hands, and their movements were agile and nimble, and they completed the encirclement of the carriage almost at the same time.

To say that the carriage of the great nobles is expensive and heavy overall, it is not that the horses can't pull at all, but there is one good thing, that is, it is strong enough, for the sake of safety, the nobles don't mind spending more money to solidify a rock magic array for their carriages. Wren, who was hiding inside, had already locked the doors and windows, and the two assassins behind the carriage did not kick the rear window even a dozen times, so they had to target Blair in front. They plan to take out Blair, the person who is in the way, and then deal with Wren. If you can't drive the carriage at that time, it will sink directly into the river, and it won't make much sense if you can't drive it.

Blair's knight's sword is a one-handed heavy sword, also known as a knight's sword, which is a very heavy weapon. Once this kind of weapon is in the hands of those who have cultivated the battle qi, it is definitely a sharp weapon for killing. Many times the knights would cut their opponents in half, even men and horses, and more or less due to this heavy sword.

But at this time, his opponent is the "Black Priest" who makes many people fearful, it is said that the Black Priest is from the "****", in the Bright Chronicle of the Holy Sect of Light, **** led a catastrophe that wiped out the world, and finally triggered the advent of the God of Light, only to save the catastrophe that was done before. Since then, **** has become the object of everyone's shouting, but whenever someone is found to be engaged in **** activities, he will be beaten and sent to the mining area, and he will be engaged in the most tiring and dangerous occupation for the rest of his life. In the worst case, they were burned alive to purify their sins.

I don't know when it started, **** turned into an assassin organization, no matter who their target is, as long as the money given is in place, they will kill you. According to the ****'s black magic, it is weird and vicious, and their assassination operations rarely miss. It can be said that once you are targeted by the black priests, in principle, you can arrange the aftermath.

Wren saw through the window that Blair outside the carriage was a little embarrassed, and the four nimble assassins circled around him, and they didn't fight hard, and whenever they found an opportunity, they would stab a sword with the thin sword in their hands. They don't pursue the efficiency of killing with a single sword, but constantly add new wounds to Blair. Fortunately, Blair's battle qi cultivation was almost at level six, which was not fatal to him.

Seeing that seven or eight minutes had passed, the pillar of smoke not far away was straight into the sky, and the attacks of the Black Priests became more and more intensive. Wren wanted to help, but he was very self-aware and knew that he would only cause chaos if he went up, so he had to sit quietly in the carriage and silently cheer for Blair.

At this moment, Wren suddenly felt that something was not right, and the shadow under his feet actually stretched out a wisp and climbed down the door and the carriage to the seat opposite. The black shadow became more and more complete, and finally formed a human form, as if there was an invisible person sitting there, who could not see his body, but could see the shadow he left behind.

After a period of numbness in the scalp, Wren took out a dagger and put it across his chest, he looked at the shadow coldly, did not take the initiative to attack, did not panic in defense, just looked at it calmly.

Applause suddenly rang out in the carriage, and the shadows gradually became colorful, and a person slowly emerged from the shadows. The first thing that came to Wren's mind was another well-known killer organization, the Shadow Dancers.

It is said that they are a people abandoned by the gods, born in the deep caverns of the earth*** and feed on insects and rhizomes. Once they are exposed to the sun, they will be disintegrated little by little, just like a snowman placed in the middle of summer sun in winter. Born with a curse from the ancients, this race is unable to bask in the sun and lives in the darkness for the rest of its life. But God has endowed them with extraordinary powers, they can merge their bodies into the shadow of anything, and they can hardly be discovered by any living creature except for the Cult of Light's divine magic to detect evil.

"Yes, at least you're calm, I've rarely seen you so calm, especially when you've met someone like me. Sitting opposite was a middle-aged man in his thirties, if you ignore his identity, he is no different from those down-and-out middle-aged people in the city at this time. He had a scruffy beard, his untrimmed hair was messy like a chicken coop, and he wore cheap linen clothes and no shoes.

Wren smiled slightly, opened his mouth, and just as the other party was about to listen to what Wren wanted to say, Wren suddenly opened the curtains.

Reading more books is still beneficial.

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It's a bit stiff, I can only lower my head to code words, and I also took my pillow. When I woke up, I found that the pillow had slipped away, lying on the ground and laughing at my neck. Neck: Who to sleep with is not sleeping, what do you run?

It hurts all the time when I move my neck a little.,It's only comfortable to look down at your second brother.,There's only one chapter today.,Sorry.。

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