The goose-yellow moonlight has not yet faded, and the east has revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A ray of golden dawn, a ray of red arrow from the morning sun, will send the morning to the earth and the earth.

Wiggins felt dizzy, and before he could recover from his recovery, he heard something suddenly hit the wooden wall next door.

Wiggins' hand pressed against the handle of the triangular dagger, and kicked open the door next door. The scene before him surprised him.

His companion Yoda pinned a naked plump woman against the wall and was about to kiss when Wiggins' sudden intrusion seemed to interrupt them.

Under Yoda's roll of eyes, Wiggins slowly exited the room, loaded his dagger and sword, and walked out of the hotel.

The people in the streets were lazy, and children were running around the streets, as if they didn't know that war with the Virgians was coming.

Wiggins mingled through the crowd, walking through the bustling streets, through several alleys, and through four streets, until he finally came to the crowded gate of the arena, with two guards on either side of the door.

Just as he was about to enter the crowded arena gate, a suspicious man dressed as a beggar quietly approached him from behind.

Suddenly, the bounty hunter disguised as a beggar drew a dagger and stabbed the mercenary with his back to him with lightning speed.

Wiggins leaned sideways and slapped off the sharp dagger in his opponent's hand with his backhand. The panicked assassin turned and fled into the street in front of him.

In fact, from the moment Wiggins left the hotel, he had already sensed the danger hidden around him. It's just that he can't accurately judge where the danger is hidden?

The bounty hunter who had been following him was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to be able to make a move.

Wiggins, perceiving the danger, is creating an opportunity, an opportunity to lure the other side into action.

The appearance of a bounty hunter means danger and the breath of death, in order not to be pierced in the throat. Wiggins needs to figure out what the other party is trying to do, and who is behind it.

Years of fighting had given Wiggins a clear idea of what to do when tracking his enemies, and he quietly followed behind the bounty hunter disguised as a beggar, his left hand already ripping open the holster of the triangular dagger.

Gradually, the beggars marched into the residential areas where there were few people, and most of the people who were working were not at home, but the beggars around them increased.

Wiggins knew he was being targeted by the enemy.

Eradicating people who threaten their lives is a rule of survival that mercenaries must abide by, and it is also a rule of survival that they must abide by.

Wiggins turned and stabbed the dagger into the beggar behind him with his hand on the hilt of the dagger.

A throwing knife flew past his linen coat, cutting through the sleeve in the corner, and the other three beggars rushed up.

It is the habit of mercenaries to always maintain a state that is beneficial to themselves.

Wiggins turned and ran out of the serpentine form, just to dodge the stabbing flying knife, and his right hand touched the iron sword behind his back.

Turn around, bow your head, stab!

Wiggins ducked his head and flickered the throwing knife, and the sword stabbed into the beggar's chest. Then he flew out and kicked a beggar in the nose.

One enemy is never what a real mercenary should do, and the key is to break them one by one.

At this moment, another beggar suddenly emerged from the corner of the wall in front of him, and his arms were tightened around his neck.

Wiggins let go of his sword and kicked his feet on the beggar who rushed at him, and the man behind him fell to the ground with him, and he let go of his hand in pain as he pressed it underneath.

Wiggins scrambled to his feet, turned around and kicked the beggar as he was about to get up, rolled on the ground, and felt his sword.

It was still too close, and a beggar leader punched him in the head, but brushed his ear.

Wiggins, who dodged the punch, hurriedly turned around and dodged the second blow, and the beggar leader pulled out the short knife at his waist on one side.

Wiggins held his sword to block the slash, only to feel that his wrist seemed to be numb.

Another beggar rushed from the far corner of the street, and Wiggins turned and fled to a private house, kicked on the bucket in the corner, climbed over the wall several meters high, and threw the pursuing beggar into the yard next door.

Slipping away, Wiggins is heading towards the hotel where they are staying, and he needs to quickly find his mercenary teammates and find out about the organization that assassinated him so that they can pay for their blood.

On the main streets of the city, from time to time, knights on war horses and armor marched through the middle of the road.

Wiggins has always resented this kind of useless showmanship, and the plate armor is like a turtle shell, imprisoning people.

In battle, it is extremely difficult to perform actions such as twisting the waist and leaning over, what is the use of such armor, can they guarantee that the horse under their feet will not suddenly fall?

Back at the hotel, Wiggins went straight to the second floor, where he walked to Alleyne's door, and the moment he wanted to knock on the door, his raised right hand suddenly dropped again.

The boss was injured, and it was just when he needed peace of mind to recuperate, so he still didn't tell him about troublesome things like this. Wiggins thought to himself. Now that I'm the deputy head of the regiment, it's time to figure it out on my own.

Wiggins thought so, and his actions were making such decisions.

He turned to the door of Manid, the new acting head of the regiment, and just as his hand was about to knock on the door in front of him, the door opened from the inside.

But Wiggins' right hand still touched the object and made a loud noise, only to see his thick fist hit Manid's towering nose bone.

"Oh, my nose," Manid crumbled suddenly, clutching his nose. "Oh, it's, it seems to be broken. ”

"That," Wiggins said, a little embarrassed. "Captain Manid, it was just an accident. ”

"Damn it, Wiggins," Manid scolded, softening the bridge of his nose. "You almost knocked the bridge of my nose off. ”

Wiggins joked with a smile: "Just your pig nose, don't worry, it won't be broken." ”

"What are you knocking on my door early in the morning?what's the matter?" Manid didn't bother to bother with the guy in front of him, and even if he did, he didn't care about the other party.

Wiggins looked around, then put his face to the other's ear and whispered about what happened to him when he went out.

Manid's face turned gray in an instant, and he looked at the other man in surprise, his eyes a little more confused. "Who could hire these bounty hunters?"

"I'm looking for you to discuss how to figure out who is behind the scenes. Wiggins almost blurted out that he couldn't hesitate in this kind of crisis.

"The top priority is to tell everyone about this, so that they try not to go out and wander around, and stay in the hotel honestly. ”

"I'm going to wake them up. With that, Wiggins went to knock on the various rooms where the mercenaries were staying. (To be continued.) )