Characters in this chapter: (Iris Harungos), ('Giant's Buster' Tormond), ('The Dark Knight' Ricard), ('Mr. Gnome' Bedway).

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Chapter 015: (Night Raid)

The night is quiet, and everything on the earth falls asleep.

The night was dark, silent and gloomy, only a few stars shimmered dimly in the sky, and the moon did not know where it was hidden.

The wind outside howled coldly, and from time to time you could hear the rustle of leaves in the wind, and the shadow of a big tree was like a ghost, opening its teeth and dancing its claws, making people feel even more chilled.

It was already midnight, but the silence outside was terrible, as if the darkness was about to swallow everything, and Iris did not dare to think much about it, only waiting for the dawn to come!

Suddenly, a dark shadow swept past the window, and the boy took a few steps back in fright.

At this point, Rickard was not in the boy's room, and he was nowhere to go when the boy needed him most.

Iris turned suddenly, only to see a black figure rushing towards him from the ceiling. Beneath the gray-black bat-like garb was a pair of black-gloved hands, holding a dagger with a dark blue sheen, apparently quenched with poison.

Rickard ...... Bearded!" Iris cried out loudly, but a rumbling thunder rang out the window, drowning out the sounds coming from the room. They probably couldn't hear it.

The two little hyenas who were awakened bared their teeth and barked at the black shadow, and if they were not locked in an iron cage, they would have pounced on the black shadow and used their teeth to bite each other. But the shadow only needed a dagger in his hand to slit their throats.

Iris barely managed to dodge in the small room, and in a few moments, the dagger was only a fraction of a second away from taking his life. The shadow was surprised that the boy on the other side was able to dodge the dagger he had stabbed.

If it weren't for the fact that Iris had learned some combat skills during the day with Bearded and Rickard these days, I'm afraid he would have been dealt with by the Black Shadow at this moment. Even if he could dodge once or twice, he couldn't dodge the dagger that stabbed him one or twenty times.

Just for the seventh time, the shadow swung a dagger across Iris's back. The boy felt the hot pain, followed by a piercing pain, and it seemed that the poison had more than just a paralyzing effect.

Iris leaned against the wall, his body barely moving from the pain and numbness, and even if he managed to resist the movement, he couldn't dodge the dagger stabbed by the shadow. He suddenly felt that death was in front of him, and in an instant, he could take his soul.

Am I really going to die? But I don't want to die! Bearded, where have you been, Rickard, why are you not by my side when I need you most?, the boy grumbled inwardly, regretting his cowardice and incompetence.

At this moment, a small red squirrel suddenly jumped up from the corner and pounced on the opposite side and swung a dagger to stab the boy's black shadow, the squirrel's teeth bit on the black shadow's arm, and at the same time knocked down the dagger in the black shadow's hand.

At this moment, like a brave knight, 'Sizz' rushed towards the shadows, saving the boy's life, but at the same time he lost his life. The little squirrel snapped its neck at the angry black shadow and threw it to the floor to the side.

Fighting the pain that almost made him faint, Iris slammed into the corner of the door. Bang! slammed into the wooden wall, and the sound visibly alarmed the Vigians in the next room. He heard the heavy footsteps of the bearded man.

In an instant, the door burst open under Tormond's strong push, and smashed straight towards the assassin's figure, but the black-clad assassin deftly flashed by.

Axe-wielding Tormund stood in front of Iris, and behind him was the new companion, Mr. Gnome, who looked at Iris with concern, but Iris had sad tears in his eyes, his jazz was dead, and he died to save him.

Iris fainted in agony, also because of the pain and the poison in the dagger. Tormund asked Mister Gnome to guard the boy while he took a few steps forward with an axe.

Recard wasn't in Iris's room, where had he gone? Although Tormund was annoyed by this, the main thing at the moment was to solve the trouble in front of him. Tormund turned to the Assassin and shouted, "Who are you?"

The man just smiled darkly, and didn't speak. Seeing that there seemed to be no chance to take advantage of it, the assassin visibly had the idea of retreating, and his body kept moving towards the window.

"He's running to the window!" the dwarf cried out behind him, and Tomund moved his chubby body at his reminder.

But all this is gone, because the appearance of a man breaks the pattern.

"Do you want to go from here?" I asked me first!" I don't know when I was there, but there was already a figure there.

His cloak wrapped tightly around his master's body in the wind and rain, and his low hood covered his face. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his voice told the people in the room—it was Rickard's voice.

Recard and Tormund each guarded the only two exits in the room, and unless the Assassins in the room were able to break through the walls, there was no way to escape.

As the saying goes: a rabbit will bite when it is in a hurry, and a dog will jump off the wall when it is in a hurry. Not to mention the humans, the Assassin put on a posture of fighting the trapped beasts.

"Tell me who is hiding behind you!" Rickard paced slowly at a slow pace, exerting invisible pressure, "Tell me! I'll let you go!"

Destroying the fighting spirit of others with words and actions, not a bad idea. Was he really an ordinary man?" thought Mr. Dwarf, looking at the young knight in front of the window opposite.

"Now that I'm here, I'm going to be ready for anything!, you won't get any news from me!" the Assassin's voice was strange, as if deliberately suppressed.

"Then don't blame me for being rude!" Rickard's tone became cold to the bone.

The room was so small that the black-clad assassin had nowhere to escape, so he swung his dagger to block it.

"Zheng Zheng!" sparks erupted in the small room.

Tormund stared intently, dazzled by the graceful posture and skill of the combatants by the wall. The battle was unlike anything he had ever seen, with two dagger and sword masters wielding their weapons in absolute harmony.

Both of them accurately anticipated each other's movements, countered the other's counterattacks, and walked forward and backward in a battle that did not distinguish between victory and defeat. It's as if they both know each other very well and both predict each other's next move.

Both reacted immediately to each other's movements, and the only thing that made the battle realistic to the onlookers was the clanging of steel and steel as daggers and swords collided together. They move in and out of the shadows, seeking the slightest advantage in evenly matched battles.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, countless sawdust flew away, and several black-clad assassins leaped through the broken walls.

The black swords held in the hands of the black-clad assassins left a faint arc of light as they swung, sweeping in all directions towards Recard, who was fighting the assassin inextricably.

"Danger!" shouted Mr. Medium.

In the nick of time, Rickard lay on the floor and spun around to dodge the incoming blade.

Knock! Knock!

Without exception, the blades of their swords slashed into the air, leaving deep scars on the floor. All this made them unbelievable, and they hesitated for a moment, which gave Tormund a moment to grasp.

"Whew!" he swung his axe in his hand in a roar, sweeping through the room with a wave of might. The black-clad assassin flickered hastily, but the space was too narrow.

"Flutter!" a black figure flew out of the window!

The sweeping axe struck a poor black-clad assassin, and there was a dull thud from his waist, as if the spine had been severed. With such force that he flew into the crumbling wall, which collapsed with a thud.

The black-clad assassins took advantage of this opportunity to leap out of the darkness, and in the dark night when it suddenly began to rain lightly, they stood on the roof and smiled gloomily, as if to laugh at each other's incompetence, or at themselves?

But the Black Assassins seemed to be overjoyed too soon. A glimmer of light flashed in Ricard's pupils, revealing a cold glow......

A swift cold light flashed through the night. It was a throwing knife, a flying knife as thin as a cicada's wings. In the blink of an eye, one of the Shadow Assassins collapsed, and rolled off the roof without even letting out a scream.

In the ensuing astonishment, three more of their remaining seven people fell, and at this time, they discovered that the dead man's waiting room had a throwing knife without a handle.

Fatal with one hit!

The bodies of the black-clothed assassins trembled slightly, and they could have such a high level of accuracy in such a bad environment. The strength of the other party is too much higher than them.

"Worthy of the Ruler of Darkness!" said the leading assassin as he looked at him coldly.

"Who are you?" Recard's voice was covered with a cold murderous intent that even Tormund could clearly feel.

He, what had happened to him, the leader of the assassins did not react, but fled in the distance. "Catch up, and I'll tell you. ”

The remaining black-clad Assassins retreated, but Karn, who had been hiding in a dark corner, never appeared, and after another failed attempt, his figure disappeared into the darkness in anger.

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