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Clifford returned to his room with a heavy heart, satisfied with the heavy gold in his arms, but Clifford didn't want to sacrifice too many of his members' lives if he had a choice.

Wealth can make a person's life better, but for mercenaries struggling to survive and die, perhaps the companion who can be entrusted to their back is more important. Even if one day he had saved enough money to quit the profession, he would have to have enough force to defend his property, and Clifford believed that the "old man" was much more reliable than a temporary recruit.

Filled with thoughts, Clifford fell into a deep slumber in a daze. I don't know how long it took, Clifford suddenly woke up from his sleep, and before he could open his eyes, he grabbed the two-handed greatsword beside the bed, and rolled the whole person into the open space in the center of the room. Clifford scanned his surroundings vigilantly with his sword in both hands, but there was no movement on the sidelines, only the light of the candle beating.

The uneasiness in his heart did not decrease, but only intensified, Clifford was convinced that danger was approaching, and as a seasoned warrior, this keen intuition had caused him to brush shoulders with death countless times, and Clifford believed that this time would not be an exception.

The room is limited in size, with a large bed two meters (two meters) in front, a candle on the table on the left-hand side near the bed, and a few meters behind the wall. In the corner of the wall hangs Clifford's half-body plate gold armor, this improved half-body plate armor has excellent protection of heavy armor, but also loses flexibility, suitable for use in a variety of occasions, is the first choice for warrior-type mercenaries like Clifford.

Of course, if the strength and physique are not enough, it is better to use chain mail obediently, but the effect of chain mail against blows and piercing attacks is too poor, and it is not a good choice for fighters who stand at the forefront of the team.

Clifford's bust weighs 60 kilograms, and with his strong physique, he doesn't feel tired even if he wears it all day long, and there is no problem at all. Even so, no one would sleep in such a thing unless they had to, it would be cold and uncomfortable, but now Clifford regretted that he had been careless tonight, and that he could hardly defend himself against the Assassin's surprise attack with only close-fitting leather armor.

What's even more troublesome is that the space is too small, Clifford is two meters tall, and his greatsword is 1.6 meters long, unless he has been standing in the middle of the open space, if he moves slightly, he will be obstructed by objects or blocked by walls.

Before judging the correct position of the assassin, Clifford did not dare to attack at will, otherwise it would be easy for the assassin to get close to him, and the distance between the palm of his hand and the tip of the sword was the safe range of the warrior, once the assassin broke through this area, the survival rate of the warrior in hand-to-hand combat would plummet.

Similarly, the Assassin could not cross the alert at will, and in front of a guarded warrior, the Assassin did not have many opportunities, and once there was a head-on confrontation, the Assassin with high attack and low defense had to consider how much he had to pay to complete the mission.

Clifford glanced inside the room, under the bed, behind him, by the door, or ...... Overhead, the dazzling sword light slashed at the wooden beams like lightning, and the thick wood couldn't resist the huge force and broke apart, and the black shadow lurking above stood unsteadily and wanted to turn over. The man was still in mid-air, and the blade of the sword rushed after him, seemingly only lightly brushing, and a blood mist exploded in the air, and the chest and abdomen of the black-clothed assassin were almost completely shattered, and he fell to the ground like a tattered leather ball.

Clifford didn't care to check the assassin's life or death, because the shadow under his feet had come to life, and in the distorted shadows, a miserable green light came out, poisonous!

Seeing that it was about to stab in, as long as it rubbed a little, the sluggish and paralyzing effect attached to the dagger would instantly reduce Clifford's combat power, and the assassin's stagnant eyes couldn't help but have a ripple. At this time, he only felt a pain in his vest, and Clifford didn't know when, the big sword in his hand was reversed, and his hands firmly nailed him to the ground!

The assassin writhed in pain like a seven-inch poisonous snake, his body was nailed, but his fangs did not stop, and he threw the two daggers in his hand violently, one up and one down, up and down to the crotch!

Faced with the dagger rushing in his face, Clifford instinctively turned his face, and the dagger flew past the tip of his nose, but he couldn't care about the other dagger, so he could only turn around with all his might. There was a crisp sound on his waist, it was a money bag! Clifford carried the money bag with him before going to bed, and it happened to hang on his right waist, which saved his life at this time. The money bag was shattered, and the shining star gold rolled to the ground, still so bright in the eyes of the black-clad assassin who had lost his breath.

Clifford gasped heavily, not knowing if it was because of the fierce battle or because of the wealth that had rolled off the ground. But he soon had no time to worry about it, and the wick of the candle burst, and the light of the fire jumped violently, and it was only before he got used to the figure of the black-clothed assassin, and the originally faint candlelight became dazzling. A figure in a green robe leaped out from behind the candlelight, looking inconspicuous in the candlelight, and by the time Clifford realized the danger of the man, the left breastplate had been pierced, followed by the cloth armor.

His skin was stabbed by the intense danger, and despite his intention to dodge, killing two assassins in quick succession had already consumed a huge amount of energy, and his movements had become a little sluggish. The distance was too close, the two were almost face to face, and the huge two-handed sword had lost its due power, and Clifford's heart was cold, but it was not his style to close his eyes and wait for death. With a fist in his left hand and a fist in his left hand, he slammed his fist into the Assassin's left ear, and Clifford was confident that he would smash the Assassin's head like Chung Mi before he died!

The assassin was not a dead man, and after sensing that the next blow would be a loss, his dagger was imperceptibly deflected, changing from a thorn to a wipe, and the sharp tip of the dagger swept through Clifford's left chest like a swallow in water, bringing up a huge horizontal wound, and the blood immediately stained his clothes red.

Clifford's eyes gleamed with a tyrannical light, becoming more ferocious like a wounded beast, and the Assassin's head was about to burst like ketchup under a pair of iron fists. The two huge fists were like two mountains about to close, crushing everything that stood in the middle, and the wind that brought it up made people even more unstable to stand.

The Assassin followed the force of the dagger, and his body spun around, like a kite in the mountains, and with the light wind drifting by, he suddenly turned to Clifford's back, and the dagger stabbed into the right side of his back.

Clifford knew that his chances were running out, and that he didn't know how many Assassins lurked in the darkness. What worries him especially is that the mage's alarm barrier has not worked, and the mercenary in charge of the night has not issued a warning, and it seems that it has become more and more auspicious.

Before he had time to think about it, Clifford used force under his feet, not advancing but retreating, and the dagger stabbed deeply into his right back, and a strong yellow fighting light erupted from his body, and he slammed backwards. The thin assassin didn't have time to pull out the dagger, let alone resist, and jumped aside with the only remaining dagger. Clifford's feet stopped, slamming straight into the solid wood wall, which shattered from the onslaught of the warriors.

The wooden house had broken its beams before, and it had been ravaged by the warrior's sword, and at this time another wall had collapsed, and finally it could not support the whole collapse. In the midst of the earth-shattering thud, Clifford rushed out of the rubble with sawdust all over his body, leaving the remaining Tsing Yi Assassins alive and dead in the ruins of the wooden house.

Clifford turned, blood running down the wound on his chest and back, dripping on the ground and pooling into a puddle. Still quiet, Clifford looked at the female assassin standing quietly in front of him and began to undress.

He had to undress, and although Clifford was stronger than a cow, no matter how strong a cow was, it would die if it bled dry. It was common for mercenaries to be injured in their careers, and medicine to stop bleeding and heal injuries was always available, so Clifford stripped off his shirt in front of the female assassin, pulled out a dagger and smeared it with hemostatic ointment, and bandaged himself by the way.

Clifford finally had time to take a closer look at the Assassin in front of him, the female Assassin in the moonlight was covered in black leather armor, tall and tall, and was at least 170 centimeters tall. The close-fitting leather armor completely set off her convex and backward proud figure, Clifford swept her towering chest and the bee waist in her hand, and then turned his gaze, no matter how beautiful a woman is, it is not as important as her own life! Especially this assassin who is very powerful at first glance, it seems that she does not want her own life at this time, Clifford thinks that he is not a fool like Dennis.

The Assassin's black scarf was masked, revealing only what should have been a pair of eyes that should have been extremely beautiful, and Clifford thought so because the eyes were full of blood and carnage. Obviously, this was an Assassin of the evil camp, and Clifford had seen quite a few of them. Although the mercenary always deals with a variety of people, he prefers to face the characters of the good camp if given a choice, whether in business or as an enemy.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a choice now, Clifford didn't ask why you didn't kill me or anything like that, since the other party would not have this intention, he wouldn't bother to be bored, it's always good to live a little longer, not to mention that he has other important things to ask.

"What about my people?" Clifford was anxious to make sure his members were alive, "where are my members?"

The Assassin took two steps forward, and his height of 170 centimeters was as small as a sheep standing in front of a bull in front of Clifford, but the truth was the opposite, in front of the Silver (high-level, level 11-15) Assassin, Clifford, who was seriously injured, had no power to resist at all.