(Yesterday there was a system error, and I clicked on the update but it was updated twice.) I have revised the second chapter of the second chapter of the pen and fun www.biquge.info into a new chapter, and this chapter follows the new chapter. It is hereby stated)

Leon's words were not fast, but the sword was extremely fast, and his powerful fighting spirit condensed on the sword, causing the low-grade magic weapon issued to him by Viscount Eric to shine brightly, like a bolt of lightning, and in an instant, it slashed into the air where there was "nothing".

With an exclamation, a gray figure appeared where there seemed to be nothing at first glance, and the light in his hand flashed, and there was a scimitar that emitted a strong magical light, catching his sword.

The two weapons collided, and in an instant, the light of a small sun bloomed, and the violent explosion woke all the scouts up. They are all old rivers and lakes, and their first reaction is to take up their arms and be on guard, but no one comes to help.

Both Captain Ryan and the assassin were amazingly strong. If they join in the fun, not only will they not be helpful, but they will become a burden, and they may drag down the captain.

But they didn't just look stupidly, and one by one they took out their crossbows and aimed them over there.

Of course, they don't expect to be able to really shoot the enemy, but no matter how strong the enemy's strength and psychological quality is, having hundreds of crossbows pointed at him will definitely have some impact on his psychological state.

A clash of masters, a little influence, may be the key to victory or defeat and life and death.

However, they really thought too much, and for Leon, this little bit of influence really didn't mean much. The real problem that bothers him now is how to hide his strength as much as possible while killing or catching his opponent.

He had already recognized the identity of his opponent - Legendary Intermediate Rank, good at stealth and stealth, Leopard Clan, combining these three characteristics. Undoubtedly, he was the first assassin among the orcs, and Altaïr, the successor to the name of the "assassin" of the leopard people.

With his true strength, let alone the legendary mid-tier Altaïr, even if the Templar elder at the peak of the legend was holding the Staff of Imprisonment, he was confident that he would slash it under his sword. However, he is now only a high-level thief and high-level ranger on the surface, and has not yet stepped into the realm of legends. Wouldn't such a man actually kill the legendary Assassin Altaïr? Wouldn't that be tantamount to putting a label on his face, telling everyone that "I have another background, and my previous identity is false"!

This is absolutely not a no-no!

So he was very distressed now, and he really couldn't think of any good way for a while, so he could only try to control the situation and make a look that at first glance he seemed to be a little downwind, but he could still hold on.

Altaïr, on the other hand, was filled with shock. He never dreamed of the target he was going to assassinate. Unexpectedly, he has transformed from a high-level thief who knows some ranger skills to a legendary swordsman with amazing strength!

Although Leon had already concealed his strength, Altaïr, as the number one master of the orc clan, had an extremely clever vision, how could he not see the strength of the other party! Not to mention anything else, every time the weapons of the two sides clashed, he could clearly feel the deep power coming from the opponent's sword. This power is strong and condensed. It's definitely not some burst potential or magic support, but the opponent's real force. The man who has this force. How could it be just a little-known, fledgling young thief!

It is true that Altaïr, as an Assassin, was good at concealment, stealth, poisoning, assassination, etc., but this did not mean that he lacked force, in fact, as the inheritor of the name of the strongest assassin of the orc clan. Among the successive "Altaïr", there were quite a few who liked to kill directly and turn assassination into open murder - this was the case with the previous "Altaïr", and the current "Altaïr" did not like to say so, but he also had enough force to support him to do so.

With the scimitar in his hand alone, he was able to come and go freely among thousands of troops. Cutting the flag is like entering no man's land.

The last time the orcs went south, he once rushed into the human army alone, killing three generals in a row, and finally even the banner of the king of the Eagle Kingdom was cut off from the flagpole by him. If it weren't for the fact that the king at that time did not hesitate to consume hundreds of years of life, prompting the power of the Eagle Sword to slash the orc army to pieces with a single sword, the Eagle Kingdom might have perished at that time.

But today, in the face of this unknown young thief, Altaïr, who has been famous for more than a hundred years, feels that he is falling behind!

It was a vague, uncertain feeling, but it took root in his heart and lingered.

Supposedly, he still has the upper hand, and his opponent can only barely resist with his superb martial arts and sharp reflexes. However, blindly defending is not able to support for a long time, as time goes by, the opponent's endurance and concentration will decline rapidly, as long as the time is longer, the opponent who cannot maintain the current sharp reaction will definitely be cut by him, even if there is any accident or the like, he can leave at any time with the advantage, no matter how you look at it, the situation should be very good.

However, Altaïr always felt that there was something wrong with the battle situation at the moment, and the opponent's attitude and expression did not look like he was barely supporting at all, especially the calmness and confidence shown by the opponent between his moves, which clearly showed that he had taken advantage of it!

Why is this happening? What's wrong?

Altaïr wondered, and quickly made a decision.

Walk!

As an Assassin, he had time to look for opportunities slowly, and there was no need to be brutal. As long as he hides in the shadows and the opponent is in the light, the advantage is on his side. This guy named Ryan can hide this time, but he can't hide next time!

Thinking of this, he nodded secretly, and the knife tightened suddenly, forcing Rien back a few steps so that he could retreat.

But at this moment, Lien's sword momentum also strengthened suddenly, and the scimitar and the long sword collided several times in succession, and the bodies of both of them couldn't help but shake violently, and their movements slowed down a little for a while.

"Shoot!" The other veteran rangers in the scout team immediately saw the opportunity, shouting as they shot the arrows they had prepared at Altaïr.

In normal times, these arrows would not have been taken seriously by Altaïr at all, and even if the ants were in a swarm, he would not be able to do so. But now he had several hard fights with Leon in quick succession, and even though Leon controlled the power of the sword, the force of the shock also shook Altaïr's muscles and viscera, and his reaction was a little slower.

Well, just a little.

But this little bit made him unable to dodge all the arrows, and he could only barely muster up his fighting spirit and try to block them.

At that moment, however, Leon's sword slashed at him again.

(How is that possible!!This guy is actually getting back faster than me?!)

Altaïr was shocked, but in his haste, he had no choice but to resist with his sword.

This time, Leon's sword was no longer varied, but it was fast and heavy, sword after sword, slashing at Altaïr's old power and the embarrassment of his new strength, so that he could no longer maintain his balance, and finally fell behind.

If this is the case, Altaïr may not be able to resist it, but the old Jianghu of the scout team have such a great eyesight, as soon as they see an opportunity, they immediately use their own means, not to mention bows and crossbows and arrows, and some people even took out wands and scrolls to beat the water dogs with their own tracking magic.

Altaïr was distracted by Leon's pressing sword and distracted by the scouts' attacks, and he couldn't help but retreat under his feet. One step, two steps, three steps...... When he took the fourth step, he finally missed and couldn't block a magic missile that came from a dead corner behind him.

This purple magic missile is much larger and more intense than the normal magic missile, and it belongs to the spell unique to the Battlemage series, called "Pursuit Missile". Not only is it more powerful, it's faster, it's more flexible to track – and of course it's more expensive. Ordinary magic missiles are just entry-level spells, but this pursuit missile is an intermediate spell, in terms of the price of scrolls, the price of one pursuit missile is enough to buy a dozen magic missile scrolls, and you can also find some change.

Altaïr's body was shrouded in fighting energy, and the pursuit missile did not really hurt him, only causing him to shake his body slightly, and his feet staggered slightly. But this already revealed a huge flaw, and Leon did not hesitate to pick up the long sword and slash it at the head, as if he had used a one-handed sword as an axe.

Altaïr had no choice but to swing his sword to resist. Just listening to the sound of "dang", Leon's long sword, whose texture was far inferior to his scimitar, finally could not withstand the power of the confrontation between the two legendary powerhouses, and broke off in response.

Ryan's sword is broken?! Altaïr didn't have time to think about it, and with a swing of his scimitar, he was about to seize the opportunity to slash his difficult opponent in the throat. But he swung his sword and saw a sinister smile on his opponent's face.

In the next moment, a tiny, narrow dagger flew out of Leon's sleeve and stabbed Altaïr's eyebrows.

The magic aura on this dagger was quite strong, far above the ordinary long sword. Altaïr hastily failed to defend himself and was stabbed. This time, he didn't even have time to raise the idea of fighting qi defense, he could only watch as the dagger stabbed in front of him, piercing the thin layer of fighting qi covering his body, piercing his flesh and bones, and stabbing deeply into his brain.

In the next moment, the world in front of him was pitch black, and he felt that his entire body had completely lost its strength, as if it had sunk into water.

(Ah, I'm dead...... ）

The legendary assassin who had been famous for more than a hundred years had the last thoughts rising in his heart and exhaled his last breath deeply.

Far away in the sanctuary of the capital of the Orc Empire on the prairie, an old man sitting quietly under a tree suddenly opened his eyes. There was a cold light in his eyes, and he was full of murderous energy.

"What's wrong?" asked an old man next to him who was lying on a stone looking at the stars.

"My student, the modern-day Altaïr, is dead. The old man said in a deep voice.

"It's the time of the Great War, what's so strange about someone dying?"

The old man pondered for a long time, then finally nodded and closed his eyes.

"Let's wait until the war is over, if the man who killed him survives until then......" (To be continued.) )