Among the black-clad Assassins, Akaci's figure stood out, the white coat from Ekko, which was stained with blood, but still made him stand out from his surroundings. www.biquge.info He is like a waterfowl struggling in the dark, and he continues to star in the unfinished play like a light that is about to be swallowed up by darkness at any time.

Most of the people sent by the Quenching Demon Dagger this time were newcomers to the guild who sent them to sharpen their knives. The characters with young faces are somewhat immature in their combat moves, but compared to the guards at the Governor's residence, the Assassin is an Assassin after all. A few stupid adventurers aside, it was much harder for Akach to deal with the combined attack of several Assassins on his own than before.

He was in danger, dodging the fatal blow almost entirely with his marrow-infused assassin instincts and environmental memory, but in the face of a seemingly endless stream of enemies, Akachi knew that his situation was as unwinked as the poisonous spider of that day.

Gradually, he began to feel tired and felt the urge to give up, and he began to think back to the events that had suffocated him, imagining that the man had finally appeared in front of him, ready to fulfill his wish to end everything, and his right hand holding the North Star was hanging down to his side.

Just as Akachi was about to deliver himself completely, an arrow grazed his cheek and hit the enemy who was about to stab him in the back, and the arrow pierced through the eyeball and pierced the skull instantly erased a person's breath, and immediately afterward, several enemies in front of Akachi also fell to the ground in disbelief with the arrow that pierced through his throat.

The sudden turn of events left Akachi confused. Judging by the shooter's silent shots, calm first strikes, and swift arrows, he or she is definitely the top presence among the scouts, but the problem is that the best scouts in d'Stare seem to be all concentrated in the guards, and Akachi has never dealt with the guards, let alone any relationship with the top shooters. What could make one of the best shooters appear here?

Not only Akachi, but also the other Assassins had the same question, and they involuntarily looked at the window, only to see a black figure holding a hunting bow next to one of the windows, but before everyone could see the actual figure, something that rolled to everyone's feet made a piercing popping sound. As soon as the sound passed, a puff of white smoke with a choking smell filled the room.

The smoke-wrapped crowd all coughed and couldn't open their eyes, and Akachi was choked with tears, and this unexpected "crying" made him feel both amused and helpless, and made him more and more curious about who was meddling in his own affairs, and who was preventing him from giving up everything.

"Could it be the fellow elf?" Akachi thought.

To be honest, he didn't believe that Ekor would take the White Sparrow to save him a third time, and it shouldn't be worth the price if he had any secrets, and he couldn't imagine any of those White Sparrows having the qualities of a quiet, calm shooter. Apart from...... She?

Although he still couldn't open his eyes, Akachi sensed the breath of someone next to him, and he suddenly felt his heart beat rapidly in response, and then a calloused but small hand took his wrist. The man who stretched out his hand to him never spoke, only guided him in the direction of the wind, but a warm and firm strength was transmitted through the hand.

Akachi felt as if he had found a beacon in his misguided path, and instinctively followed the man's guidance, and he ran to the window, where he climbed the edge and jumped out with the man without thinking.

The moment he stepped out of the window, the breeze brought with him a vague scent of laurel flowers. Akaki opened his eyes as he fell at a rapid speed that left his heart hanging in the air, and he tried to look around, but suddenly his feet felt like they were being held by something. It wasn't until they landed firmly that Akachi realized that they had just stepped on a bullet net that had been placed on the ground beforehand. It was only at this point that he finally saw the helper who had only taken a few rounds of breaths to lead him out of the encirclement.

She was petite like an elf, she had ochre hair, and her lake-blue eyes were like condensed sky. She always looked at him with wariness, and still did now.

She's Ora, a girl who can't speak but never drags her feet, and now, Akachi discovers that Aura is a scout who is particularly good at erasing her presence, an arrow that doesn't lose her way.

Without delay, Aura pulled out the short knife pinned to her waist, and she pulled open the corner of the net, and then dragged Akachi into the bushes near the outer wall.

"Now that they haven't gotten rid of the threat of the Quenching Dagger, what does it mean to just hide around like this?"

Just as Akachi was deeply puzzled and the Assassins followed, an unexpected scene occurred. Akachi heard a series of screams coming from far and near, and then he saw several "shooting stars" dragging white tails crashing into the courtyard in the same arc. Interestingly, these high-pitched "meteors" did no real damage, bluffing off a few Assassins who had rushed too far ahead, and then went out like fireworks. However, unlike ordinary fireworks, the "shooting star" is extinguished and a spectacular white mist is raised. Everything and all the people in the walls were obscured in the diffuse white mist.

Akaci felt that he was fascinated by this miraculous series of events, and he shifted slightly to see more, and Ola, who was beside him, immediately reached out and tugged at his sleeve. He turned to look at Ora, and the girl shook her head at him.

For some reason, perhaps just because Ola's expression was too serious, Akachi suddenly had the idea of teasing her, and he quickly touched Ola's forehead with his lips, and then quickly turned his head back. Then, he was surprised to find that two figures were rushing out of the mansion in the rapidly dissipating white mist, and their figures and outfits were extremely similar to himself and Ola. The question is, diverting the tiger from the mountain is also a common trick used by the Assassins, how can it make sense for the white sparrow to play such a trick in front of the quenching dagger?

Tonight, however, d'Sting began to perform one miracle after another, as the impostor distracted every Assassin Crulley had assigned to him, just like the real Akaci.