Seeing the poisonous spider's increasingly annoyed expression as he fell into confusion, Akachi sighed heartily. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This woman is clearly a warrior, but she insists on carrying the work of a strategist. Although it may be unintuitive for her to come to her as an ally, it is indeed the right choice, but unfortunately if the outcome of the negotiation does not meet expectations, she immediately resorts to violence. It's hard for such a person to fight Cruley. And she didn't even think about why the mage left Cambeth and hurriedly withdrew from Dstaing, I'm afraid she didn't know anything about the unsolved case that Deed had left in Dstaing, how could she realize that the high-level mage she was working for was probably a high-ranking defector? And the people and horses taken by the defector were naturally also defectors.

Akachi tilted his head away from the edge of the scimitar, then leaped to the side and said, "Keep an eye on your surroundings, woman!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, several arrows were fired in their direction. Akachi, who was the first to notice the abnormality, rushed towards the carriage, and the poisonous spider, who was a little slower, hooked a mercenary who happened to run to his side to persuade him to block him.

The unfortunate man was instantly targeted.

At the same time, the entire makeshift camp was thrown into disarray, with the horses being shot first, and the mercenaries and Assassins having to use the several wagons scattered around the camp as cover. Some of them poked their heads out to try to figure out which blind ones had dared to attack the caravan the Assassins were pretending to be, and the anger on their faces was replaced by shock when they saw their opponents all dressed in the black guild suits that executed defectors.

Even worse than poisonous spiders, there are many assassins who have not yet determined their position. I saw a few "men" running out despite the screams of the mercenaries, trying to explain something to the people hiding in the woods. Akachi, who was clinging to the carriage, couldn't help but close his eyes when he saw this, and the assassins who ran out of cover were immediately shot and fell to the ground.

The sacrifice of these lives made the rest of the Assassins, who were still disillusioned with the Quenching Dagger, realize that this was a purge that left no room for survival, and in order to survive, the Assassins and mercenaries had to rely on manpower to drag the wagons to build a chariot formation.

Akachi did not take part in this mule-like "work", and after a slight relief in place, he rushed through the crowd of people who were hurrying to meet the battle, and rushed towards another carriage. He knew that he was the only one of these defectors who understood Krulley's mind and knew that he was perfunctory.

Of course, even if it is perfunctory, Krulli will do a great job, and this point, Akachi understood years ago, crying can't move him, and pleading is useless, and he has to find it on his own. Akachi stuck to the carriage again, and he looked around. The situation around the carriage was evidently much worse than where he had been, and one hand was held down by the fallen horses, with only one hand reaching out motionless.

Akachi noticed that one of the rear wheels of the carriage happened to be stuck in a pit, and that one of the mercenaries had been strung with arrows at the back of the carriage like a specimen. Did the man want to go to the back of the carriage and pry the wheels, or was there some other reason why he had to go around the back of the carriage?Akachi drew his dagger and stabbed a hole in the seam of the canopy carriage, and he looked inside, and saw many arrows piercing the walls of the carriage, but fortunately there was no mage he was looking for.

Just as he was relieved and decided to turn around and look elsewhere, a scimitar was pressed against his neck.

"Where do you want to go?"

The murky voice of the poisonous spider Fiel, with a slight gasp, sounded in Akachi's ears. The woman was still barely keeping her head up, but her hair was much more messy than before, and the scimitar pointed at her was stained with blood, presumably the spider had slashed one or more of the Assassins who had come to execute them on the way back to the makeshift camp.

Akachi suddenly smiled and sighed when he saw the frowning brows of the poisonous spiders, the clenched teeth from time to time, and the blood stains leaking from the sleeves of his clothes.

"Ah, as much as I love to have a beautiful woman with me, I'm afraid I won't be able to go anywhere if you keep me attached, and certainly won't be able to rush to the mage's side to be a vase before it gets dark. ”

"You're going to protect that mage instead of killing him, but he's teasing us all!"

Hearing the poisonous spider's questioning, Akachi let out an exaggerated laugh again.

"It seems like you're a little smarter than most people, but you're not smart enough. ”

He gently pushed away the poisonous spider's blade and continued: "Whether to protect him or kill him depends on the situation, don't forget, our mission at the moment is to escort this person to Mufa City, if we leave him now, then we are guilty of defection." ”

"Meaning, we just keep sending the mage on his way and treat those executioners as impostors?" Akachi clapped his hands appreciatively.

"You're going to have to help each other when I'm dealing with Crulley, don't you count?"

"We elves have a lot of promises. Akachi replied with a sigh.

The shadows of the trees in the forest grew longer and longer in the dim light, and by the time it was dark and the bows were out of order, a hand-to-hand battle between the executor and the defector would be inevitable.

After looking at the increasingly gloomy sky, and staring at Akachi for a while, the poisonous spider slowly lowered the scimitar after snorting coldly. She turned her head away, then suddenly raised her voice and shouted to the people around her, "Those executioners are all impostors! Their target is the mage, if you don't want to be buried with him, cheer up and guard him, it's going to be dark!"

Hearing the cry of the poisonous spider, the assassins who were inexplicably given the title of "defectors" found their way again, and the original complaints were everywhere, and the group of people who were passive and fighting began to regroup, but a few surviving mercenaries were terrified because they found themselves in the assassin's den, but fortunately, one of the best things humans can do is to deceive themselves.

After a while, the defensive line constructed by the carriage consciously began to shrink towards a certain point, and seeing that the situation gradually returned to order, the poisonous spider glanced at Akachi in a high-profile manner.

"It's nice to have a little power in your hands, isn't it?" she sat down on the ground against the carriage, then held out her left hand toward Akachi.

Akachi replied, "Then you have to protect this hand even more." ”

After speaking, he grabbed the left arm of the poisonous spider and looked at it, only to see that a cut was made on the outside of the woman's forearm, and the blood flowing out of it turned slightly black.

It seems that the poisonous spider is really unlucky, after all, only a few assassins with minor status in the guild have the right to use poisoned weapons.

Akachi neatly picked open the bloodstained sleeve of his coat with his dagger, and after finding the wound, which was not too big but had become hideous due to the attack of the poison, he did not hesitate to bow his head and suck the wound, then spit the dirty blood aside, and continued the previous step.

In order to avoid the blood flowing back too quickly, the elf's posture was very low, almost kneeling on the ground. This made the poisonous spider a little embarrassed, she originally only wanted the other party to help bandage the wound, but Akachi provided a service she didn't expect.

As if moved somewhere in her heart, the poisonous spider inexplicably picked off the elf's hat, she stroked the elf's soft side face and said with some regret: "You are actually not suitable here, when you get to Mufa City, you don't go back at all, just let me tell Kruli that I killed you, right?"

Akachi smiled silently, and he used his dagger to cut off a section of the lining of his own garment and began to bandage the wounds of the poisonous spider.

Realizing that Akachi had once again rejected his suggestion, Ferll only shook his head helplessly this time. As an Assassin, she understood the pain of a lack of choice, and if Akachi insisted on going back to Dstin to get back to get everything she deserved, she would have no fun to deprive the elf of his remaining choice......