In the toss on horseback, Akachi had a nightmare that was so familiar that it made him feel creepy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He suddenly became very delicate, his hands and feet were not much bigger than an egg, and if he remembered correctly, he had not met Kruli at that time, and his name was not Akachi......

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After several days of starvation and cold, a seven-year-old apprentice Assassin fell ill. No one knew that his real name was Ekor Ballerus, and everyone called him Knife Ear.

At this moment, Ekko's cheeks were red from fever, and his spirit was difficult to concentrate, which was a very deadly thing in a demon cave like a quenching dagger, because the training would not end. If he tells the instructor that he is very sick or has failed in training, then there is a sack waiting for him, and this sack leads only to death.

As for what death is, Ekor has long learned from her own parents. But he doesn't want to die, he wants to live for revenge. So he hid his discomfort for three days in a row, innocently praying that his body would be back to normal by the start of the next training session. But judging by today's situation, everything is still so bad.

"What are you talking about! Stand over there!"

The instructor's roar exploded in his ears, and before Egco could react, a rough wooden board slammed on his shoulder. The sting from the blow and the stubble staggered and he almost fell to the ground, but he was able to get to his feet on the training ground.

"Go and get the apple on the other side, do you hear me, knife ear?" the instructor yelled at him from under the high platform, and beside him, several imps of his age and skinny bones were numbly waiting for him to finish his training.

The little Assassin Apprentice took a deep breath, he felt that he should be able to complete the next challenge, after all, it was not a test of endurance or explosiveness, he had to be careful not to touch the traps along the way, until he reached the end of the platform. So, it's actually a subject that tests concentration, and elves who are born with a keen sense of perception have always had an advantage in this kind of subject.

Icor settled down and began to carefully pass through the high platform, carefully detecting subtle changes along the path with his fingertips and soles of his feet, avoiding anything if he felt something wrong, and then made his way to the center of the platform.

With half of the way to go, he felt a little tired. He paused slightly, and put the back of his relatively cool hand on his hot forehead to catch his breath. At this time, the instructor who was located below raised his voice again.

"What are you rubbing? What if your opponent is next to you with a bow aimed at you?"

With that, the instructor stepped aside, unlocked the iron lock from a weapon rack, and pulled out a crossbow. Then the man raised his weapon and fired a shot at the wall.

"Listen! That's what you'll encounter in the future. ”

The instructor said to the other children, "If you don't want to die, you have to be smart!"

With that, he raised his crossbow at Eko again. This time, the man was aiming more accurately, and Ekko instinctively turned his head, and the arrow almost grazed his ear and nailed to the wall, and one of his hearts cooled.

This instructor was making things difficult for him, for some reason, maybe just because he was an elf.

Ekor began to rush forward under the crossbow's drive, and the instructor gave him no respite, filling the crossbow's arrow slot with new ammunition with every shot he fired. Ecco only felt her heart tugging with the tension of the bowstring, and then paused at the flight of arrows, unable to concentrate on the training.

After continuing to move forward in a gambling manner for nearly twenty meters, the feeling of dizziness and the growing weight of her body made Ekko inevitably stop again. The end is actually close at hand, and he can hold the apple in his hand as long as he has a chance to breathe, but the opportunity is not what he wants.

Another arrow came at him, and Echo staggered to dodge, but his body was unbalanced due to physical exhaustion, and Echo, who had lost his judgment, took the mechanism with him, and a steel needle shot from the wall pierced his back, and he fell off the training platform several meters high.

The instructor came over and kicked him with a boo, and spat on him after realizing that the Assassin apprentice in front of him couldn't even make a sound.

Within a few minutes, a strong man with a hood came and stuffed him into a sack and carried him away. Echo regained consciousness on the man's shoulder, and noticed her situation. He doesn't know if he's going to be left somewhere to rot slowly, or if he still has a show to entertain others, anyway, the result is a dead end, and if he dies, he can no longer suffer, but at the same time, it means that some people don't have to pay their debts!

For a moment, the two moods of longing for liberation and unwilling to abandon his family feud tore at him, making him struggle weakly, and the guy who was carrying him suddenly stopped.

"Big boss. ”

The sound of an urn ringing in his ears.

"The little thing in the bag doesn't seem to want to die yet, can you open it for me to see?" said the man known as the Big Boss.

Ecco shook and felt himself be put on the ground, the pouch on his head was untied, and a pair of hands pulled him out of the sack and flicked the hair behind his ear.

"It's rare, it's a beautiful elf cub. What's his name?"

"I don't know, they all call him Knife Ear. “

"It's just a scorn for elves, not a name. ”

The man bowed his head again and said, "This way, little thing. From now on, you'll be called Akachi. I saved you from death, how will you serve me?"

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"How am I going to work for you? Krully, what do you want me to kill for you? or do you want to see an elf perform more charms?" Akaki laughed.

He leaned back and laughed until he realized that he couldn't have laughed at Crulley, and when he realized that he had long since lost his name Eko Polleris, the dreams soaked in memories began to dissipate. I saw that all kinds of facilities, all kinds of ornaments, and everyone who had been very real a moment ago melted into the darkness like mist, and finally, all that was left in front of Arkachi's eyes was the empty dark corridor, and he was trapped in it.

Looking at the darkness that even the elves' eyes could not see, Akachi's face gradually lost expression.

"I may have died. He guessed with some pessimism.

"Would Krulley still feel sorry if he knew I was dead?"

The sudden interest stretched Akachi's consciousness outstretched, and he walked through the unknown barriers like a spiritual light, and finally stopped in a familiar place. I saw Kruli lying on a soft stool playing with a ring embedded with a pentagram, as if he was planning something for his underground kingdom.

Akachi retreated from the world he had accidentally entered, and then he found himself back in the infinite darkness, and there was no sound from the "hell" that trapped him except the darkness. He didn't pray for a light to fly out of nowhere, but could it be so quiet that it wouldn't be suffocating?