The two of them silently walked through the jungle in the darkness of the night, and felt to the location of Lucille's camp, where the fire could already be seen in the middle of a hill. They stopped to rest for a while, a gust of wind blew, Medanzo sniffed and whispered: "This is the meat aroma of the manticore, they went hunting in the swamp during the day, and came back at night to barbecue and eat, and they lived quite comfortably, it didn't look like they were fighting at all, it was just an outing!"

Amon suddenly turned around and asked solemnly, "In your heart, you have always been filled with the urge to take risks and the desire to create unknown miracles. We're definitely taking a risk this time and we're going to do a miracle as well, what do you think about that?"

Medanzo pressed his hand to his chest and said: "God Amun, you really know me too well, and bringing me to carry out this mission is completely in line with my heart! My blood is almost boiling, full of enthusiasm and desire, but my heart is extremely calm, waiting for your order. ”

Amon nodded: "Think about the possibility of failure and be prepared to deal with it before you start, and once you really act, all you can think about is how to achieve success." If we do succeed this time, it will be an incredible adventure, and if you witness, experience, and complete all of this, it may be an opportunity to break through to the seventh level of achievement. As I have said a long time ago, this is a sublimation of the power of the heart, which can only be understood but not spoken. ”

Medanzo nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "According to the results of your personal investigation a few days ago, there are about eighty guards around the king, how many masters do you think there are among them?"

Amun pondered, "If you can become the king's guard, at least you are a mid-level samurai. There are strict regulations on weapons and equipment, and they must meet the requirements of honor guards, and they are all uniformly distributed, which should be quite good, but the main thing is that they are majestic and good-looking. ”

Medanzo: "How many do you think there are great sorcerers and great samurai?"

Amon: "It's hard to say if you're in the royal capital, but the current situation is special. As far as I know, there are four ninth-level great magicians on both sides of the main battlefield, and the elite masters must be on the front line, so it is impossible for too many people to accompany the king to this safe rear to hunt. The main force of Enriel's legion was also led away by us, and it is impossible for Nakano to be without a master in the big war, the captain of the guard in charge of the king's camp here must be a great samurai, and there may be a great samurai guard by Lucill's side, as for the great magician, there may be one, there will be no more, these forces are already quite strong. ”

Medanzo subconsciously moved his shoulders and said in a low voice, "God Amun, can we deal with it?"

Amon: "We are already here, we will face it no matter what, and it is naturally impossible for the two of us to win when we fight against them, but my purpose is only to hold the king hostage, and King Hati will be our bodyguard." ”

After saying this, Amon stuck his staff on the ground, reached out and took out his divine bow, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you ready?"

Medanzo also replied in a deep voice: "Ready, you can do it." He drew his sword, stepped out of the shadows of the trees, came to a prominent place on the hillside, under the starry sky, and looked up at the starry sky, pressed his hand to his chest, and said to himself, "God Amun bless!"

Amon couldn't help but wonder, "Why are you looking at the sky and summoning my name? I'll stand behind you!"

Medanzo also smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm used to it." ”

While talking and laughing, Amon stretched out his bow and arrows, and plucked the bowstring as fast as a wheel, and the arrows flew one after another in the night sky towards the king's camp. The trembling bowstring and the flying arrows barely made a sound, no one could describe the strangeness of this archery, the speed of the first arrow off the string was obviously not very fast, while the arrows shot later were getting faster and faster, the arrows needed to fly some distance from the hillside to the camp, Amon shot fifteen arrows in one go, almost simultaneously hitting the target.

The King's Guards would never have dreamed that someone would sneak through the battle line and suddenly and silently attack His Majesty's camp, who would have the audacity to do so?

The king's residence seemed to be heavily guarded, but the guards' mentality was quite lax, and they only maintained routine vigilance. There are strict rules for the night guard duty, and the position of the post must meet the requirements, and each guard must be within the sight of at least two other guards, forming a cross-monitoring state to prevent people from sneaking up and pulling out the guard. If something unexpected happens, the entire camp will be alerted quickly.

No matter how strict the rules are, people need to enforce them, and if someone occasionally wanders, looks at the ants on the ground, looks at the stars in the sky, or turns their heads and sneezes, they will also be out of the cross-monitoring state in an instant. At this time, one of the guards was in a daze, probably because he had eaten too much barbecue at night, and couldn't help but burp, handed over the shield and the pike gun to one hand, reached out to rub his stomach and looked down.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and an arrow flew from the dark night, piercing through the breastplate and inserting into the foreheart, and the shaft of the arrow with the tail feathers was still trembling. His eyes widened as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world, and he stared at the half-cut shaft of the arrow on his chest and wanted to open his mouth to shout, but he couldn't make a sound.

This arrow hit the body, with a strange impact of the shock and open, his whole body, including the Adam's apple, could not move, but did not feel that the wound was very painful, there was an itchy and crispy feeling spreading, and then the body became cold again, and it gradually became hot in the cold, and he couldn't even move a little finger.

The guard's hand involuntarily let go, the spear and shield fell to the ground, and the man fell limply to the ground, and the armor and weapon made a soft collision sound. The sound was not limited to this one, the sound of weapons falling and guards falling to the ground came from the positions of the various sentry posts on this side of the camp almost simultaneously. The poisoned arrows shot by Amon are clusters of arrows made of scorpion tail crochet, which can not only kill people in an instant, but also make people unable to cry out for help with their strange power.

But the sound of guards falling to the ground and weapons and armor clashing was beyond Amon's control, and such a big movement must have alarmed the other guards in the camp. I heard a shout: "There are assassins on the mountain!protect the king, the guards will come with me!" A samurai with a disheveled head rushed out with a group of guards without even putting on armor.

This person is the captain of the Praetorian Guard of the temporary camp of the King of Hatie, the seventh-rank great warrior Aluka, who was rewarded by the king at the dinner, drank a few more glasses of wine and fell asleep, and suddenly heard movement, and the great magician Celia beside the king also issued an alarm in time. He took his sword and rushed out with his guards without even putting on his armor, and as soon as the soldiers looked up at Medanzo on the hillside in the distance, they heard a sharp roar that pierced the night sky.

Amon stood behind Medanzo, and he could see clearly in the shadows from above, and he knew that as soon as the fifteen guards fell to the ground, they would definitely alarm the people inside, and there would definitely be a character like the captain of the guard who would rush out. As soon as Aluca's figure appeared, he unleashed an arrow of incredible power.

This time, it was not a poisoned arrow, but a heavy arrow just made of horse leather, with a surface of immersion silver and engraved with the pattern of the magic array. The arrow reached Aluca's eyes before the soldiers on either side heard the sharp whistle that pierced the air.

After all, Aluka was a great samurai, and when he rushed out, he was on guard, and he reacted in a hurry, and he shouted loudly and slashed out with a heavy sword in both hands. The deafening sound erupted with a dazzling burst of silver light, and several soldiers around them were swept to the ground by the concussive air waves. Although Aluka blocked the arrow, his figure was knocked out of the way, and he smashed a tent backwards, roared and spat out a mouthful of blood and jumped up, apparently injured.

Amon made an arrow with all his strength, which made the unprepared Aluka suffer a lot of losses, and his figure disappeared in the darkness, leaving only the majestic Medanzo standing in the most conspicuous place on the hillside. As Aluka flew upside down and knocked over the tent, more soldiers rushed out of the camp and ran in formation towards the hill, and before they could reach the people, a dozen arrows were fired at Medanzo with a sound that broke through the sky.

Medanzo didn't dodge, he rushed down the hillside with a long sword in his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "I'm Medanzo!"

The arrows trembled when they hit the scorpion shell armor, and a swarthy scale light rippled on the armor, and the arrows fell to the ground one after another. The ordinary arrows shot by ordinary samurai were not strong enough to penetrate the protection of the scorpion shell armor, and the impact was also scattered by the defensive effect of Medanzo's magic magic.

In such a stunned manner, he had already rushed down the hill like an arrow from a string, and it was too late for the Praetorian guards on the opposite side to throw a shuttle spear, so he could only raise his weapon in melee combat. The guards were horrified in their hearts, this assassin was absolutely insane, he dared to attack the king's camp alone, looking at the momentum was definitely a great samurai, but no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't be stronger than the king's guards!

Medanzo doesn't care so much, he just wants to make as much noise as possible, and the best effect is to attract the great magician and another great warrior around the king, so as to cover Amun's surprise action in secret. He wielded a long-handled heavy sword in his right hand, and the sword also had the strange effect of distorting space, scattering rifts, and bursting energy, and in his left hand, he pulled out a snake tooth blade, and there was a terrifying roar that hit the soul between the slashes.

As soon as he rushed into enemy lines, Medanzo cut down seven or eight Praetorian guards, and he had never been so imposing. These people are all mid-level warriors, and their weapons and armor are also quite good, but the lethality of Medanzo's short blade and the protective effect of the scorpion shell armor are too good, not to mention that he is not only a sixth-level warrior who has reached the peak, but also has the peak mana of a sixth-level magician.

Medanzo almost didn't rush into the camp, but the king's janissaries were not vegetarians after all, and after cutting down seven or eight people, he immediately made an earth-shattering loud bang with his right hand, knocked out a shuttle gun fired from a distance, and took half a step back to parry the cross attacks on the left and right, and the great samurai Aluka, who had just been knocked away, had already rushed up with a battle axe.

(To be continued)