Section 39 What a beautiful scimitar

In the tent under the mound, a figure woke up, William pushed away the arm that was pressed on his body, sat up, put on his belt sandals, and lifted the curtain and walked out of the tent with the "Autumn Water Broken Dream". August in the Northland was still very hot, and the sound of insects and birds in the wilderness should be endless, but at this time the surroundings were silent, and after a while Phinea was awakened, but since following William, the female half-giant's danger instinct seemed to have decreased.

"William, what's ......?" Phinea asked with a confused face, but William stopped him, and he explained in a whisper: "Shhh

Phinea nodded and walked into the little girl's tent with the Thunder Frost, and then came out with the sleepy-eyed little girl, followed by the elf Elf, escorted by William to the dwarf's underground cave, and when Phinea and the others entered the cave, William pulled out his blade and disappeared in the shadow of the tent.

A wanderer approached the tent of the forge with the help of an obstacle in the wilderness, and although he did not think that anyone here would find him, the wanderer still maintained a habit of caution, which had saved his life more than once, and he could no longer remember how many of his more powerful companions had died because of the enemy. The Wanderer's silent boots could absorb the sound of footsteps stamping on the ground, but the sound of touching broken branches or rocks could not be eliminated, and he gently avoided all objects that could make sounds, and walked through the clearing of the forges like a nocturnal forest cat.

The tents of William and the others were set up in a ventilated clearing by the river, and the cool breeze from the Miral River could dispel the irritating heat, and the wanderers did not make any effort to break through the tents, but bypassed the tent and tried to enter through the curtain. This extremely tough adventure tent can withstand the destruction and bite of ordinary beasts in the wild, so that the adventurers inside have time to prepare for battle or escape, but against some "weak civilians", the stalker can not test the toughness of the special canvas that can almost withstand the bite of a wolf.

When the wanderer approached the tent door curtain and tried to break down the door, he found that the door curtain was open, and he laughed at this group of hillbillies with disdain in his heart. He scornfully reached into the tent and drew his venomized dagger to prepare—there was no one!The wanderer was startled, and he glanced at the tent with a faint starlight, his natural dim vision allowing the wanderer to see clearly what he needed attention.

William's shirt, the messy bed, the wanderer touched the place where his master had slept, and although the temperature on the bed that had been blown by the night breeze was barely palpable, the experienced wanderer could still sense the difference, and the owner had just left. The infiltrator's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and he felt someone behind him, but before he could react, a cold feeling penetrated from the back of his head, accompanied by a hot burn, and a sharp pain that had never been felt before instantly spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but try to moan and scream, but the sharp weapon that penetrated from the back of his head had already penetrated his mouth.

With a hoarse, low howl, the wanderer with blood spurting from his nose and mouth fell to the ground and spasmed, but it was his brain that had been destroyed. William kicked the infiltrator on the ground a little strangely, William's surprise attack in his previous life was tried and tested, and no one has ever been able to make a sound after being successfully attacked by himself, are these otherworldly humans all monsters.

Decale and his men waited at a distance for the wanderers who had gone to reconnoitre, but the wanderers never returned, and he finally got impatient. "Damn bastard! I'm going to kick his head back in the asshole when this is over! All of them rushed into the forge quickly and silently, except for Decale, who was also wearing silent boots, but he didn't have the stealth skills of the wanderers.

As they approached the tent, a faint smell of blood came over them, and the wanderers who rushed ahead quickly made a quick gesture, and everyone suddenly stopped, and two of them slowly sneaked into the tent. Decale, who came up, scolded in a low voice: "This shitty bastard! Damn it!" he thought that the wanderer who had infiltrated first had already killed the people in the tent (the loiter had really wanted to do this), and if he was discovered by the other party, it would be impossible for him not to move at all, and Decalle could not have imagined that there would be an even more terrifying and murderous hunter who was preparing to kill them. The wanderer on the far side suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and then in severe pain he found himself flying in the night sky, and then before he landed, he saw a figure that was slashing at his companion with a terrifying two-handed scimitar, and several heads also left his body and flew up, and then he lost consciousness.

Seeing the two night raiders enter the tent, William knew that the other party would soon find the bodies of his accomplices, and that the enemy would definitely start to be alert, so he decided to take the opportunity to kill a few more before the other party was alert. The knife followed the person, and in an instant, William beheaded four people, and four headless corpses spewed out several feet of blood mist from their necks, at this time, the surviving night raiders had discovered the anomaly around them, and the two wanderers who entered the tent also ran out in panic to warn: "Kamili has been killed!

But it was too late, and William, who didn't have time to behead again, placed the autumn water shattered dream sideways by his side, rushed forward and slashed one person again, and cut the lower abdomen of the other dodge, and the intestines immediately flowed out. The two mortally wounded guys let out an earth-shattering scream, as if they had been kicked to pieces, and the one who was cut in half then lost his breath, but he was killed by severe pain, and the disembowelment screamed and tried to scoop up the intestines on the ground, and was relieved of the pain by the sword of his companion beside him.

William ducked into the shadows and tried to lurk again, but he failed, a bright light emanated from him, and the enemy caster marked him, a practical little spell, although not lethal, but the best choice against the lurker (although William's lurking was on his own hiding skills).

Since there is no way to assassinate again, let's fight face to face! William turned around, held up the "Autumn Water Broken Dream" that had just drunk blood with one hand, and took a deep breath to prepare to attack. Although the killing just now only lasted for a short time, so short that they didn't have time to think and be afraid, seeing the murderer in front of them clearly still made all the night raiders gasp.

The slender and tall body, the cold and ruthless eyes, the muscles revealed in the upper body of ** seem to be breathing with the heartbeat, and a straight scimitar with ice blue, if it was nothing in their eyes before. But after the scene just now, this tall figure made everyone feel suffocated.

With a swing of William's sword, the qi and blood in his body quickly stirred, and his footsteps suddenly exploded, like a dazzling phantom under the reflection of magical light. Before the sword-wielding wanderer could react, William had already approached him and stabbed him! Screaming! Killed! William found that everyone killed by Autumn Water Shattered Dream screamed very miserably.

At this time, except for De Carle, the other people who could perform magic among the Night Raiders had all been killed by William unconsciously. Watching William slaughter his men like a chicken, Decale tried to unleash spells to relieve the predicament, but his emotions prevented him from succeeding, and one valuable spell slot after another was wasted. As the last of the wanderers screamed and fell to William's knife, De Carle gave up his struggle in despair, and he sat down on the ground with a dead face, his eyes staring at the "broken dreams" with empty eyes.

What a beautiful scimitar! That was the last thought in Decalay's mind before he lost consciousness, and then he fell into darkness.