In anger,

Angre drew his sword and slashed forward.

Clang!!

The figure rushing in slammed a dagger into the blade with a screeching sound.

Angel let out a low roar and pressed hard, and the dagger was slammed into the opponent's face. At the same time, a red light flew out from the sword. Instantly disappeared into the head of the figure.

The dagger's block suddenly lost its power.

Angre swiped down.

With a snort, the sound of metal cutting flesh was unusually harsh in this small space.

The small boss on one side, whose smiling face was still proud, suddenly changed color. He turned to run, but suddenly felt a pain in his legs.

"Oh!!, my leg!!!" he cried out miserably, and fell to the ground in an instant. At the ankles of both feet, a small blood mark slowly oozes blood.

Angliel kicked him with a big fire.

The figure from before collapsed to the side, the smell of blood spreading, and after a few struggles, it slowly stopped moving.

"Even Candilin," a thug behind him trembled.

Anglie didn't say a word, turned around and took a stride, and slashed his sword over.

After snorting twice, a blood mark appeared directly on the necks of the two thugs who were trying to escape, and the two fell directly to the ground.

"You still want to !??run!!You still want to run after ruining my dragon scale flower," the blue light in his eyes loomed, and strands of green tendons appeared around his temples, looking extremely hideous.

The two thugs carrying the wounded outside also heard the sound inside at this time, and knew that the situation was not good, and had already run some distance.

Angre bent down and picked up the daggers from the two thugs.

In the sound recall of the chip "lock on to the target, throw a parabolic correction in the adjustment of strength", in the field of vision of Anglie's eyes, blue points of light converged on the two people running outside the door.

"The lock is over. ”

Angre shook it hard.

With a whistling sound, two daggers spun and flew out, hitting the two vests.

The two thugs screamed and fell directly to the ground, their bodies convulsed, and the two daggers hit the nerve area of the spine, if nothing else, they would be paralyzed for life if they did not die.

Angel then turned to look at the little leader who had fallen to the ground and retreated wildly. By the way, he stabbed the unconscious thug to death with a sword, and the bloody tip of the sword rested on the neck of the little leader.

"No! you can't kill me!!!!" The little boss couldn't tell the difference between sweat and snot on his face. "Don't you want that dragon scale flower? That thing is fake!

"Huh?" Angre was slightly stunned. "Fake?" he stepped forward and grabbed the little leader's collar.

"You say it again?"

The little leader saw the blue fluorescence in Anglie's eyes clearly, and suddenly his soul was overwhelmed.

"I'm the Serpent of Salin, you can't kill me!" he stammered.

The blue light in Anglie's eyes faded slightly, and when he got closer, he really didn't smell the unique smell of dragon scale flowers coming from the little leader, and the anger in his heart suddenly turned into a glimmer of hope.

"Where's the real dragon scale flower?" he directly picked up the little leader and hung it in the air. "And what do you mean by the Serpent of Salam?"

The little boss barely managed to squeeze out a flattering smile on his face.

"Honorable and powerful wizard, we are actually just pawns below, and that dragon scale flower is actually just disguised with other things, that kind of precious thing, how can we have it? The Serpent of Sarin is the name of our organization, and I don't know anything else."

It was also true that there were doubts, and Anglie believed some of his words in his heart.

The dragon scale flower, a recognized treasure that many people know, is generally known to nobles with a little strength, how can this kind of thing be cheap as soon as he leaves the academy.

Anglie was also puzzled in his heart, but his previous greed for the dragon scale flower made him not expect so much for a while. This time it was again caused by greed, so I will have to pay attention to it next time. Angliel was secretly vigilant.

"And where is the real dragon scale flower?" he asked in a low voice.

"I'm just a low-level member of the Serpent of Sarin, I really don't know," the cold sweat on the little leader's face broke out one after another. He knew that once the person in front of him was not satisfied, he would become the same corpse as the door in the next moment.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly spoke again.

"Also, Lord Wizard, I still have you here for the dragon scale flower from before?"

Anglie was stunned. "And?"

"It's in the box in my bedroom, and there's a lot of it," the little boss didn't dare to play tricks.

Angre narrowed his eyes and threw the little boss away. Strode into the bedroom.

The tattered wooden bed, the dark and damp floor, the cobwebs in the corners, and the smell of mold in the air.

Anglie found a small gray iron box by the window. The box was opened, filled with so-called dragon scale flowers.

He walked over with a gloomy face, crouched down, and took out a flower.

If you start with a soft one, the smell is another aroma. The stamens are black and the petals are white, but the shape is slightly different from that of the dragon scale flower, which has spiky edges and this is just a very ordinary arc.

"Sure enough, it's not" Angliel felt sorry in his heart, but there was also a trace of regret, if these were true, it would be unimaginable how much help would be for him.

"Compare similar materials in the message: Lizard flowers. The chip gives the answer.

I rummaged through the whole box, and it was full of this thing, and nothing else.

A hint of utter disappointment finally appeared on Angliel's face.

He stood up and returned to the outside of the room. Ignoring the little leader who was still trembling on the ground, he looked at the figure that had attacked him earlier.

walked over and squatted down, and suddenly saw the true appearance of this figure.

A thin man dressed in black, bald headed, covered with a black scarf, sunken eyes, and skin showing an eerie blue-gray color. It's like the color of green mildew, piece by piece. A deep wound in the corpse's neck almost cut off his head.

Angliel frowned, and looked closely at the corpse, and found that he had a small leather bag tied around his waist, and the small brown bag was bulging, and it seemed to be full of something.

He reached out and untied the knot.

Inside were a couple of gold coins, some silver, and a small pale yellow paper ball.

Pull out the paper ball and unfold it.

There are several broken sentences written on it in Angmar.

'On the afternoon of the 18th, Lin Sen, when the solar artifact disappeared'

At the bottom is a blood-red dagger seal.

Angle's face was slightly gloomy.

"It seems that it was a premeditated action by some organization, using the fake dragon scale flower as bait to use the strength of this assassin to assassinate certain people. I just didn't expect to be bumped into by me. It's no wonder that these people answered so quickly when they were asked about the dragon scale flower just now. ”

"Lizard Flower and Dragon Scale Flower are somewhat similar, but the former is just an ordinary small flower that can be found everywhere, while the latter is a top-notch natural treasure. Fake a little breath on the lizard flower, don't look closely, and it's normal for the chip to not be found. Anglie had a rough outline in mind, "Synthetic scents can be done even by an ordinary perfumer," he stood up disappointed.

"You shouldn't be the only one planning point, right?" he looked at the only living leader.

"Yes, there are more than a dozen places near the city, and as far as I know, there are many places," the little leader nodded hurriedly. "I just didn't expect to run into you. ”

Angre threw the paper ball away.

"You shouldn't be attacking on a large scale to find ordinary rich people, right?"

The little leader's face suddenly felt a little annoyed and regretful. "You've guessed right, this time it's just my improvisation."

Angliel sneered, "I don't want to pay attention to your business, tell me where the real dragon scale flower is, and why did this man in black hide it so well just now?"

Ten minutes later

Angel walked out of the area, and the area was already empty, and the smell of blood from the fierce fighting and killing caused everyone around them to flee.

He raised his hand and looked at what he was holding, a look of satisfaction on his face.

It was a very small roll of paper, somewhat yellowed. It was handed over by the little boss before he died. It records the secret method of the hidden aura of this serpent of sarin, which resembles the Rogue Assassin Guild.

"I didn't expect it to be the revenge of the Serpent of Salin, but this has nothing to do with me. Although I didn't get the dragon scale flower this time, with this, it was also a good harvest. Anglie carefully tucked the leather paper into his pocket.

"Warning! Warning! A large number of humanoids are approaching, please prepare immediately. The distance is 150 meters, 148 meters, 145 meters," the chip prompt suddenly came.

Angle's face was slightly gloomy, and he looked around. The figure burrowed into a nearby alley and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

More than ten seconds later, the guards of the brigade gathered in front of the house, these people were wearing leather armor with red figures on a white background, most of them were fat, and they looked cumbersome and laborious to run.

Only the two men who took the lead had a hint of fierceness on them. Both men wore silver full-body armor with a short-handled warhammer and a cross sword hanging from their waists.

"This is it. The man with the hammer whispered. "But it seems that someone has already helped us out. He landed his foot on the corpse of the thug on the ground, and with a thud, blood splattered all over the ground.

"Go in and have a look. The other man walked in first. "Come on, a few people follow me!" he shouted.

A few minutes later, in the room, two silver-armored leaders squatted in front of the corpse of the man in black, their faces solemn.

"It's the Serpent of Salam, and it's the Black Turban Assassins, and it looks like they've messed with someone who is very difficult to deal with. ”

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