"Squeak."

The sound of the door latch loosening sounded, and a small slit opened in the wooden door in front of him, and a vigilant eye examined Fang Mu's face through the small slit.

"Who are you and what are you here for?"

Just like a dog can't spit out ivory from his mouth, and can't say any sweet words under his rough voice, the voice of the Wind Helmet Alliance assassin in front of him is very much like a bully in the traditional sense, Fang Mu thinks that if he puts his throat in the salt and rubs it a few times, the sound will not be so ugly.

If Fang Mu went to open an ASMR sleep aid radio, I am afraid that many people would be happy to buy it.

However, as a cautious old oilman, he naturally understands that you can't judge people by their appearance, and Lestie, who is now sleeping in a tavern, is a vivid example.

Be cautious, be cautious!

So, for the sake of prudence, he immediately spoke:

"Stormhelm assassins, I'll pick up a few things, the first is the Helm Mark of one of you, I'm going to become a member of the Stormhelm Alliance directly, I'm too lazy to take another assessment, and second, when you were doing a deal, you took something you shouldn't have taken, and now, you need to give me that key."

Fang Mu's words had an undoubted majesty, I don't know when he practiced it, it may have been when he was a paladin and gave a speech, or it could be that he was a trainee lord this month, so he naturally learned it.

After listening to Fang Mu's words, the eyes of the people behind the door flashed, knowing that the people who came were friends or enemies, and tonight, it was inevitable that there would be a fierce battle.

The door in front of him was suddenly opened, and a dangerous sharp knife stabbed straight into Fang Mu's waist, trying to gouge out his kidney in one fell swoop, making his already weak body even worse.

Suddenly, a huge log appeared, and with him and his sharp knife, flew into the room, and fell into a smash, only to feel the sound of chimes and cymbals in his ears.

"The people in the room, don't hide, there are twelve people in total, I can see them clearly."

Fang Mu was like the aunt of the dormitory manager at this time, yawned, and said absentmindedly.

He had already used the racial skills of the Demon Genus before entering the door, and the breath perception, the different auras of the twelve people in front of him were clearly visible.

Speaking of which, the twelve people in front of him were huddled in such a small camp, obviously to accomplish something.

This target Fang Mu also knew, as if it meant that the subordinates of the nearby lord of Raven would pass by here, and they had received a commission to assassinate the lord's subordinates, and they had arranged it here in advance.

If a player who has already joined the Windhelmet meets them, after some conversation, they may be able to help them assassinate that subordinate together and gain prestige within the Windhelm Alliance, as well as a generous reward.

Thinking of this, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Fang Mu's mind, you said that if I robbed the Wind Helmet Assassin in front of me from the Wind Helmet Assassin now, then I am also a member of the Wind Helmet Alliance, then can I take the opportunity to react in a substitution, kick the person who lost his coat of arms away, and complete the next task with the rest of the Assassins?

Shaking his head, he put aside these nonsense thoughts, not to mention that this plan is not feasible at all, and to say that assassinating others is quite unsuitable for him to do.

He's almost too busy to take care of himself, and he's still busy assassinating others, is it because he hasn't been exposed fast enough?

Of course, in fact, the main factor is that the rewards are not too rich and cannot be looked down upon.

This group of Wind Helmet Assassins is only a dozen levels, and their strength is comparable to that of silver-level adventurers, so naturally the target they jointly assassinate is the same, as soon as the target is weak, the importance is low, and the reward is less.

This special one-sided encounter was not over yet, suddenly, a dagger with a gray luster came in an instant, and plunged into Fang Mu's chest, Fang Mu's old trick was repeated, blocking the door, the log suddenly appeared, and suddenly disappeared, directly hitting the flying dagger upside down.

The whole process was done in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it was invisible, as if these things had never happened.

Another blazing light lit up from the room, and a basketball-sized fireball was slowly condensing and forming, but before he could release his hand, a gust of wind blew, and a little flame spread out from the fireball in his hand, directly igniting the interior of the room.

Coincidentally, the wooden door in front of him was closed by the people outside the door in an instant, and at the same time, the color of the wooden door was also changing, from the standard wood color to the gray of the stone.

Mage is a second-order magic - petrification!

It's just that the scope of petrification is not only the door in front of you, but also the door frame next to the door. That is to say, the door has lost its original function, and the door and the door frame are joined as a whole, like a stone wall, and now the people in the house are like fat sheep on the grill, and there is no way to escape.

Goose in a smoldering oven...... Uh-huh.

The double rune ring in his hand dissipated, Fang Mu yawned, cut out a kettle from the backpack bar, drank a sip of water to suppress the shock, leaned on the wall next to him and listened to the screams of everyone inside the door.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, we are willing to do what you say, please open the door quickly."

Someone inside the door shouted loudly, but Fang Mu ignored it and waited for a while before cutting out a pickaxe to smash the wall in front of him.

Pale blue double rune rings emerged, and a spiral column of water formed in front of him, swirling towards the firelight in the room.

The water reacted with the fire, and the decompressing stabbing sound sounded, and the people in a hurry were like kettles boiling water, and large swaths of white steam rose from their bodies.

Mage Profession Second-Order Magic-Waterspout!

Several people in front of them were unclothed, naked, their clothes did not know what they had been burned, and their faces were also black, as if they had dug coal in the coal kilns around the equatorial region.

Even though the flames on his body had disappeared, the group of people in front of him did not act rashly, and did not take advantage of the fact that there were many people now, recovered from their injuries, and rushed forward.

Although a bicycle may also become a motorcycle, if it loses, it is still unknown whether people can live.

If you lose the wind helmet mark, you can go back to the headquarters and spend some money to get one, they don't know what the key is, the strength of this person in front of them is unfathomable, and he can't gamble with his life for this little thing.

They say they are extralegal fanatics, but they are not always brave and ruthless, they are just a group of ordinary people who want to take shortcuts, and they have absolutely nothing to do with the word psychosis.

They have a well-established risk staking mechanism in their brains that knows what to do and when.

There were two wooden doors in the wind helmet camp under the dry well in Dawn Town, one was a dormitory, and the other was naturally a warehouse, and a thin man found a wind helmet mark for Fang Mu, and the key he wanted, and sent Fang Mu away like a plague god.

"The man's face, have you made a note of it?"

After Fang Mu left, a scarred face with nothing burned on his body asked a subordinate on the side, his expression was hideous at this time, and his eyes were almost bleeding.

"I've made a note of it, and when I get back to the branch of the League, I'll hang his portrait on the bounty."