On a rainy night, the lights and candles in the corridor swayed with the cold wind.

The rain was dripping.

Blood quickly soaked in puddles on the ground.

The silent Assassins watched the scene and burst into a rapid conversation, speaking something similar to that of Kurdish, presumably Persian.

Immediately, the three assassins who were close to this side of the corridor slashed at the three of them in a zigzag pattern.

Others, on the other hand, seized the time and launched a fierce attack on the guards and attendants.

Lothar whispered: "They want to solve us one by one, then we will fight for it, one by one, and solve them." ”

Hans and Prajna nodded.

But the latter's footsteps involuntarily moved closer to Lothar.

In battle, killing the enemy is never Prajna's first priority, and even if Lothar asks for it, her most important duty is to ensure Lothar's life.

That's the duty of a reloader!

Lothar didn't notice this, and his whole mind was on the opponent in front of him.

It was a middle-aged man with a shaved beard, indistinguishable from any Saracen slave, except for his eyes, which looked like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

He was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Lothar, and the short sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, and at an extremely tricky angle, it stabbed Lothar in the abdomen.

But Lothar immediately caught the opponent's flaw, and attacked the enemy with the strength of the knight's sword, forcing the opponent to abandon the offensive and dodge.

It would be nice for the Assassins to be able to sneak in, they simply couldn't carry long weapons, and they weren't used to it.

The howling wind sounded.

Sharp Hidden Arrows flew out of the sleeves of the Assassin's robes, and Lothar easily dodged them with a single turn of his head.

However, when he turned around, the Assassin had already stepped on a puddle not far in front of Lothar, and sewage splashed towards Lothar, briefly obscuring his vision.

Then, the sharp edge pierced through the rain curtain and pierced Lothar's chest.

Keng——

Swords collide.

Being deceived by the enemy into getting closer, he didn't have the slightest idea of attacking instead of defending, and swung his sword to block the blow.

Assasin's assassin was notoriously fearless of death.

Lothar's armed sword swung away from the Assassin's short sword, and the remaining momentum slashed at the Assassin's sword-wielding arm, but he ignored this and swung a hidden arrow with his other hand, forcing Lothar to abandon the attack and dodge to the side.

Whoever faces such a fierce opponent who is not afraid of death will have to lose three points of courage.

Lothar was the same, he didn't want to trade a dead man, so he had to give up this hard-earned chance to kill.

Not far from Lothar's side, another assassin was smashed away by the shield in Prajna's hand while attacking, and several attacks were easily defused by Prajna, so he also stopped his futile attack.

Hans, on the other hand, has already eliminated his opponent.

An assassin who had been split open in the middle, blood and internal organs flowing all over the ground, was lying on the ground, emitting a pungent smell of blood.

Hans's face was a little surprised, he never thought that just a bottle of potion would improve his swordsmanship to such a level.

The experience accumulated in the past in the Knights, day and night chopping stakes, at this moment, all of them have been mastered, and such exquisite swordsmanship is not at all comparable to the opponent.

The assassins glanced at each other, and a rare expression of solemnity appeared on their originally somewhat wooden faces.

"Grand Master, their target is the crown prince, you must stop them!"

There was a dark-skinned squire with typical Saracen features, who spoke in an unfamiliar French.

Crown prince?

Is it Baldwin V?

Princess Sibylla and her ex-husband's son?

Lothar realized the gravity of the situation almost immediately.

Nowadays, the battle for the throne around Princess Sibylla is actually more about "who can be the crown prince's stepfather".

Because the crown prince is too young to govern himself, once Baldwin IV dies, the crown prince's stepfather will be rightfully "regent".

For almost a decade before the crown prince grew up, the regent was equated with a king.

If at a time when Baldwin IV was terminally ill, news of the death of the crown prince was reported.

The contradictions between the two factions of the Jue Party and the Queen Mother Party will immediately be intensified to the point of irreconcilability, because it has reached the point where it is necessary to fight together.

There is no way that the royal party, which has always believed in neutrality, will survive this struggle unless Baron Gofrey makes it clear that he will not fulfill Baldwin IV's will to pull Sibye down to marry Baryan.

The Crusader nations, which were already in harmony with each other, will no longer be able to unite.

"The guards can't hold it anymore, we must deal with them quickly."

"Pranya, don't worry about my safety, don't forget that I have the talent of you and Flynn, they won't kill me so easily."

Lothar reminded.

The next moment, the Assassins almost unanimously reached into their arms, took out a wooden bottle, and gulped down the liquid inside.

The green tendons burst out from their bodies, the muscles swelled, and the originally wooden face was immediately filled with a rich anger, which was the anger that did not hesitate to die with the enemy and die together.

The momentum on them skyrocketed.

The guards, who were already clumsy, were immediately unable to withstand the attack, and if it weren't for the superiority in armor and weapons, they would have been killed by the assassins long ago.

Potions?

Both in speed and strength, these Assassins had improved significantly from before.

One of the Assassins, even with one of his arms cut off, remained silent, as if he had completely abandoned his pain.

At this point, the three Assassins charged at them again, and this time, it could be seen that they were fighting for their own time to buy their companions.

Snort -

Lothar's armed sword cut a wide hole in his opponent's chest, and between the cracked linen, a large expanse of blood oozed from it, but he didn't hesitate at all, and pounced on Lothar again.

If it were someone else, it would be terrifying to face this menacing enemy.

But Lothar's eyes shone with scarlet light.

As high as sixteen points of spiritual power, the powerful magic brought by it exploded, and the blood waterfall hit it with all its might, causing the strength on his arm to skyrocket several times in a short period of time.

Keng——

Sword Break!

The armed sword slashed off half of the Assassin's face, slashing through his throat and half of his chest before stabbing him into the ground.

It's not that he doesn't want to manipulate the enemy's blood and perform a whole set of matching combos like Frigila, but his magic power is limited, and after he has already consumed some of it for the blood waterfall, he can't cast the rest of the spells such as the blood spear.

In the rain, the black of Prajna flew, and a strong cold breath lingered on the body.

The shield swirled like a chainsaw, and with a few hits, calculated the angle of the enemy's attack, and the next time the enemy pounced, the side shield became a blade, splitting the oncoming assassin in half from the center.

This time, Hans was much more comfortable with the enemy.

His exquisite swordsmanship allowed him to easily suppress this fierce assassin, higher than his opponent's basic attributes, and made him crush in all aspects, and easily win.

At this time, the remaining assassins had just broken through the first line of defense.

"Kill them, don't leave them alive!"

The Assassins of Assasin were not afraid of death, and it was a complete dream to uncover the mastermind behind them.