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How can there be guards here?

Gently pull out the bayonet that pierced the back of your opponent's neck, and wipe it and your own hands clean with your opponent's clothing...... Edward's eyes shrank as he swept his gaze over the seabird's coat of arms simply imprinted on the corpse's chest. (If you like this book, please bookmark biquge.info)

If nothing else, it represents the ruler of the city. Although the leather armor on their bodies seems to be simple, the texture is quite good, lizard skin and cooked cowhide are divided into inner and outer double layers, and the key parts are inlaid with iron plates, which is the kind of equipment that is mass-produced. Simple does not mean simple, such armor has the dual advantages of toughness and lightness, and the lizard skin used is even more expensive than ordinary iron armor due to the origin and quantity.

They were soldiers, but they weren't ordinary soldiers.

In fact, Edward had heard that the nobles preferred to train and assemble special private soldiers than the guards, who were accustomed to stealing chickens and dogs, and were on duty, more adept at fighting in the streets, more ruthless and powerful, and able to meet their more needs...... Such as guards, escorts, and some shady things.

The hunter's fingers stopped, carefully searching the two corpses, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

They don't have a communication mirror on their bodies for communication, so that means they adopt a loose shift system, as long as they are not particularly unlucky, they still have enough time. And the guards. Often, it also represents the important.

It seems that his luck this time was either good—or should he be explained that things must be reversed?In short, it seems that the enemy has also chosen this abandoned passage to carry out some of their deeds.

So. Just let it go as much as you can, although it's not possible

It's just that Edward himself didn't pay attention, he seemed to have forgotten something at this time - not only the first time he found his opponent, he had already adopted a killing strategy. There was no hesitation, as if it was not a human being in front of him, but a large beast. Moreover, there is not the slightest consideration. Whether it is necessary not to startle the snake.

Forward, forward...... If an enemy stops you, then kill them, if you want to make the enemy unable to react, then kill them, if you want not to be discovered by them, then just before they find out. Kill them. Anyway, these enemies are weak, and killing them is as easy as pie.

The young man tugged at a cold smile on his lips. In the flickering light, the blood seemed to fade from his lips, leaving only a cruel pale.

......

"Let's go over and have a look......" After a moment's hesitation, a paladin said to Elena.

Although the man had kept them here for the time being, the gods had given her more sensitive features. Let her perceive more problems.

Deep in the drainage system, in addition to the clear dripping sound, there are some strange sounds. Got into her ears. Those low cries are inevitably a cause for concern...... Strange, like a whispered shout. Impact, or the hoarse friction of a torn bellows.

The breeze that blew through the tunnels was a moment ago. It had a strange smell, at first a little sweet, faint smell, but soon mixed with more saltiness, which could not be diminished even by the cloudiness of the air in the drain.

The smell of blood?

He hesitated, but Elena finally nodded.

On the blueprint in the hands of the female paladin, there were not many corners in this section of the passage, so they didn't go far before they found two enemies...... Oh, not an enemy, to be exact—two pieces of wood tucked into one corner, with only one face, godless eyes staring straight at them all—no blood-colored face, frighteningly pale even in the darkness of vision.

And as the passage continues to extend inward, at every corner, there will be one or two corpses of the dead, as if to guide them in the direction of progress.

So the originally noisy team suddenly quieted down, and the temperature around them suddenly dropped a lot, making people's hairs stand on end, and the dark red that condensed in the muddy water was like a kind of magic spell, dispelling the excitement in their hearts and pouring it into a cold liquid called fear.

The approach was actually very fast, the distance of a few hundred feet was fleeting, so the shadow of the fire in front of them already reflected the traces of the young man—even though they knew that their every move would not be noticed by the other party, the young paladins could not help but hold their breath...... Because the short figure was not far away, he walked straight forward without dodging, and walked into the range of the light.

There were three or four heavily armed figures, combined into a perfect defense, leather armor, iron armor, swords and halberds...... However, the shadow moved forward like that, not slowly approaching, nor deliberately concealing itself with the shadow.

But the well-coordinated guards did not see him—the young hunter moved with his gaze, hiding himself perfectly in the blind corner of his sight, and thus touched the opponent's formation. And after a few seconds of suffocating pause, with the lightning-like movement of the left hand, the tip of the three-edged fierce blade was directly along the junction between the cervical vertebrae and the skull, and deeply inserted into the back of the opponent's head. Like a prey bitten by a poisonous spider, gushing blood and fine sticky white pieces gushed from his neck, and the sturdy man was harvested by the dwarf Grim Reaper in a silent and violent convulsion.

The third, fourth...... The eighth.

The corpse of another enemy slowly fell to the ground, looking at the gaping eyes that seemed to be staring at her from a long distance, and Elena shuddered slightly, and she swallowed before she suppressed the urge to touch her neck...... But although she had fought alongside the young man and seen his strange fighting methods many times, this was the first time she had seen Edward use such methods.

She didn't expect a person to be able to approach an opponent in the light. I didn't expect that sharp and oddly shaped dagger to be so powerful...... No matter how heavy the armor is, it is impossible for a warrior to fully protect himself from some vital points, and the heavy armor makes them as clumsy as slow-moving turtles at such close distances. Once kissed by that murder weapon, the torrent of blood will take their lives in a short period of time.

Neck, heart, subcostal ...... Plus for the sudden twisting of the neck. One by one, the original life will disappear without a trace in an instant.

His movements are not complicated, even extremely concise. There is not a single superfluous thing, assassination, assassination. Assassination...... Every shot is straight to the point, and it's clean and surprisingly fast. He doesn't specialize in attacking from behind like those killers, but the targets who are killed can't even catch his shadow.

His way of fighting is simply to kill people - the quickest way to kill.

If Elena hadn't known the origin of this teenager for a long time, I'm afraid she might think that he was one of those notorious **** on the mainland.

It was like the paladins behind him whispering.

And a group of people around her. They were in a completely different kind of shock, or fear—they were still young, reckless and inexperienced, but they weren't the noble knights who had no titles but had never seen the world, and everyone had gone through a long or short journey of preaching trials. Exterminate a large number of bandits who threaten the safety of the civilian population. Kobolds or goblins are also common in dealing with the undead, and have even participated in the task of clearing out large monsters such as the Wyvern Giant. There are also people who have traveled to the northern fortresses, and have been tested by wars with orcs or imperials.

Yet, apparently none of them had ever seen such a battle.

They are God's messengers, and the light is always on their side and in their eyes. Combat should be face-to-face—though they can accept crossbows fired from afar, poison from dinner, and even daggers reaching out to their backs in the dark. But this is not face-to-face, and it is not obscure. The gray slaughter, but they had never seen it, or even imagined it.

At this moment, everyone's hearts involuntarily flashed such a question - if this place is guarded by themselves, then can they defeat this terrible enemy, no, to discover him in advance, or even to escape from the fate of death with his strange attack?

Naturally, Edward had no way of detecting the strangeness of these temporary companions.

And at the moment his attention is also focused on other things.

At this moment, there seemed to be a kind of floating pleasure in his mind, as if this fire-lit underground passage had become his excellent hunting ground—the self-hypnotic combat method had begun to become proficient. Déjà vu: This psionic ability is excellent for ordinary soldiers...... Especially when the enemy is scattered and 'guarded', they are almost nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in Edward's eyes.

Although there are a few guards who resist this subconscious feeling. A slight stun was enough for Edward to strip them of their lives—but ...... If the opponent is not such a simple-minded soldier, but a mage who is accustomed to relying on mental power to channel energy, can his attack be so smooth?

It should be ok...... No, it can.

Before he knew it, his mind shifted in a strange direction - and then Edward looked around and noticed a stunned crowd at the end of the tunnel.

He frowned, but didn't say anything, just beckoned for the other to come over, and then pulled a corpse beside him into the shadow of the torch.

“...... Why did you kill them?" the female paladin hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak. In fact, it seemed that she was the only one who could ask the question at this time—the young people with the same questioning just made a slight touch with the eyes under the hood, and involuntarily blinked or turned their heads away.

"They are the Earl's men. ”

"But they didn't ......"

"There is nothing but obey the enemy, they are the accomplices of the enemy, otherwise what do you want? Divide the men and send them back? Where are they imprisoned? Is it possible to leak secrets?"

The hunter's casual series of rhetorical questions silenced the female paladin.

The problem is correct - there is no other way than to do this, to let all the paladins pass through this passage quietly. If they are not actually killed, a magic device or even a roar could undo the embedded plan. And the direct consequence is likely to be the destruction of human beings in Faen City, or even the entire estuary area, which is a matter of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of people's lives. And those who died...... They are aiding and abetting. Even if you are a participant in an evil ritual, you actually have a reason to die.

But she was concerned about the other side of the matter—these people, in fact, could hardly be called the Count's accomplices, they were nothing more than soldiers who did what they were told. Even though she hadn't known him for a long time, she seemed to feel that that wasn't the way he usually thought about things—the mercenary should be cunning, powerful, or even insidious, but not so bloodthirsty......

"What happened? Why did he suddenly become so ...... So ......," she thought. Secretly gritted his teeth: "No, it should be said that my understanding of him is still far behind, this mercenary......

Of course. Edward didn't notice the subtle change in the female paladin's eyes when she looked at him, and his whole spirit seemed to be absorbed by the mysterious voice in the darkness at this time, "Have you noticed?" he suddenly asked.

"What?"

"Along the way, we have seen dirty water in the sewers, all kinds of garbage and waste. However, there are no rats. ”

"Rats, those things that run away when they see people, right?"

"There's not at least a few hundred feet ahead...... Generally speaking, sewers are an excellent environment for them to live. Moreover, the rats in the city are not very afraid of people, and they will not run far so lightly. This rodent thing. It has an extremely tenacious ability to adapt, even when poison is used in large areas. It may not be possible to wipe it out. Edward shook his head, but in the shadows under the hood, there seemed to be two flames burning: "In other words, the lair of these guys is very close to here. ”

In fact, or indeed.

At the end of a tunnel beneath his feet, the rough passage had become smooth at the far end of the line of sight, eroded by the moisture of the sea, and the old black-brown had been replaced by some grayish color, and the craters had vanished. Although there was still a slight amount of damp moss clinging to it, a few hundred feet away, the straight passage walls had been replaced with smooth stone slabs on all sides.

'Stop, where's the linen you had prepared?' Wrap your feet up. The sound of messy footsteps on the stone slabs behind him forced Edward to stop and command in a low voice, but at this moment, the anomaly suddenly occurred.

"Help!

A screeching sound burst from far and near broke the silence that the hunter desperately tried to maintain.

Soon, the man who made the sound was in sight—a strange shadow appeared around the corner of the passage ahead.

In fact, at first glance, one might think that a dining table with a spark of magic from a living object was rolling out of it - the head that had been tilted to the limit was so bald and shiny that the slight reflection on it could be seen from miles away, but the burqa on the body was covered with sludge and garbage, and only a trace of the original white traces could be seen.

He bent over and desperately moved his two stubby legs)--it had to be so, because a thick black chain firmly locked his hands and ankles, according to ordinary people's thinking, this should be a difficult method to act, but he didn't expect to be cracked by this bald fat man.

And this guy didn't seem to be discouraged in the slightest by the fact that this might be the enemy's territory - although he was out of breath and stumbled, he noticed the vague humanity at the end of his sight. He ran a little faster, and at the same time shouted at the top of his voice, but it sounded like an emasculated rooster.

"Are you holy warriors? You are holy warriors? Great, I'm the chief priest of Wokin Majesty, you ...... Please protect me from this damn place!" The bald old fellow, apparently frightened, grabbed Elena's burqa, not paying the slightest attention to the pungent mud and dirt left behind: "Count Frangen...... He's gone mad, he's going to summon demons here, and open the gates of the abyss with all the living people in the whole city as sacrifice......s!

"Your Excellency, please calm down, you are not the only one we need to save......"

"No, no, no, you must protect me, I have a serious discovery, no, it is the truth to announce to the world!"

Before the words of a paladin could be spoken, a group of privates of about six or seven people shouted and rushed out of the passage in the distance.

"In the name of His Majesty!"

The swords of the holy warriors were all in unison, and their strength was already debatable. Now it's all in full swing and there's almost no waste of money.

However, the advantage of numbers does not always work - in this not wide tunnel, when the paladins rushed forward and found their corresponding opponents, several soldiers who saw the opportunity turned and ran, and at the same time pulled out a shiny thing from their arms!

The corners of Edward's mouth twitched - he didn't expect that the originally good situation would dissipate in this instant.

He gritted his teeth, trying to spit out a national curse, but in the end he shook his head, drew his bow and arrows, and at the sound of the bowstring, he shot the throat of the enemy soldier who fled in the desert!

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