As the Assassin stabbed the blow, the blanket suddenly flew up. But the Assassin still stabbed forward, and he could clearly feel his blade stabbing through the blanket and stabbing something. With countless hand experience in exercising, he believed that he had stabbed the prince of Ashrufat in the leg or hand.

Maybe he should retreat immediately. But the Assassins, as artists of killing, should not retreat until they have made sure that their work is completed. He stepped back as he scrambled his dagger around, trying to block the counterattack. But Prince Ashrufat's attack came from a strange angle. The Assassin was thrown off balance by a sweeping kick, and by the time he realized he had underestimated his opponent, Prince Ashrufat rushed forward and twisted his right wrist, which held the dagger.

But the Assassins had at least a hundred experiences with such scenes. Before the prince could move further, another dagger appeared in his left hand, as if by magic. The blade sliced through the air, and the prince sideways to avoid the blow as his hand continued to twist his wrist. The strength of the wrist was so great that even the Assassins were a little surprised. The prince was trying to break his wrist directly.

But a dark elf assassin is no match that can be overwhelmed by brute force. In fact, when aspiring Dark Elves embark on the test of the Killing Path, they often encounter a classic test: put a strong barbarian who believes in an evil god in the wilderness, give him a weapon, and then have an Assassin apprentice use a dagger to hunt him down in just one night. If an Assassin could not suppress brute force with his agility and skill, then his future and his life would end there—most Assassin Mentors considered this question to be very good, as it would quickly and effectively weed out students who lacked talent, so that they would not have to waste time teaching an idiot.

The assassin twisted his wrist skillfully. His hand slid through the palm of his hand like a slippery fish, and although he couldn't break free, the prince couldn't find a point of focus. The prince's wrist strength is amazing, but there is no use in this case. At the same time, the dagger in his left hand attacked again and again, trying to stab exactly something.

To the Assassin's surprise, the prince dodged every blow he struck in such conditions. But perhaps no longer sustainable, the prince withdrew his hand, causing the Assassin's right hand to break free. The Assassin retracted his slightly numb right hand, and suddenly he realized that something was wrong.

After such a long confrontation just now, the prince didn't call for help...... It is true that due to physical factors, different people's resistance to toxins varies greatly. But the prince didn't show up at all...... Reaction to intoxication?

A brief moment of stunned results were fatal. The prince pounced from the front, and the assassin struck with both blades, and Prince Ashrufat actually held his hands at the same time with incredible agility and accuracy, and the two bodies collided together, and the prince gained the upper hand in the frontal impact with more superior weight, crushing him to the ground.

In an instant, the two sides were close to each other. The Assassin was trying to use his physical skills to get rid of this disadvantage, but what he saw suddenly brought back to him the fear he had forgotten - even what he thought had completely disappeared. Prince Ashrufat looked at him, but the expression on his face was smiling. A pair of sharp fangs protruded from under the prince's lips.

"It's a shame that we met for the first time. He heard the creature that was definitely not Azul laugh and whisper.

"You ......" the Assassin even forgot his struggles in fear, "You are not Azul". He wanted to say that, but it was already too late. He had honed his art of killing as a hunter with countless experiences, but this time he became the prey. Before he could shout more, he felt the unknown creature bite his throat, its skin, muscles, and veins ripped through its fangs.

Then he heard the sound of his own blood gushing out of his body.

"There are assassins!" someone shouted not far from the prince's tent. It was the patrolling sentry who found the dead guard. Or to be more specific, they found the spear that had been thrown on the ground, and then they found the hidden corpse. When any elf saw this corpse, he knew what had happened.

The captain in the lead realized that the situation was not good, and he rushed to the prince's living tent in three steps and two steps, and lifted the curtain of the door. Then he saw the prince standing in the middle of the tent at the moment, covered in blood. And in a nearby corner, a corpse in a black stealth suit was lying.

"Prince......" The captain was stunned.

"The Truzzies sent an assassin to kill me. Prince Ashrufat glanced at the captain outside and replied calmly.

The effect of the chant "There is an assassin" just now is still fermenting, and more people are running towards this side. As the captain examined the body, Ashrufat was somewhat surprised to see Kaye rushing in through the tent door, dressed in armor. He remembered that Kaye was supposed to be in the wounded barracks, and that she was not yet injured enough to wear armor.

"Prince, you're all right. Kaye asked eagerly.

"It's fine. Ashrufat replied. In his mind's eye, he heard Carrie say in a chuckling voice, "It's not just okay, it's better." ”

Kaye picked up the Assassin's dagger from the ground and sniffed it in front of his nose. "Poisonous!" she immediately concluded, then turned to look at the prince. "Prince, have you been hurt?" Ashrufat replied. "But I'm done with my blanket. He looked with some regret at the blanket that had been carved out of many large holes by the Assassin's dagger. Even from a human point of view, this blanket is unusable.

Kaye walked over and turned over the Assassin's body. The Assassin's fatal wound was above his throat, ripped open by something. This is not the effect of a sharp blade, because some parts are cut open, and some parts are violently torn apart, and it looks like it has been bitten in the throat by a small beast. Kaye felt that the weapon that caused the wound should be a flat stone of no size, with sharp edges and irregular shapes. The only thing that is a little strange is that although the injury is very serious, it does not seem to be bleeding a lot.

Prince Ashrufat's face and chest were also stained with a small amount of blood. Combined with the state of the assassin's corpse, one can imagine a close scuffle between the two sides.

More soldiers arrived. But in reality, as in this situation, there is nothing left for them to do. Kaye ordered the Assassin's body to be taken for identification by the Shadow Warriors, as the Shadow Warriors and the Dark Elves knew each other deeply—and had a deep hatred—and perhaps they would know who the Assassin's name was and where it came from.

The unrest finally subsided. Soon, Ashruphat was left alone.

Carrie...... Shouldn't I have to drink human blood?" Ashruphat whispered in his mind. What he did just now was not so much deliberate as an irrepressible impulse. He just did it subconsciously.

"Well, master, as I said, your thirst for blood is psychological. Carrie replied. "As long as you agree with it in your heart, then it's fine. In other words, any race that you see in your heart as no different from the essence of human beings, then you can drink their blood and get psychological satisfaction. ”

"What do you mean......"

"Yes, master, I mean, if you were going to drink some of the blood of the animals to satisfy yourself, it would be impossible. The blood of other races can indeed satisfy you, but it must be an intelligent creature that you yourself identify with in your own heart, and are not fundamentally different from humans. It is impossible for you to deceive your heart. If you want to kill a domestic animal, or hunt a wild beast and try to drink its blood, that's pointless. ”

"I see what you mean. Ashrufat replied calmly.

"The best way to do it is to do it before Scarlet. If you have a full harem, a dozen or so wives, you can live well without hurting anyone. ”

"Two is already a problem. Ashruphat replied in his heart. During his travels, he had heard many stories of such aristocratic affairs with three wives and four concubines, including many affairs, jealousy, competition for favor, and trickery. It's nice to listen to these things as stories, but it's not a happy thing to do to you. Ashrufat did not have the confidence to live with so many women.

"You're underestimating your charm," Carrie's voice laughed no matter how she listened. "Actually, it's not that bad. In fact, when he was in Callean, there was no shortage of suitors for Kotoshin-sama. By the way, did you notice Kaye?"

"Kaye?"

"So far, it seems like Kaye has wrapped herself tightly every time. She wore armor all the time except for the first time. ”

"What's so strange about that?" asked Ashrufat. "Isn't it normal to wear armor in the army......? She's a woman. "At the very end, she was wearing armor when she first appeared...... This should be understood as her self-esteem and pride as a warrior.

"No, master. Hey, you're too gentle and tolerant of women. This is your advantage, but it is also a disadvantage. But we don't have enough information at the moment, so I'm not sure of anything. ”

......

The witch was clearly aware of the commotion inside the barracks. In the otherwise peaceful barracks, the flames suddenly began to increase, and they quickly gathered towards a location. It appears that it was an assassin mistake that caused the commotion.

A successful assassination will not produce any unnecessary movement. For Assassins who saw killing as an art, there was nothing superfluous about a truly perfect assassination. It was not until the next morning, when the soldiers, who knew nothing about anything, realized that their commander had not gotten up, and then, when they tried to wake him, they found that the latter would never move. This is an art, a state of the highest to which the Assassins aspire. In fact, in the eyes of the witches, the assassins were freaks. They gave up their hatred of Azul and instead pursued some kind of "art" and other illusory things.

Witches had also heard some of the Assassins' teachings. For example, "Be calm, don't have any waves in your heart", "Put aside hatred, your anxiety will betray you" and so on. It's bullshit. Every witch knows that there is the supreme power in hatred. If it weren't for the fact that the "art" of the Assassins did have merit for the Dark Elves, the witches would have uprooted the Assassins without the help of anyone else.

If that idiot hadn't died, he should have come back too. The witch pondered. The commotion in the barracks ceased, and everything was back to normal...... The fact that the Azuls did not hunt for him only means one thing: the cowhide king has hung up.