Her head was dizzy, the scenery in front of her was still spinning, and her body was in excruciating pain.
Sally was not like the temple guards who had gone through all kinds of cruel training. Although her level was not low, but in terms of physical strength, she was not much different from an ordinary girl. So when she was sent flying, the unbearable pain almost made her cry. Her elbow was in so much pain that she could not move, and her chest was shaken so much that she could not even breathe.
Sally swayed as she stood up, it was completely due to her instinct to 'escape'. In fact, when she stood up, her body did not listen to her. After staggering a few steps, the heart-wrenching pain from her back was finally transmitted to her brain by the adrenaline, causing her to bite her lips.
Pain.
Her consciousness was instantly drowned by the boundless pain. She reached out to touch her back, the words' I can't escape 'appeared in her mind, and a sense of despair spread.
But after her palm touched her back, Sally was stunned by what she saw when she lowered her head.
Blood … Where's the blood?
The scene of her hands covered in blood did not appear. Under the sunlight, other than some mud when she fell, there was no blood at all!
Sally's white robe was slashed by the longsword, revealing a large hole at the back. She looked forward in confusion, frowning as she wondered what the fat man, whose face was covered in blood and who was hiding under the rock, was doing. She reached out to touch the 'wound' on her back again, and when she clearly felt her fingertips touching the soft scale armor of the Chimera beast, she suddenly understood the reason …
It was the soft armor that blocked the attack.
The scene of Roddy handing over the clothes to her with a cold expression flashed before her eyes. Although Sally knew it was valuable, she did not expect the soft armor to have such a strong defense. Because no matter how she touched it, it was only a thin layer, at most two layers of linen.
However, the reality before her eyes clearly told her that this piece of clothing had blocked what could have been a fatal blow for her.
His flesh wasn't cut open, he didn't lose too much blood, and he didn't break any bones … Apart from the pain, his body seemed to be able to move normally. When he thought of this, the pain was actually suppressed a lot, and his mind was quickly recovering.
At the same time, she wanted to see if the sword-wielding assassin would chase after her. However, just as she turned her gaze, she felt a black shadow flashing past her head. Immediately after, she saw the assassin in front of her suddenly swing his sword and hit something with a "pa" sound …
"Pa da."
Half of the arrow spun and fell to Sally's feet. She immediately understood that the assassin had actually blocked a hidden arrow aimed at him!
Eh, hidden arrow?
Just as these indescribable thoughts appeared in her mind, four arrows flew past Sally's head in a row. Because they were shot too quickly, the arrows arrived right on her tail. Pi pi pa pa sounds accompanied by arrow shaft fragments flew in all directions, creating an extremely strange scene in front of Sally's eyes.
Too fast!
The assassin who swung his sword to block even took two steps back to deal with the series of attacks. When he recovered, he saw that Sally, who should have been dead, was running to the side!
"What the hell is going on?"
Cursing in a low voice, he once again waved his sword to block the incoming arrow by a hair's breadth. With the advanced profession of "Wandering Swordsman", he was not afraid of arrows with such speed and strength, but he felt extremely aggrieved … Because he could not fight back at all except to block the arrows!
As long as he was exposed to the opponent's attack range, he had to divert his attention to pay attention to the opponent's hidden arrow. In this way, there was no way he could focus on chasing Sally. So in a hurry, he shouted to Fatty who was hiding under the stone pedestal, "Come help me." He blocked another arrow and rushed to the side of the huge stone pillar.
At this time, Sally had already begun to run along the half-exposed porch of the church's vestibule. But to the assassin's surprise, she did not choose to run in a straight line. Instead, she began to run in an'S 'shape around the stone pillars …
Although he was a little puzzled about the reason why she was doing this, in order to complete the assassination mission as soon as possible, he still followed her.
…
On the other side, Clayon, Booker, and the others were completely confused by the changes in front of them. But they quickly recovered from the initial shock, especially after witnessing an assassin being hacked to death. The original fear in their hearts seemed to have subsided a lot.
As the descendant of a military aristocrat, this scene inspired Clayon's courage and bloodlust. So after Sally ran again, he turned his gaze to the fat assassin who was gritting his teeth in pain. Suddenly, an impulse emerged in his heart and immediately turned into action. He opened his mouth and chanted a prayer, then accurately released a Level 1 'Holy Light Burn' on the fat assassin's body!
When the golden flames exploded on the fat assassin's arm, Clayon felt an indescribable excitement in his heart. This feeling of taking the initiative to attack gave him a strange kind of excitement. But then he realized that his attack did not seem to have much effect.
Although the fat assassin's face had not advanced to a profession, his basic profession level was more than 14. In addition to that, he had been through hundreds of battles. This Level 1 basic divine spell was basically a tickle to him. But Clayon's action made the fat assassin feel 'humiliated'. This was a strong sense of humiliation, like how a tiger would be treated as a sick cat if it did not show its might. After surviving in a mountain of blades and a sea of flames for so long, it was actually his turn to be hit by a little brat with a Level 1 divine spell. Did he still want to live?!
The fat assassin endured the pain and looked up. Just then, he saw two mercenaries running towards him, ready to surround him. Immediately, he had an idea.
He clenched his teeth and leaped forward, almost risking his life to throw himself at the mercenary. No one expected such a fat guy to be so agile. The mercenary walking in front of him instinctively tried to slash at him, but was blocked by his sword. Then, this guy, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, crashed into him!
"Boom!"
Because of the huge impact, the two mercenaries in front and behind were immediately knocked to the ground by the fat guy. After rolling for a while, the fat guy stretched out his hand and pulled the mercenary who almost vomited blood in front of him. He immediately placed the sword in his hand on the mercenary's neck. After confirming that there were no arrows shooting towards him from outside the monastery, he quickly stepped back towards the stone pillar that could provide cover.
"Get the f * ck out of my way!"
He glanced at the few monks who were in a daze a few meters away. His body was completely hidden behind the mercenary. Because his movement was not small, the mercenary who was threatened was immediately cut in the neck by the sharp blade of the sword. However, the temple guard who ran over to save Sally could not turn back to help. The mercenary's companion was also holding his axe, but he could not do anything. For a moment, no one could stop the fat guy's footsteps!
After that, he became even more aggressive. He raised his hand and pierced through the mercenary's back. While the mercenary was still standing, he rolled back to Clayon and Booker. Before the two could react, he pulled Clayon, who was the closest to him, over and put the young monk in front of him!
Obviously, he was not slow. He knew that the mercenary could not threaten a few people, but this monk could threaten the defense of the entire monastery!
"Don't f * cking move!"
Clayon's struggle made him very annoyed. Because the monk was short, in order to avoid being hit by arrows, he could only squat as much as possible. At this moment, in order to make Clayon listen to him, he even punched Clayon's waist …
"Ah …"
Clayon sucked in a breath of cold air. He had never been hit like this before. He felt that his entire lower body had lost all feeling, and his legs immediately went soft. If not for his neck being grabbed by the opponent, perhaps he would have been paralyzed on the ground …
The assassin's powerful arm almost suffocated Clayon. The sharp pain from his waist made his vision blurred with tears. He never thought that the 'war' and 'battle' that he yearned for would have such a cruel side. Now that he thought about it, 'men don't cry' and 'they would rather die than submit', it was all nonsense. When facing the God of Death, the boundless fear really made him lose his ability to think. He could only stare blankly ahead, looking at the two wounded mercenaries who did not know where to start, looking at Booker and the others who shouted but did not dare to rush over …
Clayon could only hear the roars of the fat assassin. He could not react to what the fat assassin had said. Clayon felt like he was being dragged by the fat assassin like a dead dog, waiting for him to be slaughtered after losing his value. However, at this moment, a thought suddenly emerged in his mind: Would the archer hiding in the dark finish off the assassin?
But then he immediately became discouraged: This fat assassin used me as a shield to block the arrow. No matter how accurate the arrow is, it is impossible to hit the assassin behind me …
His vision swayed, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood on the fat assassin's face. When Clayon slightly turned his face, he happened to see the back of Sally who was running away.
Why is she running around the pillar?
This question involuntarily emerged in his mind, but before he could think about it, he suddenly heard a 'puff' sound. Then he felt a warm sensation on his neck, and a long black rod was swaying beside his right eye …
Clayon, who was almost unconscious from being strangled, rolled his eyes slightly. After a second, his slow brain gradually reacted to the slightly trembling thing in front of him …
"Arrow?"
When he said this word, Clayon realized that the fat assassin who had been tightly strangling him had actually loosened his hand.
"Plop."
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from behind. Clayon coughed and turned his head, only to see the ferocious-looking fat assassin lying on the ground with an arrow in his right eye.
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