(There was a system error yesterday. I clicked on the update button, but it was updated twice. I have already revised the second chapter into a new chapter, and this chapter is behind the new chapter. It is hereby explained.)
Leon did not speak quickly, but his sword was extremely fast. His powerful Combat Aura condensed on the sword, causing the low-level magic weapon given to him by Viscount Eric to emit a dazzling light. Like a bolt of lightning, it instantly struck the empty space.
With a cry of surprise, a gray figure appeared in the seemingly empty space. With a flash of light in his hand, a machete that was emitting a strong magical light appeared and blocked his sword.
The two weapons collided, and in an instant, a small light bloomed like a small sun. The violent explosion woke all the scouts up. They were all experienced people, and their first reaction was to pick up their weapons and be on guard. However, no one came to help.
Whether it was Captain Leon or that assassin, their strength was amazing. If they went over to join in the fun, not only would they not be able to help, but they would also become a burden. They might even drag down the captain.
However, they would not just stand there and watch. One by one, they took out their crossbows and aimed in that direction.
Of course, they did not really expect to hit the enemy. However, no matter how strong the enemy was, or how good his psychological quality was, being pointed at by hundreds of crossbows would definitely affect his psychological state.
In a battle between masters, a little bit of influence could be the key to victory and death.
However, they were really thinking too much. For Leon, this little bit of influence did not mean much. Now, the real problem that troubled him was how to kill or capture his opponent while hiding his strength as much as possible.
He had already recognized the identity of his opponent — mid-legendary, good at hiding and sneaking. Combining these three characteristics, there was no doubt that he was the number one assassin among the Orcs, the successor of the name "assassin" of the Leopard Tribe, Altair.
With his real strength, not to mention the mid-legendary Altair, even if it was the legendary peak Saint Church Elder with the Staff of Imprisonment, he would still be confident that he could kill him with his sword. However, on the surface, he was only a high-level thief and high-level ranger. He had not yet stepped into the legendary realm. How could such a person kill the legendary assassin Altair? Wouldn't that be equivalent to putting a label on his face, telling everyone that "I have a different background, and the identity that I reported before was fake"?
This was absolutely unacceptable!
Therefore, he was very distressed and could not think of any good ideas at the moment. He could only try his best to control the situation and make it look like he was at a slight disadvantage at first glance, but he could still hold on.
On the other side, Altair was shocked. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that the target he was supposed to assassinate would turn from a high-grade thief with some Ranger skills into a Legendary Swordsman with amazing strength!
Although Leon had concealed his strength, Altair was one of the top experts of the Beastman Race, and he had great insight. How could he not see the other party's strength? Disregarding everything else, every time their weapons clashed, he could clearly feel the deep power coming from his opponent's sword. This power was thick and condensed. It was definitely not a burst of potential or the support of a spell, but the opponent's actual strength. How could a person with such strength be an unknown, inexperienced young thief?
It was true that Altair, as an assassin, was good at hiding, sneaking, using poison, assassination, and so on. But this did not mean that he lacked strength. In fact, as the inheritor of the title of the strongest assassin of the Beastman Race, there were many "Altair" who liked to kill people directly, turning assassination into open killing. This was the case for the "Altair" of the previous generation. Although the current "Altair" did not like to say this, he also had enough strength to support his actions.
With just the scimitar in his hand, he could come and go freely among thousands of soldiers and horses. He could kill generals and take down flags as if he was in a deserted place.
Last time when the Beastmen went south, he once rushed into the human army alone and killed three generals. In the end, he even cut down the flag of the Eagle Kingdom from the flagpole. If the king at that time had not sacrificed hundreds of years of his life to activate the power of the Eagle Sword and cut the Beastman Army into pieces, the Eagle Kingdom might have perished at that time.
But today, in the face of this unknown young thief, Altair, who had been famous for more than a hundred years, felt that he was at a disadvantage!
This was a very vague and uncertain feeling, but it had taken root in his heart and would not go away.
He still had the upper hand, and his opponent could barely resist him with his superb martial arts skills and keen reflexes. However, blindly defending could not last for a long time. As time went by, his opponent's endurance and concentration would decline rapidly. As time went on, his opponent, who could not maintain his current keen reflexes, would definitely be cut down by his scimitar. Even if something unexpected happened, he could leave at any time since he had the upper hand. No matter how he looked at it, he should be in a good situation.
However, Altair always felt that there was something wrong with the current situation of the battle. His opponent's attitude and expression did not seem to be struggling at all. Especially the calmness and confidence shown by his opponent's moves, it was obvious that he had the upper hand!
Why is this happening? What is wrong?
Altair was puzzled, but he quickly made a decision.
Go!
As an assassin, he had plenty of time to look for opportunities slowly. There was no need for him to act recklessly. As long as he hid in the dark and his opponent was out in the open, he would have the advantage. This Leon could dodge this time, but he could not dodge next time!
Thinking of this, he secretly nodded and tightened his scimitar. He was about to force Leon to take a few steps back so that he could retreat.
However, at this moment, Leon's sword force suddenly increased. The scimitar and the longsword collided several times. Both of their bodies could not help but shake violently, and their movements became a little slow.
"Shoot!" Several other veteran rangers in the scout team immediately saw the opportunity. They shouted and shot the arrows that they had prepared long ago at Altair.
Normally, these arrows were nothing to Altair. Even if the ants formed a group, they would not be able to do anything to him. But now, he had fought with Leon several times in a row. Although Leon had controlled the power on the sword, the force of the recoil had also shaken Altair's muscles, bones, and internal organs, so his reaction was a little slower.
Well, it was just a little.
However, it was this little bit that made it impossible for him to dodge all the arrows. He could only barely muster up his Fighting Energy and try to block these arrows.
However, at this moment, Leon's sword slashed at him again.
How is this possible! This guy actually recovers his Qi faster than me?!
Altair was shocked, but he really had no other way. He could only raise his scimitar to block.
This time, Leon's sword was no longer as changeable as before. Instead, it was fast and heavy. One sword after another, Leon slashed at Altair's awkward spot, where he had used up all his strength. Altair could no longer maintain his balance and finally fell into a disadvantageous position.
If that was the case, Altair might still be able to block it. However, the veteran scouts in the scout team had very good eyesight. Once they saw an opportunity, they immediately used all kinds of means. Not only did they shoot arrows, but some even took out magic wands and scrolls. They wanted to use magic with tracking effects to beat Leon when he was down.
Altair was facing Leon's sword and had to divert his attention to block and dodge the scouts' attacks. He could not help but step back. One step, two steps, three steps … When he took the fourth step back, he finally failed to block a Magic Missile that was shot from the blind spot behind him.
This purple Magic Missile was much bigger than ordinary Magic Missiles, and its light was also much stronger. It was a unique spell of the Battle Mage series called "Pursuit Missile." Not only was it more powerful, faster, and more flexible in tracking — of course, the cost was also higher. Ordinary Magic Missiles were only entry-level spells, but this Pursuit Missile was an intermediate spell. In terms of the price of the scrolls, one Pursuit Missile was enough to buy more than a dozen Magic Missile scrolls and still have some change.
Altair's body was shrouded in Fighting Energy, so this Pursuit Missile could not really hurt him. It only made his body shake slightly and his feet slightly stagger. However, this had already revealed a huge flaw. Leon did not hesitate to swing his long sword and slash at Altair's head. It was as if he was using the one-handed sword as an axe.
Altair had no choice but to use his sword to block. With a clang, Leon's long sword, which was far inferior to his scimitar, finally could not withstand the power of the two Legendary Masters and broke.
Leon's sword was broken?! Altair did not have time to think carefully. He waved his scimitar and was about to seize the opportunity to cut the throat of this difficult opponent. However, when he waved his scimitar, he saw a sinister smile on his opponent's face.
The next moment, an extremely small and narrow dagger flew out from Leon's sleeve and stabbed between Altair's eyebrows.
The magic light on this dagger was quite strong, far stronger than that of the ordinary long sword. Altair did not have time to defend himself and was stabbed. This time, he did not even have time to raise the idea of using Fighting Energy to defend himself. He could only watch as the dagger stabbed in front of him, pierced through the thin layer of Fighting Energy that covered his body, pierced through his flesh and bones, and deeply stabbed into his brain.
The next moment, the world in front of him turned dark. He felt that his whole body had completely lost its strength, as if it had sunk into the water.
"Ah, I'm dead …"
The legendary assassin, who had been famous for more than a hundred years, had this last thought in his mind. He deeply exhaled his last breath.
In the Saint Hall of the Orc Empire, far away on the prairie, an old man sitting quietly under a tree suddenly opened his eyes. There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, and his murderous aura was overflowing.
"What's wrong?" an old man lying on a stone and looking at the stars beside him asked.
"My student, the current Altair, is dead," the old man said in a low voice.
"Now is the time of war. What's so strange about someone dying?"
The old man pondered for a long time. Finally, he nodded and closed his eyes.
"Let's wait until the war is over. If the person who killed him is lucky enough to survive until then …"
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