After "Captain Rehn" threw the dagger and shot down his opponent, he seemed to be exhausted. He sat on the ground and panted heavily.
The scouts hurriedly threw all kinds of weapons at the mysterious assassin. In the blink of an eye, the man was shot like a porcupine. He was motionless and must be dead.
"Who is this guy?" A curious scout walked up to check the body and found that it was an Orc from the Leopard Tribe.
"Leopard Tribe, assassin, very powerful …" An older scout, who was experienced and knowledgeable, frowned and muttered to himself. Then, he could not help but widen his eyes.
"Look at his dagger! There should be a line of Orc language on his dagger! "he yelled.
The scout who was checking the body picked up the scimitar on the ground and found that it was shockingly heavy. He could not help but mutter, "Why is it so heavy?"
Then, he saw a line of words on the body of the dagger.
Coincidentally, he knew the Orc language.
"Coming from the darkness, slaying the light. This is really arrogant! "he said with a smile.
The older scout's face turned pale. "Is it really this sentence?"
"Maybe you can use other translation methods, but the meaning is definitely right. The Orc language is so simple, so how can this sentence be simple? I can't be wrong."
The older scout's face trembled. He shook his head repeatedly, his face full of disbelief. After a while, he finally calmed down and said in a low voice, "If I'm not wrong, this guy is Altair."
"Altair? Which Altair? "someone asked.
"Stupid! Which Altair could it be? "someone answered.
Everyone's face turned a little ugly. More than one person showed a look of lingering fear, and some people were ecstatic after the shock. They shouted, "Altair?! We killed the 'Assassin' Altair?! This is a great achievement! "
Regardless of whether they were shocked or happy, the one who could make the final decision here was Captain Rion. Even without considering his military rank, no one dared to challenge his authority based on his bravery in a direct confrontation with a legendary assassin, as well as the mysterious way in which he threw his dagger to kill his opponent.
Rien was obviously very tired, and it took him a long time to recover. He picked up his dagger and put it away. Looking at Altair's corpse, he muttered to himself for a moment, then ordered everyone to pack up the corpse and send it back to Eagle Wing City.
As for Altair's belongings, they were, of course, their loot. He was quite generous. Apart from a high-level magic scimitar, he didn't ask for anything else and gave everything to everyone.
As a legendary master, Altair was simple in nature and didn't carry many belongings with him, but the things he carried with him were worth a lot of money. The belt he wore was a high-level storage device, and there were many kinds of potions in it. Even though most of the potions were unrecognizable and they did not dare to open them carelessly, the price of the belt alone was enough for everyone to make a small fortune. Including the other items he had on him, everyone in the scout team could actually get close to a thousand gold coins after averaging it out!
"I didn't expect this guy to be so rich. He was so poor that he didn't bring much money with him …" The old scout who was in charge of sorting out sighed. "A legendary master is indeed a legendary master!"
"No matter how strong he was, he's dead now," a young scout said disdainfully. "I didn't see how powerful he was!"
The old scout sneered. "Didn't you see how powerful he was? Let me tell you, if the captain hadn't reacted fast enough to find him in time and stopped him with a secret method to enhance his physical strength, we would have been killed by him in such a short time! Do you see that scimitar? That scimitar was given to him by the Orc Emperor after a certain Altair assassinated a holy son of the Kingdom of Holy Angels. It weighs 28 pounds. Although it looks like an ordinary scimitar, it can even cut through heavy armor. If it were you, you wouldn't even need to use the second scimitar. With one scimitar, you and your weapon would be cut into several pieces … "
The young scout was scolded so much that he couldn't lift his head. He rubbed his nose and grinned. He didn't dare to talk back.
Because they had to escort Altair's body, they took a detour and returned to Eagle Wing City.
After checking Altair's body and belongings, Viscount Eric confirmed that the man who jumped out inexplicably and was killed by a group of scouts was the famous legendary assassin. He was overjoyed, and a smile bloomed on his face. He immediately reported the good news to King Woods, who was in the front line, through magic message. King Woods was also overjoyed. He ordered a reward for the scout team and directly conferred the title of baron to Rion.
"This is really a great favor!" Viscount Eric said to Rion. "Generally speaking, no matter how great an adventurer's contribution is, he must be promoted from a knight or even a quasi-knight. You've become a baron all of a sudden, it's an unprecedented honor! "
Leon pretended to be excited and asked, "Then where is my fief? Nobles all have fiefs, right? "
Viscount Eric was suddenly speechless. King Woods only talked about the title and didn't mention a word about the fief. He probably intended to give Leon a nominal title to fool the bumpkin, or he planned to wait until the end of the war to see what would happen next. But he couldn't say this out loud. He hesitated for a moment and found an excuse. He said, "Conferring a fief is a big deal. We have to wait for His Majesty to come back and discuss with the ministers to determine where you will be. But since you have been conferred a title, you will definitely have a fief. Instead of thinking about this, why don't you give yourself a family name now? "
"Family name?"
"Yes, the nobles have a family name. 'Rion' is just your personal name. Since you have become a noble, then in the future, in formal occasions and in correspondence, everyone will have to use a name to call your family. "
Leon was secretly amused, but also felt it was very ironic. He thought for a moment and said, "Then use 'Rye' as the family name. Rion Rye, it seems good."
Viscount Eric suddenly felt like he had eaten a fly. His nose, eyes, and mouth wrinkled together. He hesitated for a moment and advised, "The name Rye is a bit vulgar. It doesn't sound like a human, but like a dwarf … "
"What's wrong with the dwarf style?"
"… It's not that it's not good, it's …" Viscount Eric thought for a while and found a reason. "In the future, you will definitely build a town on your fief. At that time, you will usually name the town after your family. But the name Rye Town has already been used by others. So it's better to change it! "
Leon thought again and asked, "How about 'Kill the Leopard'? Wasn't it because I killed that leopard man that I was conferred the title? Let's commemorate this event. "
Viscount Eric really had nothing to say to this bumpkin. Dejected, he asked the clerk to write it down.
"By the way, why did the clerk change today?" Leon asked curiously.
"The previous clerk died of an acute illness this morning," Viscount Eric said. "What the hell!"
They did not know that the clerk did not actually die of illness at all. Instead, the curse hidden in his body was stimulated, and he was killed to keep his mouth shut.
After receiving the news of Altair's death, the Orc intelligence officers judged that there was something wrong with the clerk. Either he had been discovered, or he had changed his stance. They felt that if he had not fallen into a trap because of the wrong information, the great legendary assassin would never have died in the hands of a group of scouts.
For the time being, they could not do anything about the group of scouts who killed Altair, but they could do something about the clerk who provided the wrong information. So the clerk "suddenly fell ill" and died.
Fortunately, his true identity had not been exposed — at least, not until now.
That night, after holding a celebration banquet for Rion Kill the Leopard, Viscount Eric received the news that "a magic shaman item used to transmit information to the Orcs was found in the former clerk's house" on his way home.
At the banquet, Viscount Eric, who had been mentally and physically exhausted by Baron Rion's bumpkin words and deeds, sighed deeply. He felt really tired …
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