It was half past four in the morning at Red Street Market.
The terrifying assassin of the Brotherhood, Layork's ghostly figure appeared on the roof of a house. In the next moment, he appeared in a small alley at the side, and in the next moment, he pounced on the wide street.
The ground was dyed red with blood. Dozens of corpses lay on the ground. Some were elites of the Brotherhood wrapped in black cloth, and some were members of the Blood Bottle Gang with red headscarves.
Layork roared angrily again. His figure disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already on the signboard of the shop opposite him.
It was as if he was trying his best to get rid of something that was following behind him.
The sounds of fighting continued in the distance.
Suddenly, calmness and ruthlessness appeared on Layork's originally anxious face.
In the next moment, Layork's scimitar pierced through his left armpit at a strange angle. It was like an Amamba snake hunting its prey, thrusting towards his left rear!
There was no one there, but —
* Rip! *
The sound of cloth tearing could be heard!
"One hit."
"'Phantom Wind Follower', Ralf."
Layork raised his scimitar and wiped the blood off the tip of the blade. The anxiety and anger on his face had already disappeared. What replaced it was cold-bloodedness that hid madness.
"'Silent Assassin' Layork, are you too lucky? Or did you really sense my position?" An unfamiliar feminine voice floated from all directions.
Layork maintained his original posture without uttering a word.
"It is a pity that an assassin like you is in the Brotherhood."
As the voice faded away. A figure appeared on the road in front of Layork.
It was a green-haired man with tattoos on his face. He was wearing a gray tight suit. He laughed as he touched his left collarbone. There was a wound there that was slowly bleeding.
Layork's pupils suddenly shrank. His attack should have perfectly pierced his opponent's heart and then pulled out the moment it pierced through his heart's blood vessels. In the end, his scimitar only grazed his opponent's collarbone?
Layork was surprised for a moment, but he quickly recovered his calm state and silently prepared for his next attack.
An assassin would always have the confidence that his next strike would be able to kill his target.
If Rick was here, he would definitely disapprove of Layork's nickname as the "Silent Killer". That annoying killer had used the most nonsense to mock him, right?
Even Thales, the transmigrator, would nod. Layork was not too 'quiet' when he was fighting with Felicia against the fairies.
However, Layork's eyes were gloomy and his body was motionless. He stood on the signboard like a statue and was indeed filled with a "quiet" and terrifying aura.
But at the next moment, Ralf, who was known as the Phantom Wind Follower, changed his expression.
"Forget it." Ralf snorted. "Who would have thought that Karka would be killed by Morris. Should I say, that damn fatty is worthy of being one of the Brotherhood's Six Great Leaders?"
"I'll go into hiding. But don't misunderstand, our game isn't over yet, Tranquil Killer. "
The next moment, Ralf disappeared.
At the same time, Morris, one of the six leaders of the Black Street Brotherhood and the owner of the human trafficking business, appeared at the corner with a ferocious look on his face along with a team of elites.
"Boss!" Layork instantly floated down from the signboard and saluted Morris.
"It's the Phantom Wind Follower, Ralf."
The plump Morris nodded and threw a corpse on the ground.
It was a sturdy man, but he seemed to be in extreme pain before he died. If the Brotherhood's exclusive black doctor, Strange Doctor Ramon was here, he would quickly analyze that the sturdy man's lips were purple, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and his nails were pink.
'War Wolf' Karka, a Psionic Warrior from a nomadic tribe in the Eastern Peninsula's Kiseli Plains, died of suffocation.
"Have you found the others?" Morris asked with a solemn expression. He did not feel the slightest joy of getting rid of a strong enemy, especially when the other party was a Psionic Warrior.
Layork shook his head with a solemn expression. "No, but I encountered what seemed to be an 'Air Wall' in a few places. According to the descriptions I heard in the past, I suspect that the 'Air Mystic' has taken action." The assassin paused for a moment and said with extreme solemnity and worry.
"The Air Mystic? Air Wall, f * ck! "
Morris spat hatefully. No matter which Psionic it was, when they heard that the enemy they were facing was a Mystic, and coincidentally a Mystic who could restrain their own abilities, they would not be too happy.
For the sake of this foolproof surprise attack, the Brotherhood had gathered almost all the elites in Eternal Star City's headquarters and arranged them into groups. They wanted to catch the enemy off guard and deliver a fatal blow. However, the moment the Brotherhood's elite troops began their attack, they were scattered by several huge forces and strong winds. Some parts of Red Street Market were even impassable. The originally powerful elite troops were instantly split into a multi-headed snake that could not even look at each other.
In the poems sung by the bards, the monster multi-headed snake Kilika was killed by the hero Raikaru by chopping off its head one by one.
Now, it seemed that the one who scattered them was undoubtedly the 'Air Mystic'.
'That terrifying fellow. I hope I don't run into him head-on.' Morris listened to the constant sounds of fighting and tried to identify the location.
"We were supposed to gather our elites and attack the Blood Bottle Gang's branch in Red Street Market. In the end, it became them ambushing us. Damn it, this is really embarrassing. We have lost all our face in the Dark Night God Kingdom."
"They only have two Great Mystics, and they have already sent one of them. We are still foolishly sending ourselves to our deaths! Our brains are even duller than the God of Dark Night! "
Morris cursed with blasphemous words, but his brain could not stop working.
"There must be a traitor! When we go back, I want to squeeze Lance's lungs out! This old man, how does he do intelligence work?! "
Layork lowered his head. He was smart enough not to curse the other 'Six Powerhouses' like his superior, who was also one of the 'Six Powerhouses'.
Morris took a deep breath and quickly made a clear judgment.
"Since the enemy is a Mystic, and we do not have any elites who are above supreme class, the operation to attack Red Street Market has completely failed. Spread out and give an order to all your people: Give up on the target, return to where we came from, and break out of the encirclement with all your might!
"We are going back to Black Street!"
—
Jala looked at Thales. The expression on her face gradually faded.
It felt like a long time had passed.
But Thales just stared at her without moving.
Then, the man exhaled and lowered his head.
"Stinking brat."
Jala was expressionless. She only stared at the dark floor of the cellar.
Thales did not even dare to breathe loudly.
But then, the young female bartender quickly said in silence,
"Did you--did you--did anyone ever tell you----"
Thales listened attentively.
"Are you precocious?"
This time, it was Thales' turn to be stunned.
Mature early?
This … transmigrator … haha.
Quickly think about it. How did the transmigrator seniors get away with it when they were suspected by the locals?
Then, this transmigrator touched his head, blushed, and said embarrassedly,
"Heh heh — am I precocious? Haha, about that, Jala, I understand what you mean, but I still enjoy my current single life. I don't want to — "
"Ding!"
Jala's expression instantly contorted. She poked Thales' forehead with her finger.
"Brat, you'd better know when to stop!"
"Also, call me Sister Jala!"
Thales rubbed his forehead in pain, but a memory faded in front of his eyes.
It was a warm afternoon.
"Wu Qiren! Dota 2 won't be able to continue without you! You'd better know when to stop! "
"Why do you keep saying the same thing recently?"
"Hey, hey, this is a famous saying in the 2D world. Of course I have to — why are you still queuing for the next match?!"
"Oh, my friend invited me to play against you. I'm sorry, but I can't go!"
"With your Dota skills? Pfft! You'd better know when to stop! "
"It's the same thing again — Hey, my gaming mouse!"
Thales rubbed his head and buried the memory in the depths of his brain.
'What happened recently?' More and more memories flashed in his mind.
Even though it was a good thing that he could regain a lot of knowledge and wisdom from his previous life, he could not keep flashing back at crucial moments, right?
He shook his head and looked at Jala, whose expression had changed. He said clearly, "I don't ask for much.
We just need to cross Red Street Market and we can escape to Blood Bottle Gang's territory. From then on, we can take care of ourselves. No one will know about you. You won't get into trouble! Right now, it is the night before dawn. It is the darkest. It should not be a problem for you to hide from the Brotherhood's spies from downtown to Red Street Market.
"I dare not say for other places. The Brotherhood will notice us the moment we appear, but Red Street Market. However, Red Street Market is the border between the Brotherhood and the Blood Bottle Gang. That is the only chance for us to escape! The Brotherhood will definitely spend time catching the child beggars who are fleeing in all directions. By the time they react, they won't be able to chase us through Red Street Market! "
At that moment, the confident and determined Thales curled his lips slightly.
"Phew!"
Jala sighed and closed her eyes.
"When the other child beggars are fleeing in all directions, you will head straight for Red Street Market. It is a good plan. With my skills and experience, it is not impossible to distract the Brotherhood's spies. "
When she opened her eyes again, her gaze suddenly became sharp and astute, fierce and terrifying. It was as if she had instantly turned into the female assassin she once was.
Even Thales rarely saw Jala like this.
"But will you be safe once you reach Blood Bottle Gang's territory? You can make the Black Street Brotherhood run out of options, but it's only temporary. "
"The Brotherhood has countless capable people. Their fighting power is outstanding. Even Blood Bottle Gang is at a disadvantage. It is only a matter of time before they find the real culprit.
"And after that, where can you go? As long as you are in Eternal Star City, Black Street Brotherhood will find you.
"Even if you leave Eternal Star City, how do you know that the Brotherhood's power will not be more terrifying and unbridled than in Eternal Star City?"
Jala's words seemed to have hit Thales' weak spot.
Thales' face was pale as he swayed.
Yes, his plan had not gone that far. His ability was limited, and his wisdom was limited. He had no way of guessing what would happen after Red Street Market.
But they had nowhere else to go, did they?
They could only go to Red Street Market.
"That's our problem." Thinking of this, he said stubbornly.
Jala, the astute and ruthless assassin (not the lazy and indifferent female bartender Jala), shook her head.
"But, this is impossible …"
Seeing that Jala was still shaking her head, Thales became anxious.
In order to obtain Jala's help, he had done everything he could. He had even used his Verbal Cannon of Justice to win her over. How could he fail? 'You can't play like this!
This is not Football Manager! '
He had no other choice. As a calf, he could not be greedy, greedy, and greedy for money during a crucial moment in a team battle. He could not be stingy with the opportunity to enlarge his strength!
Earth Shaker had made a decisive leap!
"I know that compared to providing food and giving me a dagger, this request is too much. But please look at the three children over there. Their hopes are all in this bar! Jala, please help me! And … "
Thales said with difficulty.
Jala raised her eyebrows.
The transmigrator was very unwilling to say what he was about to say next, because to him, this was completely undisguised coercion and torture.
"And … you still owe me a favor, don't you?!"
Thales said firmly.
"Huh?"
Jala's eyes were filled with doubt and surprise, but she immediately laughed.
The bartender placed a Wolf Limb Blade on her thigh in front of Thales.
"A favor? You're saying that you once suggested that I change my weapon to this, and you think that it's a favor? Alright, that counts, but you're taking too much advantage of me. "
Thales looked at the Wolf Limb Blade.
His mind immediately recalled the memories he once had with Jala.
That was a long time ago.
"Jala Jala, I've thought of a way to compensate for your lack of strength and speed!
"How many times have I told you to call me Sister Jala! Go away, a brat who doesn't know how to fight, has no psionic powers, divine arts, and knows nothing about mystic energy, don't disturb my training. "
"Jala! This is it! Look at this picture!
"Eh! This style and curve of the blade … Brat, where did you get it? It seems quite interesting.
"This is called a Dog Limb Blade! Whether you believe it or not, it's a weapon from another world!
"Pfft! What Dog Limb Blade? Even if you want to use it, at least change it to a nicer, more majestic name! Also, call me Sister Jala! Also, what other world? Don't go to Dark Night Temple to watch dramas, the people there are all crazy! "
When Thales thought of this, he shook his head and chased away the memories.
He firmly and slowly enunciated the following words.
"No, it's not because of this favor. It's because you provoked Quide to this state, causing him to lose his rationality and go crazy. You caused the child beggars to suffer heavy casualties, and caused us to have no choice but to flee."
Thales finished his sentence with a heavy heart.
As soon as he finished speaking …
Jala widened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief. Her beautiful eyelashes trembled continuously.
"You … How did you …"
Thales was originally a little nervous, but when he saw Jala's expression, he finally made a judgment.
"Yes."
Thales nodded. His heart was a little heavy.
"You were the one who cut Quide's hand, right? He cursed and called your name. Also, when Quide's greatest humiliation was mentioned, he might have been angry, but he was more ashamed. How could he be crazy enough to kill the child beggars? I don't know what happened, but Quide must have come to Sunset Pub to drink and offended you. Then, for some reason, he lost his sanity and rushed into the Abandoned House to kill … kill half of the child beggars. "
"That's what happened, right?"
"The other half of the child beggars' lives are actually related to you, right?"
At that moment, Thales clearly saw the trembling in Jala's eyes.
'Damn brat.'
Jala cursed in her heart, but the Wolf Limb Blade in her hand trembled continuously, betraying her current mood.
'Too smart.
'It's just a few dozen child beggars.' Jala's heart trembled. 'I didn't kill them myself, it has nothing to do with me.
It's all that Rick, that damn accountant.
It has nothing to do with me. '
'Nothing to do with me?'
A baby covered in blood suddenly appeared in front of Jala. The baby was wrapped in an expensive blanket. Then, she raised the blade in her hand.
At that moment, her heart seemed to be so heavy that she could not draw blood.
"So, please help the remaining four child beggars in front of you, because this is you … this is a favor you owe us."
Thales felt extremely uncomfortable, but he still said those words in pain.
Jala shut her eyes tightly and put the Wolf Limb Blade back into her boot.
"Of course, if the Wolf Limb Blade's version counts as a favor, then it's fine. After all, there's no need to worry about too many debts. "
Thales seemed to feel that the atmosphere was too depressing, so he laughed again.
However, it was very forced.
After a long while, Jala opened her eyes.
She raised her head slightly.
"Thales, you are really a special child.
You can always hit people's vitals with one hit.
Quide probably died the same way. You killed him with one hit. "
Her tone was a little weak, which made Thales nervous.
However, her next words made Thales feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"But, it's useless. Even if I am willing to help you and sacrifice my life to protect you, you will never be able to cross Red Street Market."
Jala enunciated each word clearly.
Every time he paused, he felt as if he was going to die.
"Because tonight, the Brotherhood will attack Red Street Market.
It has already begun. Red Street Market will become the most terrifying battlefield in Eternal Star City tonight. "
The time around him seemed to have spasmed, and it took a long time for it to return to normal.
"What did you say?" Thales' lips trembled as he asked in shock.
"So, give up. You also know that since Red Street Market is already a battlefield, no matter how powerful I am, even if I have the power of the Kingdom's Wrath, it is impossible for me to cross the battlefield of two big gangs with four injured children." “
Jala said dejectedly.
Thales looked at Jala in shock, then at the three children who had almost finished their bread in the distance. When Coria saw him looking over, she waved happily. Four-year-old girls always forget their pain easily.
"Don't worry." Sinti licked the bread crumbs off his hand and patted the still terrified Ryan. "Thales will help us escape."
"Yes, Thales is the smartest. He can do anything!" Coria raised a small piece of bread and added happily.
But on the other side of the cellar, in front of Jala, the boy who bore the child beggars' confidence and hope buried his face in his hands in despair.
"How could this be …
"Why would the Brotherhood attack Red Street Market today …
"Why is it tonight …"
"It shouldn't be …
"Haha, an accident, an accident …
"Haha …
"We can't go anywhere else …
"Other than Red Street Market and the Western District after that, the Brotherhood has eyes and ears everywhere …
"Unless we go straight to the First District of the Lower City and go to the sewers, to the Underhanded Path. That's the Iron Bat Society's territory …
"No, the Iron Bat Society has long submitted to Black Street Brotherhood …
"Go back to the Abandoned Houses? Destroy Quide's body and destroy all evidence …
"Impossible, the other children already know …
"They will find out about us eventually …
"What should we do …
"What should we do!"
Thales' face was pale, his lips were pale, and his forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
Jala could not bear to see him like this, but she could only shake her head and pat his shoulder.
"Stay here with me." Jala sighed. "I have someone I trust who can hide you for at least a month."
"I can look for the old man." Jala paused for a moment and said awkwardly, "The Brotherhood values the old man's reputation a lot. At least you won't die."
'But it's definitely worse than death,' the hopeless Thales added in his heart.
"Sometimes," Jala looked at Thales' dispirited look and lamented that this smart boy had reached the end of his rope. "We have to accept our fate."
Thales' vision suddenly blurred again.
"Qiren, sigh, she's already gone. You, you, you have to restrain your grief … Sob sob sob … "
"I … I'm fine, don't worry … Don't worry, auntie, I'm fine … I'm really fine. "
"I know, Qiren. Hehe, sometimes, we have to accept our fate. Since she's gone, this is a hurdle we have to overcome. No one is an exception, hehe. "
"Auntie … You … She … "
"We have to accept our fate … Sob sob … Accept our fate … Sob … "
'Accept my fate.
'What is my fate?
'Am I supposed to transmigrate to this world and be killed?
'Do I deserve to accept it?
'Ridiculous.
'I've read so many books.
'I've done so much research.
'I've written so many papers.
'How can I accept my fate!
'How can I believe in this so-called fate!'
Thales raised his head abruptly, startling Jala.
His eyes were filled with determination and anger.
"Brat, are you … alright?" Jala asked tentatively. She did not know why, but at that moment, she was actually a little afraid of this seven-year-old boy.
"They will stay here with you."
Thales suddenly spat out a sentence.
"The three of them will stay. You have to stay as well. Only then can you protect them. Just say, just say that you've caught these three child beggars. "
Thales said emotionlessly, as if everything in front of him had lost its color.
"What?" Jala was a little surprised, but Thales ignored her.
"I'll make a statement with the three children. I'm the one who killed Quide alone."
Thales continued to speak expressionlessly, emphasizing the word 'alone'. "When the Brotherhood comes, just tell them this."
Jala frowned. "What about you? Do you want me to hand you over? "
"I'll go alone." “
She did not know why, but Jala suddenly realized that this child had already made up his mind.
No one could go against his decision, let alone stop him.
But she could not let him die just like that.
After all, he …
"You can't even leave Lower City District, brat. The Brotherhood will definitely find out when the sky brightens. Their informants will capture you. When that time comes, you will only regret not begging me to kill you now. "
Jala said with a complicated expression.
Thales turned his head. His eyes were so cold that it was frightening.
"Yes," Thales said coldly. Ever since he transmigrated, he had stayed in the Brotherhood's base in the suburbs for a year and in Lower City District for four years. He knew the Brotherhood's methods and abilities very well. "I probably can't escape.
But they can live, and they don't have to bear the pain Quide left behind. "
'No, Quide has already left them with unforgettable pain for the rest of their lives,' he said quietly.
Jala stretched out her hands and placed them on his shoulders, but she turned her face away.
Thales could feel Jala's hands. The assassin's hands, which were known for their stability and precision, were trembling slightly.
'No, I still have a place to go.
'The only place.
'And I already knew it, didn't I?'
Thales snickered.
'Oh, fate. That's how it works.
It's toying with you.
You can also play with it. '
He looked at the three children who had just finished eating their bread and were looking at him hopefully. They were no longer child beggars.
The prince turned his head and looked at Jala with a firm but calm gaze.
Thales spoke softly as he looked at Jala, whose face was gloomy and eyes were red.
"It's half-past four. The sky will be bright soon. There's still some distance to Red Street Market. Tell me all the informants that I need to pay attention to.
"I should go.
Head to Red Street Market. "
[Note:
1. Football Manager is a team management game in the "Football Manager" series. Players often have this feeling: I have done everything I can in terms of tactics, mentality, lineup, and public opinion. But no matter how many times I save the game and replay, I just can't win against my opponents!]
In the face of Jala's rejection, Thales felt the same sense of helplessness.
2. Calf – Also known as "Earthshaker" or "Earthshaker," a hero that could be chosen in Dota 2. Its ultimate skill was a pure damage skill. The more enemies gathered in a certain range, the higher the damage of the ultimate skill. If it is amplified in a sufficient number of people, it can even change the outcome of a team battle that is bound to be lost. Hence, the timing of the calf's amplification is very important. If one wants to maximize the damage and cautiously wait for the crowd to gather, hesitant or amplify it too late, they may miss a good opportunity in a team battle. If one is impatient and amplifies it too early in a sparse crowd, it may be a waste of energy.
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