The two of them silently made their way through the dark forest towards Lucier's camp. Halfway up a hill, they could already see the light of a fire in the camp. They stopped to rest for a while. A gust of wind blew, and Medanzo sniffed and whispered: "It's the aroma of scorpion-tailed dragon meat. They went hunting in the swamp during the day and came back to roast meat at night. Their life is quite comfortable, it doesn't look like they are fighting at all, it's almost like an outing."
Amon suddenly turned around and asked solemnly: "In your heart, there has always been a desire to take risks and to create unknown miracles. We are definitely taking a risk this time, and we will also create a miracle. What do you think of this? "
Medanzo put his hand on his chest and said: "Amun, you really know me too well. Bringing me on this mission is completely in line with my temperament. My blood is almost boiling, full of enthusiasm and desire, but my heart is extremely calm, waiting for your command."
Amon nodded and said: "Before taking action, think of the possibility of failure and be prepared to deal with it, and once you really take action, you can only think of how to succeed. If we can really succeed this time, it will be an incredible adventure and miracle. You will personally witness, experience, and accomplish all this, and maybe it will be the opportunity to break through to the seventh level. As I said long ago, this is a kind of spiritual sublimation, it can only be understood, not explained. "
Medanzo nodded thoughtfully and asked again: "According to the results of your personal investigation a few days ago, there are about eighty guards around the King, how many masters do you think there are?"
Amon thought for a while and said: "To be able to become the King's guards, they must be at least advanced warriors. There are strict rules on weapons and equipment, and they must meet the requirements of the guards of honor. They should be quite good, but the main thing is that they look impressive. "
Medanzo: "How many supreme mages and warriors do you think there are?"
Amon: "If we were in the capital, it would be hard to say, but now the situation is special. As far as I know, there are four ninth-level supreme mages on both sides on the main battlefield. The elites must be at the frontlines. It is impossible for too many people to accompany the King to hunt in the safety of the rear. The main force of the Enlil Legion has also been led away by us. It is impossible for there to be no masters in the wilderness in the middle of a war. The guard captain in charge of the King's camp here must be a supreme warrior. Lucier may also have a supreme warrior as his bodyguard. As for the supreme mage, there may be one, no more. These forces are already quite strong. "
Medanzo subconsciously moved his shoulders and said in a low voice, "Amun, can we deal with him?"
Amon said, "We're already here, and we'll have to face them no matter what. It's impossible for the two of us to win if we fight them alone, but my goal is only to hold the King hostage. Hittite will be our bodyguard."
After saying this, Amon inserted his staff into the ground, reached for his magic bow, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you ready?"
Medanzo also replied in a deep voice, "I'm ready, you can start." He pulled out his sword, walked out of the shadow of the trees, and came to the hillside, where the starry sky was conspicuous. He looked up at the stars and put his hand on his chest and said to himself, "Bless Amun."
Amon couldn't help but smile when he heard this. "Why are you looking at the sky and calling my name? I'm standing behind you. "
Medanzo also smiled. "Sorry, I'm used to it."
While talking and laughing, Amon drew his bow and nocked an arrow. The speed at which his hand plucked the bowstring was as fast as a flying wheel. Arrows flew one after another in the night sky towards the King's camp. The trembling bowstring and flying arrows made almost no sound. No one could describe the strangeness of this archery. The speed at which the first arrow left the bowstring was obviously not very fast, but the arrows that followed were getting faster and faster. The arrows needed to fly a certain distance from the hillside to the camp. Amon shot 15 arrows in one breath, and almost all of them hit the target at the same time.
The King's guards probably never dreamed that someone would sneak through the battle line to such a far position and suddenly launch a silent attack on His Majesty the King's camp. Who could be so bold?
The King's camp seemed to be heavily guarded, but the guards' mentality was quite relaxed, and they only maintained routine vigilance. There were strict rules for night guard duty. The position of the outpost must meet the requirements, and each guard must be in the line of sight of at least two other guards, forming a state of cross-surveillance to prevent people from sneaking in and taking out the outpost. If anything unexpected happened, the entire camp would quickly be alerted.
Even the strictest rules needed people to carry them out. If someone occasionally got distracted, looked at the ants on the ground, looked at the stars in the sky, or turned their head and sneezed, they would instantly be out of the state of cross-surveillance. At this moment, there was a guard who was in a daze. He could not help but burp, probably because he had eaten too much barbecue at night. He put down his shield and spear with one hand, rubbed his stomach, and looked down.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest. An arrow flew from the dark night, piercing through his chest armor and into his heart. The arrow shaft with its tail was still trembling. His eyes widened as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. He stared at the half of the arrow shaft in his chest and wanted to shout, but he could not make a sound.
When the arrow hit his body, there was a strange shockwave. His entire body, including his Adam's apple, could not move. However, he did not feel any pain from the wound. Instead, there was a kind of itchy and numb feeling spreading. Then, his body became ice-cold, and gradually became hot. He could not even move his little finger.
The guard's hand involuntarily loosened, and his spear and shield fell to the ground. He also fell softly to the ground, armor and weapons making a crisp sound. The sound did not only come from this place, but the sound of weapons falling to the ground and guards falling to the ground came from the various outpost positions on this side of the camp almost at the same time. The arrow shot by Amon was a poisonous arrow made from a scorpion's hook. Not only could it take a person's life in an instant, but the strange power also made it impossible for people to call for help.
But the sound of the guards falling to the ground and the collision of weapons and armor, Amon had no way of controlling it. Such a big movement must have alerted the other guards in the camp. A loud shout was heard: "There are assassins on the mountain protecting the King, guards, follow me!" A warrior with disheveled hair rushed out with a group of guards, not even wearing armor.
This man was the captain of the guards of the King of Hittite's temporary camp, the seventh-level supreme warrior Arouca. He had been rewarded by the King at the banquet and had drunk a few more glasses of wine and had fallen asleep. Suddenly hearing the movement, the supreme mage Jonah, who was next to the King, also sent out an alarm in time. He didn't even put on his armor. He picked up his sword and rushed out with his guards. As soon as the soldiers looked up and saw Metatro on the hillside in the distance, they heard a sharp whistle that pierced through the night sky.
Amon stood behind Medanzo and could see clearly in the shadows. He knew that as soon as the fifteen guards fell to the ground, the people inside the camp would be alarmed, and there would definitely be a guard captain or something like that rushing out with his men. As soon as Arouca's figure appeared, he fired an astonishingly powerful arrow.
This time, it was not a poisonous arrow, but a heavy arrow made of Damasc, with a surface of heavy silver and engraved with magical patterns. Amon had once shot down a flying shuttle in the sky with an arrow in the army formation. At this moment, the arrow was even more powerful than before, and with a dazzling silver light, it struck like lightning. The arrow first reached Arouca's eyes, and the soldiers on both sides heard the sharp whistle that cut through the air.
After all, Arouca was a supreme warrior. When he rushed out, he was vigilant and reacted in a hurry. He shouted and slashed out with his heavy sword with both hands. The deafening sound burst out with a dazzling silver light, and several soldiers around him were swept to the ground by the shock wave. Although Arouca blocked the arrow, his figure was knocked back and smashed into a tent. With a roar, he spat out a mouthful of blood and jumped up again. Obviously, he was injured.
Amon's arrow caught Aluka off guard, causing him to suffer a great deal of damage. Aluka's figure then disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the majestic Metatro standing in the most conspicuous place on the hillside. When Arouca flew out and knocked over the tent, more soldiers rushed out of the camp, forming a formation and running towards the hill. Before they arrived, more than a dozen arrows were shot at Medanzo with a whistling sound.
Medanzo did not dodge. Instead, he rushed down the hillside with a long sword in his hand and shouted, "I am Medanzo!"
When the arrows hit the scorpion shell armor, they all trembled. The black scales on the armor rippled, and the arrows all fell to the ground. The ordinary arrows shot by ordinary warriors were not strong enough to penetrate the protection of the scorpion shell armor, and the impact was also scattered by the defensive effect of Medanzo's magic.
In such a daze, he had already rushed down the hillside like an arrow from a bow. It was too late for the guards on the opposite side to shoot their javelins, so they could only raise their weapons and fight in close combat. The guards were horrified. This assassin was absolutely crazy. He dared to attack the King's camp alone. Judging from his momentum, he was definitely a supreme warrior, but no matter how powerful he was, he could not be stronger than the guards of His Majesty the King. Was this an assassination or a death wish?
Medanzo did not care so much. He just wanted to make as much noise as possible. The best effect was to attract the supreme mage and another supreme warrior around the King to come out and cover for Amon to launch a surprise attack in the dark. He waved the long-handled heavy sword in his right hand, and the sword had the strange effect of distorting space, scattering cracks, and bursting energy. His left hand pulled out the snake-tooth dagger, and between the slashes, there was a soul-shaking roar of fear.
As soon as he rushed into the enemy's formation, Medanzo cut down seven or eight guards. He had never been so powerful before. These people were all advanced warriors, and their weapons and armor were quite good. However, the lethality of Medanzo's dagger and the defensive effect of the scorpion shell armor were too good. Not to mention that he was not only a peak sixth-level warrior, but also a sixth-level mage.
Medanzo almost rushed into the camp, but the King's guards were not to be trifled with. After cutting down seven or eight people, he shook his right hand and made an earth-shattering noise, knocking away a spear shot from a distance. He took half a step back to parry the cross attacks on his left and right. The supreme warrior Arouca, who had just been knocked away, had already rushed up with a battle axe.
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