The person who replaced Brian was only able to catch two swords, and then his weapon was directly sent flying.
Rather than saying that they were part of the patrol team, it would be better to say that they were a group of gangsters. Brian thought angrily, in addition to extortion and blackmail, what have these people done? He and Greyhound had meticulously executed the task given by the Lord, and had become an anomaly in the team.
But … it was this group of waste, in order to rely on the stronghold, they did not hesitate to harm the town, and killed Greyhound, using extremely despicable means.
Unforgivable!
He brandished his sword to chop the neck of his frightened opponent –
At this moment, a shadow pierced out from under the target, and in the blink of an eye it was close to Brian's heart. This attack was too hidden, and when he noticed it, it was already too late to block.
In desperation, he fiercely kicked the ground, and his body bounced back. At the same time, he felt a stabbing pain in his chest.
After rolling two laps, Brian stood up and immediately put on a defensive posture. The sneak attack just now had only pierced his coat and skin, but fortunately it was not a big deal. The key was the person who stabbed him! In his impression, there was no one in the patrol team who had such swordsmanship.
"Hey? You actually dodged. "The man pushed away his teammate who had lost his weapon, and step by step came forward.
Under the light of the fire, Brian found out that he did not know the other person – he was not tall, but his hands were too long, and if they hung down they would almost reach his knees. His face was also unfamiliar, and Brian swore that he had never seen such a face.
"You are not a member of the patrol … Who are you?"
Although he did not have much contact with the five people next door, but he always recognized them. The guy in front of him had obviously replaced one of them, and followed the team into the castle. It was not surprising that he did not find him in the middle of the night, but it was impossible for Fierce Scar to not find him. Since they were not surprised, then there was only one explanation, this guy was deliberately arranged by Fierce Scar.
"You have already guessed the answer, why ask me?" He smiled indifferently, "Anyway, you are going to die soon."
"Damn, he hurt me!" Fierce Scar hatefully said, "Viper, quickly cut off his hands and feet, I want to slowly drain his blood!"
"I'm sorry, Mister Sills. I must complete the mission given by the earl first."
Before he could finish his sentence, the guy known as Viper approached him. The angle of his attack was tricky and strange. Coupled with his extremely long arm span, Brian fell into a bitter struggle. He was forced to retreat again and again, unable to find a chance to fight back.
I was too careless! Brian was a little anxious. They had been fighting in the underground passageway for so long. The people above should have noticed, right?
Originally he planned to personally take revenge for Greyhound, but now he only hoped to hold on for a little longer, waiting for His Royal Highness' personal guard Knight to come and encircle this group of villains.
"You seem to be expecting something." Viper suddenly paused his attack. "I'm guessing you're waiting for the prince's men to come and save you? Unfortunately, this kind of stone castle was different from the usual taverns and hotels. The entire floor of the house made of wooden frames would creak when someone was having fun. As long as the door is closed, even if you yell at the top of your lungs, they won't hear anything. "
Brian couldn't help but stare blankly. Viper was waiting for this opportunity. He kept his sword in a downward position to paralyze his opponent. His other hand was slightly raised, and he pulled the trigger of the crossbow hidden in his sleeve.
An index finger long arrow was shot from his sleeve. Brian only heard the soft buzzing sound of the bowstring. The arrow had already entered his lungs.
An unbearable pain exploded in his chest. Brian threw his sword at the snake that was pouncing on him, turned around and ran away. But the blood that leaked from his lungs quickly rushed into his trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe. He didn't run far, when Brian tripped on the threshold and fell heavily to the ground.
Viper quickly caught up, wanting to end his opponent, but he was stopped by Fierce Scar.
"Let me do it," he gnashed his teeth and said, "I want this guy to know the consequences of stabbing me!"
Viper's face flashed a trace of coldness, but in the end he stepped aside and said, "Do it quickly, don't forget our business."
Fierce Scar grabbed Brian's hair and growled at him, "Believe me, you will die a painful death."
Brian wanted to spit a mouthful of blood on his opponent's face, but his whole body's strength flowed out like water. He knew that he didn't have long to live. The regrets of the past rushed into his heart, such as the wife he didn't know, such as the Knight dream that couldn't be realized. But the most regretful thing was … he couldn't avenge Greyhound.
Wait, what is that?
He blinked and saw a woman sitting on the box in front of him. Although in the dim light, he couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, but the exquisite figure showed that she was undoubtedly a woman.
Hell, is this an illusion … When he fell into the room, he didn't see anyone inside. Did the gods in heaven hear his complaints and deliberately create an illusion to comfort him?
"Hey, you guys are fighting in other people's territory, and you still want to kill people in front of me, I'm afraid it's not appropriate, right?"
Brian felt Fierce Scar's hand tremble, and he suddenly let go of his hair. The sound of weapons being unsheathed came from all around, and several people shouted at the same time, "Who are you!?"
Their reaction was too … Wait, Brian's consciousness was hazy, was what he saw not an illusion?
"Of course, I'm from here," the woman jumped down from the barrel, bent down and patted the dust on her robe. In the dim light of the fire, Brian saw a strange pattern embroidered on her robe – three juxtaposed triangles, and a huge eye embedded in the center. The outline of the eye reflected a little golden light under the illumination of the fire.
"What about you? Did you sneak in from the gutter? "Her voice was crisp and sweet, but without any emotion. This is not common sense … no one should be so calm when seeing a murder scene.
Viper was also aware of this, his expression was dignified, he slowly circled to the side of the other person, and suddenly raised his sword to stab.
The woman didn't even turn her head, she lightly waved her hand. Viper didn't even see her weapon, he only felt a cold wind brushing his body.
With a scream, Fierce Scar couldn't believe his eyes, he saw Viper rush forward and quickly retreat, the place where he originally held the sword was empty.
His arm, along with the sword, fell to the ground.
Fear suddenly clutched Fierce Scar's throat, others may not know, but he was very clear about Viper's background. "Ruthless, cunning and dangerous." This was the Earl's evaluation of this person. The strength of the people who could be recruited by the Earl was absolutely not to be underestimated, even Brian found it difficult to survive under his attack for half a quarter of an hour. But now, he was carelessly struck by a woman, and his whole arm was cut off.
"What are you doing, quickly go and kill her!" Viper shouted while holding his wound.
Brian's vision began to blur due to excessive blood loss, he heard messy footsteps everywhere, the sound of weapons colliding, and … the muffled sound of a human body falling to the ground. What the hell happened? He tried to move his eyes, looking forward –
Then the patrol captain saw a scene he couldn't understand.
The figure of the woman was like a ghost, she walked in the crowd, appearing and disappearing. Every time she attacked, she would penetrate the enemy's vital point. Rather than killing, it was better to say that she was dancing, he had never seen anyone who could wield a killing weapon with such a sense of rhythm, the sword flew up and down, drawing an incredible trajectory. In comparison, the surrounding people were just a group of clumsy clowns. They fought back in vain, and fell down in vain … Eventually, she was the only one left standing proudly.
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