(The system error yesterday, I clicked the update but updated the second chapter. I have modified it into a new chapter. This chapter is followed by the new chapter. I will explain it here)

Leon was not speaking quickly, but the sword was extremely fast. His powerful fighting spirit condensed on the sword, causing the low-level magic weapon sent to him by Viscount Eric to emit a dazzling light, like a flash of lightning, and instantly slashed into the "nothing" air.

With a scream, a gray figure appeared in the place where there was nothing at first glance. A flash of light in his hand, and a scimitar emitting a strong magical light appeared, and he caught his sword.

The two weapons collided, and the light like a small sun burst out in an instant. The violent explosion woke all the scouts. They were all old people, and their first reaction was to pick up their weapons and be on guard, but no one came to help.

Whether Captain Ryan or the assassin, they are amazingly strong. If they come to join in the fun, they will not only not be able to help, but will become a burden and may drag the captain down.

But they wouldn't just watch it stupidly, and they took out their crossbows and aimed at the other side.

Of course they don’t expect to really hit the enemy, but no matter how strong the enemy is or how good the psychological quality is, letting hundreds of crossbows point at him will definitely have some impact on his psychological state.

When a master confronts, a little bit of influence may be the key to victory or defeat and life and death.

However, they were really thinking too much. For Leon, this little influence was really meaningless. The problem that really bothered him now was how to hide his strength as much as possible while killing or catching his opponent.

He has recognized his opponent's identity - the legendary middle level, good at hiding and sneaking, and the leopard human race. Based on these three characteristics, he is undoubtedly the number one assassin among the orcs, and the heir of the name of "assassin" of the leopard human race.

With his true strength, let alone the legendary middle-level Altaïr, even the legendary elder holding a confinement stick, he was confident that he would cut it under the sword. However, now he is just a high-level thief and a high-level ranger. He has not yet entered the legendary realm. Such a person actually killed the legendary assassin Altaïr? Wouldn't that be equivalent to putting a label on his face and telling everyone, "I have another origin? The identity I reported before was fake"!

This is absolutely not possible!

So he was very distressed now. He couldn't think of any good solution for a while, so he could only try to control the situation and create a look that at first glance he seemed to be at a disadvantage but could still hold on.

On the other hand, Altaïr's heart was filled with shock. He never dreamed that the target he intended to assassinate would have transformed from a high-level thief who had some ranger skills to a legendary swordsman with amazing strength!

Although Leon has concealed his strength, Altaïr, as a master of the orc clan, has a very clever vision. How could he not see the opponent's strength? Not to mention anything else, every time the weapons of both sides confront him, he could clearly feel the deep power coming from the opponent's sword. This power is profound and concise, and it is definitely not a burst potential or magic assistance, but the opponent's real force. How could a person with this force be just an unknown young thief who has it!

It is true that as an assassin, Altay is good at hiding, stealth, using poison, assassination and other means, but this does not mean that he lacks force. In fact, as the heir to the strongest assassin of the Orc clan, there are many "Altay" of all generations who like to kill directly and turn assassinate into open killing - this is the case with the previous generation "Altay" and the current "Altay" does not like to say this, but also has enough force to support him in doing so.

With the scimitar in his hand alone, he could come and go freely among thousands of troops, killing generals and pulling flags as if entering a deserted land.

The last time the orcs marched south, he rushed into the human army alone, killing three generals in a row, and finally even the flag of the king of the Eagle Kingdom was cut off from the flagpole by him. If the king at that time had not spared hundreds of years of life to activate the power of the Eagle Sword and slashed the orc army with one sword, the Eagle Kingdom might have been destroyed at that time.

But today, facing this nameless young thief, Altay, who has been famous for more than a hundred years, actually felt that he was at a disadvantage!

This is a very vague and uncertain feeling, but it has a root in his heart and cannot be lingered.

In theory, he still has the advantage now. The opponent can barely resist it with his superb martial arts and keen reactions. However, he can't stand it for a long time. As time goes by, the opponent's endurance and attention will drop rapidly. As long as the time goes by, the opponent's keen reaction will definitely be cut by him. Even if there is any accident, he can leave at any time with the advantage. No matter how you look at it, the situation should be very good.

However, Altaïr always felt that the battle situation was very problematic at the moment, and the opponent's attitude and expression did not seem to be barely supported. Especially the calmness and confidence shown by the opponent in one move and one move, it clearly showed that he had the advantage!

Why is this happening? What's wrong?

Altaïr was puzzled and made a decision soon.

Walk!

As an assassin, he has time to slowly find opportunities, and there is no need to do it hard. As long as he hides in the dark, his opponent is in the bright spot, his advantage lies with him. This person named Ryan can escape this time, but he can't escape next time!

Thinking of this, he nodded secretly, his sword tightened suddenly, and he was about to force Ryan to take a few steps back so that he could retreat.

But at this moment, Ryan's sword force suddenly strengthened. The scimitar and the long sword collided several times in a row. The bodies of both of them could not help but shake violently, and their movements slowed down for a while.

"Shoot!" Several other veteran rangers in the scout team immediately saw the opportunity and shouted, shooting arrows that had been prepared at Altaïr one after another.

In normal times, these arrows were not taken seriously by Altay, and even if the ants were in groups, he would not do anything to him. But now he had fought with Leon several times in a row. Although Leon controlled the power of the sword, the force of the recoil also shocked Altay's muscles, bones and internal organs, and his reaction was a little slower.

Well, it's just a little bit.

But this little bit made him unable to avoid all the arrows, and he could only barely pluck his fighting spirit and try to block these arrows.

However, at this moment, Leon's sword slashed at him again.

(How is this guy going to get angry, I'm still fast?!)

Altay was shocked, but in a hurry, he had no choice but to barely lift his sword to resist.

This time, Leon's sword was no longer changing, but it was fast and heavy. One sword after another, all slashed at the embarrassing point where Altaïr's old power had not yet developed new power, making him unable to maintain a balance situation and finally fell at a disadvantage.

If it were just like this, Altay might not be able to resist it. But the old people in the scout team are so stunning. When they see the opportunity, they immediately use their own means. Not to mention the fire of bows and arrows, some people even took out magic wands and scrolls, and wanted to use magic with their own tracking effect to beat the fallen dog.

Facing Leon's step-by-step sword force, Altay was distracted to resist and dodge the attacks of the scouts, and couldn't help but retreat continuously. One step, two steps, three steps... When he retreated to the fourth step, he finally failed and failed to block a magic missile shot from the dead corner behind him.

This purple magic missile is much larger than an ordinary magic missile and has a much stronger light. It is a spell unique to the combat mage series, called "Chasing Missile". It is not only more powerful, faster, but also more flexible in tracking - of course it is also more cost-effective. Ordinary magic missiles are just entry-level spells, but this pursuit missile is an intermediate spell. At the price of a scroll, the price of a chase missile is enough to buy more than a dozen magic missile scrolls, and you can also find some change.

Altaïr's body was shrouded in the fighting spirit. This pursuit missile did not really hurt him, but it made his body shake slightly and his feet stagger slightly. But this showed a huge flaw. Leon swung the long sword without hesitation and chopped it on the head, as if he treated the one-handed sword as an axe.

Altaïr had no choice but to swing his sword to resist. With a "dang", Leon's long sword, which was far less than his scimitar, could finally bear the power of the confrontation between the two legendary powerful men and broke down in response.

Ryan's sword was broken?! Altayne didn't even think about it, and with a swing of the scimitar, he wanted to seize the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to seal the difficult opponent's throat. But he waved it with one sword, but saw a sinister smile on his opponent's face.

The next moment, a very small narrow dagger flew out from Leon's sleeve and stabbed Altaïr's forehead.

The magical aura on this dagger was quite strong, far away from the ordinary long sword. Altay had no time to defend himself in a hurry and was stabbed. This time he didn't even have time to raise the idea of ​​defending the fighting spirit. He could only watch the dagger stabbed in front of him, piercing the thin fighting spirit covered on his body, piercing his skin, flesh and bones, and deeply piercing into his brain.

The next moment, the world in front of him was pitch black, and 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 has been famous for more than a hundred years had the last thought in his heart and breathed a deep last breath.

In the orc capital temple far away on the prairie, an old man sitting quietly under a tree suddenly opened his eyes. A cold light flashed in his eyes and murderous aura was everywhere.

"What's wrong?" asked an old man lying on a stone and looking at the stars next to him.

"My student, the contemporary Altaïr, is dead." The old man said in a deep voice.

"It's during the war, what's so strange about dying?"

The old man pondered for a long time, and finally nodded and closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!